My experience took place when I was about 10 years old. My brother, who was a couple of years older than I (and funnily enough, still is!), and I were sent to stay with our Uncle Ron who lived in a small town called Temuka, which is in the South Island of New Zealand.
Ron enjoyed his fishing and hunting and we often accompanied him on various outings. It was always great fun. Anyway, on this particular trip Ron decided we would go rabbit hunting up the Rangitata river, as rabbits seemed to love the sandy soil and there was plenty of trees and thickets along the river that they could hide in.
I don't really recall much of the hunt, other than it was beautiful sunny day and I had a small. 22 caliber rifle and was rationed out bullets by Ron because I was prone to unleashing a volley of (always inaccurate) shots (it had a 5 shot magazine). However, there was one aspect of the hunt that is still vividly clear in my mind.
After we had been walking up the braided river for a while, I remember seeing a rabbit, firing at it then chasing after it. I must have been following if for some time when I saw it dart into a small opening at the bottom stand of trees and shrubs. I ran closer to the opening, my heart filled with excitement at the prospect of getting my first rabbit when suddenly the atmosphere changed. The air went very still and quiet and I suddenly felt very alone.
That's when this voice just exploded into my head; "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" It was so very loud and really angry but it wasn't heard through my ears, it was in my mind but it wasn't coming from my mind. Not only did I "hear" the voice but I felt the rage and I could feel, with out any doubt, it was to do with me trying to kill little rabbit.
Well, I can assure you, I didn't hang around in that stand of trees pondering that experience! I sprinted as fast as my spindly 10 year old legs could carry me out of there. I remember seeing my feet stumbling over the river stones and my lungs burning as I ran, utterly terrified, back to the others. I remember with great relief finally reaching my brother and Ron, and Ron looking at me as if to say "Is everything ok?".
I have never told anyone about that experience as I didn't know what to make of it as a 10 year old, but now a bit older (possibly wiser?) it makes more sense to me now. I think it was probably a nature spirit who seemed to know that I should have known better.
Thanks for reading and I am interested in others opinions and experiences like this.