Investigating a Haunting: Carlos Avery WMA, MN – part two

I’m in the early stages of my investigation of a suspected haunting in the Carlos Avery Wildlife Management Area, a local nature preserve. Last Friday, I shared the Facebook conversation which inspired me to begin this series, as well as brief sketch of the park’s history.



The day after I last wrote about this topic, my husband (aka Ogre) and I visited one small portion of the WMA. Since then, I’ve searched the internet to find any references to paranormal phenomena associated with the area. I am continuing to find and read dozens of old newspaper articles about the park and its environs.

Here’s what I discovered this week:


Over the past 25 years or so, I’ve spent hundreds of hours exploring our local public parks and doing citizen science projects in regional nature centers. My engagement with Carlos Avery, however, has been limited. (Or, at least I thought so, until I began to understand the scope and scale of Carlos Avery. I’ll get back to that in a moment.)

I’ve been driving past, and through, portions of the preserve for most of my life, occasionally noticing small signs meant to identify it, without any real understanding of its purpose. My first order of business was to find out what a “WMA” is.

According to the Minnesota Department of Natural Resources:

“Wildlife management areas (WMAs) are part of Minnesota’s outdoor recreation system and are established to protect those lands and waters that have a high potential for wildlife production, public hunting, trapping, fishing, and other compatible recreational uses.”

This, then, is not the kind of park most of us are accustomed to.

It’s a beautiful area with good access. It provides habitat for a multitude of species, (only a fraction of which are game animals.) I’ve learned that it is a popular spot for birders.

But. It is also often full of hunters, many of them inexperienced, who are absolutely intent on killing something.

If, like me, you believe that a haunting can be caused by a concentration of negative or harmful intent, or by a saturation of fear or tragedy, then it’s only logical to see how the atmosphere in a hunting preserve could become … tainted.

(I’m not knocking the practice of hunting. I don’t really get it, in the absence of a need for food, but that’s just me. Here in Minnesota, hunting is fact of life and I don’t begrudge the hunters their space. The WMA isn’t meant for me. I understand that I am only a curious guest there … one who is a little worried about getting shot as I continue to explore the grounds. I think I might need to add some blaze-orange to my wardrobe.)


When Ogre and I visited there were no hunters. (Apparently, though, turkey season has since started.) The access roads were closed to vehicles due to muddy areas, resulting from a recent thunderstorm, but we were encouraged to grab a map and walk in.

In our two and a half mile walk, we saw a flock of turkeys, a herd of deer, a variety of birds, and this little guy:

Carlos Avery April 2015 garter snake

It’s early spring here, so the park felt quite open and well lit. It was quiet, though some frogs were calling from the wet areas. Overall, it was peaceful and pleasant. At no point did I feel unsettled or uncomfortable.

Of course, this was just a taste of the WMA, in of one of the most frequently accessed areas of the preserve. I have not yet located the specific sites of the tragedies I referenced in part one of this series, so I cannot say that anything bad or traumatic happened here. I would be surprised if there was even much hunting this close to the park entrance.

It does appear that gunfire is common though.

Carlos Avery April 2015 gunfire evidence


It’s important to understand that this is a huge tract of land, ( 23,000 acres,) containing a variety of zones which are dedicated to diverse purposes.

This particular WMA includes the Wildlife Science Center on its grounds.

This center “was founded as a federally funded research facility in 1976, in order to observe and document the physiology and behavior of a captive population of gray wolves.” (WSC)

Now, in 2015, the center houses more species than just the grays.

I know this not just because I can use google, but because I was once a regular volunteer there.

Yes, I’m admitting that I have spent a great deal of time on the Carlos Avery property, without realizing it.

In my defense, the Wildlife Science Center feels very distinct from the rest of the WMA. You visit the center by going through this arch, which is visible from a well-trafficked two-lane highway:


“Carlos Avery Game Farm” by Bobak Ha’Eri – Own work. Licensed under CC BY 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.

The white structures you can see in this photo are part of an eleven building complex built between 1936 and 1941. (I have never been inside any of these buildings.)

After you go through the gate, the road curves to the left, past the complex.

The section of the property which houses the Wildlife Science Center is composed of modern barns and sheds, as well as the main building, which is just a modified, late 20th century, residential house. Large, chain-link, animal enclosures stretch back into the park, providing homes for animals. (Resident species include: gray, red and Mexican gray wolf; coyote; fox; bobcat; lynx; cougar; black bear; porcupine; and several different kinds of raptors.) The entire center is well fenced and only open to public tours on Saturdays.

During the week, the yard of the center is over-run by a pack of 20-30 large-breed dogs which belong to the center’s director … or at least that was true when I was working there ten years ago. (There were also several wolf-dog hybrids.)

Most of my job was dealing with dead things. I chopped up gophers, which had been turned in for a bounty, then laced them with vitamin supplements, so they could be fed to the raptors. I boosted road-killed, maggot-infested, deer into a wheelbarrow and carted them over to the wolf enclosures. (This was very hard for me. I have a particular aversion to maggots.)

I wasn’t permitted to handle the live creatures, (other than the dogs,) though I did once get to stroke an anesthetized adult wolf who was having a medical procedure done.


All of this is a digression, really. Yes, I did feel watched–even hunted–sometimes when I was moving around in this part of the WMA, but that’s because I was being watched, and watched intently, by large predators who wanted my carcasses. Even when I wasn’t toting a corpse around with me, I still reeked of flesh and blood and decomposition. I’m sure I seemed likely to be quite tasty.

(By the way, I loved the work … well, not so much the tasks I was assigned, but the larger work. I’d still be doing it, but I screwed up and got myself dismissed. That’s an embarrassing story for another day, though.)

I will say this: The wolves (and other canids) like to howl. On still nights, and quiet, overcast days, I imagine their chorus can be heard throughout many acres of the WMA. That sound would absolutely contribute to a sense that the area is haunted.


As long as I went off on this tangent, I might as well share one more interesting tidbit about the Wildlife Science Center. Its director, Peggy Callahan, has appeared as a wildlife expert on an episode of History Channel’s MonsterQuest (Swampbeast, 2007, S1E5.) For the show, she devised and conducted an experiment meant to determine how long it takes for the body of a large beast in the wilderness to decompose and completely disappear.


My quest for accounts of paranormal events associated with Carlos Avery is only beginning. An internet search revealed two primary legends.

One that amused me is our old friend, the Linwood Woolly Beast. If you’ve been reading The Paranormalist blog for a while, you may have run into one of my posts about this creature:

My best guess is that folks are seeing a large, perhaps albino, deer. If you’d like to know more about the critter, feel free to click on one or both of the above links. I won’t be spending a lot of time watching for the Beast. If I spot him, I’ll be sure to let you know.

The second commonly told legend of Carlos Avery is more interesting to me. Apparently several people have reported seeing phantom vehicles in the park. Headlights and taillights are seen shining from areas that are actually inaccessible to a vehicle. (From the middle of a pond, or swamp, or otherwise road-less spot.) This is a legend I can pursue. The WMA is open to visitors from 4:00 am – 10:00 pm. I should be able to legally spend some time driving around in there while it’s dark, once the roads are open.

Though I have some feelers out in search of local people who have had unusual experiences in and near Carlos Avery, I haven’t yet been contacted by anyone other than “Rebecca” my original source.

If you are reading this page because you searched for information about Carlos Avery after encountering something unexplained in or near the preserve, please contact me to share your story. To remain anonymous, send me a PRIVATE message at my Facebook page. Our conversation will be confidential, and you will determine how you will be identified if I quote you or include your experience in this series.



Last week, I mentioned that this region of Minnesota was first utilized by fur traders in the 1700s, then by loggers in the early to mid-1800s. After that, some of the land that now makes up Carlos Avery was purchased by a carpet manufacturer which wanted to use the wire grass that grew abundantly there. (Wire grass is similar to sisal.)

Based on these facts, I am assuming that the land has been witness to some significant human activity in the past couple of centuries. I have not been able to confirm any particular settlements prior to 1890, but I do know that the carpet manufacturer created three camps on this property which, at one point, employed 100 men and used 250 horses. (I do wonder what camp life was like at that time, and how this activity could have contributed to the atmosphere of the area.)

After WWI, the carpet industry faltered, and the land became tax delinquent. Many acres reverted to the state’s ownership.

The Carlos Avery Game Park was established on about 8,000 of these acres in 1933. In 1935, the project was approved for WPA status and expanded. Since then, it has been subject to an evolving system of wildlife management.

And so ends my speculation about the pre-1933 era.


My continuing search through old newspapers has turned up a 1911 murder that occurred in Linwood Township, (which now borders a portion of Carlos Avery.) I have not yet ascertained how close this location is to the boundaries of what is currently the Carlos Avery WMA. (Remember, in 1911, the preserve had not yet been established.)

It’s an interesting, if brutal story, so I’ll likely share it in a future post. For now I’ll give you a glimpse of one James Dugart:

James Dygart Linwood Murder 1911


Starting next week, I’ll provide the details of at least one of the historical events that could be contributing to a haunting at Carlos Avery.

This is going to be a busy week for me, so I’m not sure I’ll have time to do any on-site investigations, but I will try. (Once I figure out how to not get shot.)


15 Comments on “Investigating a Haunting: Carlos Avery WMA, MN – part two”

  1. More please! This is super interesting.

  2. Try not to become a casualty there! This reminds of of my favorite park that allows hunters in too. It’s hard to find any peaceful moments while bullets are flying and have had to leave because of the multiple shots ringing in the air. It was enough to disturb the dead! Maybe it’s a cranky ghost that can’t get any peace! Keep us updated! : )

    • I’m not sure I’ll go in on foot until after May 28th, when turkey season ends, but I can go driving without feeling quite so exposed. In the meantime, I’ve got the three big historical events to tell, so I should be able to keep posting while I wait for a lull.

  3. What a grisly job you had! But someone had to do it. I’d be interested in any Skunk Ape reports you find, too.

    • It was pretty disgusting, but it’s funny how one can get used to just about anything.

      Even though the WSC director was tapped to help with a show about the skunk ape (which is commonly reported in the southern part of the US) they are not part of our local legends. Here, in Minnesota, we call our large, mystery primates Sasquatch or Bigfoot. (Our neighbor state, Wisconsin, also has a “dog man” which is distinct from Bigfoot.)

      Most of our Sasquatch sightings are reported from “up north” (near the Canadian border) though there have been a few claims from the general vicinity of Carlos Avery.

  4. Nancy says:

    Did you know that back in the early 1960’s, a 14 year old babysitter from Shoreview was found dead, and buried in a shallow grave near the Carlos Avery Refuge? Her body was found on the edge of a lonely township road about 5 miles north and 2 miles east of Cambridge. Items of her disappearance were found on the Carlos Avery Game Refuge; including one of her tennis shoes and other personal effects. The young girls name was Barbara Iversen.

  5. Anonymous says:

    Did u hear about booth dogfighting ring and helicopter crash near stacy late 70s

  6. jgeebiz says:

    I used to live on one of the borders of Carlos Avery (I believe in the Linwood area) in an old 1890 farm house that sat on a hill. Would you know anyrhing about it, if it is still there or not. The farm backed up next to the game land. This was during 1969-1970ish. It was as interesting place. I used to hike around there. A bit creepy especially down in the basement and around the barns, but then I might have had an overly excitable imagination. Anyway if you know anything about this old farm; if it’s even still standing. I wanted to show my kids where I used to live. I can’t imagine there were too many old farms that were backed up against the game reserve. Please let know if you know anything about this old place. Love this article.

    • I’m sorry that I missed this comment when it came in. I am not familiar with the house you describe and, now that I’ve moved to NC, I can’t go out looking for it. (I wish I could.)

      By the way, I’d be interested to hear about any historical or paranormal events you witnessed while you lived there, if you care to share 🙂

    • Lisa A Johnson says:

      I remember the old farmhouse. It was by the pond. The Andersons lived there in the 1970’s.
      We lived in one of the yellow cabins at the far end of the road. Two of the 3 cabins were so run down that as children, we weren’t allowed to go in them as the floors were rotted. I went back in the late 1980’s and all that was left of the cabins were some cement foundations buried in the weeds. My father worked as a forester and climbed the fire towers. He did tell the story of some duck hunters around the time that we were living there. It seems they were inadvertently firing at each other. One stood up and was literally waving his arms saying “don’t shoot, don’t shoot”. One of the hunters took aim directly at him while he was waving his arms and yelling and shot him dead. My father is convinced it was completely on purpose but I believe they called it an accident in the end.

      • jgeebiz says:

        thank you for getting back to me. I do not remember any yellow cabins I know there was a swamp or Pond as you put it but it was quite a ways down the main Road. There was a housing project my dad helped build them it was on the right hand side of the road Once you turn right off of the main road. And the house was built at the very end of that road was a Sandy Road. And there was a big barn chicken coop Pump House and a big old Blue Spruce tree in the front yard. Is that the same house that you’re talking about? I do remember there was a tree farm that was pretty close to the housing projects. Anyways let me know if the house is still there or not or if we’re thinking of the same house. Anyways let me know, there were several big farms around that area. Thank you

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