It Came in the House with Them! - My Bigfoot Sighting Episode 109

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of My big Foot Sighting. All right, then let's do this. Seen
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and the bow and the fasting melodies cove in with the bone man Rose,
where the roots run deep beyond the nose of the busy streets, with the
songs of the south of you. Then and I hear the prompt porch picking
down home rhythm bringing out I don't run from banjam music. Yeah. If
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go to my Bigfoot Sighting dot com. My Bigfoot Sightings all happened in the
Daniel Boud National Forest. My name's Jimmy. I was born in Sydney,
Ohio. My parents were originally from this county, in the Sterns, Kentucky
area, Macquarie County, and we moved back down here when I was three
years old. My dad was working in the coal mines, so you know,
growing up, I was always in the woods, always camping, hunting,
fishing, you know, like country people do. And my first time
I heard anything about Bigfoot or the boogieman or whatever was a story that my
dad had told me. It was my dad, his dad, which was
my grandfather, and he had two brothers, and they had a neighbor that
lived beside them, and they had a couple boys. Well, they went
coon hunting one night down on the river and they got down in there is
up one or two o'clock in the morning, and to kind of give you
an idea of this has been an old mining camp. It's not there no
more, but back then it was. This happened in fifties. So they
were down there coon hunting and it was starting to rain a little bit.
But the coon dogs encountered something and started fighting with it, hollering and screaming
what they were hearing. The dogs hit the river, so it starts raining
harder and lightning. So my dad and his friend took the boys, or
my grandpa took my dad and the neighbors boys into an old mining house and
they were standing there waiting and they could hear something screaming, hollering, whatever.
So they go upstairs to a second floor and they're scared, and my
grandpa and his friend sat at the top of the stairs. Well, this
thing comes into the house, and they're talking back and forth. Okay,
is this a bear? Is it a mountain lion? They sit there on
the top of the stairs. Well, this thing comes into that old mining
house. It starts ripping everything apart. You could hear it throwing stuff.
I mean, it was just destroying at and my dad and a couple of
his brothers and a couple of the other friends were huddled up in the corner,
and he could hear my grandpa saying, whatever it is, we can't
let get to them boys. So they're sitting at the top of the stairs
with them old card by mining lights that they use back then that don't shine
very much, but shooting down those steps, and whatever it was would never
venture into the light, but stayed there for two or three hours. They
said that it sound like it it would leave the old house. And when
I say old house, it was an old house that had been abandoned from
the miners, and then it would come back in and do it again.
It would like come over to the edge of where them old lots would shine
down, but it never entered, and they sat there all night long,
until daylight, and you know, and then they got the boys and gathered
up, but it had rained and stormed all night and they couldn't see like
any tracks or you know, anything like that. But it was well known
in that area, you know, of just high strangeness of things that was
going on that couldn't be explained because back then, bears in the Daniel Boone
National Forest in this area and now it's the Big South Fork wasn't really known.
You may have a stray to come through every now and then, but
nobody ever seen anything. It was more like black panthers and stuff like that.
So they never never did get to see it. But they had them
hemmed up in that second story of that house all night long and they didn't
come out till it was daylight. And for years that I heard this growing
up, and you know, as a young kid, I was thinking,
you know, wow, this is crazy. And then the other story is
my dad's youngest brother and a couple of his older brothers and my uncle that
I'm gonna later talk about in another county was there. They were camping under
a cliff on the Big South Fork National Park now, but back then it
was just Daniel boone. So they were down there camping, and they had
some coon dogs. They had been running trot lines and standing up all night
fishing and you know, coon hunting or this or that. Well, once
again the dogs was up there under the cliff and tore out over the hill
and got into it with something. And they could hear the dogs just making
all kinds of rackets, screaming in a holler and whatever this thing was,
and they could hear the dogs hit the river. So here they are up
under this cliff, got a fire gone, and the cliff wasn't real big,
but you know, you could have a pretty good camp under there.
So they're all sitting there around trying to figure out what's going on. And
the next thing they know, this thing is on top of the cliff and
HiT's hollering, hits screaming, and it's throwing stuff off, and you know,
they're all trying to get up the courage to lean out and look up,
you know, And finally they do, and they don't see nothing.
A little time goes by and it kind of calms down. Then it intensifies
again, and this time it sounds like it's wanting to come off around the
side of the cliff and come down to where they are. Well, they've
got their guns turned and everything. It never comes down, but it keeps
hollering and screaming, and my uncles would say it was, you know,
screaming like a woman getting murdered. And so they're all sitting there, there's
like four or five of them. They're all trying to think what they you
know, what they can do. They've got an old wooden boat that this
one of their neighbors had had and it was tied up down at the river.
So they're all set and thinking trying to figure out how are they going
to get down there to it, you know, because this happened probably in
the sixties, and so they're all huddled around and thinking, and so finally
it starts getting worse and it's really getting aggressive and screaming and a hollering and
throwing stuff and breaking stuff. And finally one of them says, I can't
do this no more, and he rips out over the hill to the boat.
Well when he does that, every one of them does the same thing.
They all come tearing out under that cliff. They leave everything up there,
all their camping gear. The fire is still going and everything, and
they're running down over the hill with no light. They finally get in a
boat and paddle across, and they can still hear that thing up there raising
all kinds of cane and they couldn't really never figure out what it was.
So they go back home. They make it back home late that night and
they tell their dad, my grandpa, what had went on. So the
next day that they all go back down there and all their camping gear under
the cliff was all messed up, throwed about everywhere, and you could see
tracks, but you couldn't really make them out because it was kind of dusty
and stuff like that. And for years and years we would talk about having
experiences. And when my uncle Junior, he's passed away now it was my
dad's baby brother. But when you watch somebody tell a true story, you
watch it wash over their face and see like the blood draining out in their
eyes tear up, And that one right there stuck with me because I've had
multiple conversations with them about that, And you know, when then my dad
and hearing my dad tell me about my grandpa, all the encounters that they
had of things that they didn't know what it was. But it could only
be one thing, you know, because America can only do so many things
in soaking and human And on that story, my uncle that lived in Wayne
County, Kentucky, the next county over, he married my dad sister,
which was junior and the rest of them sister. Well, anyway, when
he was a young man growing up in Wayne County, they lived out in
an area called Parnell. Anybody knows anything about Wayne County, they'll know exactly
what I'm talking about. And at the end of Parnell there's a place called
Bugwood. Well, my uncle was raised up out there and had a hard
working mom and dad. They had it rough growing up and everything. But
the kind of comical thing about it was was my uncle's dad moonshine back in
the day. And he would tell me stories about the local sheriff back then
coming up buying moonshine off of his dad, and how that the car wouldn't
come up to the driveway kind of had little ups and downs, but the
car, the sheriff's car would stop in one of the low spots and they'd
put the shine in it and he'd come up and turn around and go back.
Well, they lived at the end of a road. The next day
lived the house next to the last house on the road. Was a guy,
an old man that lived at the very end, kind of lived up
on a no and I can't remember his name, but he was a very
tall, linky mountain man and was just tough as nails, he said.
And in one night, you know, as a kid, he said,
growing up, you know, didn't have no lights like back then, though,
flashlights or nothing. And he said, on this one night, he
was out in the yard playing around and said that he had looked up on
that hill and in the road where the moon had it lit. He's seen
a tall figure standing up there. Well, he thought that it was his
neighbor, the old man, because he would go up there and talk to
that old man and just kind of shoot the bull with him and whatever.
So my uncle says that he just goes up through there, just kind of
notched lot, just walking. And he said, the closer he's getting,
he's thinking to hisself, now, if that's him, you know, he's
something's not right. He's a lot taller. And so as my uncle's telling
this story, you can see him getting worked up. And as he gets
closer to him, he can tell that it's not this man that he's talking
about. And then back then the way he talked, the old dirt roads
had, you know, one on the left, one on the right,
and then grass would grow up the middle. Well, this creature is standing
in the right lane, and my uncle was in the left lane walking up
there. And as he's walking, he said, he's just kind of kicking
dirt. And he says he wouldn't really paying attention, you know, he'd
looked up and seen it and just kept walking. Well, as he gets
within fifteen twenty feet of it, in his mind, he said, he
started thinking, something ain't right. I don't think this is who I think
it is. So he keeps walking and kind of just shrugging it off.
And he gets close to this thing. And as he's getting closer, there's
a lot breeze, and where the moon is shining kind of at that creature's
back would be its right side, because it was facing and he was coming
up to the left side of it. He could see the hair gently blowing
in the wind. And he said when he got up on this thing,
he said it was eight to nine feet tall, and he said it was
black hair blacker than black, but you could see the wind blowing the hair
on its arms and stuff. And he said when he got up there by,
he said, he looked up and he said, to them eyes,
he said he could see. He said the eyes wasn't red or blowing.
He said they were white eyes. And he said, but he could see
the eyes watched him as he come up through there. And I never will
forget when he told this part of the story. He said, when I
got up there and looked up, he said, that thing had been watching
me and look down at me, like, boy, you don't even want
to stop. You just need to keep going where you are. So he
said, as he's walking on bod he's looking back and it's still watched him,
and he can see the breeze blowing the hair, and in his mind
he's trying to process what this is. He gets about ten or fifteen feet
away, he rips out running up through there, terrified and gets up here
to that old man and they come out and they get some kind of line
and looking and he ain't there no more. And it really missed with him
as a kid, because he didn't understand what was going on. That's talking
about my uncle Jim I'll say his name. He's not with me no more.
But I heard him save my whole life when he passed away. When
he went to heaven, he wanted to ask the Lord Lord, what was
that I seen that night in Parnell? And then what did I see down
on the river? And when I say down on the river, this is
going to be my very first bigfoot sighting and experience. Okay, This would
have been roughly around nineteen seventy five or seventy six. I was seven eight
years old, somewhere in that area. We're down on the Big South Fork
River, and it was in July, and all my dads and brothers would
all get together and they would camp. Always in the spring it was two
weeks to fish, and in the summer we'd camp. But ever fall there
was always two weeks we would either squirrel, hundred deer hunter whatever. Well,
this month here my uncle walked in Ohio. He had taken off,
and so my uncle Jim he was there, My uncle Lannie, my dad's
half brother, he was there. And then it was my uncle Mike,
and then a friend of theirs, and we were all camped down there on
the river. And we wasn't probably twenty feet off the river, and the
road run parallel with the river, and we was just on the other side
of the road, so if you're walking straight ahead, the river would have
been on the right or the left, I mean, excuse me. And
then we were camped on the right all right. That night about I think
it was about eight or nine o'clock, my dad let all my uncles and
them use his scalp to get down in there on the river because it was
really really rough, and so we all went in there and he'd made the
arrangement. This would have been on a Friday night. My dad was working,
and they made the arrangement for a couple of uncles to run to the
top of the mountain get him. Okay, it wasn't I don't know,
maybe six or eight miles from off the river to the top of the mountain
to get him, but it was all straight up, rutted out, so
we'd take forty five minutes for an hour each way. So when they take
off, it leaves me and my uncle Lannie, which at the time he
had have been brown I'm going to say fourteen to sixteen years old, and
my uncle Jim would have been in his early to mid twenties. Well,
after they had left, we was all messing around the fire and we just
got through eating and everything, and my uncle Jim was sitting they cut logs
with sitting on, had the tent set up, and it hadn't been probably
thirty minutes or so after they left. Me and my uncle Lanny was just
goofing around. I like I said, I was just like seven eight years
old. Lanny was just an early teenager. And he said, boys,
shut up. We didn't. He said, boys, I mean shut up.
I hear something. So then when I you know, I see him,
you know he's serious, and so we get real quiet. And about
that time, I have never heard the awless screaming in my life come off
the top of that mountain. And I know people have different experiences where they
whoop and the tree knocks and all that, and my thinking of it,
I think a lot of times when they communicate like that, they're getting ready
to hunt, or they're hunting or just communicating. Well, this thing didn't
do none of that. It was just screaming and hauler and breaking stuff.
And where we're down on the river. If a man was to walk to
the top of it'd probably take him oh to the end of that ridge,
probably thirty minutes at least, and hit straight up. So we're hearing this
thing screaming, holler, and all of a sudden, Hit starts coming off
that mount And when I mean coming off that mountain, I mean it ain't
walking. I mean hit sounds like a bulldozer stuff for being broke. And
I see my uncle and I'm scared of death. I don't know what's going
on. And I see my uncle Lanny, and it comes down about halfway
and it gets quiet, and we're standing there and you hear the fire crackling
and stuff, and got one lantern hanging up, and you hear the frogs
on the river and everything. And by that point you know, I'm scared
of death, and I'm hugging my uncle Lanny, and my uncle Jim has
a mouser, an old rifle. I think it's no military rifle. I'm
not really sure. But anyway, shortly after that, Hit hollers and screams
again, and here it comes. This time it don't stuck. It comes
plumbed down into camping and as it's coming it's just breaking, snapping, and
just it sounds like a dozer or an elephant running through the woods, and
he's swinging that rifle around and by this time, me and my uncle Laney,
we're trying to climb his back, and he says, get off,
boys, go in the tent. So we're going in the tent, and
the only light there is, you know, the old Comman lantern. It
was about fifteen yards on the other side of the fire, and the fire's
going so if anybody's ever camped, you know how far those lights will shine
out. And then it's just pitch black. There's like a wall. Well,
we're in the tent and we're hearing this, okay, and HiT's hollering
and screaming, and where the road was parallel with the river, it would
do a half moon. It'd keep circling us. And it done this for
fifteen or twenty minutes, and it seemed like forever, and then it got
quiet, and we're sitting there listening, and then all of a sudden,
men and my uncle Lanni are looking out the tent watching my uncle Jim,
and I noticed he swings around, pointing where the road would run parallel with
the river, like toward where that lantern is lit. He's pointing that mauser
and it starts up again, and we're looking out of the tent and you
could see the tree shaking. And I'm talking trees that's six to eight ten
inches in diameter, and you could see like the foliage up in there,
and I'm not talking about these trees is fairly shaking. They're swaying back and
forth. And this thing would let out a screen and then it would move.
And then what I didn't realize years you know later after that, and
man, we have talked about it, is there was two of these things.
Because once that was going on and I had my uncle's focus at this
one area. Me and my uncle Lanney are hearing something behind the tent and
it gets so bad there, but it ain't screaming. You can hear it
walking. You could hear it, wouldn't know, you know, like a
how a squirrel sounds or how a deer walks. This was bi a pedal
two feet walking, crunch, crunch, Well, it gets a close to
the tent. We tear out of a tent like Gangbusters. We about knocking
my uncle Jim down. We're screaming hits behind a tent and he's hollering and
screaming at us, boys, get off of me. I'm gonna have to
shoot, and we're screaming at him. It's there, and about that time
hit houllers behind the tent and the tree stops shaking the way he's looking so
now he's in you know, he's looking at a twelve o'clock and then he's
looking at a five o'clock position behind where our tent is at. And this
keeps going on. One would draw his attention one way, and then the
other one would do something. It would have went back and forth, and
by this time I'm crying. I'm only seven, eight years old. I
look at my uncle Lannie. He's crying. We're all over my uncle and
he keeps telling this, boys, get off, I'm going to have to
shoot. And then I never will forget. I never will. And my
uncle told me and my uncle Lannie he said, boys, you don't never
repeat this, he said, because if you do, they'll think you're crazy
and they won't believe you. And even some of this stuff that I'm going
to say, my dad doesn't even know about because of the ridicule. And
you know, oh it was your buying playing tricks. Well, Anyway,
after these things go on trying to get his attention, the one behind the
tent makes a sound. I can't explain. It was like a it was
a growl, but it was just an I mean base that just come out
and was like a low rumble. How you can hear thunder off the district,
It's just how it's just more a little just rumbling. Well, and
then you hear a snap, and we're all looking where we're hearing this growl
or whatever it is. When we hear the snap, we swing around and
I'll never forget this as long as I live. And when this happened,
my uncle dropped that rifle. This thing was behind it when they hung the
lantern up. That's what I need to tell. When they hung the lander
up, it's about fifteen feet away from the fire, but they put a
cooler down and drove a nail and it was up about eight feet. Well,
this thing was about five feet behind it. And what was funny,
the trees that the lantern was on was about ten inch diameter, and so
was the other trees behind it. Well, this thing, I guess thought
it was it, but it was still far enough from around where the lantern
was like hitting the tree. You couldn't it was still kind of black around
it, but you could still see. I never will forget. This thing
is four feet wide and it, I guess because it thought it head was
behind the tree it was. You couldn't see it. But when this thing
stuck its head out, I never will forget. My uncle dropped his gun
and we're froze. We're froze and don't know what to do, and it's
standing there looking at us and I at the time I was young, I
wasn't trying to see details. My eyes was locked on its eyes, and
we were froze and so my and it seemed like it was twenty minutes,
but it probably wasn't twenty seconds. My uncle comes to and when he reaches
down and grabs that gun and brings it up, that thing it and this
is this is weird. This thing turns around and moves. It seems like
it went thirty feet but where if you've ever camped, how a lot of
only shine out so far it disappeared. Well after that happened, you could
hear something behind the tent and it started working its way back around and it
didn't go up the mountain but it was working its way around like to get
with this thing. Well, all this is going on, and this lasted,
This encounter here lasted I'm going to say thirty to forty minutes because at
this time, you know I told you that, you know, my other
uncles went to get my dad. Well, we wasn't even paying attention about
any vehicles or anything coming. And about that time, I never will forget,
the lights on that old scout hit them trees. Well, when them
plots on that scout hit the trees, this thing tore off toward that river
like a bulldozer. And when that thing hit the water hit sound like a
car had dropped out of the sky. I'd never heard a splash like at
my life. So the other thing had run off down the road where it
runs parallel with the thing. So when my dad get in the camp here,
we are hysterical. We're going crazy, you know, and you know,
a scout runs up. I'm screaming the hollering. They get out and
you know, like what in the world's going on, and we're trying to
explain them, you know, oh, maybe it's a mountain lion or this
or that, and they all get what life they had and everybody had a
gun. And I never forget me and my uncle Lanne, and I think
it was I really can't remember who stood by the fire, but the rest
of us, the rest of the guys went out. You could see their
lights shining around and how they went out, and you know when there and
they was gone for fifteen to twenty minutes to come back and said, boys,
you know, we don't see anything. You know, you wreckon and
be a mountain lion, you know, And here we are. We're saying
they ain't no way. My uncle saying, you know, I'm a kid
and I don't know what I've just witnessed. But my uncle saying, no,
no, it ain't. But at the time he was telling them it
was something. It wasn't a bear, because you know, at that time,
if you've seen a bear in that part, it was very rare.
But nowadays they're overrunning here where they've repopulated them. So he's telling my dad
and them. They said, well, next morning, when it comes daylight
in the morning after they go down to the edge of the river and you
could see where that thing had went off. That thing had hit the river
and swam across to the other side, and we had camped down there,
like I said, a month. We'd been down there probably two weeks before
this encounter happened. And I was all time running around getting into things,
and I got into a patch of poison ivy and I got it so bad
that it got my eyes and my mouth. They had to take me out.
It was during summer break, and took them to the doctor, and
you know, he fixes me up, and the guys were going back and
I was throwing such a fit to go back with them. My mom let
me go, you know. And I was all down there with my uncles
and everything. But never didn't have no more experiences after that outing. And
then the next time that I had a experience, I was by myself.
It was kind of in the same region, and it was during bow season,
and where we had parted. We would walk up about five benches on
the top or the side of this mountain. And my neighbor across the road
from my dad on this land, they own like three hundred acres there.
So during both season we'd always worker. They seem like there's always up on
that fourth or fifth bench, you know, working their way down eating acres.
So we go up there and we're hunting and doing good. And I'd
killed my first buck there, so we was real familiar with the area and
everything. So one morning I went and I went by myself, and I
took and put my backpack in. I was bow hunting, had tree standing
everything like that. Well, I get up here to that fifth bench and
I set the tree stand up. I climb up and it's an hour before
daylight. I'm sitting there that morning. I've seen a kyuti and if anybody's
ever seen coylties in the woods, they never stopped their all. He was
moving or running, and I thought that was kind of cool. So we
got up around eleven o'clock. I climmed down. I was kind of just
entering around, you know, and I sit there on the rock and eat
some lunch and everything. But I always heard my dad and and uncles had
to hunted that before that. There was a trail that went up on side
this mountain and they called it a gap. It wasn't really a gap,
but this old trail here. I don't know if it was an Indian trail
or just a game trail, but it went up the side of this hill.
I mean it looked like a motorcycle trail. It was just flattened out
to where it was just war slick. So I went up for about I'm
gonna say about twelve thirty one o'clock. I'm up here hunting, and I
put my tree stand up on a different spot, and I'm I'm looking around
and watching, and then I get bored, so I get down and I'm
on top of the ridge and it runs from left to the right, well
to the right, it went out and kind of circled around and to my
if I'm looking down toward that holler at my probably my nine o'clock position,
there was a little finger ridge run down and I have my monoplars and I
was looking for some you know, orange trees or rubs or whatever you call.
So I get down and I go down through there, and I have
put my stuff down. I'm a pack of get my put my grunt around
my neck, and I'm twenty one twenty two years old at the time,
So I hit my grunt, I hit my horns and everything like that,
and I sit there and listen for probably fifteen to twenty minutes. I could
hear something over on that ridge to my right and it curved, but it
went way farther out than this finger ridge. So I thought, well,
that may be a deer or squirrel whatever. So I'm there and I hit
my trunk, call, I hit my horns, and I hear it again
over well. When I pulled my antler's my sheds back, and when I
went to hit him again, when I hit I'm not lying to you,
something tore off of that heel coming toward me and my wife. I just
told my wife this this afternoon. She didn't know nothing about it. And
nobody knows about this because nobody would believe me. But I'm telling you.
When I went to hit them horns for the second time, this thing come
off that hill and hit sound like a truck tearing through the woods. My
mind, I'm thinking. I got excited at first. I'm thinking, oh
my god, this is a big buck. I'm getting ready to kill it.
So I'm not even up to the tree stand yet. So I'm standing
there with my bow and that thing is running and it comes down across the
bottom and up probably about a third of the way of the hill and it
stops. All right. I've got my eyes fixated on were this area stopped
and if anybody knows when you hunt like both season in October, how the
foliage gets orange and red and yell and all that, and it's so thick
you can't see nothing. So I'm and didn't know it. But i have
my antlers hanging on my right bend of my arm, and I've got my
release up and I'm holding it and I'm you know, my knees are shaking.
I'm thinking, I'm getting ready to kill the biggest bucket's ever been seen.
WHOA. My eyes are fixated on that. There's no sound, and
what I'm about to tell you. What I'm about to tell you next has
been with me for years. My eyes are fixated where this thing had stopped
or whatever I thought it was, And I'm looking at twelve o'clock, straight
toward it. Down over the hill, all right, at ten o'clock position,
there's a big old beech tree. This thing comes out from behind that
tree. I never ever will forget that moment, because, let me tell
you, I'm thirty yards of this thing. In my mind, I'm thinking,
why are you there? I'm trying to process it. All this stuff's
going through my head. I'm reliving the sound of this thing coming off the
hill, coming a third of the way up. But how are you here?
Why are you not there? And I was in my mind, I
was thinking, how did you move seventy yards from where I heard it stop
to where it was at? In my mind it was I was replaying it,
replaying it. I mean, just and this stuff happened so fast,
and me in this thing has locked eyes. This thing was black, eight
to nine feet and the hair was three or fourty inches long, but out
on the tips it was more of a brown color that makes any sense to
anybody. It was black, but the hair's the word. The sun was
going down you could see like a red or a light brownish tint to it.
So here we are, thirty yards, we're locked eyes. And when
I'm standing there and my knees are shaken, And when I've listened to the
other people on your show, we're talking about the primal fear. People have
no understanding of what this means. You freeze. It's worse than a fight
or flight. To me, it was. And I'm locked eyes with this
thing for i'd say three to five minutes. It ain't moving. I'm not
moving. I'm thirty yards from it. And I'm trying in my mind,
I keep her playing the sounds. Okay, it should be here, what
is this okay? And then I start thinking, at that moment there it
comes rushing back to me what I'd say, I've seen when I was seven
or eight years old on that river. And I'm telling you, at that
moment there, I lost all reality of time or anything going on around me.
And I haven't told this story because people won't believe you, or if
they do, they think you're crazy. But I'm telling you, I know
what I seen. I was thirty yards from it, and this thing was,
like I said, eight or nine feet tall. The face was it
looked human, but it wasn't. His nose was flat, the skin wasn't
black, but it was real dark, and its mouth was open and I
could see its teeth. I'm talking, these teeth are the widest teeth I've
ever seen in my life. And we're locked eyes and I'm looking at it
and now thinking back on it, I wish I could have no detailed you
know. But I hear a lot of them talk about it had a narrowed
waste. This one didn't. This thing was massive. I remember they talk
about having No, there wasn't a neck, but the muscles on top of
its shoulders were massive, and its arms were huge, and its hands where
it had it on that beach tree. This beach tree is thirty six to
forty inches in diameter. It's huge. And this thing has got one hand
on it and leaned out and standing there and we're having a stair off.
I say three to five minutes. I have no why I did. It
could be longer, could be shorter. Time stops when I guess when something
like this happens, because my brain could not. My brain was replaying it
coming off the hill. My brain was replaying what I seen on the river
when I was a kid, trying to process in my mind. Okay,
as this thing's going on, it starts kind of dropping, and I'm thinking,
what in the world am I seeing a bear? Is it getting ready
to go down on four leg? No, it wasn't. This thing had
a hold of that tree and started leaning to its left down toward the ground.
It didn't have nothing that's left hand, didn't have nothing in that's right
hand. And this thing is he's got his eyes locked on me, and
I can't get my eyes off him. I can't look at nothing else but
his eyes. And those eyes were massive, and people say that they're black
this or that. No, these eyes, you could see the white and
the skin was so dark. The eye white was just as bright as the
teeth. This thing keeps leaning down and thinking back on it now, I
don't know if it was trying to pick up a stick or an achron,
but I could I was trying to look down to see where water it was
doing or trying to grab. But I couldn't get my eyes off of because
it kept s turning up. He never turned its head or nothing. It
was fixated on me. So as this is going on, I mean,
hits like slow motion. He didn't I don't know if he knew I was
there. I mean I was in the wide open, and so was he
other than his right arm on the tree. But slowly, methodically, this
thing goes down and keeps going down. Finally gets his hands to the ground
and I could hear it hit the leaves and then the leaves were drying crunchy,
and I'm locked on it. Well, I've never seen what it picked
up or something. When it started to come back up, the facial expression
changed, and this is what bothered me the most. It went from a
puzzled look looking at me to almost lock and I told my wife this,
and you know, it was just you know how your mino play tricks on
your this or that. I start thinking, God, this thing is demonic,
it's the devil, or it's something. But it's facial expressions changed,
and it made me feel different, buddy that at that time when it finally
stood back up, I never seen what was in its left hand. I
tore out there. I mean I left everything, and I still had an
arrow in the bowl. I start tearing off up at him. I'm probably,
oh God, sixty yards down on that finger ridge from the very top
and it's dry. And here I take off and my legs are like jello.
But I'm trying to run as fast as I can, but my legs
ain't working, and so I'm I didn't fall, but my feet was sliding
out from under me. Man, it just if I guess that's been a
fuddy video, because I mean, they'd been leaves flying everywhere. But I'm,
i'm, i'm my mind. I'm thinking this ain't real. I'm I'm
I'm not really here. Something's not right. So I get up to the
top, and I turn and look over my right shoulder. This thing ain't
at that tree no more. It's coming to me. And at that time
I almost lost my bodily function. I'm not gonna lie. I finally crested
when I crested that ridge and started down. When I started down that path,
I was telling you about what hardly any leaves on it. It was
dirt. So I can hear my feet fall, you know, thumping going
down through there. I can hear this thing still coming through the leaves,
and that trail is probably about oh gosh, I'm gonna say eighty to ninety
yards because it don't goes straight down. It kind of parallels the side of
the mountain, if you know what I'm talking about. So I'm burling down
through there, and I've got that arrow still in my bottle. Well it
flies out, and I've got my quiver on, but the arrow flies out
I get to the bottom. When I get to the bottom, I need
to turn to the right a little bit to head off toward my truck.
When I get to the mall and make that turn, I look, he's
done crest to the hill and coming down the path at that time, I'm
thinking I'm going to die, and I run down five benches as hard as
I can go. About the second to the last bench, I stepped and
I guess where an o tree had blown over, but it looked level.
I piled up, but I'm going so fast. When I hit the ground,
i just flip over the edge and I'm sliding down the other when I
get up and go and I could hear him, but I couldn't see him
because I'm so many benches low. If he wanted to caught me, he
would have. Well, I get down to the bottom. I can see
the gravel road and I get down there. He never come down. I
don't believe below the third bench. And so I get to the truck and
uh. I throw my boat on the ground on the gravel road beside the
truck, and I'm digging for my keys and everything. Can't figure it out.
But I've got a small backpack on my back and I forgot I put
the keys in there. I'm scrambling like an idiot. I throw the bow
in there. It breaks the side off of me. When I get in
the truck, I'm hysterical. I peel out of there. I mean I'm
all over that gravel road and I'm trying to look up to my left on
side of that hill, and I can't see nothing, But in my mind,
I'm thinking that thing's gonna come down in the road. But he never
did. And from where I was at, it ain't half a monty hit
the black top. And where I'm talking about hunting is you get down to
this I ain't really going to name the area, but it gets down in
forks and you can go down to the lower end of the creek, or
you can go to the upper end of the creek. Or if you go
to the right, you can go up across this one mountain. If you
go to the left, it's up another mountain. And on the back side
of that is where I'd had my first experience. And when I got home,
I didn't say nothing to nobody. I never told my dad, me
and my dad. My dad hunted religiously for years and then he got out
of it because of work. And he, you know, we worked five
six days a week, and so he calls and says, hey, let's
go hunting this weekend. This is about Tuesday or Wednesday. And I'm up
there over the weekend and I told him, I said, no, my
buddies are going to land between the lakes. I'm going with them. And
if I ever comeversation now he don't know about this, but he would know
exactly what I'm talking about. He said, son, why are you leaving
one of the hottest spots to go out there? And I told him I
just want to go out there with my buddies. But that wasn't the truth.
But where my dad was hunting, he was on he was a couple
for three hundred yards on around the mountain, had a kind of big bend
in like a bowl. And well, I go on the land between the
lakes. My dad goes up there. He don't have any encounter anything like
that. He sees several deer that morning. He shoots every arrow out of
his bow and hit nothing. So here I am out in the land between
the lakes. I didn't know that until I got back. But while I
was out there, I thought, you know, everything was good. Well,
there was a bunch of us at Lamb between the lakes, and we
was off the I believe it's called Wrangler's Trail. We was camped around there,
and where I was hunting that it was close to the ATV trail.
If anybody's been to LBL, you'll know what I'm talking about. And Wrangler's
Loop or trail. It's been a few years since I've been out there now,
but I'm hunting one evening and uh, there's a buddy of mine.
I want to mention his name. I don't know if he'd want me to,
but anyway, I shoot a dough and you know, everybody says,
hey, you know got an agreement. We're all had radios. Hey,
if you see a dough and you can shoot one and you know, tag
it and we'll cut it up and have camp meet. And we're like,
oh, yeah, yeah, we'll do that. So we're out there and
I kill a dough but I didn't go to good shot on. It's about
thirty five forty yards quarter and away and I pretty much gut shot this thing.
But when I did, it come through the back laid and you know,
and injured it pretty bad. Well, it runs off and runs down
across the road over towards where the ATV trails are at. Okay, So
this was in the evening, by the way, So me and my buddy
and my uncle he was out there with us too, my uncle Mike,
i'll say his name, And we got on the blood trail and I told
him, I said, look, it's a bad shot. And you know,
I gut shot this deer. Let's not even push it, you know,
We'll wait. And it was getting later, you know, and then
it got dark. Well, me and my buddy went down through my uncle
drove us around through her and I said, yeah, okay, right,
here's where it come off the bank. So we bilt out of the truck
on the right side, and my uncle goes on up to the top of
the hill about a quarter of a mile. Sets well, I'll go ahead
and tell this part, but why we didn't know. He got up there
and fell asleep. He didn't know what was about to happen to us.
So we get down there and we find the deer. It's over the bank
from the road and probably about thirty yards from where it drops off to the
bank. It's piled up a bunch of saplings and stuff around. So we're
there and like, hey, yeah, So I get my knife out.
I'm gutting it and everything, and I give him a tag to my buddy
and he tags it and everything. We hear these coyotes start up, and
me and the both looked at each other, and you know that's not good,
because when one started jumping and then this thing turned into a pack.
And I'm not lying, and the sounds were coming where it come off the
bank and come down and cross the road. And I'm not lying to you.
We heard them things. I don't know. We never did see all
of them, but we heard them things come off that bank. And I'm
not lying. You could ask my buddy. You could hear their claws on
the blacktop. And when he looked at me, and we both said,
get up a tree, so we shot up a tree. Hear them things
come off that hill and they go straight to that deer. We're hollering and
screaming and stuff and carrying on, and about that time, the god offless
scream come out, and them kyotes they froze in their tracks. And We're
both up these little little skinny trees and I'm thinking the whole time mine's gonna
break out. I'm gonna fall right in the middle of these things. And
my buddy, he ain't twenty yards from me, and we ain't eight feet
off the ground. So this is going on, and them collies are quiet
and it's dark, and we've got our headlamps off because we didn't want the
collies to see where we was at. I don't know what since that made,
but anyway, them things start attacking the deer. Well, this thing
the second screen hit made was on top of the bank on the other side
of the road. And when it come off of that hill, the thumps
and stuff it was making. It hit sound like a boulder rolling but thump,
and every time it bounced, and when we heard that, them collies.
If I'm trying to explain how we we were up these two sapling trees
twenty yards apart. The deer are two our back and to our right,
and that's where the highways at all right, and about I don't know less
than one hundred yards. He knows where the road comes in to where the
ATV trail was back then, so then kyleties take off the other way.
They don't come under the trees we're on. Well, we hear this thing
after that screen. We was thinking a mountain lion or something. Didn't know,
And in the back of my mind I was thinking, they ain't no
way, there's no way this can be happening, and I told him I
don't want to say his name, but anyway, I said, I'm getting
down. I'm out of here. The coylts had done left, and I
built out that tree and I took off front because I know where that road
was, that ATV trail. Well at this time, them screams hurt.
It woke my uncle up and he's thinking, what in the world is going
on. He's a quarter mile up the road. I'm burling through the woods
and don't have a weapon or nothing on me. Had a little hand lamp
hit got knocked off. I'm running as hard asig and go bouncing off trees
and everything, and my buddies. He's right beside me and we're burning.
When when we hit that road, I knew to turn to the rock to
get back up the highway. And finally you could see headlights coming over the
hill and it was my uncle Mike coming back to get us. And when
he got down there in that little jeep truck that we drove out there,
we're in the roads. We got blood all over sowere. I've goted this
deer and he's probably thought we've lost our minds and we're screaming, get out
of here, get out our caldies, this and night. But we didn't
have time what was going on. But he heard the scream. We never
did see what this thing was, but we heard it come off the hill,
and you could hear the footfall come across the road and from where it
dropped off, and we had a far enough gap. I knew I wasn't
going to stay there till it got to that deer. I wasn't and neither
was my buddy. So like I said, we run out hit the road.
Here he comes, blood all over us, all over my hands where
I'd get to the deer. Don't mean to be graphic or anything, but
we're freaking out. We don't even get in the truck. We jumped back
the truck and we're beating on the back glass, Go go go. He
thinks something bad's happened. He tears out there and me and him are going
up there, and he finally drives them all and gets up eurn stops and
you know, I'm uneasy. I'm I just go on to camp, Go
to camp. We're fine, And men, my buddies look at each other,
and you know what was that? We know the coyldies were there.
We heard them coming, but what was the screen? What was coming off
the hill? What would be so mean to run off at least a dozen
or more coyotes on a kill. That's what we were having problems trying to
process. So we get back to camp, we're telling the story and everything,
and everybody's looking at us, laughing like we're idiots this that or whatever.
And I've listened to your show where I've never been to the Hotel California
out there, but I've heard about the bigfoot things and never seen what this
was. But whatever it was, when it screened and the footfall coming off
that bank and hit thumping across the highways, them kydes were gone. They
didn't yelp, they did nothing. They pour out of there like they were
on fire. And that's what scared me. I thought, if something that
mean is scaring that many off on a fresh kill, I don't need to
stay here. So we get backward tennant, like I said, they go,
you know, yeah, you've lost your mind. Well, anyway,
the trip goes uneventful when we come back home, and then the next part
I'm going to tell is a few years later, this happened. The LBO
trip happened roughly around I'm going to say ninety No, I'll be wrong.
This happened around yeah, ninety eight, ninety nine, all right, And
fast forward to about four years ago. My girlfriend Tom, she's my wife.
Now we go up same area but where I had the thirty yard encounter,
but we go on past where I've had that account, or probably three
four miles up there, and it's all there's two big campgrounds up here,
and I'll give them the name to one of the campgrounds, it's Great Metas
and then there's another one called Dear Loop. But on the way up through
there, there's little individual camping spots on the left side along the creek.
Well, the first one campsite we come to, I've camped there many and
many a times. And then right before you get to that campsite, there's
a big field on the right where a big old barn is and on the
other side it's just a huge stick and I guess at one time it had
probably been farmland too, But anyway, I knew that was a good camping
spot. So me and my wife we go up there and where that field
is on the right as soon as you get to where that field ends,
there's a road that turns to the right. It don't go up there two
hundred feet and there's no cemetery. Well, if you go on past where
the cemetery is, it ain't two hundred feet. And right there on the
left is the camping spot. And it's right on the creek. I mean
it ain't twenty feet eat off of it. And this is an April see
been April of See it's twenty three been April of twenty nineteen, somewhere in
there. Yeah, probably somewhere there. Anyway, we get there, we
get our camping stuff out, and if anybody is familiar how most camping site
they'll have like these cross ties that kind of they'll put down and put these
small pea gravel where you can set you tent. They'll have a little fire
pit. They'll have these big old metal poles that come up like a candy
cane and got a hook on it for your lantern. And then there's some
wooden steps that goes down about I don't know, six or eight steps down
to the creek. Okay, So when we get there, I get a
stick out and I'm you can tell you know, nobody had been there for
a little wokles. This first of April. It was cool in the mornings,
but morning the afternoons starting to get a few thunders. So I get
a stick out and I'm leveling it off real good, and I set up
my tent. And before we went up there, my dad had these rope
lights that were the solar and the old folk tell is that snakes won't cross
a lot or this or that. So my wife, she's scared to death
snakes. I love catching them. But anyway, I get the tent set
up, didn't even get the lights down yet. But here I am.
I'm doing all this work, getting everything ready to get the tent up,
and I'm not lying to you. At the corner of these cross toes toward
the creek, there's two pair of wet shoes there. They was not there
when I pulled in. We talked about this today before I come on the
show. We talked about it several times today. I've done all that work
and those shoes were not there. I put this tin up, them shoes
were right there, and I'd had that stick out leveling where I was pushing
them little gravel over the edge them shoes, wasn't there. My wife was
behind me getting stuff out of the truck. She walks up, said where'd
you get them shoes? I said, what shoes? And I turned it
around, and I'm not lying. There's two shoes sitting on that and they're
wet, like somebody come up and kick them off. So I'm thinking the
back of my mind, okay, wait a minute, now I'm losing my
mind. And I looked at her. I said, where'd you get them?
Mat? Did you find them down here? She said, honey,
I've been in the truck getting stuff at you know that. So I start
thinking, Okay, hang on a minute, I replay. Okay, when
I pulled in, I know exactly I done this and I done that whatever.
These shoes are probably about a size I'm gonna say, I don't know,
maybe it's six or size seven, but I'm telling that they're soaking wet.
Me and her are standing around there, dumbfounding, and we can both
keep thinking all the other ones played a trick on me. No neither one
of us done this. These shoes come out of and I can't explain it.
I'm telling the God's honest true, them shoes were not there, because
when we pulled in you could have seen them. It's flat, the gravels
are leveled with the cross ties. And I'm thinking, and this has got
my mind blowed away, and I start thinking, I don't want to get
too worried because she's afraid of the dark, and I don't want to get
her excited. So I go about. I get this little solar thing out
and it's getting close to dark, and it's got the tent and everything lined
up. We're setting around and I'm still thinking, hou's them shoes there?
And I started to go over and get them a movement. I thought to
myself, I ain't touching no shoes. I don't know where they come from,
but I know they wasn't there. And I'm thinking this the whole time
back of my mind. So we get the fire going. I get a
fire going good, and it's got if people know, there's a middle.
My hat sticks up probably about ten twelve inches and it's round, looks like
a half of a wheel off of big Semi, but it's got a great
that'll flow back out of the wait until you get the fire going, and
then you can falld it back over to put your food or whatever on.
Well, I get the fire going, and by this time it's getting up
to I'm gonna say, about ten o'clock. We had fixed this some hot
dogs and we're just chiwling down, having a good time. Everything's going good.
Nobody's coming by on the road going up to them other campsites. We're
up there by ourself. And I didn't know this till later, And I'll
get to this. We're sitting around there and I'm in a My back's to
the tent. The creek is to the left, and I'm looking at the
fire pit. My wife's on the other side, and she's got a tobacco
stick. Anybody knows what tobacco stick. I used to build a lot of
furniture, neat things out of that, and I always just had one to
back the truck, and I don't know, for just different things. So
she's sitting there and she's just having a good time, and we're talking and
she's poking in the fire and everything. And then I hear something. And
I've heard this sound on different recordings, and it starts out with the deep
and then goes up real high like a siren. Pitch holds it for like
eight, ten, twelve seconds and then drops off immediately. It don't wind
down, it just stops. I hear it. You can hear the creek,
but this thing is over the crackle of the fire and the creek,
and I hear it, and she hears it too, but she don't have
a reaction. All right, probably no more than ten seconds fifteen at the
most. This thing fires up again this time. I don't know if it
was turning our way where you could hear it better, but it was just
that just and held it up there and then dropped off again. She's poking
that fire, having a good time, and she freezes and I could see
it wipe over her face. In my mind, I know what it is,
but I ain't gonna say anything. She looks at me. Real funny,
you tell her the just color drops of her face. She said,
honey, what was that? I said, well, I really don't know
what that was. Back in my mind, I knew, I knew ain't
no bear sounds like that. No, Kyle, he can hold a pitch
like that. They ain't anything in these woods. And while I'm thinking that,
we're small talking and it gets quiet, and it's almost like everything got
quiet. Well, this thing screams out the third time, and I'm telling
you, but the second time she when she said, huney, what was
that? She said, why would there be sirens up here? I said,
there's no sirens up here. It had that high of a pitch if
you know what a siren. But it holds it. And I've heard these
vocalizations and I can't remember where they were from, but I'll get into that
later. But anyway, she said, why is her siren? I said,
honey, there ain't no sirens up here no more. She says that.
A couple of seconds, this thing does again. Well, this time
it's closer, and I mean you can hear the deep just out of its
gut, just that r and then it gets really really high and holds it
there eight to ten seconds. Nothing. Well by this time, you know
how you can hear, you know, like crickets and tree frogs and this
and that, They ain't nothing, no sound whatsoever. The only thing you
can hear is a barely a trickle from the creek, cause where we was
at it wasn't like shoals where it runs shallow over the waters and makes the
rippling sound. Could barely hear the crack of the fire, because the fire's
winding down. In my mind, I'm thinking, Okay, I know where
we're camped. I know what's just right up the road, and it was
coming from the left, and I was thinking, well, right past where
we're camped, there's a picnic shelter and everything on the left that got a
little pavilion that's like a little pole barn with picnic tables under, multiple little
picnic tables down through there. But just on the edge of the grass there's
a road that goes down. They've got bars there now because this is still
all in the Daniel Boone National Forest. Every bit of this has happened here
other than the LBL trip. We're gonna stop tonight's show here, but don't
worry. Jimmy be back next week for part two. Thanks as always for
listening and have a great night. Well that's it for tonight show. If
you've had a big Foot siding and would like to be a guest, please
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where the church at the Backbone loves and the bow and the fasting melodies coove
in at the Bombman Rose with the roofs run deep beyond the nose of the
busy streets with the sons of the South of Su. Then I mean,
I hear the promp backing down home rhythm bringing out add On Run from Banjong
Music. Yeah. The sound of a memory brings me back to the bluegrass
playing the Madadi jack. It's become many been through it, getting through the
day on scrugs and skags, booking name bales to this Tennessee jams. There's
no other way that I do it. And I hit the ball boat breaking
down home rhythm bringing out had Over run from ben Jong Music. Yeah,
summon dollar backwards backwards and double tip freaking in the sword and the strummle looking
to stuff. There's on the end of strumming out country both live in mom
and I hit a bumboat picking rhythm, ring a nut battle from rom Man
Give the City Last draws me wild on the two needs, the cars rushing
by with the bastes on the sterios to man and I hear the brown bush
picking down home to them bringing nuns run from Man of Music. Yeah,
something going backwards backwards and double tun picking in the sword and the strumming looking
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a bum bach picking down rhythm bringing us battle front from mass something coming backwards
backwards and double tunking and the soul and the strumming looking tuck stars because the
thing had a strumming down, because you're both living and I hit a bum
patch picking down from the bad Chicken Boats Win Mama's Best swinget TEA kind of
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