Our Sasquatch Experiences at Sandbar Hollow - My Bigfoot Sighting Episode 110

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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
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to my Bigfoot Sighting dot com. Right there past that, it's called Hemlock
Grove. It's on the left, but anyway, there's poles there and there's
a road that goes down and crosses up. Well, I've heard my dad
talk about this place before, and I've been up there actually personally myself goes
back in the day. My dad has got a jeep in every weekend we
jeep road all up in on the backside of that mountain down on the river
where my experience happened and stuff for years until Big South Fork moved in and
shut her all down. But anyway, in my mind, I know where
this sound's coming from. It ain't half a mile away. So we're sitting
there and we don't hear it no more. He gets quiet, and so
that time she's at the point she's ready to go home. I said,
no, let's get in the truck. I said, somebody's camped up here,
and that's what we've heard. We get my truck, I back out
and I go up the road. Well, like I said, just a
little bit up, there's that spot and then you go past the hemlock grove.
I've got the windows down. I don't hear anything. And I go
up there. I know where all these camping spots are. On the left
along the creek, nobody's there. I get up to the first campground on
the right, I go around the loop. Nobody there. I go to
the second campground on the left, go around the loop. Nobody there.
At this time, I'm thinking, I know I'm not crazy, and so
I downplay. I said, honey, it's okay. I said, let's
go back. Heck, it's getting late this time. It's eleven o'clock.
So anyway, we go back. We get there and she's uneasy, and
I said, oh, well, don't worry about I'm gonna build this fire
up. And I did. Our ken ain't probably eight feet from it from
that little round pit thing. And then I've got those solar licets in a
rope like deal. And you know, the old timers said the snake wouldn't
cost a rope or line or whatever, and he sent that up there for
my wife to kind of ease her, you know, because she's terrified as
snakes. So we get back there and I tell her, look, I'll
stoke up the fire and you know, everything will be all right. So
I get this thing roared, and the whole time this is going on,
I keep thinking about the shoes. I still can't figure out this, and
I know in her mind she's thinking the same thing. Plus wat's this scream
in a half mile up the road, on the same side of the road
that we're on. So I get her calm down. I get in and
get her sleeping bags ready, and we crawl in there and we're laying there
and I started hearing sounds across the creek and I can't explain. I've had
bears to bluff charge me within five feet. I'm talking to four hundred and
fifty pound bear bluff charged me, and good thing I didn't turn run because
it killed me. I stood my ground and throwed something. Man. It
hit it right under the chin, right in the breast, and it turned
around and run off. It was way bigger than me. I'm six three,
go two hundred and fifty pounds, but it turn and run. So
I'm hearing something across the creek and it can't figure it out. It's a
real r And she says, what's that sound? And I keep hearing it,
and I said, oh, it's probably a bear. That's what it
is. A bear. But I've heard bears make this sound. So we're
there, you know, and I keep hearing it. It never will come
across the creek. But I'm telling you, this thing does this all night
long. He'll go down the creek and back up the creek. But it's
just a real deep but it's real low, and it's almost like a vibrate,
real real and so then it gets quiet. But anyway, I'll get
into the story, and you keep hearing it. I doze off. She's
terrified, and she don't go to sleep. I don't. I guess I
sleep, you'd have to ask her. Twenty thirty minutes, she hits me
in the chest with everything she's got. Man, I come up out of
that sleeping bag, thinking, oh my god, what is it? She
said, there's so somebody out. I can hear them talking. I can't
make out what they're saying, but it's like they're whispering or behind the tent.
And before that, let me touch on one little thing for her real
quick. It was real funny. She loves whipper wheels, and she got
upregnice. She said, Oh, I wish we could hear one. Finally
we heard one up at that graveyard. And I don't know what if there's
anything to this or not, because they talk about how these things can make
all kinds of sounds. So this thing comes down. I guess it really
was a whipper wheel. He ain't five feet from our tent all night long,
and I'm about I got a pistol. I'm about to blow this thing
away. I can't sleep. It's making its whooper wheel sounds and I'm laughing.
She's laughing. But anyway, go to sleep. She hits me in
the chest and says, hone, somebody's out back of the tent, and
right behind the tent there's a walk trail where people walk down through there the
trout fish. So I'm sitting there and I hear something. I can't make
it out, but here's like something walking. I get my head. I
tear out the front of that tent and go to the left and I go
running down that trail my fast light. She screaming, get back, get
back. I go running down there, probably about forty yards, and I'm
thinking, you're an idiot. I don't think I've got on this pair of
ball shorts, and I'm cold because I've just had a pair of ball shorts
on under the sleeping bag. I run down there and I'm shining around.
I can't see anything, and I'm I start thinking, you're stupid. She's
screaming, get back, get back. So I'm walking up there and I
could hear something to the right, but it's just a little video. Think
I couldn't tell if it was between me and the road, which the road
wasn't twenty yards from, if it's on the other side of the road,
And it could have been my mind playing tricks, and sometimes it can if
you hear sounds and you'll let your mind runs. But there's two different things
from when you hear something and when you see something. I get back to
the tent, I crawl in there. It's I think, one thirty two
o'clock in the morning. I can't go sleep. She's out of it,
and I keep hearing this thing pace up and down to the lift of me
across the creek. Whipper will win there no more. He gets quiet,
and this thing keeps going back and forth and back and forth, making those
sounds. And then finally I fall asleep and then wake up the next morning,
and the shoes are still there, and we're both and she's ready to
get the heck out of there. I've never seen her move fast. She's
thrown stuff back the truck. I said, this rolls up, No throw
it in there, will lay something on it anyway. We get out of
there. But before that happens, I go down and look, these shoes
are still there. Don't know where they come from, but I promise you
on everything that I loved. These shoes were not there when we pulled in.
How they got there, I do not know. But I went down
there, and I couldn't get across the creek. Creek's only probably twelve fifteen
feet wide at the most. It was like sandy, but I couldn't see
nothing but probably about four or five feet from the sand, it kind of
there's kind of a little warshaft where you can see the if anybody knows,
I'm talking about, like how the vines and the roots of the trees will
stick out where the water's washed it out, and right above that you couldn't
really tell anything. I was actually wanting to go across the creek, but
my wife's over here saying no, can we please just go? So anyway,
we get in a truck and we leave and we go back. And
like I said, this was in twenty nineteen, and I'm going to touch
on one more thing with my wife. So two years ago, if anybody
knows where Lake Cumberland's at, we're over there lake one night, just hanging
out, going to build a fire and stuff. There we're looking up at
the night sky and I'm not lying. I know she's seen it before I
did, but we'd seen a satellite go by and a couple of falling stars
this or that. But she hit me and said look up. She said
him, what is that? And I looked up and I'm not lying.
Here was a triangle. It was blacker than the night sky, hit blacked
out the stars. This thing was huge. I don't know how high it
was. I know it couldn't have been over five thousand feet. No sound,
absolutely nothing, And this thing is right over top of our heads,
and I'm watching it. And as it keeps going, if you look across
whereas at you can see the lots of Russell Springs, Kentucky. It's across
Lake Cumberland. Well, I'm watching that thing head that way, no sound,
probably maybe five thousand feet off the ground. And we're watching it and
I can't believe what I'm saying. It's a triangle shape, blacker than the
night sky. You couldn't tell how thick it was, but had three distinct
little lights on the back, but they wasn't real bright. And we watched
this thing go plumb out of sight. We're standing there and she's looking at
me and said what is that? And I said, well, I have
no idea, hune, I said, but I know what I seen.
Do you know what you've seen? She said, yes, I do.
I said, well, there you go. I don't know what to say
about that, but I was trying to keep these in row as I was
getting older. But there was one I skipped over. Okay. It was
after the ordeal at the river, when I was seven or eight years old.
I got up to be here, probably i'm going to say around eleven
or twelve years old, and me and my dad go up in the general
area where I'm talking about this creek, but it's the lower end, they
call it the lower end. In the upper end. Well, there's this
spot that we've went to for years up here and hunted all my family,
my grandpa on my mom's side, on my dad's side, on my uncle's
on both sides of all hunt up here. Well, we're walking up this
logging road and I've got a little four ten and my dad's got twelve gage
and we're walking up this road. And he said, all right, son,
he said, you stand here, and he said, I'm going to
walk on up this road. He said you stand here for at least twenty
I'm pretty sure he said twenty or thirty minutes. And he said, then
I want you to sneak up through there. I said, okay that I'll
do that. So I'm watching my dad and always done everything. I mean,
if it where he stepped, I'd step, because he'd teach you that
in the woods, if you're like squirrel hunting, you'd always try to step
where they are to keep the noise down. But we was in he's in
that old road. I'm watching him. He's up through there. Okay,
he gets on up through there. And I don't know if I stood there
for well, now, thinking back on it, I was there for a
while because when I finally made it to him, he said, he is
wondering why it took me so long. But now I'll jump back to when
this all started happening. I'm standing there and I started getting scared because I'm
thinking about what happened on the river. Well, I'm thinking, well,
you know, I'm bigger. Now I got a shotgun and this and that's
so four ten, you know. And then all of a sudden, my
dad told me said, son, don't leave the road. And we always
had a signal, son, if you get lost, just whistle and I
whistle back. That's okay, I whistle nothing. And this is I'm telling
you. You could ask my dad I told him the same thing. And
when I reach you, I'm crying. I'm freaked out. I whistle again
the second time. I hear a whistle to the left. Well down to
the left's a little drop off, an ivy thicket and it goes up on
the side, going toward a ridge. But it wasn't real high, and
I thought, what he said, he was going up the road. And
so I sat there a second. Didn't hear nothing, nothing hollered, scream
or nothing like that. And I whistled again, hit whistle, drip back.
And that was always communication, son, don't holler in the woods,
don't talk. Whistle and I said, okay. I whistled a third time.
This thing whistles back. So I'm thinking, well, he said he
was going there, Well he's over here, so I'm going that way.
I go down off the road and work my way through an ivy thicket,
get up there. And I'm starting to get scared because it's in the afternoon.
It ain't it ain't getting dark yet, but it's in the afternoon.
I'm only twelve years old, and I'm getting scared. So I start whistling
more, and I swear to you to my left up on that hill.
This thing was whistled back. But in my mind, I keep thinking,
son, you're supposed to be in that road. So I'm walking parallel with
the road, probably about forty fifty yards off the road, just on the
other side of this ivy thicket. I'm walking up through there. I whistle,
hit whistles back. I keep walking. I stop, I whistle,
hit whistles back, But it's always to my left. Seems like it was
just forty yards away from me. I couldn't see it because, like I
said, this ridge wasn't hih but whatever it was was not on the top
of the ridge that I could see. So I'm looking and I don't see
nothing. So at this time I'm starting to tear up and cry. I'm
lost. I'm thinking I'm lost. My dad's whistling. Why ain't he coming
to me? But I keep thinking, in the back of my mind,
I know he went up that road. Why is he up here? I
keep walking forward. I walk another twenty thirty feet. I whistle again,
same thing. It whistles. Well. We've talked after this and everything,
and hours went on, and he's wondering, why ain't I coming up this
road? I ain't in the road. I'm in the woods to the left.
I keep walking up through parallel on the road and Dad, I guess
where he'd walked up through there. Heck, he probably got two hundred yards
up in front of me. I keep walking, seems like forever. I
whistle, this thing whistles. I whistle this thing whistle. By this time
I'm ryhysterically, and I keep going straight though I'm still paaring level of the
road. Still ain't climbed no higher on the hill. And I get up
here and if whistle. I hear this thing whistle. And then I hear
a whistle to my right, like a Bob White, and I knew that
was my dad. But wait a minute, what's this here? Who's whistling
here? When my dad whistled like that, I heard him, and I
knew it was my dad. So I kind of get going up through there,
and then I stopped, and I whistle again. I hear another whistle
to my left. My dad replies with the same whistle, this time it's
closer. So then I pick up my pace. I'm not running, but
I'm not walking either. I'm at a jog. Twelve years old with the
four ten with a squirrel sack like best on my back and I get up.
I stop again, and I made this time when I made my whistle,
my dad answered with the bob white whistle again. And he ain't fifty
sixty yards from me. But this time, this thing, this whistle,
wasn't straight up the hill to me on the ridge. It was behind me.
And at that time, Man, I broke the run to my dad.
When I got to my dad, I was crying hysterically. I said,
Dad, I was whistling. Why wouldn't you answer me? He said,
Son, I've only whistled twice, I said, Dad, I've been
whistling my head off. I've been whistling forever, I said, And you
kept answering me over here, he said, Son, I never left the
road. I said, Dad, something's up here whistling, and so I
can see it gets my dad's attention. And I'm crying hysterically and stuff.
And I keep saying, Dad, why wouldn't you answer? And he and
because I'm to him, I know he's in the road, and my mind's
thinking, well, why am I hearing this over here? And I keep
telling him, Matt, we never seen nothing or anything like that. But
I've always heard if you listen, if anybody listens to these stories, a
lot of them, like I do, and you've got to believe the people
because they have nothing to gain like I do. For years, I've wanted
to talk about this stuff, but I've tried to talk to a few of
my friends and you get the same thing, the rolling up the eyes,
you're crazy, yeah, bigfoot whatever. Well, let me tell you something.
Until you've had the encounter that I've had. I'm not saying this whistle
deal was a bigfoot. I don't know, but I've listened to programs where
they say, especially the Indians, whistling to try to draw you deeper in.
But like I said, when I started out, I was whistling.
My dad wouldn't reply, but it did to the left, and I've done
it three times till I finally left the road. But like I said,
I kept thinking, don't you know your dad's on the road? Why are
you over here? I know in my head to kind of follow the road,
but I would go a short distance and whistle, but this whistle stayed
parallel with me to the left on the hill or just over the hill.
I couldn't see it. So anyway, that story get up here to them.
I done told Jo's crying hysterically, and we've talked about this for years.
I still I don't understand it. Okay, this was in let's see
Taylor County Campbell County area. If anybody knows about Pike's Ridge, it's a
ridge. It's seven miles long that the Green River wraps around. All right.
There's a parking gate and you can't drive nothing out there. You gotta
hoof this thing. It's up and down where a gas line runs out through
there too. But if anybody's over hunted that, it's up and down,
up and down. Well back this side of that. This has been a
few years back. There was a thirty one hundred and fifty acres and being
a bunch of my buddies had permission to hunt this land. I've hunted out
that Pike's Ridge forever and nothing. I would go out there in the morning
at four o'clock, stay all day, and I stand and walk back at
night and not get back to camp ten thirty eleven o'clock. And everybody would
always say, man, we was worried about You're crazy, you know,
why are you doing that? But I had it all to myself, and
I always killed very nice deer out there. But this place i'm hunting here,
it had a nickname. It was called Wildcat Ridge. There was this
old man, his name was Russ and back then, gosh, he was
ninety something year old and he was a caretaker of it. And these people
that on the land was out of Ashland, Kentucky. They was in the
old business or something, I'm pretty sure is what it was. And as
you drive out there was a few houses and their fields on both sides.
And once you leave at Hits Woods and no snake winding road, and all
the way after to the end before you probably about a mile and a half
before you drop down over the hill to the lift is Pike's Ridge and then
you drop down over the hill that's where there's a camping area down on Green
River. Well, this is way back from this side of it. I
get my four wheel because we had four wheels, and i'd ride after so
far and this ridge is long, probably four or five miles out there,
So i'd drive my four whether after about four about four miles and park it
because I didn't want to disturb anything on out and I'd take them walk about
thirty minutes out there and get my trees doan And I was in a white
oak flat and it was where the road had I'm walking down the road.
If you can picture in your mind, I'm off down the road. It
ain't real steep, and the road kind of turns back to the right,
but this little old flat white oak ridge runs off to the left, prime
deer hunting area. I've killed a bunch of deer here, and everybody knew
that was my spot, so I'd always go out there and hunt. And
I always went in early in the morning, and when I was hunted in
evenings, i'd always stayed because completely black cut and see, you know,
and all this time in my hand, I've replayed the thing it's happened to
me through the years, and you know, I'm blocking out because it never
had the experiences here. Okay, So, uh one evening I something there
in his about five five thirty. I'm sitting there my tree stand and always
like getting up about twenty five at least thirty feet because you getting by with
more movement, and the scent ain't as bad as you know on the ground.
So I'm way up there in this tree. I'm so high that I
can see that no to where it kind of knows out and drops doun and
bears to the right where I dropped off the left, Like I said,
so I can see up there. I hear walking, and I mean hits
as plain as day. Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch. It's a
human walking. It ain't no deer like a or a squirrel. My eyes
are fixated on this, and this thing's coming down toward me, and it
gets about twenty yards in turns. I'm facing it at twelve o'clock. This
thing turns at the three o'clock position, and I'm not lying to you.
I'm looking, and exactly where this thing is stepping. I can watch because
you know, if your ears hear something, your eyes are automatically trained to
look where you're hearing it. I hear this thing leave the road and it
walks down through there, off that ridge, and you could hear it walk
off the end of that little finger ridge, which ain't sixty yards to my
right. I thought, man, that's weird as my mind playing tricks somewhere.
Is that? So I went back. I never said nobody, you
know, to camp. I never said nothing about it. We're up there
for seven days. The next evening, guess what, five o'clock, same
thing, same exact thing happens, leaves the road. I'm watching where these
things walking, and I mean, it's dry and crunchy, and this thing
is closer. It's within twenty yards of my stand. I'm looking down.
I don't see nobody. And these are heavy crunches, not little beady crunches.
Somebody say, oh, that's a ground squirrel. No, no,
sir, And it walks by me again, walks off the end of the
ridge. So this time I'm thinking, what am I witnessing? Here?
Am I witnessing paranormal? Or my mom playing tricks? And I thought,
no, this is two days in a row. I go back to camp.
I don't say a word, get up next morning, go hunt the
same stand. Nothing happens. The third day. I am not lying everything.
I love. The same exact thing within two almost to the very exact
minute. And when this happens, it happens for probably I'm gonna say three
to four minutes by time it leaves the road, comes past me, goes
off the end of the ridge. Well, this time I'm standing up.
I got my little You know, when people hunting, you got big knockers
and little ones. I've got the small ones. And I'm zoomed in and
I'm looking exactly where I'm hearing the crunching, and every now and then you
can see like like leaves move, and I'm thinking, you've lost your mind?
Is this is a snake under the leaves? And I keep thinking this
is the third time, you know, how can this happen? I don't
understand. So this thing goes off out of sight. No scream, no
holler, no don't see anything, blah blah blah. Well I don't stay
the dark. I get out of my tree stand and I'm hoofing it back
to my four wheeler. And by the time I get back to camp,
it's dark. I said, boys, I need talking about something. I
tell them the story and they start laughing at me. Ha haha, you're
crazy. You're just you're paranoid. You're hearing stuff. I said, No,
I'm not, I said, all right, matter of fact. I
looked at one of my buddies. I ain't gonna say his name. I
said, come with me tomorrow. He said, I'd be glad to because
I ain't seen anything, and everybody always wanted to come out their rise because
I always killed deer. He says, I'm going to hunt in the morning
where my stands at, and then at lunch all when we come in,
I'll bring it out, and then that evening hunt we'll go aft there.
I'll go with you. I said, okay, we'll go in early,
so if we disturbed anything, we got plent enough time to calm down.
So we eat lunch, and about one I said, all right, let's
go. We'll go ahead and do that. So he follows me on this
fore wheeler. We get out there, but I part farther away this time,
and he wants to ride all the way up there, and I said,
I'm not doing it. But we get off. He's having to get
his tree stand. I've got my bowl because I had it on the front
of the four wheeling and in the little forks. I get it off,
got my backpack on, got me some drinks and snack and everything, and
we go out, climb up in the tree. I'll show him the word.
I helped him get his spotted. He's about sixty yards dead in front
of me, and I told him, I said, all right, like
this tree here. If it's on this side of the tree toward you,
you kill it. If it's on that side. Talking about a deer,
you know. And so he is okay, and so I get up.
I got climber. So when I get up, I'm going way up.
I go up to about my thirty feet. This knucklehead ain't fifteen feet off
the ground. I'm looked at him and I keep thumbing myself up and he's
shaking his head. No, he's scared of heights. And I finally got
him up probably about five feet. He may have cracked the twenty feet level.
By the time this is all done, it's probably I don't know,
two, maybe a little after. So we're sitting there for a while.
I'm looking at my watch. He's sitting there, and you know, we're
being real. Still he's not as high as me. We're pretty much that
little no is level and we're pretty much. But I'm kind of looking down
at him just a little bit. And we keep sitting there. Here comes
some dose through their feeding around. He's looked to me like he's excited,
wanting to shoot one. I just keep shaking my head no, because he's
only sixty yards from me he can see me because I'm up so high there
can't see me. So I'm shaking my head no, And I could tell
it was aggravating because he is wanting to kill something. I kept shaking my
head knuckles. There's some big bucks in that area, and so here comes
a six point. It's pretty good size, but it's on my side.
I never stood up. It fed under me, and I could look over
at him, and he was agitated as all get out. He was mad
because I wouldn't pull him back. But I wasn't there to hunt. I
was there to prove a point. So a time goes by, and I
look at my watches, fifteen to five, and I could call him up,
have him to get on the radio with me, and he'll tell you
the same exact story five o'clock or just a hair after here it come.
And but this time he's closer to it than I am when it left the
road. So I'm looking at my watch and it's five o'clock and I'm thinking
he ain't reacting. I don't hear nothing yet. And about that time we're
face to face, you know, like at twelve o'clock. All right,
he's face to face at me looking, and he looks over at the three
o'clock. I see h wheel that head around and I thought, at first,
I thought, oh, it's probably a big deer. And he's I
could see him looking. He was like, strange. This thing keeps coming,
it keeps walking. Now it's getting to where it's not beside him,
it's starting to get toward the middle of us. We're both standing up and
the tree stands at this point pointing at each other, like to our ears
and to each other. Now look am I line and the expression on his
face he's about to flip out. And this is what's crazy. This is
what happened. This time he gets in between us and it stopped. He
had never done this before, not ever had always it was like a tape
recorder. It kept playing. This time it didn't do that. It stopped.
And I'm standing there and I'm thinking, oh my god, what is
going on? And I'm looking at him. He is freaking plumb out.
He's moving around, and I finally get into his attention. I'm telling him,
you know, hey, just hold on a minute, maybe thirty seconds
go by. This thing takes off and goes probably about ten or fifteen steps
and stops again, and I'm looking. I'm looking through my monoculars to where.
You know what I'm saying. If your ears, you know exactly the
location to look. I don't see nothing. I pull my eyes back to
him. He's got his binoculars there, but he's pointing. He's hysterically pointing.
He ain't saying anything, but I see his arm just wailing over,
pointing, and so I zoom back in over there. You could see the
leave impressions moving. You could see leaves this time. But what I couldn't
figure out. Each time it will step. You'd see like leaves move,
and like a leave will move up, like if a chipmunk's under it or
something, or the wind. But it's these are footsteps. They're heavy footsteps.
I see the leaves move, and I'm looking through my binoculars and something
catches me to my pal vision. About five feet ahead, I see the
other leaves move. I'm thinking, oh my god. And then I look
again. It's the same distance of and this time it's just it's at my
I SYE twelve. It's at my two o'clock position. It had be at
his ten o'clock position. And it stops again and I can't figure this out.
So I'm looking back at him, and he's freaking out. He's reaching
behind the tree, grabbing stuff, and I'm thinking he's gonna fall out of
the tree. And so at that time I made a whistle. When I
did, when I whistled, this is what I don't understand either. When
I whistled, this thing took off. But it wasn't walking. It was
but a heavy footstep and stuff. And I don't have my binoclears up anymore.
But I'm looking down over the hill to where my eyes are or my
ears are telling my eyes to look. I don't see nothing. I turn
around and look back to him. He's done all this crap off that tree.
HiT's making all kinds of sound. He gets down, I don't know
about probably feet, throws his bowl. He's coming down that tree. He
can't get down it fast enough. So man, here I am. I
ain't even ready to come down. So I start getting my stuff ready because
I'm thinking that idiot's gonna leave me. And now at this time, it's
probably about fifteen, no more twenty after five, But I'm watching this idiot.
He's running around like a chicken with his head cut off here. I
am thirty feet up in the tree, so I'm wiggling around. I get
my little clip a hook on my boat where my backpack is, and I'm
dropping it down and it's burning my fingers to go down. And about that
time, I hear a crash over the hill to where this thing went.
I have no idea what it was, but I looked at him, and
I'm not lying. When he turned around and heard that crash, he looked
down over that hill, his face just dropped, his skin went white.
He took off at a dead run. He didn't like go back up to
the fore wheeler. He's kind of quartering it off and left everything there.
He didn't even have his tree standers. He took off running up through there.
So, man, here, I am coming down that tree like a
chipmunk. I grab my stuff and I run over her to his and I
grab his bow. I didn't grab his stand. My stand still there.
And I get up there and I'm hollering for him. I get I don't
know, maybe eighty yards away, and I'm hollering, hey, man,
stop, you know, don't run. He don't answer, So, like
I said, and I walk further this time so i'm I'm I'm I don't
know how you say that. Not sprint walking, but walking real fast.
I'm booking it up through there. I hear a four wheeler start up and
tear out. He's gone, and by the time I get to the four
wheeler, it's probably, I guess, getting I don't know, fifteen to
six, getting close to it, and it's starting to get dark because we
were hunting in the later part of the season where the time had changed and
it was kind of cold up there. But anyway, I get on my
four wheeler and I'm freaked out. So I'm burtling out through there too,
and he'd run out of the road and turned over. So I get up
for to him. I said, man, or you okay? Yeah,
I'm all right. He said, yeah, I'm all right. I said
why'd you run? He said, I don't know. He said that scared
me. He said, Jimmy, what is that? I said, buddy,
I don't know. I said, I told you I wouldn't line.
He said, no, you wouldn't. Lying. I get him fixed up
and we go back to camp and we're telling everybody what's going on. And
when my other buddy said, I'll go out there tomorrow. I said,
I tell you what, you go out there, I won't even hunt.
I'll go to your stand. You go to my stand. And so the
next morning I go out there and hunting my stand. Because it never happens.
He went out there that evening hunting my stand. I hunted his.
It happened to him, and he come back and we all stood around there
to camp that night and just just watching them. Because the things that I
went through my life, I don't know what you would call it, or
I know what I've seen, you know, big foot wise or parent over,
whatever this was. But to sit there and watch my two buddies that
laughed at me, it was kind of a relief to me to know,
hey, I wasn't crazy. But both of them would not ever go back
out that ridge again, not ever. I hunted it a few more times,
it never happened. But I'm telling you, this happened four days a
row, three by myself, one day with me and my buddy, and
the next evening it happened to my other buddy. And so I really don't
I really don't know what to say about that, but I just thought i'd
throw that in there because that's a that's high strange isness. I don't know
how to I don't know how to comprehend something like that. You watch these
shows and some of them say that bigfoots can cloak, And I know what
I seen twice when I was on the river, I seen the one hit
was probably forty yards away. My encounter by myself on top of that mountain
on the backside was thirty yards And I mean I could see every detail on
this thing. And I haven't told anybody. I told my wife this seeding,
and I broke down when I told her because it all come rushing back.
I thought I could tell her I'd be fine. I didn't because when
I wrote, A played in my mind of that thing running off of that
heel and coming up on that hillside, and my whole time I was thinking,
that's a big buck. No it wasn't. But what bothered me the
most is how it went from where I was looking to where it showed itself
is I don't know, but I have never been so scared in my life.
I have never been so scared. I can't explain it. It's something
that I've been wanting to tell for a long time, but You can't tell
people this. They think you're crazy. But I'm telling you right now,
these things are real. What are they? I do not know. This
thing wasn't a chimp. It had human features. I had a bowl.
That's what it made it worse for me. If I'd had a gun,
it wouldn't have changed anything. I couldn't have pulled up on it. I
couldn't even pull my bowl back. I'm telling you, when these things lock
eyes with you, you don't look away, and the fear that sets over
your body, you cannot explain. Time stands still. Things are playing at
a million times a second in your mind. You can't comprehend what's going on
until finally, I guess it just finally kicks in and it's over with.
But only thing I can say is I know what I've experienced. I've heard
other people, and I told my wife, I said, I've got to
share my stories because I've held this in for a long time and it actually
feels good to talk about it. I can't explain everything that's happened to me,
or what they are, or those footsteps that you could hear and then
look through binoculars and see them, leaves moved I can't explain that, but
I know on everything that I love in this world. It is a true
story. And I think a lot of times people go out and holler and
scream and do this bigfoot hunt and everything. There's nothing wrong with that,
but I think the best way if you want to encounter one, do your
own thing. If you go out looking from you a gonna find them.
They'll show themselves when they want to. And I promise you, I don't
care how many times you've been in the woods looking for these things. When
you come within thirty yards of one, you'll see what I'm talking about.
Because it is a life changing experience. And for years I had nightmares and
had just problems thinking about this. You know, have I lost my mind?
But no, I didn't. But people, until you hear one run
through the woods, you have no idea. And if anybody ever listens to
this, that's having a bigfoot encounter and they've run through the woods, you
know what I'm talking about. It's a sound that you can't describe. It
sounds like I heard elephants running. I've never heard anything like it my life.
The next experience I want to talk about is in the same region it's
on the Big South Fork, and the springtime of the year, the lake
always comes up and they hold the backwaters. So the Big South Fork,
your walleye all your other species will come up there and lay eggs and stuff.
So me and my dad always goes down there walleye fish and smallmouth fishing.
So we go put in under the bridge, which is just about three
four miles from my dad's house, down off the mountain, and we put
the boat in, and we always go up river and we get up into
an area which when my dad drove up is just right on top of this
mountain. And as a kid, they would run off into the ridge down
there and fish hunt whatever. But there was a place where they'd run off
the ridge. They crossed the old railroad tracks that run up to Mine eighteen,
the old Cod Camp. Now, this area I'm talking about is in
the almost exact area that I started out on the show about them chased them
in the house. Well, across the river is a place the old timers
called Sandbar Haller, And my dad said, as a kid, him and
his uncle or him and his brothers, actually sorry about that, we'd wait
across the river and go squirrel hunting or deer hunting up this They called it
a Haller, but was a valley that went up there pretty good. And
my dad always talked about being up for a squirrel hunting, and he could
always tell that he was never alone. He could just always feel oddness about
it, just weird, just felt like oz was on you. And my
grandpa told him about it, and all his brothers had an experience. So
we're up there fishing. I'm up front running the troller motor and we're in
my dad's pro craft and we're up there fishing. We'd been we probably got
into this area. We probably wasn't in that area when we idled down started
fishing. I took over the troll of the motor probably about no more than
ten minutes. We're on the side of the river that my dad lived on,
and across the river was a place called Sandbar Haller and where all these
old mining houses were at that was abandoned years and years ago. So we're
there fishing and all of a sudden, I hear something coming through the trees,
but it's coming from the other side of the river. You could hear
it tearing through the leaves, and I mean it's up high. And there
was a rock about the size of a softball that landed right behind the boat,
and I could hear it come through the trees and I was spinning around
because I didn't know what it was, and it hit the water. My
dad said, what was that? I said, that was a rock,
And we just sat there for a second. Really couldn't You couldn't see nothing
owre but that rock. It had to have traveled anywhere from sixty to eighty
yards. But this thing come up through the trees and then down in the
river right there's probably about I'm going to say sixty to eighty yards across and
he hits the water, and I spin around and he was asking each other
what it was, and then he got to tell me the story. That's
Sambar Holler. That's the one I always told you about when we would hunt
as kids and stuff, we'd always have problems. And this is in the
same area that they were down there that night hunting and then the coon dogs
got into it with something, swam the river and went home. Because they
lived just on top of the ridge and Dad was always talk about, you
know, after school, he said they'd draw off into that ridge, and
he said the further he got down, they'd be close scattered everywhere. By
time they hit the river, they'd be in there underware and be swimming.
But that area right there is exactly the place where he had talked about,
and this rock comes from that area, And really can't explain there's nobody over
there. You can't get over there. I mean you can, but you'd
have to go around and way up and you'd have to walk three or four
miles just to drop off in there. And so we know nobody and they
ain't no human and thrower a rock that big that far. So I mean,
I really don't know how to explain it. My dad, you know,
it always talked about, like I said in the first videos, all
his life, and his dad would talk about being in that area and just
strange things. Hear things screaming and hollering, and it's all in the same
area that just it's a few miles on up. Actually the big South Fork
runs north, so would actually be south was where I'd had my first encounter
when I was seven or eight years old, and so we thought that was
awful strange, But they ain't only one thing that it could be. I
mean, I ain't nobody can throw a rock that far, and all up
and down that river, there's just different spots. My dad would have stories
about, you know, hey, back in the day this you know,
old timer's talked about this being chased out of the woods and hearing like women
screaming and stuff. And this area is just I don't know if it's paranormal
a lot of it or what, but it's just years of being in this
area. That's just if you go enough, you're going to encounter something,
and it seems like we always did. The next story I would really like
to tell is my nephew. My older sister. She only had one kid
and his name was Jake, and I took him up on the mountain.
I really don't want to give the name because I'd like to keep these areas
to myself. But this ridge, when you park your vehicle, it took
about an hour, and I'm talking about an hour fast walk and this ridge
went out and dropped in and it wouldn't be a half a mile from where
I was seven or eight years old when it come off at mountain, So
I'm right in a general area. But for years we would always go up
and hunt and camp, and me and my uncles would talk. You know,
man, we're real close where all this happened. And you would walk
out through there, and every time we would walk out this ridge, we
would be paralleled on both sides. You'd walk, you'd hear something walk,
and you stopped, it would stop. It was always on each side of
that ridge. But when you got out there close to the end, there
was actually a gap that come up off the river on both sides of the
snow. When you got up to the end, it kind of went up
and then stopped, and it was a cliff line off the backside, but
probably about one hundred yards back this side. It would be a gap and
the deer would wear it out. We would all have stories go out through
there, and it would take, like I said, an hour now if
you was slowing down taking your time, it's an hour and a half walk.
And we always kept it to herself because everybody in the family's just always
done real good out there. It's just real good deer hunting. So this
time I took my nephew up there, and I didn't tell him the area
we was in because he was just young. He was just probably I don't
know maybe I'm going to say eighteen nineteen years old. So we parked the
truck, and where you park the truck, you just kind of bear to
the right, and there's a little dip and you can't see this ridge because
it's so thick. It just looks like it goes out there a little bit.
But if you keep going, it just keeps going. I don't know,
I guess a mile and a half, two miles out there. So
we get out, go through this little dip spot and we get out there
and I'm seeing sign and there's a lot of samples, a lot of undergrowth
in it, and I could see where the pine beetles had come through.
There was a bunch of trees and stuff down, and you could tell where
something had been tearing apart. Some of these pine trees were actually standing up,
and you could tell we're being ripped open, but you couldn't see no
bare claws. So we're going on out through there and it starts closing in.
But there's a path and I'm not lying. There's a path three to
four feet wide where things are broke off. And I'm thinking in my mind
and Jake said about that time, he said, what would be breaking this
all these limbs off. I said, it's just probably bear. So we're
easing out through there, and the further I get, we're probably maybe twenty
minutes from the truck by this time, and I'm creeping out through there,
and I start looking and you could see these saplings up anywhere from five to
seven feet. They're broke off, but they're all broke off pointing out this
ridge. So I'm really starting to freak out because I'm thinking, well,
they're still in here, because I'm seeing sign because that you know, if
a bear is eating leaves or the bark or something off these little trees,
they ain't no bigger around than the small end of the baseball bat, So
there's no way it's a bear because he would ride them over. So anyway,
we're easing on out through there, and I'm creeping, and I hear
something in front of us, and I said, Jake, whatever we encounter,
I said, whatever you do, do not run, I said,
because we encounter a bear, you know, don't run. So I keep
easing out through there, and I probably go maybe thirty yards in about a
fifteen or twenty minute span because I'm just creeping because I'm starting to notice all
this sign Well, I'm easing out through there, and I hear something in
front of us, and I put my hand down behind me because we'd always
make hand signals, and I taught him that you know when to stop or
something if I whispered to him. So we're standing there and I'm looking to
the left and right, and it wouldn't as much on the left through this
little thicket of these saplings, but it was mainly on the right. From
five to seven feet up. They were broke off and these are fresh.
I mean these had been right before we got there the day before, because
they're still green. This was probably two months before both seasons started, so
this would have been in late August, maybe not even first September, because
it was actually watching for snakes too. So we're easing on out through there,
and I'm really starting to get worried, and he's getting nervous behind me
because he keeps saying, he calls me bub, uncle bub. He keeps
saying, what's the doing this? What's leaving all the Sinusai's probably a bear.
I said, just you know, be quiet and just sneak here behind
me. And I said, but whatever, you do if if we encounter
something, just don't run. So probably maybe another ten minutes go by,
and the path is still real wide. It's still i don't know, three
in between three and four feet wide, and I'm sneaking down and it kind
of narrowed in a little bit, but all these trees are still broke off
on the right and I'm looking down through and I could probably see no more
than forty or fifty yards and I see something and it's black. So I
stopped and I put my hand down and I turn around look at him.
I said, there's something up there, and I don't know what it is.
I said, I think it's a bear. So we're standing there and
you can hear it moving. And at this time, in the back of
my mind, I'm thinking all these years, because I hadn't been to this
spot, and I don't know in fifteen years, and I'm thinking, in
back of my mind, here we go again. I mean, that's maybe
that's why I should have stayed away. But I was wanting to go up
there and take my ned because we'd always killed real nice bucks in this area.
And I keep going out there there and my brain's telling me, now,
wait, a minute, you're starting to see stuff that you know that
they ain't only but one thing a bear or at these little saplings. If
it's a bear, they're going to ride it over. Why are these things
broke off five to seven feet up? And every one of them? And
I'm this span is probably fifty sixty yards and at this time there's probably I'm
going to guess anywhere from I don't know. I'd have to ask him,
maybe eight to twelve fourteen or something. But it's weird. They're all on
the right side, but they're all being over and they're facing that way,
and I mean, this stuff is still green, but some of them.
What was weird about it? They were being over, but they were twisted,
and I knew. I thought, there's no way if it's a bear,
they're going to ride it over. So I'm standing here and I'm trying
to process all this stuff in my mind. He's behind me, and I
can tell he's getting fidgety because I can hear him moving around, and I
keep looking over the left shoulder and just reassuring him if, man, if
we see a bear, whatever you do, don't run. So we stand
there a couple seconds and I don't walk no more than ten yards, and
I don't know what I seen. And it was through that foliage, like
I said, where this trail had narrowed down, but at this point had
probably got down with them. I don't know, thirty to thirty six inches
wide, but it started out wider, but it got narrower. But all
these trees are more, they're closer together, is what I'm trying to explain.
And about that time i'm trying to I'm peeking down through there and everything,
and I see something raise up. All this foliage do here, all
these little saplings and stuff are anywhere from I don't know, eight to twelve
feet, but I see something. Like I said, thirty forty yards in
front of me. I see something come up, and in the back of
my mind, I'm thinking, okay, this is a bear. And I
walk up and freeze. He's behind me. He can't see nothing, but
he can hear it. But as this thing starts coming up, it's not
facing me. It's backs toward me and get a good detail. But in
my mind, I'm thinking, holy crap, this ain't no bear. Because
if this is a bear, we got black bear in here. They may
go anywhere from three to five hundred pounds, but at the tallest high they
may be six foot or maybe hit seven. Well, this thing is in
the eight to twelve foot range. And it comes up and I could see
the top of its head. So I start backing up. But like I
said, it's not facing me. It's looking away, and I don't know
if it I can't I can't say it was bigfoot. But there's there's no
way that it's a bear this talk. And so I'm turning around looking at
my nephew, Jake, you know, telling him don't run. Well,
I turn around. Look, he's done gain fifteen yards on me going the
other way, and I was hollering, don't run, don't run. He's
getting he's fast walking, and I'm backing up and I'm trying to keep my
eyes on this thing, and about that time it drops down. Well at
that time I turn around. I wasn't really running, but I got up
her team and the only thing we had was two big walking sticks that I
always carried in the back of my truck, you know, in case,
you know, bainly, just for walking. But if you encountered something,
maybe you'd have something to fight with. But this thing here when hit stood
up, like I said that, all the foliage that we was in was
eight to twelve feet and this thing was in that range there, and I
just kept thinking this. You know, here we go again. I mean,
I stayed away for all these years and I no more. And get
out of the truck twenty thirty minutes in and here I am again. And
so when I turn around and see he's not at a dead run, you
know, like running through your life, but he's getting out there. I
mean, he's getting it. And I'm hollering at him. I said,
told him, I said, let's just get out of here, just go,
go, go, And we get up there the truck and he was
asking me what was that. I said, did you see it? He
said, yeah, I could see something standing up. He said, was
that a bear? And I didn't want to scare him to death. I
said, yeah, it was probably a bear. But in the back of
my mind, what I've seen on the river as a kid, and then
at seven eight years old, and then what I seen when I was twenty
one twenty two, how do you tell a kid that monster's are real?
And me and my wife's been talking about this last couple of days, and
it's really bothered me. I've had a couple of nightmares over it, because
you know, when I told my oldest sister, I said, it's hard
to explain to anybody that these things are real. And you see it on
TV and stuff. How the movies are? You know, they've got these
things on YouTube and stuff, and you tell their fake because what I seen.
I can watch something I say, Nope, it ain't even close to
what I seen. But how do you explain that stuff like this is real?
And all the years through there, all of my dad's My dad is
he just turned seventy nine actually yesterday, and he'd had a massive stroke two
years ago and he can't walk and stuff, and it really bothers him.
But I told him about the podcast and everything on YouTube, and my oldest
daughter went over and he had to remote in his hand, was smiling from
there to ear and shaking his head. And I talked to my uncle's and
they're all, so hell, you told it dead on, But you know,
it's what I'm talking about. How do you explain that these things exist
when other people look at you like you're crazy. But the whole time that
we've been in these places and really never paid no attention to it until you
start being paralleled by something that would walk and stop when you'd stop, you
know. And I think a lot of times when people encountered these things,
you know, bluff charging them and stuff, I think that they've come close
to the family part of them, or they're hunting, and I think a
lot of times that they'll just try to herd you out, or they're curious
and following you out, seeing if you're going to leave. And like I
said that day I took him up there, I just kept seeing the signs
of it over and over and over. In the back of my mind.
I keep thinking, God, I'm mighty. I stayed away for ten or
fifteen years. As soon as I come back, not thirty minutes back in
it again, and you just you just have to realize that they've been here
longer than we have, and if they wanted to hurt people, that they
would, and then you got to block that out of your mind. I
know it's hard at times, and it's just mind blowing and measurize and just
listen to all of my dad's and all my uncle's experiences through the years on
that river and on those mountains, and I mean they're in there. And
some of these places I don't think a white man's ever walked. Maybe Indians,
but a lot of these places, these valleys and ridges and stuff,
if you can get into them, you know, you'd be a you know,
a three, four or five day hot in there, and you're miles
and miles of miles from nowhere. And so these things are in there,
and it's just you have to realize if they want to hurt you, they
would, Because my thirty yard encounter, I'm looking at this thing and we've
locked eyes and I never will forget, and it keeps rushing back on me,
hearing it coming off that ridge. But I've got some uncles that live
in Ohio that's where I was born at and move back to the county.
But all my dad's family is up there in Sydney. Well, they hunt
a place in southern Ohio. I don't want to give the name, because
you know they've got a cabin down there, and I don't want to do
anything to jeopardize that having people coming and messing with them. But I've heard
these stories for years, and they hunt there in southern Ohio, and they
used to take a camper down there, and I think they building a cabin
now. But there's this area that there was a big, old deep holler
down there, and they all talk about how there was an old home place
that had just basically fell in. And they started noticing every time that each
one of them would go down there, they all wouldn't go because they'd all
split up hunt herself. But one of that members of my uncles and them,
well east my dad's first cousin, I call him Uncle Rick. But
when they would get down in there and hunt, and if they come back,
if anybody he had been down in there, these things would come up
at night and throw and scream and holler and hit the side of the cabin,
throw stuff. And they got the noticing that if they stayed away from
the old house, they wouldn't have any of these episodes. And this has
been going on for years and years. So they all started learning if they
stayed away, they wouldn't They never would encounter stuff down there. They would
hear stuff, But if they got around this old house place, sure enough,
you can bet on if you was down there that morning or that evening
and you went back to the cabin at dark. You was going to get
a visit that night, and they're out in the middle of nowhere, and
these things would come up and, like I said, scream and holler and
beat on the cabin, throw rocks, and I get my uncle Rick,
I call you Uncle Rick. I watched him tell this story multiple times,
and each time he tell it he gets worked up, bouncing around, hair,
standing up on his arm, scared to death. And I mean,
you can watch people that tell true stories because you can see the fary in
them like I had. And if anybody has never encountered one of these things,
you have no idea what we're talking about. I mean, it's hard
to admit that these things are real. But when you see them thirty yards
like I did, even as a kid seven eight years old, is you
know? And I was in my early twenties. I mean, it's stuck
for me. You're with me for years. And when I seen your podcasts
and started listening to all these guys the same thing hadn't talked about it in
thirty forty years, but they was getting tired of living a lie, of
knowing that these things are real. And I had to come on and get
it off my chest. Because I couldn't hold it no more because it was
starting to bother me as staying agitated, I was having bad dreams at night.
And it's just been that way first gosh, thirty something years. But
that was in southern Ohio that all of them happened. This is all of
my dad's family, and it's I mean, it's kind of weird, but
everybody in my dad's family, my mom's side, they didn't hunt and fish
like my dad and then did because they were they were brought up down there
right on the river. Like I said, they'd get out of school,
they'd run off over to hill and he'd laugh about it and said, all
them boys, they'd be ripping clothes off. They had to be close,
scattered a half a mile down that pass by the time they got the river
to be in there underwear and diving in. But all up and down through
there. And probably the last story that I've got it was me and my
uncle Walt and my uncle Mike. This has probably been in the late eighties,
and I forgot about this. We'd all went back down in there,
right close. We didn't get exactly right in there where we was at when
we had our counter but we was no more gosh was I know he was
less than a mile away. So we go down in there and we rid
our four wheelers and we camp. We find a big old rocket had fell
off a cliff, but it wasn't in the cliff line, but it had
a big old ledge on it. So we camp under it. And so
we get down there that night, get set up, and we was going
to go down there and fish on the river. Well, we was catching
crawlfish and minners. We had min or baskets and stuff. So here we
are laying around. We try to go to bed ten eleven o'clock at night,
and all of us are just restless and everything. So we get up
and we decided to go down in there. And here we are miles from
anywhere. We're down here. I'm on my hands and knees waiting in this
creek. It's probably two or three inches deep, catching crawlfish, and behind
us is a bigger creek. And so we're down there crawling around, and
we've all got you know, lights and stuff and headlamps and this and that.
But I'm on my knees and I'm catching the crawfish, throwing them in
the bucket, and then my uncle Mike said, hang on a minute.
I hear something and you get and it's this area that's got a lot of
holly bushes. It's real thick when you get around creeks. If a lot
of people know, it gets real thick. Why, I'm on my hands
and knees, and something jumps out in the creek with me about Oh gosh,
I'm gonna say fifty to seventy five yards. And I've told this story
to my family. And here i am on my hands knees. My uncles
are behind me, and I'm looking up through there. This thing is fifty
to seventy five yards down in the creek. But this thing's eyes are an
amber color, and they're they're not no more two feet off the ground.
But then things would drop to the right down on the water, close to
the water and close its eyes. And so we drop our lots and we
as my uncle saying it's probably it may be a big panther or mountain lion.
So here I am. I'm on my hands and knees. And it's
in the summertime, it's warm. We're having to watch for snakes and this
and that and then, like I said, we would throw the lights back
up. This thing would be trying to raise up, and I was trying
to get up, and my uncle having his hand on the back, he
said, hang on, he says, as long as we keep a light
on it. He said, you're all right. Well, no, I'm
not all right. I'm on my hands and knees in the creek. And
so finally we keep watching this thing and we're starting to back up. I
get up on my feet and we're backing away from this and my uncle he's
done draw his weapon. But like I said, this thing would close its
eyes. This was what was really scary about it, and HiT's black.
I mean blacker and black. When the light would hit it, you could
see it was black. You couldn't really see nothing because we're the Hollies and
stuff was down the edge of the creek. The creek narrowed, and the
closer we were to the river, of course it was wider. So I
finally get up on my feet and we're backing up, and we just keep
backing up. Well, this thing bails up out of the creek and you
could hear it run up through them Hollies, just ripping out up through there,
and we're all looking at each other and we're scared to death because here
it is two three o'clock in the morning. So we kind of brush it
off and don't think nothing about it. Got it so behind us we got
to look into where there is a bigger creek. We started seeing some brown
trout. They had stalked there. So here we are, couldn't sleep.
We're throwing rocks, we're building a dam, and we've got these trouts,
these brown trout called up in this little i don't know, maybe twenty feet
wide forty feet long, little pool of water. We dam it up and
we're wading up above it. There's little bitty pockets of water and we're catching
these fish and really not catching with their hand, but you can get close
enough you could splash them down in there, and the other one would grab
it, knocking on off in there. And we thought, heck, yeah,
tomorrow, when we get up, we'll come down here and we'll get
all these trout, we'll fla them up and we'll have a lunch with them.
So this goes on for probably about a couple hours, and we could
keep hearing something on the hill and my uncle's you know, they're saying it's
probably a big cat or something. But what scared me the most. I
was on my hands knees and I'm looking fifty seventy five yards up and this
thing's eyeball level with me, and I'm probably twenty four to thirty inches off
the ground. Hits eyeball level with me, and you could see it.
It closed one eye, then it closed both eyes. You turned the light
away for maybe five seconds, and when you come back, the eyes will
be there again, and then they would close. But like I said,
sometimes one or both were closed. So with all this is playing in the
back of our mind and we probably throw anywhere from two dozen of them,
rainbow and brown, in this little pool of water, and we're thinking,
heck, yeah, we'll come back tomorrow and we'll get these things and we'll
cook them up. Well. We get back on our four wheelers and it's
probably about a twenty minute ride we're riding through there, and get back up
to camp. Finally go to sleep, and it was probably ten or eleven
o'clock the next day. We go back down there. All these fish are
gone, there's pieces of them laying around everywhere, and whatever it was had
waded down the stream, and if it had been sand around it, we
could have seen tracks. But it was like a creek rock, small creek
ros pebbles. It wouldn't sandy. It is more rocky, but real fine
rock. But here we had all these trout dam damned up here, and
there's pieces of them laying everywhere, and part of the dam was tour open,
and my uncle said, oh, something's come through here, probably a
coon and washed them out, and mother uncle said, no, I don't
think so. You know, coon ain't gonna move rock out of the way.
But we were right down in that same area that all this stuff has
been going on. But here's two dozen or so trout gone, there's pieces
of them laying everywhere, and we couldn't figure it out. So we go
on down. I think it's a couple of days later or something. We're
still down in there, and I think my one uncle left, yeah,
because it was just me and my uncle Mike left or maybe no, No,
I'm wrong. I'm sorry. This trip nothing else happens, but to
mema uncle Mike. We right our four wheelers back down in there. A
couple months later. Well, instead of standing that cliff, we go down
there to a place called ship Rock, and that's where I had my first
experience. And there's areas in there called Difficulty and Troublesome Creek. Well at
Troublesome Creek there's some huge boulders and where the water comes through, it's not
really rapids, but it's real swift kind of whitewater where it swings in around
there. So we're laying here on the rocks instead of kempting under the cliff.
They was given nice weather and it was still in the summertime, so
we camp on these rocks. Well, we caught manners and everything, and
up to then hadn't had no problems. And that night we could hear the
frogs. Man, they were just ringing and roaring in there. You couldn't
hardly sleep, and this rock slanted and we're in their sleeping bags and stuff.
We're laying there, and then across the river something screams out, and
me and him both and we don't even have a light on. But like
I said, you have to climb up this rock, so we wouldn't really
worried about nothing getting to us. And about that time, something across the
river screams and I come up out of my back because I'd heard that scream
before. And I looked at my uncle Mike. I said, what in
the world was at He said, that sounded like a big cat, and
about that time it done it again. I looked at him. I said,
that ain't no cat. He said, no, it ain't no cat.
So we're sitting here and we're listening to this thing, and you could
hear something moving back and forth across the bank over there. And I told
Mike, I said, now, look, you remember years ago when I
was a kid. I said, this stuff happened down there, and he
said, yeah, I remember. I said, well, come morning time,
I don't want to stay around here no more. And I really don't.
So we stay up all night and don't even get no sleep because this
thing, you could hear it move up and down the river, never come
across, but you could just hear it and it would sound like a woman
screaming. And a lot of people say, well, that's a you know,
that's a mountain lioner, panther or whatever. And they say, you
know, I've heard Bob the cat scream. This was no bobcat. I
can't explain it. All these experiences. I've had, my dad, all
my uncles, all this stuff is in this same region. And like I
said, I stayed away from miss One spot for ten or fifteen years,
and I ain't out of my truck in thirty minutes, and here we go
again. I'm right back in the thick of it, and me and my
wife went out looking and everything. So I done seen more sign just a
few days ago of a cedar trees eight inch diameter and one probably about three
or four inch diameter. They're snapped off five six feet up and they're pointing
coming off in ridge into where it goes down into that farm we hunted where
I had my thirty yard experience. So I'm going to go back at it
because I always like waiting to let everybody else hunt and get it out of
their system, and come late in November December, you've got the woods to
yourself. And that's what I'm kind of waiting on. But I don't know.
I don't know what tomorrow holdes, but I know I'm going to go
back, and like I said, just a few days ago, I go
back to this area and there it is again, and I don't know,
maybe someday I may have a new story coming up, saying I don't know,
but that's my stories and they'd of the truth. Well that's it for
tonight show. If you've had a big Foot siding and would like to be
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Thanks for listening, have a great night. Seen a bunch of run
down no horse towns where the church is the backbone, loves and the bow
and the fasting melodies coove in but the bomb man rose with the roofs run
deep beyond the nose of the busy streets with the songs of the South of
Su. Then I'm mean I hear the promp porch picking down home rhythm bringing
out I don't run from Banjong music. Yeah, the sound of a memory
brings me back to the bluegrass playing the Madadi jack. It's become hand of
been through it you getting through the tea on scrubs and Skaggs, bucking name
bears through this Tennessee jams. There's no other way that I do it.
And I hit the brown boatch picking down on rhythm bringing out that over run
from Benjong music. Yeah, someone going backwards backwards and double tip faking in
the sword and the strumming look and tup stuff. There's nothing in the strumming
health country both Living and I hit a bove boat picking rhythm bringing us that
all from from men of hsing the city last drowsed me wild on the two
music cars rushing by with the bastes on the STOs to man and I hear
the brown boat picking down home the bringing Nasa run from men of music.
Yeah, summing gallop backwards backwards and double tim picking in the sword and the
strumming look tucky stars because something and strumming nas country boy Living more and I
hit a bum boat picking down rhythm bringing us paddle from the bedrooms, summing
gala back was backwards and double town picking and the soul in the strumming looking
tucker stile because of the head of strumming Now because your boy Living and I
get a bout ports picking down the bad chick and portsmin Mona's best sweet tea
kind of sounds battle around the bag music