“Don’t Ever Go Down into the Woods Again!” - My Bigfoot Sighting Episode 125

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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 roofs 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 name is Lisa and I have
been Bigfoot researching now for about twenty three years. I've been with the BFRO,
the GCBRO, the Monkey Chasers, which no longer exist, the TBRC
even started my own group for a little while called APES. I thought that
was cute because that stood for Arkansas Primate and Counter Studies. But most recently
I have joined up with the Bigfoot and Female Friends of the South, and
now I run a podcast called Cryptids Unlimited and you can find it at Cryptids
Unlimited podcast dot com. But my bigfoot sighting happened when I was ten years
old. I was living in Clavern Parish, Louisiana. We were staying at
my grandparents' house. My mom and dad had split up and we had had
to move in there, and a little bit of the layout of the land.
We had chickens, we had pigs, we had a huge garden full
of watermelons and all kinds of things. And it started off with my grandmother.
She was hunting one day with my aunt and my mother, and she
had gone into a large thicket and she thought she heard a deer because something
was making a huffing noise in this thicket, and so she thought, well,
I'm waiting on this big bump to come out. So she got sat
down at her haunches and she waited. She had her gun ready. She
was waiting, and instead of a deer coming out, this thing screamed at
her so loud and with such force. It scared her so bad she ended
up trying to run away, but she ended up falling, and she tumbled
down the hills. She skid herself up. She was in bad shape by
the time she got back to my mom and my aunt. Well after that,
we were told as kids, don't ever go down into the woods again,
because we used to play in the woods all the time. That was
our We'd go outside every day, we'd make forts in the woods. We
ran barefoot through the woods. You know, this was our thing we did
as children. That's where we stayed all day long. But now she's like,
don't go back in the woods because there's something else out there. And
you know, us being children, I lived there, but my sister didn't.
She lived with my dad and she would come over on weekends. And
she came over one weekend and she brought her best friend with her, Mary,
my sister Jame's Mary, Mary and Mary. We all took off down
past the second cattle guard, which is specifically where they told us not to
go, and that's where the woods, the woodline started, So we took
off into the woodline. Well, as we got there, we smelled something
and it smelled horrible, and to us it smelled like something dead, a
dead animal. So we thought, well, the neighbor over there has cows.
Maybe one has wandered over here and it has died and we're smelling it,
so we kind of blew it off. But when we went to take
two more steps towards the woodline, right as we stepped into it, something
growled at us with a deep, guttural growl. And it was not on
the ground. It was high up in the air, and that scared us
so bad. We ran barefoot back up the rocky road and don't even remember,
don't even remember running back. But we told our my mom, and
of course we got in trouble for going down there where we weren't supposed to
be nothing about. You know, something growled at us just you weren't supposed
to be down there. So later me and my mom and my stepdad,
which my mom had remarried by now went down to that area where something had
growled at us, and we were walking back in the woods and we found
this I don't even know what to call it. It was a I called
it a fort as a kid. Something had made a fort. And it
was big. It was taller than me. It was branches and vines woven
all in together to create this big like circular thing, kind of like a
beavers dam would look, but with this big door in the front and inside
it was this pine straw that was all packed down, and my mom and
my stepdad had said, what do we have like a hobo living out here
behind the house, And you know, we kind of thought that's what it
was. Somebody passing through had made a little hut for them to stay in.
But then we noticed outside the hut, right on one side was a
pile of bones, and judging by you know, the size of them and
everything, we decided they were bird bones, possibly chicken. You know,
I don't know if we had chickens come up missing then or not, but
we decided they were possibly chicken bones. And on the other side of the
doorway and another neat little stack were the feathers from the bird. So on
one side we had a stack of bones, and on the other side we
had a stack of feathers and they were neatly sacked, and well, we
couldn't figure out, you know, how somebody would have sat there and ate
a raw chicken. So that was kind of weird, but again we just
didn't know what it was. So later a few nights later, my stepdad
worked graveyards, so he was always gone at night. He drove a truck.
And one night, as my grandmother was locking up the house, she
had gone to the sliding patio doors to lock the patio door. Well,
she screamed and come running and she said, there's a black man out there.
Well, apparently what she had seen was standing there was a light on
the my granddad's shop where he worked on cars. He had since passed away,
but the light was still there and it would shine towards the sliding glass
door. It would light up the backyard and the front yard a little bit.
And what she saw was standing in front of that light. So she
saw the silhouette of something big and black. So she called the police,
But where we lived, it took the police thirty minutes to get there.
And by the time they got there, they looked around and they couldn't find
anything. It had already left. But right after that, I was sitting
out on the porch with my grandmother. It was like two or three nights
later, and it was, you know, after dark. It wasn't that
late, but it was after dark, and I had gone inside to get
something, and when I came back out, she was hysterical and she was
hollering, did you see that? Did you see that. Did you see
that? And I said, did I see what? I didn't see anything,
And she said something just walked across that field right there and stepped over
that fence. And we asked her after she calmed down what she saw.
She said, something really tall was walking on two legs. And it wasn't
a man, she said, and that it had walked across the field and
had stepped over a fence without even slowing down. And this was like a
four foot barbed to our fence, and just kept walking off into the woods,
went across the road, the road where we had heard the ground went
across that road and into the woods on the other side. Well, we
went down the next day to look and see what she had said she saw
as if it left any sign, and we did find some hair on the
fence where she said it stepped over. It was about five inches long and
it was dark brown, and it smelled really bad, really bad. There
were tracks where you could see that it had stepped over. You couldn't see
any in the grass where the field was, but where it had stepped over
the fence into the little ditch area on the other side of the fence,
we found this track there, and then we found another one like there were.
It was a small road and you like, had just two tire tracks
that went down this dirt road. And this dirt road didn't go anywhere.
It just went to a well about maybe a quarter mile down past our house.
It dead ended and it had a turnaround spot. And you know,
the whaleman's the only one that ever went down there, and he went like
once a week. But this track was oh so hard to explain it.
It only had three toes, but it was huge. I mean it was
really big. And the closest that I've ever seen to looking like this was
the Missouri Monster. It looked like a regular foot, but like two toes
are missing on your foot. It was like three toes, a big one,
a medium size, and a small one across the top. No claws
or anything. Just three toes. Didn't make any sense to us. We
were like, we don't know what these are. And we walked on down
the road and found more tracks down there where it had crossed over where that
well was from the pond, which was on one side all the way across
that turnaround area and had stepped on I don't know what kind of rock this
is, but it's really soft rock and it had made an imprint on this
rock. So I remember my mom saying, what is heavy enough to do
that? But it was a whole track line, and they were like in
between them, there was like five or six feet. So my mom wanted
to identify the tracks, so she called my uncle because he knew everything that
was in the woods. He had seen every track there was to see,
and she told him we have something down here we can't identify, and he
said, I'll identify it. So he comes over and he looks at it
and he says, I don't know what the heck that is. I've never
seen a track like that before. So we were like, well, gee,
thanks, you know, that's no help for us. So the biggest
thing that happened was the night that we saw it. I was in my
bed trying to go to sleep, and I had the window open above the
head of my bed with just the screen because we always liked to open the
windows. It was I think early fall. It had to have been early
fall because there were leaves on the ground. So we had all the windows
open and my mom was in the next room next to me. She had
been taking a shower and there was a small window there that it was one
of those little twist knobs that you rolled the window out, and she had
the window open too. So I started hearing something walking, and I could
hear it sounded like a man walking, and it was taking steps, and
it was crunching the leaves and then it would step on a stick and break
this. And I heard it coming towards my window, and I started to
get scared, but I thought, well, somebody's out there. And then
as it got closer to my window, I guess it got all the way
up to my window, I could hear it breathing, and it was a
weird, deep guttural breathing that I thought sounded like a football player with asthma.
That's how I described it when I was ten, and I guess that's
how I describe it now, because I can't think of anything else. You
could hear it when it would breathe in. You could hear it breathe in,
and then you could hear it breathe out both and it scared me so
bad I froze in place. But apparently my mother had heard it too,
because she came running to the doorway of my room and started yelling at me,
Lisa, at Lisa, get out of the bed, get out of
bed, and I couldn't move. I was paralyzed, and I wanted to
move, I wanted to run to her, but I couldn't. I just
couldn't move. And she finally made her way into the room far enough to
reach my foot and she started yanking on my foot, saying get out of
the bed. Well, that finally broke the paralyzation or whatever was going on,
and I jumped up and ran into the hallway with her. Well,
my grandmother's room was across from mine, The doorway was straight across. She
had already gone to bed, but she got up to see what's going on,
what's happening, And we told her we heard something, you know,
And she ran and got her gun, and we ran to the kitchen because
that was also on the back of the house. We were going to look
out the window, but the window was too small and the sink was in
the way. We couldn't see anything. So we went to the dining room
window, which was probably three foot wide by probably about the same height,
and we were trying to look out the window to see what was out there
and we couldn't see anything. It was just pitch black, and we couldn't
figure that out because, like I said, the light on my granddad's shop
would shine enough light for you to look out the windows at night and see
things and make out shapes at least, and we couldn't see anything. And
we realized when it moved away from the window to our left that the reason
we couldn't see anything was because it was blocking the window. And here we
are with our faces inches away from this thing, and we were a little
freaked out when we saw it move away. It was big enough that it
covered the whole window, and we didn't see ahead, so the head must
have been above the window. But what we saw was big. It was
dark brown, the hair probably I want to say four and a half five
inches long on this And as a kid, I was thinking, why is
this big man wearing a fur coat? It's not cold outside, and my
mom and my grandmother are freaking out, which you know, made me initially
freak out too, and I realized, you know, this is not a
man, and so after that, well, actually I had missed a part
because one of the reasons that we went to the kitchen was because this thing
had hit the back of the house really hard and it had shook the whole
house. So my mother and grandmother knew it wasn't somebody. They knew it
was something else. I, as a kid, just you know, didn't
know what was going on, but it scared me. And that night I
slept with my mom, and after hearing the breeze, I wouldn't go back
in my room. I think I had some PTSD from that and actually made
my mother move the bed from that side of the room to the other side
of the room where I wasn't near that window. But it always bothered me
that I never saw the face or the head of this this thing, and
it bothered me all those years that we didn't know what it was because we
had never heard the term bigfoot. You know, we were country folk.
It's not like we went and watched the legend of the Boggy Creek or anything
like that. We just we didn't know what this was. And right after
that, my stepdad took me, which he didn't believe anything we told him.
You know, he was like, y'all are just a bunch of women
scared. You're here by yourself, you know, He didn't believe anything.
But on his day off, he took squirrel hunting and we went into this
same area, which this area, the whole area is known as Middle Fork
Bottom, and they call it the bottoms because it's swampy. It's dark even
in the daylight. You go in there and it's dark, and it's so
easy to get turned around. And he took me there squirrel hunting, and
while we were hunting, he had gotten like three or four squirrels, and
we started hearing something moving and he got a little shaken and he was like,
something's over there. Let's head back to the car. So we started
heading back to the car. Well, he got turned around and we got
lost, and we started trying to find our way out and realized that whatever
was moving was following us, and as we would walk, it would walk,
and when we would stop to get our bearings, this thing would stop
too. And I could tell that my stepdad was getting very unnerved about this,
but he was trying to act like he wasn't because he didn't want to
scare me. Because at this time, I think I was eleven, maybe
eleven and a half. So we were trying to find our way out and
At one point when we stopped, this thing let out a scream at us
that I cannot describe, like a horn and maybe a sick cow at the
same time. And it was right next to us, and it was really
loud, and it scared both of us, and I asked him, I
said, what is that? And he said, I think it's just a
cow, so he didn't want to scare me, and I was like,
I've never heard a cow sound like that. So it continued to follow us
until we made our way out of the woods and actually found the car,
and I could tell he was so relieved. But not long after that,
while working, he was driving for Beau Gray. I don't even know if
they exist anymore, but he was at a oil lease up in right on
the line between Arkansas and Louisiana, not too far from Foulk, Arkansas as
a matter of fact, and he had pulled up there and he had hooked
up his hose and I think he was I don't know if he was loading
or unloading, I really don't remember, but as he was doing it,
he was sitting in the cab of his truck doing paperwork, and the headlights
were still long, and he happened to look up and saw something standing right
on the edge of the four He could see it standing there, and it
was really tall, he said, eight feet tall, and it had red
eyes reflected in the light, and it was just staring at him, and
he said it reached up at one point with a hand and pulled the branch
down where it could see him better. It pulled the branch down to like
its chest area. And at that point he took off with the hose attached
everything, just took off, left, quit his job after that, came
home, wouldn't tell us what he saw for a long time. For the
first few days, he didn't talk about anything at all, just didn't even
talk to us. And finally he told his story and told us what he
saw, and he said it was brown or dark brown, eight foot tall.
He said it had hands like a person, and they wrapped around the
branch like a person. And he said the body was massive. He didn't
describe exactly how massive, but he said massive. And he said that it
was tall enough that it was eyeball to eyeball with him while sitting in this
eighteen wheeler. And that's why he said it had to be eight feet tall,
and like he said, the eyes reflected red. But he said it
looked like a cross between a man and a gorilla, is what he said.
But he said it was so unnatural to see this that that's why he
quit his job. He didn't tell us the other part about taking off with
the hose still attached, but I later found that out that even if he
hadn't quit his job, he'd have been fired anyway, because he calls this
massive old spill. But that's I guess that's true fear, when you take
off with the hose still attached and just leave like that. He was so
scared after that, he made my mom. He well, he talked my
mom into moving out of the country and into the city, and she did.
I'm kind of glad because I don't know what else would have happened if
we would have stayed there. My grandmother moved with us and put the house
up for sale, and we bought a home in the city limits of Homer,
Louisiana. And after that, it was like until two thousand and one
before I realized. I got a computer and I started looking online, and
I realized that this was something that was called bigfoot, and that other people
had seen this too, you know. I'd heard about Bigfoot, but I
didn't think it was real. I thought it was just legend, this myth,
you know. But then when I got that computer and started looking,
I realized that other people had things happen that were so similar to what had
happened to us. And I just got obsessed with it, and I started
looking into everything I could find on it, and I started doing in all
groups. Anybody that was going out researching, I was going with them.
And after I started going with them, I started thinking, well, let
me try this on my own. So I started going out by myself and
I started trying things like the tree knocks. I tried that one day,
and when I had pulled up to this area in Arkansas, in Polk County,
Arkansas, when I had pulled up, it was so quiet. I
had never heard quiet like that before in my life. And it was like
so quiet that there was a lack of such noise that it created this weird
thing in your ears, like a vacuum. And that was so weird.
And I had my mother with me that day, and I said, this
is weird. I said, let me get out and try knock it on
a tree. So I got out and I got a stick and I hit
this tree four times and I waited and I got nothing. So I did
it again, and I waited and I got nothing. And I was like,
well, this don't work, you know. So I said, We'll
let me give it one more try. So I did it again four times,
and then I threw the stick down and I started walking back to the
car. And that's when something it sounded so loud, was like almost I
thought it was gunshots. At first. Something hit a tree four times with
something, and then you could hear that last hit something broke, like a
big limb broke, and then thud hit the ground, and I was like,
oh my god, I cannot believe what I just heard. So from
then on it was like this stuff actually works that I've been here. And
so I started going out camping and one night I'm laying there and it's about
two am and I'm listening to this thing howl and it sounded so lonely.
It was just this lonely howling noise, and I was like, well,
that's not a cow. Oh yeah, I don't know what that is.
And I thought, well, maybe it's a wolf, and even though we
weren't supposed to have wolves in Arkansas, which is where this was. I
thought, well, maybe it's a wolf. And it just sat there howling,
and I probably listened to it a good fifteen minutes, just howling on
and off. And then this board owl landed in my camp and did that
classic who cooks for you? Who cooks for you? All call? And
when it did, the thing that had been howling tried to imitate this owl.
And I can't even describe to you what it did. It was this
howling, but it was howling the who cooks for you? Who cooks for
you? A hale and I was stunned. I was like, Uh,
what can do that? What does that? You know? That's not a
wolf. That area turned out to be so interesting for me. I had
a lot of different things happened there where I found trackways that were trails made
where the limbs had been broke off seven foot up all the way down the
trail and just twisted off or broken and it made a loop around where it
went up the side of this mountain and it had a bird's eye view of
the campground, and it was a small campground. It was one of those
primitive maybe had five camp spots available, and it had a bird's eye view
of that camp where that trail had led, and that was where the howling
was coming from. So I started thinking. Putting two and two together,
I was like, Okay, maybe this is something. But I continued to
go to that area for quite some time, but I never actually had a
positive encounter that. I went out with some guys and girls to Sulfur,
Oklahoma one time and we were at this area of woods and I can't remember
exactly where we were, but we had night vision and this was my first
experience with night vision. I had never seen night vision before. And I
started looking through it and I was like, oh, this is cool,
you know. And the guy was with his name was Robert. He was
looking through it at one point and he said, look, look, I
see something. And I looked through and you could see this thing with eyes
and it was big and it was leaning out from behind this tree and then
it would lean back behind the tree again, and then it would lean out
and it would look at us, and then it would lean back again.
And it did that several times and then it just was gone. We don't
know where it went after that. But right after that, I guess as
it was leaving, it let out this this scream, this horrible scream,
and banged into something metal. I don't know what it was, something metal
it banged into like a metal trash can or something like. It kicked it
as it was as it was running away. And that was really interesting.
But you know, I spent all those years going to different places. I've
been to Monster Central where I had night vision with me then and something followed
us as we were we was the middle of the night. We were walking
through the woods. Something started following us and it would it would make a
moaning down while it was following us. And we made a big circle around
this property and it followed us the whole way and it just kept moaning at
us. And I had that recording somewhere and I need to find it.
But it wasn't until I joined up with the Bigfoot and Female Friends of the
South, which was formed in twenty twenty one by Barbara, Maddy and Alice
Or and I met it with them, became their first member as a matter
of fact, and that's when things really kicked off for me with investigating.
And I don't know if that's because we're all women, and the Bigfoot don't
feel as intimidated by us as because there's no men there. We feel like
we have that advantage because we've had a lot of activity that I never had
when there were men around, and now that it's all us, we're getting
a whole lot more activity than I ever did before. I don't know if
I can actually say that that's because we're all women, or that they're just
more active now than they used to be back then, or more plentiful maybe,
I don't know. But everywhere that we've gone, we've had stuff happen.
I mean, the biggest thing was in East Texas. We went to
one of the members eight hundred and something acres she had there, and we
had been there one day when three of us decided to go back to our
camps and take a nap so that we would be fresh for the night.
And two of them were sound asleep and I was still awake. I couldn't
sleep. I had this eerie feeling, and I just kept looking around because
I couldn't sleep. And at one point I sat up and I looked,
and I saw something big and black moved through the woods right in front of
where we were, and I was like, what is that? So I
got out of the car. Well, I was at sleeping in my car.
They were sleeping in tents. I was in the car with the camping
thing on the back. I got out of the car and I started walking
that direction and something whistled, which you made me stop and look around to
try to figure out where the whistle came from. And I looked in front
of me, and I noticed that something had taken leaves and had pine straw
and had piled it all up all the way up to the top of the
barbed wire fence, all the way up to the top barb and had made
a blind and it was nowhere else on the fence all the way down.
It was just in that one spot. And it happened to be where we
were camping. And I don't know why we hadn't noticed it when we set
up camp there, but we didn't. But then I noticed it, and
I was like, well, what the heck? So I walked over there
and I looked behind it, and I seen what I can only describe as
a hut. We all called it a nursery. After we all looked at
it and took pictures, but something had taken I don't know if they were
big limbs or these trees were already growing there, but there were sticking in
the ground, and up at the top of them there was pine straw strung
all the way across for about ten feet across and about ten feet back in
a square that made a roof over this, and there was pine straw in
the bottom, packed down. And it was dark in there. It was
so dark it was like night in the middle of the day. You looked
in there and you couldn't see anything, and that was strange. But as
I'm standing there, I started hearing this mumbling and I'm like, what is
that noise? Somebody's talking. So I went to the tent that Elise was
in and I looked in and she's sound asleep. And I thought, well,
did she have a radio? And there's no radio. So I went
to Heather's tent on the other side, and she was asleep. She opened
her eyes when I stuck my head in and I asked her. I said,
were you on the phone? She said no, I was asleep.
I said, you weren't on the phone. Did you say my name?
She said no. I said, well, I thought I heard my name,
but what I was hearing was this mumbling gibberish, like almost like if
you've got a radio stage a radio and you're going through the channels and it's
not making any sense. It's like just creating words that you don't understand,
that you can't understand because there's no sentence involved. But I heard my name.
That kind of freaked me out because I thought Heather had said my name
or somebody, but it sounded like a man's voice, So I don't know
what I heard. I was like, what is this? I didn't know,
so I just kind of blew it off. And that night there were
five of us got on one of the side by sides. It was one
of the ones with the seats in the front and back, so we had
three of us in the back, to of us in the front, and
Bretta, the landowner, she's one of our members. She said, well,
she's going to take us back into what she called the back forty,
but it was just a cleared off trail for them to get access to the
back of the land that she took us on, and it went five miles
back into the woods and we got there and killed the engine killed the lights
everything, and we're just sitting there quiet, and Bretta got her flear out
and she started looking around and she said, there's something over there, and
it was to the left of us, and we said what is it?
She said, I don't know, but it is blank and huge, and
we said, what is it doing? She said, it's just looking at
us, she said. Then she said, it just got down on all
fours and took off towards us, and my friend Heather was up front with
her. She threw the fleer at Heather. She said look, and Heather
went to get out to look at it. But when she did, this
thing came so close to us that we could hear it crashing through the woods
and it stopped like two feet from the vehicle we were in the side by
side. It stopped like two feet from us, and it threw up debris
from where it stopped, and it hit Heather's legs, which made her jump
and back in, and she said, turn on the lights. Turn on
the lights will Brett us freaking out, and she realizes that she's got us
facing a dead end and we're facing the wrong direction, so she just floors
it backwards and finally gets us turned around the whole time. Heather's got the
fleer on that area and I've got the light waiting for this thing to come
out. And it didn't. It never came out. It just stopped two
feet from us. And later we watched the footage and sure enough, you
could see this thing standing there and it's tall, and it's standing beside this
pine tree, and you can see the head and the shoulders shaped like a
man. And then you don't see it actually happened, because it happens so
fast that it's just suddenly on all fours and it's running towards us. And
then you know, we're like, oh my god, what is that,
you know, and we realized that we just got charged by a bigfoot,
you know. And we get back to the camp area and we were,
you know, still doing on adrenaline, flowing just a little bit, and
we're talking about what just happened, and this thing screams in the distance and
I said, what was that? And they were all talking, so they
didn't hear it. I said, something screamed like over there where we just
were. They were like, well, we needn't hear it. So they
started talking again, and all of a sudden, not thirty seconds later,
I guess this thing lets out this scream that is like right there at us,
at the woodline, and it was the same scream that I had heard
when I was squirrel hunting with my stepdad. It sounded like a tornado horn,
is what it started sounding like. At first, it sounded like a
tornado horn, and then it went into this almost like a train whistle that
if you put a train whistle and a tornado horn together and that loud.
It had to have been at least that loud, if not louder. And
it went on for so long. We were sitting there looking at each other,
going what is that And one of the ladies she jumped up, she
said, oh no, uh huh, and ran in the house. There
was a guest house there, and the rest of us just sit there stunned.
And when it finally stopped, we were like, wow, nothing can
have lungs like that, because it went on longer than thirty seconds. I
mean it was at least thirty seconds, and then some before this thing let
up. Right after that, everybody was like stunned. Another one from another
area let out the same yell, just not as long and not quite as
loud, and it came from the opposite side of where we were. So
then we were like, Okay, we're going to the guest house. We're
going to stay there tonight. We're not camping because I think we angered something
and didn't want to be out there if there was an angry bigfoot. You
know. We stayed in the guest house, all of us that night,
and one of us wanted to camp out. The others were like, no,
we're not going to let you because that thing sounds angry. So we
all stayed in the guest house and we've been back there since and we've still
had some stuff happened in that same area. That's one of our most active
areas in East Texas. But we've also been up to Arkansas. And when
me and one of the ladies stayed up there in Arkansas, we were riding
around on the side by side and something crossed the street in front of us
that we think was a juvenile big foot. Was It had to been,
there was nothing else it could have been. It was about three foot tall
on all fours and it had red fur. It was well, I wouldn't
say red, it was cinnamon colored. The color of cinnamon, and the
hair was like five inches long, and it glistened in the sun, and
it was it was so preamed and pristine, not like you would normally see
on a wild animal. This hair was just like somebody had brushed it.
It was perfect, and it flowed in the wind when it was moving,
and it ran across the road on all fours. Didn't have a tail,
nothing like that, but it moved like well, like a like a chimpanzee
kind of with booth. It only had one hand down and two feet the
back. Two feet were down in one hand, the other one was up,
and as it reached the hill on the other side, it started grabbing
the small trees and vegetation to help itself up the hill. And we never
saw the head because it happened so fast. I always saw was the body
and the back part of it and the hair, and I didn't actually get
to see it. My friend Heather had seen it and she hollered at me,
but by the time I looked up, it was already going up the
hill, so she got a whole lot of good look at it, and
I didn't. But I think that same night we were sitting out around the
campfire and we were cooking steak and she has a little dog named Ben.
He's her little squatchy dog, sweet as can be, never scared of anything,
never barks, you know, he's just quiet. You hardly know he's
there unless you're cooking and then he wants a bite. But we were sitting
out there cooking steak and something started howling and it was off, you know,
maybe a half mile, quarter mile maybe a half mile away, and
it was howling, and Heather was asking me, what is that, you
know, because we're supposed sitting there going we don't know what that is.
It's not a canoey, it's not a fox. We knew it wasn't a
big cat. We had ruled everything out and we were still like, we
don't know what that is. And we started looking and Ben was missing and
he had gone into the tent, which he never does by himself. He
waits for her. He had gone in the tent, gotten underneath the cot,
and in a bag that she had brought her stuff. He was in
that bag. He was so scared and we were like, what the heck.
He's never ran from anything before, so we were like, okay,
let's just eat our steaks, and that was very unnatural because if there's steaks,
he's going to be out there. But he wasn't. He stayed in
the tent in that duffel bag would not come out. So we finished eating.
We were still sitting and we heard this big thud. I mean it
sounded like something had picked up this huge log and had just slammed it down,
and you could feel it the vibration on the ground, and we were
like, We just looked at each other and Heather she said, shine a
light behind me, because it was behind her, and so I shined.
I didn't see anything, so she said, I think we should go ahead
and go in the tents for the night, so we did. The next
morning, we got up and we started to look to see what had made
the noise. There were no down trees or anything like that, because we
had had trees pushed down before, you know, so we thought maybe something
pushed a tree down, but there were no down trees, and I started
looking. About ten foot on the other side of my tent was a rock
stack that hadn't been there the night before. Because we had looked around that
area for everything we could find, and we knew there was nothing there.
Well, about ten foot from my tent there was a rock stack and it
was a big, big rock. I mean this rock. Heather and eye
together couldn't have picked this rock up. It was a good two feet long
by about a foot wide. It it was a boulder, it's what it
was. But it was flat. It was a flat rock, and it
was probably only two inches stick but it was flat on the top and flat
on the bottom. And it was laying there, and then there was another
rock stacked on top of it that was a medium sized rock. It was
still a big rock, but not as big as the other one. And
on top of that one was a little tiny rock about the size of a
golf ball sitting on top of it. And we were like, what is
this because this was not here yesterday. So I kicked it with my foot
and when I did, it tumbled because it was sitting on an area where
there was a little bit of an elevation, and it tumbled down and the
whole thing just fell. I said, Okay, that wasn't even really sturdy.
And you could see over to the left where the medium sized rock had
been sitting. There was a spot there in the ground that was the perfect
shape of the rock. You could stick the rock back in this invention in
the ground. I said, well, that's where the medium sized rock came
from. And we moved the big rock, flipped it over, and you
could obviously see that it hadn't been there because the grass is still growing under
it. You know, it's smushed down from the rock laying on it,
but it's still alive, so that means it's not been there. So we
decided that something while we were sitting outside had probably dropped that big rock,
is what we had heard, which kind of nerved me a little bit because
it was only ten feet from my tent and I'm okay with going somewhere and
encountering bigfoot and other animals in the woods, but I'm not okay when they're
at my camp site. That kind of unnerved us a little bit. But
that was the one thing that happened up in Arkansas. The other thing that
happened in Arkansas. We were sitting on the front porch of one of our
members house and the one lady Barbara, was the only one facing the direction
of the back of the house, and she saw this thing walk and it
walked by. You could see through the window and see out the other window
of this house, and it walked by that window, and we were like
eight feet off the ground. This house had a porch that was raised and
it had an overlook, and it was in the mountains and this thing had
to have been eight feet tall for her to see it go by. But
she thought it was a man, and she jumped up and she said,
what is that? And we all run to the back of the house.
By then it's gone. She said. It was solid black. It's all
she saw was solid black. But this rabbit was laying there, and the
rabbit was freshly killed, and there was no head on the rabbit. The
head had been pulled off, and the rabbit had been tossed in this little
pin where Lisa, the other Lisa, her little dogs would go out to
go to the bathroom. It had been tossed inside that pin. And like,
okay, this was not here earlier. So we assume whatever came through
had a rabbit and left us a rabbit with no head. So that was
kind of creepy. But then the next place was in Alabama, when one
of our members saw something cross over like a highline cutting, and it was
black and it was stooped over, and she said it looked like an old
man. And the reason the rest of us didn't see it was because it
had left footprints, and we were casting the footprints, and we're all over
there casting while she's standing over there and she's seeing the thing, and she
start tolering, look, look, And by the time we all get over
there, it's gone, and all we've got is a cast of the daggum
thing. But she said it was harry. It was black, and it
was stooped over, is all she could make out about it. And she
said it didn't look natural, it didn't walk right right, and she had
never seen or experienced anything before she started crying. She was very upset.
We got her calm down. But we've had, you know, a lot
of activity. Trey's pushed down, things thrown at our tent. You know,
we've gotten lots of tracks, had growls and stuff like that. It's
just been interesting since I've joined up with these ladies. And basically I think
that probably brings us up to date. Well that's it for tonight's show.
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