All right, all right, welcome back to the Dixie Cryptid YouTube channel and
the what If It's True? Podcast. I know it's been a few weeks
since I put up a video. At the end, I'll explain to you
what's been going on. But I appreciate all the people checking on me through
emails and Facebook messages. Haven't been able to answer them all. But anyway,
I'll explain it here in a little bit. But I've got an email
here. I've actually got two emails, and I'm gonna share with you.
I think they're really good to hope you enjoy them. The first one,
well, the woman doesn't say whether to use her name. You know the
story on that, but here's what she writes. When I was in my
twenties, we would drag on mckenry and Jay Street in Modesto, California.
That's the town that American graffiti is based on. I know, where were
you in nineteen sixty two, right while I was ten years old, So
that story wasn't about me. But even in my teens and early adulthood,
my friends and I dragged mcchinry and Jay Street to Ninth Street, and then
we turned around and go back up Jay Street to make Henry Boulevard, and
then to bring more road and then back down. We'd race our friends and
show off our cars, and then we'd sit somewhere on the boulevard and we'd
drink and shoot the breeze. One night, my boyfriend Dan and I and
his twin brother Donnie, along with Donnie's girlfriend and my brother Jerry and his
girlfriend. We were all crammed in Dan's fifty five Chevy Well. We were
bored, so we decided to go for a ride and we ended up going
above Sonora into the heavily forested mountains, and we stopped in Sonora to grab
a burger, and then we got back on the road. We were talking
and drinking and having a good time, and we weren't paying much attention to
how far we were getting into the mountain. And the men in the vehicle
were drinking more than the women were, except the driver, Dan had a
drink, but he wasn't drunk. It wasn't long before we had to stop
again so they could pay rent on their beer. We found a dirt road
to pull on two so they could get out and run in the woods and
do their thing, and we weren't far off the highway, but we were
far enough to allow some privacy. All three guys, they were over six
feet tall, and they weighed between one hundred and eighty and two hundred pounds
each, and they liked to brag that they weren't afraid of anything. They
hadn't been in the woods for long when we heard the scariest scream I have
ever heard in my life. We could hear it plainest day inside the car
with the windows rolled up. All three of those brave men came running out
of the forest like a bunch of frightened mice, and they jumped into the
cars. Everyone was asking what was that. They told us that they felt
that scream to their very core. They didn't see what made it, but
we wasted no time getting back on my highway and back to the safety of
Modesto. I think it was a big foot and it was mad at those
men for marking its territory. Oh that's awesome, that's awesome to hear scream
scares them to death. All right, we got one more, and these
are two short emails, but I'm going to explain what's going on here in
a minute. So hey all, bear with me, But I hope you
enjoy this story. This person he gives his name, but he doesn't say
whether to use it or not, but he claims the story is absolutely true.
My parents and my two brothers and sister and I lived on a small
farm in north Alabama. We were surrounded by wooded areas and green pastures and
ponds and creeks. We spent a lot of time camping and roaming outdoors as
kids, and we would stay gone until dark. It was a typical summer
day when we threw a blanket on one of our ponies and we decided to
go back to a wooded area where we like to hang out, and there
was a creek that wound its way through the trees, and we cooled ourselves
there when the southern heat waves blew through the countryside like Satan's storm. Our
ponies were very gentle and fun to riding, and we usually headed through the
first gap in the fence around our property and onward into a big pasture where
we would stop it upon and give our ponies a drink, and then we
continued on for a while until we got near the entrance of the woods that
led to the creek. The place was so familiar to our animals that they
always walked down to the edge of the water without much prodding from us.
We were fifty yards from entering the woods and the pony stopped. We shook
his bridle and we'd tapped the sights, but he was rooted in place.
Then he snorted and pawed at the ground and began backing up, and I
thought maybe he sensed a snake, but the grass was too short to camouflage
any such slither slithering reptiles. On the other side of the creek, there
were some scattered trees with low lying brush. In the south, we have
a vine called a trumpet. It has big red flowers and it envelopes trees
and buildings. They're all around our house and woods. I don't know if
it was experiencing an optical illusion, but the pair of red flowers before me
resembled eyes, and they seemed to be moving quickly through the foliage. The
pony was getting seriously agitated, and I was worried my sister might get thrown
off, so we turned and we headed home. I had my arm over
the back of the pony, running along beside him, and something I saw
on TV shows about how Indians rode horses. We didn't look back until we
had the house in view. I had never heard of bigfoot or anything like
that at the time. But you know how you can glimpse something odd once
and never unsee it. Each time I set foot onto my parents farm in
the summer and look out toward those trees covered with trumpet vines, I feel
like I'm surrounded by dozens and dozens of red piercing eyes. Oh, I
can see that, I can. That makes absolute sense to me. We
have kudzu. I don't think kudzu has red flowers. But a matter of
fact, I've been fighting a kudzuo takeover back around my neighbor's lakes. Y'all
see me riding around his lakes on my bicycle. I'm trying to keep them
cut back. I'm using my lawnmower, not even using my tractor, just
to keep a trail open. That's all I'm trying to do. It's hard
to get rid of that kudzu, but it's but you can keep it cut
back. It's real tough anyway. I'm just rambling. So that's the last
of the stories, and I know this is a short podcast. But here's
the deal. I am working on two projects at the time with my regular
job. They are very important, both are very fast tracked. I probably
shouldn't have taken two jobs on at one time, but I did because the
money was so good that I thought, well, I think I can work
both of these in And to be honest, at the beginning, I tried
to keep up with the podcast and keep up with my work. I've been
doing that for five years. I will have been doing this podcast for five
years this coming September next month, and I'm just worn out from doing it.
And in all those five years, I've neglected a lot of home projects
that I need to get done. So anytime I have off, instead of
doing a podcast, I'm working on home projects. I'm trying to get a
camper fixed up so my wife and I can do some camping. Just little
things like that. But that won't last forever. But from here on out,
I'm gonna try to do some short podcasts and really stay connected to you
guys. But I just kind of needed some time. I just needed to
drop one of these activities and my phone's going off. I needed to drop
one of these activities. Just to give my mind a break and do something
different. So that's what's been going on. I've got quite a few emails
from people, and I appreciate you guys checking on me. I'm doing fine.
I'm healthy, my wife's healthy, the dogs are healthy, the chickens
are healthy. You know, we lost about eighteen chickens the spring to some
predator came in the yard and killed about half our chickens. We've raised all
those back up. I'm going to show videos of those in the next week
or two. And they're really pretty birds or young birds, and they're happy
and they're jumping around. And so I've got some things planned and I've got
some different ways of presenting these stories that I have in mind that I'm going
to give a try this fall. That should be interesting. And anyway,
I'll quit rambling. I just wanted to kind of let you guys know what
was going on. I'll try to get a couple of short podcasts up each
week. I think that's probably about all I can do right now. But
thanks for hanging with me. I love you all. I'm doing fine.
I'm just busy. I should be through this slug of work maybe by the
end of September, middle of October, and then I'll be back to doing
you know, good long, regular podcasts and just the way it is,
I gotta make a living and I'm trying not to work myself in the dirt.
So thank you for listening. I appreciate you guys so much, and
we'll see on the next one. Thanks