Speaker 1: I'm a retired police officer from Middle Tennessee with twenty
Speaker 1: six years on the job. My strange encounter happened in
Speaker 1: nineteen ninety when I was seventeen years old. My cousins
Speaker 1: and I least seven hundred and fifty acres at a
Speaker 1: place called Toddy's Bend. It was just a small country
Speaker 1: road at the time with mostly farm land, and it
Speaker 1: had riverfront property on the Duck River. My cousins and
Speaker 1: I always deer hunted and fished together. We spent several
Speaker 1: days at the property scouting and building deer stands to
Speaker 1: hunt from. We had hunted the property for almost half
Speaker 1: of the season with no luck. One day after school,
Speaker 1: I decided to drive to the property and hunt until dark.
Speaker 1: I was alone, but that never bothered me. The fact
Speaker 1: is I always felt comfortable in a deer stand. I
Speaker 1: drove on to the property through two different fields to
Speaker 1: reach the old logging road that led to my deer stand.
Speaker 1: It overlooked the river on my right. After I got
Speaker 1: situated in my stand, I realized I had forgotten my
Speaker 1: flashlight and walking out was going to be tricky in
Speaker 1: the dark. While I was in the stand, I noticed
Speaker 1: that no wildlife was moving about. No birds singing, no
Speaker 1: squirrels hopping. Nothing. When it started to get dark, I
Speaker 1: headed back to my truck because I didn't have my
Speaker 1: flashlight with me. I started my journey out and I
Speaker 1: heard something walking to my right. I couldn't see anything moving,
Speaker 1: but when I walked, it walked, and when I stopped
Speaker 1: to listen, it stopped too. I was halfway to my
Speaker 1: truck when I noticed a horrible smell, like a wet
Speaker 1: dog had been sprayed by a skunk. Now I hunted
Speaker 1: with a semi automatic three to eight. I dropped the
Speaker 1: gun to my waist and I was in the ready position,
Speaker 1: safety off, the finger on the trigger, pointing the barrel
Speaker 1: where the noise and smell were coming from. Whatever was
Speaker 1: escorting me out of the woods accompanied me all the
Speaker 1: way to the field where my truck was parked. As
Speaker 1: I was getting into the driver's seat, I heard a
Speaker 1: horrific screen that sounded like a terodactyl from the old
Speaker 1: Godzilla movies of the nineteen seventies. I still hunt and
Speaker 1: I fish every chance I get, but I have never
Speaker 1: gone back to that property. Years later, there was a
Speaker 1: man who worked in our county jail as a correctional officer.
Speaker 1: He lived on the property adjacent to where my encounter happened.
Speaker 1: I asked him one night if he had ever experienced
Speaker 1: anything weird or inexplainable there. His response was, I have
Speaker 1: no comment, and he changed the subject. In the early
Speaker 1: nineteen eighties, my family and I lived in a big,
Speaker 1: old house in a little town of Saint Leonard, New Brunswick, Canada.
Speaker 1: It was a two story home built in the early
Speaker 1: nineteen hundreds. My father bought it from a man who
Speaker 1: was reluctant to sell it, but had no choice. My
Speaker 1: father had done some renovations on the house, but mainly
Speaker 1: on the first floor. The second floor he had left
Speaker 1: it as it was. At the top of the stairs
Speaker 1: there was a full bathroom, and left of that bathroom
Speaker 1: was my parents' room, and down the hall was my bedroom,
Speaker 1: and beyond that was my little brother's room. I was
Speaker 1: a bit of a scaredy cat. I was young and
Speaker 1: I was unable to sleep in the dark, so my
Speaker 1: mother would leave the bathroom light on and my bedroom
Speaker 1: door open. One night, I had awakened from a deep sleep.
Speaker 1: I wasn't prone to waking up in the middle of
Speaker 1: the night. At that age, it was more like something
Speaker 1: woke me up. I looked down at my feet, and
Speaker 1: sitting on the foot board of my bed was a
Speaker 1: hideous creature. It had white horns and large, yellow, bulging eyes.
Speaker 1: It had long things that protruded from its mouth, and
Speaker 1: its small hand had claws that seemed to be digging
Speaker 1: into my footboard. Well, I screamed and jumped out of
Speaker 1: my bed, and I ran to my parents' room, completely hysterical. Now,
Speaker 1: my father was a man's man and didn't care for
Speaker 1: this sort of behavior from his son, but when I
Speaker 1: described what I had seen, he seemed concerned. My parents
Speaker 1: turned on the light in my room and looked around.
Speaker 1: My mother checked on my little brother, who was fine,
Speaker 1: and I got to sleep with my parents that night,
Speaker 1: something my father didn't usually permit. I was wary of
Speaker 1: going to bed for a little while, but I never
Speaker 1: saw it again. Years later, my parents told me they
Speaker 1: were concerned when I described my nocturnal visitor because one
Speaker 1: of my father's uncles described seeing the exact same thing
Speaker 1: out in the woods. So it's a couple of months earlier.
Speaker 1: Apparently there was a group of these sorts of creatures
Speaker 1: that chased my great uncle out of the woods. They
Speaker 1: terrified him and he died not long after that incident.
Speaker 1: In nineteen ninety four, I was attending the University of
Speaker 1: Maine at Fort Kent, and I had the honor of
Speaker 1: knowing a man named Guy Freegan. He was a shaman
Speaker 1: of the local First Nation tribe of the Malaseatsma l
Speaker 1: I se t s mallaseats I believe I pronounced that correctly.
Speaker 1: I'm always cautious about trying to pronounce people's names properly
Speaker 1: because it's sometimes it hurts their feelings. I don't mean
Speaker 1: to hurt anybody's feelings. It's just a phonetic thing with me,
Speaker 1: and probably an accent and an area where I've been
Speaker 1: raised where it's hard to even we don't even understand
Speaker 1: each other. But mallaseats is I believe the word. Considering
Speaker 1: that some members of my family are of First Nation's descent,
Speaker 1: I decided to ask him about what my great uncle
Speaker 1: and I saw. Mister Freegan listened to my story as
Speaker 1: we sat in the student lounge at the UMFK. He said, well,
Speaker 1: you saw I can't pronounce this bo love boogla demuche
Speaker 1: boogola de mouche. Mister Fregan went on to tell me
Speaker 1: that my great uncle had somehow offended them and that's
Speaker 1: why they chased him out of the woods. He went
Speaker 1: on to explain that they were similar to what Europeans
Speaker 1: called elves or gnomes. He was uncertain as to why
Speaker 1: one would have visited me, since I had nothing to
Speaker 1: do with the offense my uncle committed. Mister Fregan guessed
Speaker 1: that it may have since that I had shamanic abilities.
Speaker 1: He went on to invite me to a sweat lodge
Speaker 1: and that I would possibly get the chance to see
Speaker 1: them again. Well, I shared mister Fregan that though his
Speaker 1: invitation was generous, my faith wouldn't allow such a thing,
Speaker 1: and I thanked him for the invitation though, and for
Speaker 1: the wisdom that he imparted me, and I nor anyone
Speaker 1: else in the family has ever encountered this sort of
Speaker 1: being ever again. I was raised in a small farming
Speaker 1: community in eastern Canada, and I lost my father in
Speaker 1: my early teens, and was lucky enough that one of
Speaker 1: his closest friends took it upon himself to be a
Speaker 1: role model. He was a logger and would often take
Speaker 1: me into the woods with him to repair his equipment
Speaker 1: or just hang out in his shop on weekends in
Speaker 1: summer holidays. Somewhere along the way, I mentioned to him
Speaker 1: that I wasn't sure what I wanted to do after
Speaker 1: high school, and he suggested that I become a forest technician.
Speaker 1: In nineteen ninety one, I received a fresh off the
Speaker 1: press forest technician diploma and took the first job offered
Speaker 1: to me in Prince George, British Columbia. As forest texts.
Speaker 1: It was our job to lay out cut blocks, cruise
Speaker 1: the blocks checked for volume, health, tree heights, in species composition.
Speaker 1: We also performed beetle probes, looking for spruce and pine
Speaker 1: bark beetles that could decimate vast tracts of forests, and
Speaker 1: silviculture surveys when the areas were replanted. My first incident
Speaker 1: was when I was doing a beetle probe. I was
Speaker 1: climbing a long slope upward to a lodge pole pine
Speaker 1: stand when I crested a rocky knoll and I noticed
Speaker 1: an odd structure off to my left. It was ten
Speaker 1: or twelve small diameter pine trees, bent and curved and
Speaker 1: intertwined with one another. By this time I'd been in
Speaker 1: the woods for over a decade and had never before
Speaker 1: seen this occur. Naturally, the trees were fifteen feet tall
Speaker 1: and five inches in diameter. They weren't uprooted, but bent
Speaker 1: and interlocked in such a way that it was permanent
Speaker 1: and intentional. Whatever had done this had a massive arm span.
Speaker 1: It must have been able to reason, and it possessed
Speaker 1: enough intelligence to know that this feat could only be
Speaker 1: accomplished in the spring of the year, when the sap
Speaker 1: was running and the trees hadn't hardened off. There was
Speaker 1: another time, in a different area of the forest, I
Speaker 1: found a second one of these weird configurations. A while later,
Speaker 1: I was performing a beetle probe again when I got
Speaker 1: the distinct impression that I was being watched. It soon
Speaker 1: escalated to animosity, as if I were trespassing on someone's
Speaker 1: land and they didn't want me there. I took the
Speaker 1: hint and got out of there as quickly as possible.
Speaker 1: There was another time when I was working with my
Speaker 1: co oh walker J. I was busy taking notes while
Speaker 1: he was performing my compassman. We had just finished our
Speaker 1: plot and he was heading out on our bearing, dragging
Speaker 1: our distance, measuring chain. When I heard him stop, I
Speaker 1: looked up and saw that he was frozen. He was
Speaker 1: shaking in fright. He slowly turned to my direction, and
Speaker 1: his eyes were so wide I could see them bulging
Speaker 1: out from twenty yards away. I got the same feeling
Speaker 1: i'd felt before, only fifty times worse. The entire forest
Speaker 1: around us had become dead, silent. There were no birds, insects,
Speaker 1: nothing was making a peat. Even Jay and I were
Speaker 1: holding our breath. I carefully made my way as silently
Speaker 1: as I could to Jay, and I got him to
Speaker 1: calm down, and I got us sight of that area
Speaker 1: as fast as we could. This time was different, though,
Speaker 1: as whatever was inducing the unnatural feel moved with us, silent,
Speaker 1: bllantly stalking us. It took four hundred yards before the
Speaker 1: feeling faded and the thing stalking us apparently satisfied that
Speaker 1: we were actually leaving. The next incident I had was
Speaker 1: when I was working with another coworker, Ka. We'd been
Speaker 1: sent out to collect some extra tree heights from an
Speaker 1: area that had already been worked. An hour into our workday,
Speaker 1: K informed me that he'd forgotten his water bottle in
Speaker 1: the truck, and since it was hot out and we
Speaker 1: weren't far from the truck. He decided to scoop down
Speaker 1: and get it. Fifteen minutes later, he came back in
Speaker 1: a rush and abruptly informed me that we had to
Speaker 1: get out of the woods, that a bear was stalking us.
Speaker 1: I realized I had heard nothing, but I could smell something.
Speaker 1: It was intense and musky with a hint of skunk.
Speaker 1: Whatever had stunk up the air had deliberately moved up
Speaker 1: when from our locations so that we could smell it.
Speaker 1: It wasn't until much later that I remembered that I
Speaker 1: had been around bears, both in captivity and in the wild,
Speaker 1: and they smelled nothing like what I smell. That day,
Speaker 1: I had a final encounter, and it happened on the
Speaker 1: outskirts of Prince George. My friend T and I ended
Speaker 1: up living in the same city for a while, and
Speaker 1: one night neither of us could sleep. We decided to
Speaker 1: head to the nearest twenty four hour gas station for
Speaker 1: a couple of twenty ounce coffees and head out for
Speaker 1: a late night drive. Both of us were stone cold, sober,
Speaker 1: and were just attempting to kill some time. I was
Speaker 1: driving my old F one fifty pickup puntering down a
Speaker 1: secondary road well north of the city. The sky was
Speaker 1: crystal clear, and we were about half an hour into
Speaker 1: our drive, just talking and stargazing. It was then that
Speaker 1: I caught an odd movement. Out of the corner of
Speaker 1: my eye. There was a strange bright light off to
Speaker 1: my left. T noticed that I was distracted and bent
Speaker 1: over to peer through the truck's back window at whatever
Speaker 1: had caught my attention. The bright light started performing impossible
Speaker 1: aerial maneuvers. It was starting about making perfect ninety degree turns,
Speaker 1: accelerating and stopping at random intervals. By this time, Ta
Speaker 1: had his body half out of the truck's cab, his
Speaker 1: butt perched on the window sill, watching this impossible aerial
Speaker 1: acrobatic show, and then he started pounding on the roof
Speaker 1: of the truck, shouting, go, go go. I looked to
Speaker 1: my left just in time to see the bright light
Speaker 1: start rapidly accelerating toward us. Te lowered himself back into
Speaker 1: the cab and I boost off the gas pedal as
Speaker 1: hard as I could. T shouted at me to shut
Speaker 1: off the lights, and without thinking that's what I did.
Speaker 1: We were tearing down an empty road. Go one hundred
Speaker 1: miles an hour with the lights shut off. The only
Speaker 1: thought I had was that we had to shake this
Speaker 1: thing off. Our tail t gave me the all clear finally,
Speaker 1: and I slowly let up on the gas. Thankfully, that
Speaker 1: night there was a good moon out, but when I
Speaker 1: finally turned the lights back on, we still took the
Speaker 1: long way around to get back home. There was no
Speaker 1: way in help we were going to chance running into
Speaker 1: whatever that was. Again. I hope you enjoyed a few
Speaker 1: pages of my life story. Sincerely, d all Right. I'm
Speaker 1: going to drop a couple of archive podcasts from about
Speaker 1: five years ago right here, So if you've heard them,
Speaker 1: just go ahead and click away. But if you would
Speaker 1: like to hear them again or you haven't heard them,
Speaker 1: stick around. These are really good stories, and I hope
Speaker 1: you enjoy it. I'm from Central Texas and they'll have
Speaker 1: somehow always believed in bigfoot. I've never had any experience
Speaker 1: is here that I was aware of. However, as I
Speaker 1: get older, I think there were times when I may
Speaker 1: have had experiences and didn't realize it. I want to
Speaker 1: share with you what happened north of Nashville a few
Speaker 1: years ago when I was working there. I went up
Speaker 1: one summer for a big job and was fortunate to
Speaker 1: have friends from my hometown who lived about thirty miles
Speaker 1: from where I was working. They live on a big
Speaker 1: hill way out in the country near the Kentucky border.
Speaker 1: The driveway leading to their house ran along the creek
Speaker 1: that ran through the holler, with a ridge line on
Speaker 1: both sides. It was absolutely beautiful, surrounded by lush green
Speaker 1: trees and the sight and sound of the babbling creek
Speaker 1: over its rocky bed. I often went for walks or
Speaker 1: a jog in the evenings when I wasn't too tired.
Speaker 1: I had done so many times. When one evening, about
Speaker 1: an hour before sunset, as I was walking on the
Speaker 1: far ridge, I heard a woo. I thought I was
Speaker 1: hearing things, And shortly after that, on the hillside next
Speaker 1: to me, only a few hundred yards away, I heard
Speaker 1: a clear and loud tree knock. I really started to think,
Speaker 1: now was I hearing things? Was it some locals or
Speaker 1: meth heads messing with me? I kept walking, my friend's
Speaker 1: dog at my side as I tried to reason out
Speaker 1: what I had heard. I'd gone another one hundred yards
Speaker 1: when I heard another wool. What the hell, I thought,
Speaker 1: and it was followed shortly by another wood knock, this
Speaker 1: time on the fore hill. The dog had disappeared so
Speaker 1: much for Man's best friend, I decided then it was
Speaker 1: time to head back. I heard a few more knocks
Speaker 1: and wolves before I got back to the house, but
Speaker 1: none of them were closer than the others. I don't
Speaker 1: know if they knew I was there. I don't think so.
Speaker 1: It was an extremely secluded, rough terrain covered in dick woods.
Speaker 1: The one thing I'm absolutely certain of is that it
Speaker 1: was not people I was hearing. I was staying in
Speaker 1: my RV at my friend's place. From that night forward,
Speaker 1: I always used my spot like to check before I
Speaker 1: went outside. I never saw anything, but I did occasionally
Speaker 1: feel like something was watching me or was close by.
Speaker 1: I know this wasn't an actual sighting, but it was
Speaker 1: enough to change me from being just a believer to
Speaker 1: a knower. A few years ago, my wife and I
Speaker 1: were invited to a dinner by old friends. The family
Speaker 1: are Lds and have the tradition of inviting local Mormon
Speaker 1: elders to their home on Tuesday nights for dinner. It
Speaker 1: is a special treat for these young men who have
Speaker 1: chosen to leave home for two years to spread their faith.
Speaker 1: Upon arriving, we were introduced to the two young elders.
Speaker 1: The surprise for me was that one Elder Lux was
Speaker 1: from Springhill, Louisiana, which is just ninety miles from my
Speaker 1: hometown of Monroe. We had a genuinely nice hour or
Speaker 1: so of visiting and talking about home. We had much
Speaker 1: in common, even though he was in his early twenties
Speaker 1: and I was in my early seventies. I asked Elder
Speaker 1: Luck if he was born in spring Hill, and was
Speaker 1: very surprised to find that he was originally from Falk, Arkansas,
Speaker 1: which was forty one miles away. Of course, this immediately
Speaker 1: prompted me to ask if he had ever seen the
Speaker 1: Fouk Monster, which was featured in the seventies movie The
Speaker 1: Legend of Boggy Creek and other books and newspaper articles
Speaker 1: over the last many decades. Elder Lux replied that he
Speaker 1: had not seen the creature, but that his father had
Speaker 1: on two occasions years apart. As a very young boy,
Speaker 1: he and his family, who lived alongside Boggy Creek, had
Speaker 1: on a few occasions experience some strange and frightening moments
Speaker 1: which they attributed to the creature. As our conversation was
Speaker 1: getting into more detail, Elder Lux and his partner had
Speaker 1: to leave because they had another engagement for church business
Speaker 1: that night. We reluctantly set our goodbyes. Our friend and
Speaker 1: host promised to have them over again. As the elders left,
Speaker 1: I was wired and in full investigation and interrogation mode.
Speaker 1: I had been aware of this creature for many years,
Speaker 1: and my thirty plus years as a police officer had
Speaker 1: me compiling a list of questions so I could obtain
Speaker 1: more details at our next visit. That visit came a
Speaker 1: couple of weeks later, when Elder Lux and his partner
Speaker 1: revisited our friend's home to do some genealogy work with
Speaker 1: the help of his wife. She runs the local LDS
Speaker 1: Family Research Center. As she helped Elder Lux's partner, he
Speaker 1: and I sat down and I got to ask more
Speaker 1: questions about this time in falk. This is the story
Speaker 1: of the first encounter of Elder Lux's father, William Bill Lux, Junior,
Speaker 1: and a little information about the area they lived in
Speaker 1: in their homes unique location. This description will help with
Speaker 1: understanding the story of the second encounter of the creature
Speaker 1: and finally the family's experiences. Elder Luxe's grandfather, Bill, moved
Speaker 1: to Falc in the mid nineteen thirties and bought twenty
Speaker 1: acres of land about three miles south of Falk on
Speaker 1: Arkansas Highway seventy one. This was the main north south
Speaker 1: route from Louisiana to Arkansas. The property was heavily wooded,
Speaker 1: as was most of the land around Falc at the time.
Speaker 1: This thick forest area was interspersed with fields of beans, cotton, corn,
Speaker 1: and other crops grown in that fertile area. The Lux
Speaker 1: property was fronted by Highway seventy one one on the
Speaker 1: west side. The north, east and south sides were heavily wooded.
Speaker 1: Boggy Creek ran through the Lux's property east to west.
Speaker 1: It flowed under the Highway seventy one bridge, which spanned
Speaker 1: the creek and continued west to the Sulfur River. Mister
Speaker 1: Lux built his home about three hundred feet north of
Speaker 1: the creek and two hundred feet from the highway. It
Speaker 1: is not known if mister Lux was aware of the
Speaker 1: creek's connection to the fabled creature who used it to
Speaker 1: traverse the country. It was nineteen fifty nine and mister
Speaker 1: Lux Junior was eighteen years old and home on Thanksgiving
Speaker 1: vacation from his local high school. That day in late November.
Speaker 1: It was the day after Thanksgiving, in the first day
Speaker 1: of deer season. Bill was hoping to get a little
Speaker 1: honting in that day, but his father had other plans.
Speaker 1: Projects around the farm kept him busy until almost noon.
Speaker 1: When he finished, He made a sandwich in s stuffed
Speaker 1: into his pocket of his hunting coat. He grabbed the
Speaker 1: World War II surplus M one garand rifle he bought
Speaker 1: from Sears and Robot for twelve dollars, and placed two
Speaker 1: eight round M one charger clips into his hunting coat
Speaker 1: pockets and grabbed a small thermos of coffee and then
Speaker 1: threw it all into his old Ford truck. The three
Speaker 1: family dogs had seen this scenario before and were looking
Speaker 1: forward to the hunt the first of the season, but
Speaker 1: Bill could not take them on this day. He was
Speaker 1: already getting a late start, and dark came early in
Speaker 1: the late fall, especially in the thick woods, this would
Speaker 1: be a still hunt. It was chilly as he drove
Speaker 1: towards his destination, an old pipeline cut that ran north
Speaker 1: south through heavy woods about ten miles east of Bill's home.
Speaker 1: Most of the leaves had been blown from the trees
Speaker 1: by the cold winds. The grass was brown but still high.
Speaker 1: On the pipeline. Bill had first he'd seen the cut
Speaker 1: one summer when fishing from the highway bridge that crossed it.
Speaker 1: He had noticed that several deer crossed it during the
Speaker 1: hours while he fished. He had made a note to
Speaker 1: give it a try come deer season. It was about
Speaker 1: half past one pm when Bill reached the cut. He
Speaker 1: crossed the bridge and parked his truck off the highway.
Speaker 1: He took out his rifle, grabbed his thermos, stuck it
Speaker 1: in his hunting coat pocket, and crossed the road to
Speaker 1: the north side of the bridge and looked over the cut.
Speaker 1: It was much lower than it looked from the bridge.
Speaker 1: It was about three hundred feet wide and miles long,
Speaker 1: disappearing into the distance. He understood why the oil companies
Speaker 1: used small airplanes to inspect the cut and check for leaks.
Speaker 1: Once on the flat ground of the cut, he loaded
Speaker 1: his rifle with eight cartridges and began walking north away
Speaker 1: from the highway. The stiff, knee high weeds and grass
Speaker 1: made quite a bit of noise as it rubbed against
Speaker 1: his thick canvas hunting trail. He moved to the south
Speaker 1: side of the cut, nearer the tree line, looking for
Speaker 1: a good place to hold up and do his hunt.
Speaker 1: About a half mile from the road, he found a
Speaker 1: place where he could see easily in both directions, and
Speaker 1: if necessary, safely fire back towards the highway. Bill could
Speaker 1: see well from his vantage point, about ten feet into
Speaker 1: the brush off the side of the pipeline. It was quiet.
Speaker 1: A wind high in the trees was rustling the leaves
Speaker 1: that had not yet fallen. An hour passed, Nothing moved
Speaker 1: except an occasional car on the highway half a mile away.
Speaker 1: He ate some of his sandwich and drank a little
Speaker 1: coffee to warm him up. He noticed the shadows of
Speaker 1: the trees above him were getting longer as they moved
Speaker 1: over and away from his side of the cut. It
Speaker 1: was now near three point thirty pm. He had been
Speaker 1: there two hours. He thought, I cannot wait much longer.
Speaker 1: It was getting cold, and he didn't want to be
Speaker 1: getting home at dark. There would be evening chores to
Speaker 1: do and supper. He would wait another half hour and
Speaker 1: then he would leave. Something moved on the other side
Speaker 1: of the cut, which was still in the late afternoon sun.
Speaker 1: Bill didn't move. He estimated he was about two hundred
Speaker 1: yards away to the south of what attracted his attention.
Speaker 1: Now it moved again, he could see it. It was
Speaker 1: a deer. It was a dough. She trotted out of
Speaker 1: the woods and then turned her head and looked back
Speaker 1: as if she was waiting, and in a moment another
Speaker 1: dough joined her in the cut. They moved cautiously further
Speaker 1: into the open, constantly checking behind them. Then like a shot,
Speaker 1: both turned and sprang into full run and into the
Speaker 1: woods on Bill's side of the pipeline. They were trying
Speaker 1: to get away from something, possibly a buck. Bill thought
Speaker 1: mating season for white tail deer is October through December
Speaker 1: in the south. Bill waited and thought, oh, let it
Speaker 1: be a big buck. Shortly he saw more movement where
Speaker 1: the deer had come from. Whatever it was, it did
Speaker 1: not come out completely into view, but enough for Bill
Speaker 1: to see that it was darker and not the color
Speaker 1: of a deer. A few seconds later, it walked out
Speaker 1: into the edge of the sunlit trees, and it was
Speaker 1: not a deer. It was upright like a man. It
Speaker 1: was dark brown from head to toe. Its arms were
Speaker 1: longer than a man's, and it was tall. Its knees
Speaker 1: were much higher in the grass which came to Bill's
Speaker 1: lower thighs, and it was not overly heavy. It looked
Speaker 1: up and down the cut slowly, like one would do
Speaker 1: before crossing a street, and Bill froze. And then it
Speaker 1: started at a fast walk and crossed the cut in
Speaker 1: a noticeably short time. It was going the same direction
Speaker 1: that the deer had gone. Bill stood there for some time,
Speaker 1: and he thought, what was that? At no time did
Speaker 1: he ever think about shooting at it? And then he
Speaker 1: thought where did it go? Oo? Did it continue through
Speaker 1: the woods after the deer, or did it turn north
Speaker 1: away from me? Or south towards me? Suddenly the cold
Speaker 1: did not bother him. Bell listened as hard as he could,
Speaker 1: but he couldn't hear anything. It was big and fast.
Speaker 1: Surely if it were coming his way, he would hear
Speaker 1: the rustling of the dry leaves all around him. He
Speaker 1: decided he needed to get out of there. It was
Speaker 1: getting on close to dark and he didn't want to
Speaker 1: be there. Then Bell decided to head back towards the road,
Speaker 1: but walked at the edge of the trees, thinking maybe
Speaker 1: there could be another one across the cut and it
Speaker 1: would see me if I were in the open. But
Speaker 1: the going was slow and noisy through the edge of
Speaker 1: the woods, so he decided to move into the center
Speaker 1: of the cut. At least he would have some warning
Speaker 1: if it came out, maybe have a bit of time
Speaker 1: to defend himself. Bill moved to the center of the
Speaker 1: cut and he started walking fast, continually turning his head
Speaker 1: like it was on a swivell rifle at the ready,
Speaker 1: safety off, and around. Chambered all the way back to
Speaker 1: the truck. His heart was pounding, he was sweating from
Speaker 1: fear and exertion despite the cold air. Once he made
Speaker 1: it to the road, Bill turned back, using his higher
Speaker 1: vantage point to see if he was being followed, but
Speaker 1: he saw nothing. He walked to the truck, threw his
Speaker 1: loaded rifle into the cab, something he never did, and
Speaker 1: then he drove home. When Bill got home, he unloaded
Speaker 1: the rifle, checked with his dad to let him know
Speaker 1: that he was back, and started on his evening chores.
Speaker 1: He said nothing to his family about what he had
Speaker 1: seen at supper. When asked if he had seen any
Speaker 1: deer at the cut, and if he thought it might
Speaker 1: be a good place to hunt. He only said that
Speaker 1: he had seen too dough and he didn't think he
Speaker 1: would be hunting there again. According to Elder Lux, his
Speaker 1: father did not talk about his sighting until several years
Speaker 1: later when he over heard others at the Foulk General's
Speaker 1: store talking about and increased sightings of the creature. When
Speaker 1: he did talk about the incident, it was only to
Speaker 1: his family. In nineteen sixty five, Bill saw the creature again.
Speaker 1: This time it was closer to home, and this time
Speaker 1: he was not alone. Six years had passed since Bill
Speaker 1: Lux Junior had his sighting on the pipeline cut. He
Speaker 1: had not gone back there since that time, and a
Speaker 1: lot had changed. His father had passed away, leaving Bill
Speaker 1: to support his mother and two sisters and run the
Speaker 1: farm alone. Bill took a part time job and foult
Speaker 1: to make ends meet, and Bill also got married. He,
Speaker 1: along with his new wife and younger sister, lived in
Speaker 1: a house that his grandfather built next to Highway seventy
Speaker 1: one and alongside Boggy Creek. Bill's oldest sister had married
Speaker 1: a few months earlier and moved to Springhill, Louisiana with
Speaker 1: her husband. Bill's mother spent most of her time in
Speaker 1: spring Hill, which is forty miles away. Locally, there was
Speaker 1: more talk of sightings of the creature and of footprints
Speaker 1: left in beanfields, as well as strange cries back in
Speaker 1: the deep woods and along the network of creeks around Fout.
Speaker 1: There were also reports of damaged fences and buildings, as
Speaker 1: well as missing farm animals. One Saturday afternoon in January
Speaker 1: of nineteen sixty five, Bill was working on his old truck,
Speaker 1: which was parked in the front yard just a few
Speaker 1: feet from his front door. His youngest sister and his
Speaker 1: wife were in the house. Bill had his head under
Speaker 1: the hood of the old vehicle, trying to discern its
Speaker 1: latest malady. It wasn't until his little feist dog had
Speaker 1: gotten between his feet that he noticed its shaking and whimpering.
Speaker 1: Bill looked around and he saw nothing, thinking it was
Speaker 1: frightened by another dog, a skunk, a raccoon, or any
Speaker 1: matter of critter that passes through the farm at times,
Speaker 1: but he still didn't see anything. Bill returned to his work,
Speaker 1: but the dog continued to whine. Bill looked under the
Speaker 1: truck and he saw nothing. He walked around the truck
Speaker 1: and saw nothing. He then noticed the dog was staring
Speaker 1: off across the road, which was about two hundred feet
Speaker 1: from the front of the house. Bill looked carefully at
Speaker 1: the tree line just on the other side of the pavement. There,
Speaker 1: next to a large oak tree, and somewhat in the shadows,
Speaker 1: was something stooping down watching Bill and the dog. He
Speaker 1: could tell it was large because of the size of
Speaker 1: the tree it was near. Bill tried not to give
Speaker 1: away the fact that he had seen it, and he
Speaker 1: scolded the dog and moved back to the front of
Speaker 1: the truck where he could look through the lower windshield
Speaker 1: and rear window to the woods on the other side
Speaker 1: of the road. It was still there, this time, it
Speaker 1: appeared to be sitting and watching. Bill called out quietly
Speaker 1: to his wife and his sister, asking one of them
Speaker 1: to bring him his rifle, which he kept beside his bed,
Speaker 1: and to put it just inside the open front door.
Speaker 1: Bill explained what was happening, and he told them to
Speaker 1: carefully look out the window towards the large tree across
Speaker 1: the road, and they both saw it. Bill picked up
Speaker 1: the little dog and went into the house, and he
Speaker 1: closed the front door after a delay of only a
Speaker 1: minute or so. He looked through the blinds of the window.
Speaker 1: The space next to the tree was empty. Bill picked
Speaker 1: up his rifle and went from window to window, checking
Speaker 1: all four sides of the house in case the creature
Speaker 1: came across the road onto the property, and he saw nothing.
Speaker 1: Bill estimated that the creature had been watching him for
Speaker 1: twenty minutes. The dog had been whining for at least
Speaker 1: ten minutes before Bill checked on him and saw the
Speaker 1: shadow next to the tree. This was the last time
Speaker 1: Bill saw the creature, but not the last time it
Speaker 1: would bring fear into their home. Over the next nine years,
Speaker 1: sightings continued around Falk and reached a peak in nineteen
Speaker 1: seventy four that got to the point where Bill installed
Speaker 1: floodlights on the corners of his house that would illuminate
Speaker 1: the yard for some one hundred feet away. He had
Speaker 1: the local power company put a light pole in his
Speaker 1: front yard with a bright light that would burn all night.
Speaker 1: He trimmed down the grass in small trees for two
Speaker 1: hundred feet around the house. For Bill and his family,
Speaker 1: there would be more occasions when they felt afraid. Each
Speaker 1: started much like the last, always at night. The three
Speaker 1: family dogs which slept outside the house and were known
Speaker 1: to chase anything on four legs, would begin wailing and
Speaker 1: barking and bashing into the front screen door, warning to
Speaker 1: get in. One of the family would open the door
Speaker 1: and almost get knocked down by the dogs, who would
Speaker 1: go behind the couch or under a bed. The door
Speaker 1: would be locked, blinds would be drawn if they weren't already,
Speaker 1: and all four spotlights would be turned on. Bill and
Speaker 1: one of his sons would pick up their weapons and
Speaker 1: go from window to window while the rest of the
Speaker 1: family sat quietly in the center of the dimly lit house.
Speaker 1: The progress of what was moving around outside could be
Speaker 1: tracked by watching the dogs. Their noses always pointed towards
Speaker 1: Boggy Creek, their heads slowly turned following what they were
Speaker 1: hearing and smelling. Once it was gone, they quit shivering
Speaker 1: and they came out from their hiding places. In the
Speaker 1: year two thousand, Bill and the family decided that they
Speaker 1: had had enough of farming and of the small town,
Speaker 1: uneasy life of Falk. They followed Bill's sister and moved
Speaker 1: to spring Hill. They joined the LDS Church there, and
Speaker 1: later the elder would be born. Sightings around Falk continued
Speaker 1: into the nineties, and on occasion they had still today,
Speaker 1: the old farmhouse Bill's grandfather built is no longer there.
Speaker 1: It's been replaced by a single wide trailer far back
Speaker 1: away from the road. The fields are there too, but
Speaker 1: most of the timber around the old lux farm is
Speaker 1: now cut and the field grows rows of soybeans. Old
Speaker 1: Highway seventy one still there, although the new highway has
Speaker 1: been built to speed along those folks going from Louisiana
Speaker 1: to Arkansas. And the creek Boggy Creek is still there
Speaker 1: just as it has been for centuries, and the creature will.
Speaker 1: Some of those who still live around Fout say he's
Speaker 1: still out there too. Thank you for listening to the podcast.
Speaker 1: I really do appreciate you, and we will see you
Speaker 1: guys on the next one. Thank you.