Speaker 1: In the summer of two thousand and two, I was
dating a girl named Cody who lived in Dover, Missouri.
The current population of Dover is less than one hundred people.
Cody and I dated for approximately five years. Her family
owned a well known apple orchard in Dover, Missouri, and
my girlfriend lived with her parents in a house that
overlooked the Missouri River and her house set on top
of a hill on the Missouri River bluffs. I dare
hunted this area for years and had always wondered why
the woods were always dead, silent, with no sounds of
life coming from any types of animals. There were a
few times I remember hearing large limbs snapping or sounds
of a tree falling over, but I thought it was
just calls from some of the natural occurrences. In many
years of hunting this property, I always wondered why I
never killed many deer, especially since I was hunting on
the edge of an apple orchard. The apple orchard sat
directly on top of the Missouri River bluffs, and there
was over one hundred acres of apple trees and hundreds
of acres of woods that the hills of the Missouri
River bluffs covered. There was an unlimited food supply, a
great water source from the river, high elevated hills, and
deep thick woods that you could get lost in if
you weren't familiar with the surrounding area. At the time
of my sighting, there were only two houses on this
gravel road. The first house was at the beginning of
the gravel road and my girlfriend's house was at the end.
The name of the road was coal Mine Road, and
the area is known to have several old coal mines
and caves running along the bluffs. I remember when I
I used to hunt this area back in two thousand
and one. In two thousand and two and I was
asked by the next door landowner whose family owned the
cattle farm directly across from the orchard, and he asked
me if I had seen any of his baby calves
because there were several of them missing. When he asked
me this, I had never put much thought into the
disappearance of the missing calves because he believed a big
cat or mountain lion or something related had killed the
calves and dragged them into the steep embankments of the bluffs.
After that, I never thought much about it until now.
What I'm about to tell you changed my life forever
and has put so much fear into my body that
my eyes will not stop tearing up as I write
this story. I have seen a lot of violent killings
working as a Kansas City police officer for fourteen years
then many of you will ever see in a lifetime.
Many times I have caught myself tearing up from sadness
and I've experienced on the job, but I was able
to stop the tears from coming out of my eyes.
Never in my life have I ever experienced tears running
down my face caused by extreme fear, even after being
shot at while working as a police officer. The fear
I'm describing to you is breathtaking and uncontrollable. The year
two thousand and two has forever changed me, and it
still haunts my mind of this day. It was a
hot summer night with clear skies in the year two
thousand and two, and the orchard was in the midst
of its apple season. I had just walked out of
my girlfriend's house at around three am and gotten into
my vehicle and was getting ready to head back to Lexington.
As I pulled out into the road, I drove slowly,
and I approached an S curve on the gravel road.
Left side of the road was all apple trees and
the right side was a cattle farm. And as I
began to round the first corner of an S curve,
I observed a large black creature down on all fours
and it was facing directly toward the cattle farm. At
that moment, I thought it was a black bear, but
black bears are uncommon for this area. Well, I slowed down,
and when my headlights fully illuminated the creature, I was
only fifteen feet away from it. When this happened, something
extraordinary occurred. The hair on the creature began to create
a shimmering effect, which caused the animal's hair to sparkle.
I believe this occurred because my headlights fully lit up
the creature's hair, which somehow reflected off my headlights. When
this happened, the creature was still down on all fours
in the middle of the gravel road. All of a sudden,
the creature turned its head directly into my headlights and
I observed two large piercing green eyes that began to glow.
It turned and scurried off the gravel road. Toward the
apple orchard, and out of my field of view, it
vanished into the dark. I drove further and began to
look out my driver's side window, and then the creature
suddenly appeared again, standing upright on two feet within ten
to fifteen feet of my vehicle. Well, I was in
shock when I first observed what appeared to be a
giant ape like creature towering above my vehicle. It stood broadsided,
looking directly at me while I slowly drove by. He
wouldn't move, and he just stood there facing me like
a statue, as if he believed I couldn't see him.
The giant, male ape like creature stood eight feet tall
and had to weigh eight hundred pounds. It was solid muscle.
I could see his huge pectoral chest muscles and his
big shoulders, and there was no doubt about the sex
of the creature. It was a male. The long, matted
hair appeared to be black, with gray hair mixed in
here and there, and the arms were long and hung
down to the knee caps. The hair on its arms
seemed to cover its hands and even its fingers, so
I couldn't see those. I could tell where the knee
caps were located on the creature because the legs were
slightly bent at the knees. The upper part of the creature,
starting from its waist up to its head, was definitely
longer than its waist going down to the ground. Its
face was covered in long, thick, straight hair. The long
facial hair hung down covering the face, so I couldn't
see any facial features. The creature appeared to have a
body builder physique with tree trunk looking thick legs. I
couldn't see it its feet because it was standing in
a small ditch and it was grassy. At the time
of my sighting. The whole encounter lasted maybe ten seconds,
and I was moving. I never stopped my vehicle or
attempted to take a picture of the creature. In two
thousand and two, during that time, I only had a
flip phone. The creature never tried to attack my vehicle
and never moved during the time I slowly drove past.
I believe it didn't think I could see him. Some
people believe they can naturally blend in with their environment.
It scared me so bad. Once I drove past the creature,
I dropped down into second gear and I almost killed
the engine. Thank god that didn't happen, because I would
have probably died from a heart attack. When I got
back home to Lexington, I told my parents and my
brother what happened. Is still to this day they believed me.
I had never told any of my friends or ex
girlfriend until recently, about six months ago, I reached back
out to the owner of the cattle farm, who I
had talked to in two thousand and two. I hadn't
spoken to him in eighteen years, but I asked him
about the missing baby calves and this is what he
told me. In two thousand and two, my dad kept
having baby calves come up missing, and we believed a
big cat was killing them and dragging them off in
the timber. My family spent a week during that time
searching the property for any signs of the calves. We
searched that property up and down and never located any
sign of the calves being killed or dragged away. The
calves simply disappeared and there were never any bones found.
Thanks for letting me share my story, and you are
more than welcome to use my name in place of
employment in this story. I hope whoever is listening from
the Missouri area, will please come forward and tell their story.
There has to be many more people in the state
of Missouri who have had encounters with this elusive creature.
Everyone I work with at the police Department has heard
my story, and recently I had two other coworkers tell
me about their experiences and encounters with the legendary creature.
I believe this creature is extremely smart and tries to
avoid human detection at all costs. My sighting was during
the summer, but I have spoken to multiple people here
in Missouri that have wintertime encounters with this amazing creature.
This makes me wonder if these creatures are just passing
by or are they actually staying around in the area
year round. One of the guys used to live near
my hometown of Lexington, and he told me about a
daytime encounter he experienced in the winter of nineteen ninety
four while bird hunting some friends near Concordia. His story
is absolutely amazing. My cousin has had three encounters on
a conservation ground called Baltimore Blend, which is located four
miles east of my siding on the Missouri River. In
one of his encounters, he had fire shot at the
creature because it was stalking him while he was hunting
for squirrels. The Baltimore Blend Conservation area is a prime
area to locate the creature because in this particular area
there is a huge apple orchard called Baltimore Ben Vineyard
that produces fruits for the winery in Waverley. The above
picture is drawn by Gavin and Gage. I can't pronounce
our last name, and I probably shouldn't give it out.
They are eleven years old and they are twins. Their
father is named Michael. He took the picture of me
holding the Bigfoot picture. Amazing artists at such a young age,
they do incredible work. I would like to personally thank
them for drawing this picture and doing such an amazing job.
I couldn't have asked for anything better than that. Thank you.
I live in the Mississippi Delta, where I spend a
lot of my spare time looking for Native American artifacts.
We have more First Nation sites in our county and
those surrounding it than the entire rest of the state
of Mississippi. It was on one of these days, back
in two thousand and nine, when I was at an
Antebellum home built on an Indian mound with three more
mounds around it. It was located around a mile and
a half to two miles from the Mississippi River. This
was a property I'd been too many times in my life.
A close friend of mine grew up there. Although the
place is definitely haunted, that's a story for another day.
Oh dude, I want to wait on that story. Send
us that story. That's a good one. I love haunted
our stories. Anyway, back to the story. One story that
is relevant, though, is the time my friend's grandfather thought
someone was trying to break into their cars. He crept
outside with a baseball bat and followed the culprit around
the house. It wasn't until he got in the moonlight
that he realized this thing was two feet taller than him.
My friend's grandfather backed away and went back inside to
get his ten gauge shotgun. When he came back outside,
now fully armed, he saw the thing running across the
big Indian mound. It was a story my friend was
fond of telling, but I never gave it much thought
until that day in two thousand and nine. By that time,
my friend's family had moved away from the place. I
like to look for arrowheads when they're telling fields and
we've had some rain on this day. I brought my
two dogs and Drego. Other than that, I was alone.
Ivan was one hundred and sixty five pounds South American
borble boe r boe s borble, I think that's right.
And there was Drego. He's a half American bulldog and
half Napoleon Mastiff who weighed one hundred and fifty five pounds. Borbels,
for those who don't know, are bred for the sole
purpose of protecting kids and property in Africa. They have
been known to kill leopards. These two dogs weren't afraid
of anything. I was walking between a mound in the
woods when I noticed how quiet it was. The normal
sounds you'd expect to hear when wandering around out in
the country, especially that close to the woods, just weren't there.
It was then that I realized my dogs weren't acting right.
The area was eighty yards wide and I was somewhere
in the middle looking at various rocks pottery that I
was finding, when all of a sudden, both dogs looked
at the same point in the woods and they started growling.
Then they both took off running towards that spot in
the woods. They were only thirty feet in when I
completely lost sight of them. Just as the dogs broke
through the thicket, something let loose with the most bone shattering,
heart stopping guttural growl I've ever heard. I didn't just
hear it, I felt it in my chest. And then
something else happened that stopped me in my tracks. Drago
began hollering, not out of pain, but out of fear.
I never knew him to be afraid of anything, and
I mean anything. Both dogs came tearing out of the
woods with their ears pinned back and their tails tucked,
and made a beeline for me. They hunkered down and
cowered down behind me, as if I was going to
protect them. Whatever the thing was that had just made
the scariest noise I've ever heard frightened my dogs so
bad they two of the fiercest dogs I've ever known,
wanted me to protect them. I barely had time to
figure out what was wrong with them when they both
bolted for my truck. These two dogs cleared the tailgate
of my Dodge Diesel and hopped into the bed like
it was nothing. Needless to say I wasn't far behind them.
People have asked me why I don't go there much anymore.
I don't tell them the truth. Who would believe me? Normally,
I just say I got burned out on that spot
and I'll leave it at that. It took a while,
but I did go back on occasion. I don't take
my dogs with me anymore, but I do carry an
AR ten and a glock ten millimeter, and I don't
turn my back on the woods. Okay. The video that
I uploaded yesterday, it's called a Sheep Squatch, had about
five men and it's of a candid conversation between myself,
Will Jevining, Tom with Creek Devil, and Neo m Finn.
It wasn't really part of the interview. It was just
part of a conversation that we were having after you know,
it was all over. Well. I listened to it and
I thought it was kind of funny. I thought people
would get a kick out of it. But apparently we've
offended some people, and that's what was never the intention.
According to some commenters, we're ridiculing people who have had
experiences and we're being I don't know, and I have
to go through this about every six months or year,
because there is this certain segment of the Bigfoot world
people who follow this topic like it's a religion and
they and they are also people who look for ways
to be offended. That's very common in this culture. This
looking for a way to stand out and be offended
and being salted. It is common in our culture. I
don't have that, and so it's hard for me to
be real careful about that stuff because I grew up
I don't know people making fun of me all the time,
telling me I'm full of crap, and me laughing and
often them laughing with me, and everything stays happy. And
I don't know where all of this stuff comes from.
Let me tell you a little bit something about this channel,
and I'm just going I'm just being repetitive about some
things I've said before. I am not part of the
Bigfoot community. I don't want to be a part of
that Bigfoot community, so I don't project that image and
I don't come across that way because I'm not in
that group. I don't watch Bigfoot videos twenty four hours
a day. I just do my own thing, and I
go to work and I spend time with my family,
It's just not a huge interest for me. But I
do love these stories. I love the encounter stories, and
I have never once this September, I will have been
doing this three years. I have never once in the
whole time I've done this channel ridiculed a single person
who has had a bigfoot encounter. Never yet. I'm accused
of that when a segment of a video comes up
where people talk candidly about their thoughts on bigfoot. And
so I saw a meme not too long ago, and
it was like someone doing a podcast or a video says,
if you'd like to see this video, open the description below,
click on the link that says ABC and you'll be
able to watch this video and the meme above it
is a viewer looking at it, going, hey, where can
we watch that video. It's like in the comment section,
I'm not recreating the meme very well here, but you
get my point. You're not listening to what we're saying.
Your looking for anything anybody says so you can pounce
on them. And I thought, really about six or eight
months ago that we had rid ourselves of all these
bigfoot Uh there's a certain segment in the bigfoot community
that is very serious. They're very strong, they're very orthodox.
You can't you cannot waver off of this little lane
and get into other areas. Are you? Are you? They
ridicule you. They don't have any problem ridiculing you. So,
just to be clear, this channel is not like that.
We're not I'm not an advocate for Bigfoot. I don't
care if Bigfoot exists or not. It has no effect
on my life at all. I don't care if dog
Man exists. I don't care. That's one thing I like
about Will Jevining. I was telling him all this stuff.
He doesn't give a crap what I think about that.
He and I are still friends. Will Jevining has his
opinions on things. I have my opinions on things. Mark
Knubel and Larry Porch have their opinions on things. And
there are two dozen other out there who share their
thoughts and creativity with you on Bigfoot. They have all
their own opinions on things. We don't all agree. I mean,
there's no way people are all going to agree on
the same thing. So I'm asking you to please look
at this channel as entertainment. I'm not here for people
to come for therapy. That's not what I do. This
is I'm not a Bigfoot evangelists, Bigfoot politics, the Baptist Church,
the Catholic Church, the Mormon Church, none of that is
my religion. I don't care about any of that stuff.
I just want to tell you stories and I want
this channel to be fun for people. Here's the deal.
We're getting in about twenty to fifty thousand views per video.
So let's just say we get twenty thousand views per
video per story video, about two thousand of those are
the Bigfoot people. Now, in that two thousand, there are
some great people. There are some great people. But out
of that two thousand, of the twenty thousand, there's about
one hundred who are just total jerks, total Bigfoot orthodox jerks.
And those are the people who make the comments like
you'll see in my last video. And I hoped like
crazy that we had read ourselves of all those people,
but apparently we haven't. And so to those one hundred
people out of the twenty thousand who watch my videos,
this message is for you. I don't care if you
go away or not. I hope you do. I hope
you can hide my chainanel from your recommend feed I
don't care, And then I've got all these people who
are so concerned that my channel is taking a hit.
Let me be clear, I have a day job. I
do this for fun. Yes, YouTube past me for running
ads in the videos, but that's not my source of income.
My source of income is my job. It's a job
I've had since I was sixteen years old. I've got
a lot of time invested in it. I do this
because I wanted to do something outside of the construction industry.
I love reading, I love writing, I love telling stories.
I really love the out of twenty thousand, nineteen thousand,
nine hundred of you enjoy those stories. That's what really
gives me the stem. And so I love all the
people who are always so nice in the comment section.
And there's thousands of people out there per video that
listen to these videos who never comment, and when they
see what you write in some of these comments, I
know they're rolling their eyes. Let me get back to
the demographics of who's watching. So of twenty thousand people
watching my videos, there's probably two thousand who are bigfoot
people who are interested in the bigfoot topic. But the
other eighteen thousand people could care less about Bigfoot. They
just love hearing a good narrated story. Bigfoot stories are
exciting stories. They just are. They always are, they always
have been. So they come over for the stories. And
when they see all this crap going on, you know,
I know, it turns them off to the whole Bigfoot community.
And I get accused all the time because I do fiction.
I do fun stories. I do funny stories. I used
to do stories by kids, and people tell me that
I'm hurting the calls of Bigfoot over and over and over.
I can't tell you how many emails and comments of
people saying that I'm ruining the credibility of the topic. No,
you are. You are ruining the credibility of the topic.
I went out and I found an audience that could
care less about Bigfoot. But it's getting exposed to Bigfoot now.
I don't care if they believe in Bigfoot or not.
All I care about is that I do a good
story for them. But you apparently care if they believe
in Bigfoot. And all you do over and over and
over is run people off. You turn people off. I'm
not the one doing it. I'm drawing people into the topic.
You're running them off. So put that in the bank
next time you want to make a nasty comment on
somebody's video, because others are out there reading them. They're
the people that think you're nuts. They're the people who
don't want to have anything to do with this topic
other than through the Internet and have a virtual presence
just listening about the topic. You can listen to me
or not. You can believe me or not. But everything
I've told you is grounded. Everything is grounded in logic,
and it's true. It's true. I look at my demographics
and my analytics. I know who's watching these videos. I
know the age groups, I know what their interests are.
I see the other channels that they watch. I'm telling you,
out of twenty eighteen thousand, people aren't into this bigfoot topic.
They're just into narrated stories and they kind of stumble
on the channel and I'm like, hey, this is pretty cool,
But you orthodox crazy bigfoot people who want everything to
stay the same all the time. You used to love
my channel. You wished my channel hadn't changed. My channel
hasn't changed a bit. I've always done stories. I'm still
narrating stories. After about a year I started doing interviews
I'm still doing interviews. I'm just presenting them in a
little different way. There's nothing that's changed about the channel. Nothing.
And if you don't like my channel and you don't
think I'm bringing legitimacy or respect to the Bigfoot topic,
I don't care what you think. I'm not trying to
gain credibility because i don't want to be included in
that number of people in the Bigfoot community. Matter of fact,
I'm gonna avoid you, gonna avoid you, all right. I
don't know. Those comments just drove me crazy, and I'm like,
who was offended? Who? Who did we ridicule? We didn't
ridicule anything. The only thing I said that I said
and the whole interview was if somebody tells me that
they're having mine speak with a wolf, they're full of crap.
I'm gonna tell them you're full of crap. And if
they're a well balanced person, they're gonna go, oh no,
I'm not full of crap. I really do talk to them,
and I'll go really tell me about it, or we're
gonna laugh at all or something like that. But no,
oh no, no, we can't. We can't go down that road.
We have to go to the offended road and the
ridicule road. That was not what was happening in that
interview at all, at all. So all right, I've talked enough.
I hope you continue to enjoy these stories because I'm
just gonna keep doing the same thing I've always done,
is share with you viewer encounter stories. And if you're
in this orthodox, crabby, old nasty Bigfoot group, I hope
you leave. I hope this makes you so mad that
you're gonna leave and go all over the internet and
talk about what a jackass cam Buckner is. Go ahead
and do it. That's fine, Just do it. People will
flood in like crazy and they'll watch my videos. Go ahead,
all right, I got to get back to work. Hope
you guys enjoyed the story. I have this bad problem
with the truth, and what I'm speaking is the truth.
All Right, you guys have a good week. We'll see
on the next video.