Speaker 1: Thirty years ago, when I was a young teenager in
Speaker 1: West Tennessee, I frequented the woods to go hunting after
Speaker 1: school and on the weekends. On one such weekend, my
Speaker 1: father and older brothers set up a deer stand in
Speaker 1: a large uninhabited forest near our home. The stand had
Speaker 1: a ladder and a sitting area on the top. It
Speaker 1: was sent several hundred yards into the woods, and it
Speaker 1: was twelve feet off the ground. On a cold and
Speaker 1: quiet November morning, I was in the stand with my
Speaker 1: two seventy rifle waiting for that big buck to come through.
Speaker 1: I'd gotten to the deer stand early that morning, and
Speaker 1: after a couple of hours of sitting in the dark,
Speaker 1: daylight finally made its appearance. I started to hear lumbering,
Speaker 1: bipedal footsteps coming from my left side, crunching and snapping
Speaker 1: the leaves as they went forward. It couldn't have been
Speaker 1: a deer, because even the most heavy footed buck still
Speaker 1: sounded like a squirrel on the ground to me, if
Speaker 1: that made any noise at all. But the sound was different,
Speaker 1: so many things started crossing my mind about what it
Speaker 1: could be. I knew it wasn't a deer, and it
Speaker 1: was unlikely that it was another hunter because no one
Speaker 1: lived nearby. Even then, the footsteps were far too heavy
Speaker 1: to be a human. I thought maybe someone's cow got
Speaker 1: loose and was wandering through the woods, but there were
Speaker 1: no cows in the nearby area, and certainly none that
Speaker 1: walked on two feet. Whatever it was, it had my
Speaker 1: full attention. The footsteps were so heavy that I was
Speaker 1: sure I would see whatever it was because the woods
Speaker 1: weren't very dense. All the leaves had fallen to the
Speaker 1: ground by that point in the season, and I could
Speaker 1: easily see sixty yards through the trees. The footsteps stopped occasion,
Speaker 1: as if they were checking out the surroundings and smelling
Speaker 1: the air, and then they continued toward me. This happened
Speaker 1: several times until they were I guessed fifteen yards from me.
Speaker 1: I was on the edge, to say the least. I
Speaker 1: had my weapon ready, but I never took off the safety,
Speaker 1: and I never pointed it at anything because it was
Speaker 1: nothing to point out. I scanned the area in the
Speaker 1: state of confusion because I was clearly hearing these footsteps,
Speaker 1: but there was absolutely no living thing to be seen
Speaker 1: anywhere around me. It was moving invisibly through the woods
Speaker 1: without disturbing a single twig or branch. I didn't know
Speaker 1: what else to do but sit there and be still
Speaker 1: and be as quiet as I could until it was gone.
Speaker 1: At one point it must have seen or smelled me,
Speaker 1: because I heard it turn around and move in the
Speaker 1: opposite direction. And when the sound of its footsteps faded
Speaker 1: to nothing, I exited the deer stand and I went
Speaker 1: back home, and I looked over my shoulder the whole
Speaker 1: way back. The incident left me baffled. There was simply
Speaker 1: no way that I would not have been able to
Speaker 1: see this creature. I've heard other stories of similar experiences
Speaker 1: people have had about hearing something close by but never
Speaker 1: seeing it, and recently I heard of the concept that
Speaker 1: bigfoot have cloaking abilities. I have never experienced anything like
Speaker 1: that again, nor do I want to. Maybe it saw
Speaker 1: my weapon and decided to go in another direction. Maybe
Speaker 1: it was a cloak to bigfoot or something else paranormal.
Speaker 1: No matter what it was, I couldn't see it, though
Speaker 1: I'm sure it could see me. That's enough to make
Speaker 1: a young teenager think twice about going into the woods again.
Speaker 1: Thank you for the work that you do on these podcasts.
Speaker 1: You're welcome. Sharing all these people's experiences has helped many
Speaker 1: of us realize that strange occurrences are more frequent than
Speaker 1: one might assume. Yes, that is true to the writer.
Speaker 1: He didn't say to I don't think he said to
Speaker 1: say his names. All won't. But fear's as he knows
Speaker 1: who it is. That is true people, I mean, not
Speaker 1: just by you know, the evidence are the fact that
Speaker 1: I get so many emails is that strange things happen
Speaker 1: out in the woods. But this is a small podcast,
Speaker 1: and you know, we get hundreds of letters from people
Speaker 1: describing every kind of weird thing you can imagine. But
Speaker 1: just imagine all the people who actually do experience it,
Speaker 1: who've never heard this podcast. They don't send them in.
Speaker 1: I mean, the numbers must be huge, and it makes
Speaker 1: you wonder what's going on out in the woods. I've
Speaker 1: never experienced anything really weird. There has been something going
Speaker 1: on lately here around yet y'all know, I don't really
Speaker 1: show it much anymore, about me taking my dog's walking
Speaker 1: every morning around a path that we have and my
Speaker 1: property and my neighbors perty, and it's just a good
Speaker 1: relaxing time for me, you know. I ride my bike
Speaker 1: or I walk or whatever, and it's quiet, especially this
Speaker 1: time of year. It's so quiet. In the fall, the
Speaker 1: bugs are quiet, and I don't know, it's just real
Speaker 1: peaceful out there, and the sun's coming up. It's so pretty.
Speaker 1: But this thing's been happening, and it's never happened before.
Speaker 1: I did have five dogs. I've only got three now,
Speaker 1: and there's one that stays home. She never goes walking
Speaker 1: with us. She's my little pug. She's little, the little
Speaker 1: she's her highness. She thinks she doesn't have to exercise,
Speaker 1: and so she doesn't. But I've got two dogs that
Speaker 1: usually go with me, and normally they know our route.
Speaker 1: They're way ahead of me, sometimes where I can't even
Speaker 1: see them, or they get hung up on a smell
Speaker 1: behind me and I get way ahead of them. So
Speaker 1: half the time I'm riding or walking that route, I
Speaker 1: never know where they are. They're out in the woods sniffing,
Speaker 1: and you know what dogs do. But the last couple
Speaker 1: of weeks, there's been two days where we get to
Speaker 1: my neighbor's property and we're about to go on his
Speaker 1: property and they just stop and they will not go
Speaker 1: any further. And they've never done that, and I get
Speaker 1: frustrated with them. I'll get one hundred yards ahead of them.
Speaker 1: I can see them, maybe down a levee or down
Speaker 1: a you know, a straight path, and I'll start whistling
Speaker 1: at them and calling to them to come on, and
Speaker 1: they just stand there and look at me, and they
Speaker 1: won't come. They won't do it, and so I'll have
Speaker 1: I mean, I don't want to leave them if these
Speaker 1: dogs follow me everywhere, But if I left them, I
Speaker 1: don't know where they would go. They might wander off
Speaker 1: in the woods, and I don't want them to do that.
Speaker 1: So I want them. Keep them close where I'm keep
Speaker 1: an eye on them and call them back when they
Speaker 1: run off. But so I go back and we just
Speaker 1: go home. They don't, they don't want to do it. It's
Speaker 1: happened twice. I have no idea what that's all about.
Speaker 1: We have had some some uh I want to call
Speaker 1: them wild dogs or stray dogs. And this county is
Speaker 1: full of stray dogs, and we're lucky that we don't
Speaker 1: get too many come up on this property. But when
Speaker 1: they do, they usually kill a couple of chickens or
Speaker 1: and most of the time when we're not here, sometimes
Speaker 1: we come back, we'll have lost eight or nine chickens.
Speaker 1: They're just laying out in the yard dead. As a
Speaker 1: matter of fact, that happened about three weeks ago. We
Speaker 1: think we lost six or eight. We had our flock
Speaker 1: up to about thirty or thirty five birds, and we're
Speaker 1: now down to maybe twenty five twenty eight birds. And
Speaker 1: we've just lost a We've just lost a lot of chickens.
Speaker 1: But and then the other day I was sitting in
Speaker 1: here working and I saw this flash. I had my
Speaker 1: door open. I saw this flash go by the front
Speaker 1: of my little recording working shock out here, and I
Speaker 1: jump outside and there's this big, old, muscled up, tan
Speaker 1: colored pit bull chasing my chickens. He was trying to
Speaker 1: kill him. I keep a shotgun right next to the door.
Speaker 1: I raised it up a shot behind him. I had
Speaker 1: the beat on him. My instinct was to shoot him,
Speaker 1: but I just can't shoot a dog unless they need
Speaker 1: to be shot, and this dog had a collar on.
Speaker 1: I didn't want to kill somebody's dog, but I did
Speaker 1: want to run him off, so I shot, and I
Speaker 1: may have peppered his butt just a little bit with
Speaker 1: some gravel. I didn't hit him with any shot. But
Speaker 1: I made sure that he knew that this was not
Speaker 1: a good place to be, and he ran around the
Speaker 1: house and I've never seen him again. I don't know
Speaker 1: where he went. I don't know what was happening, but man,
Speaker 1: that was a big old It's like one of those
Speaker 1: big pit bull, muscled up bodybuild of dogs you see
Speaker 1: in these pictures on the internet. I kind of wonder
Speaker 1: if these dogs are not marking out there and my
Speaker 1: archiotes maybe, and my dogs aren't wanting to cross that
Speaker 1: barrier normally they want to. They kind of claim that
Speaker 1: area as their own. That's a long story to say.
Speaker 1: There are weird things that happen in the woods, and
Speaker 1: they don't really happen to me. I've never had anything
Speaker 1: really strange. I've always enjoyed being in nature and looking
Speaker 1: at the wildlife and just being in a peaceful place.
Speaker 1: Sometimes I'll take a long chair and just walk right
Speaker 1: out in the middle of the woods and sit down,
Speaker 1: and I'll just sit there and read a book. It's
Speaker 1: the most peaceful. If you have any woods near you,
Speaker 1: you ought to try that. Pick up a book, take
Speaker 1: you a light long chair, just walk out in the
Speaker 1: middle of the woods, find you a log or a
Speaker 1: stump to prop your feed up on and kick back
Speaker 1: and read a book for a couple hours. You will
Speaker 1: love it. It's if you like peace and solitude. It's
Speaker 1: really something fun to do. All right, how about we
Speaker 1: go to another story. Thanks for listening to my yacking.
Speaker 1: All right, all right, thank you for clicking on the video.
Speaker 1: We got five five five, not five five, not five
Speaker 1: five five, just five Bigfoot stories in this podcast. I
Speaker 1: really hope you like it. Most people like the Bigfoot
Speaker 1: stories I get. So I made her and found five
Speaker 1: Bigfoot stories for this podcast, just for the Bigfoot people.
Speaker 1: And I appreciate you clicking on the video. Now, y'all
Speaker 1: ready for some stories. All right, here we go. I'm
Speaker 1: from South End in the UK, which is about thirty
Speaker 1: five miles east of London. Ten years ago, when I
Speaker 1: was seventeen, my sister, our friend and I went out
Speaker 1: for a walk one evening. We ended up on a
Speaker 1: new road that had only been opened for maybe a year.
Speaker 1: It was in the middle of a farmer's field and
Speaker 1: near an old World War II bunker. They were round
Speaker 1: and reinforced concrete buildings that were dotted all around southeast
Speaker 1: England and were used as lookouts for German aircraft. This
Speaker 1: bunker hadn't been used since the war. One of the
Speaker 1: doorways had been blocked up with dirt and overgrown with plants,
Speaker 1: and just behind it was a long dirt footpath with
Speaker 1: trees hugging both sides. When we got to the bunker,
Speaker 1: our friend Matt went inside to explore it. My sister
Speaker 1: and I stayed on the path and we joked with
Speaker 1: him that he shouldn't get scared. Don't get scared, we said,
Speaker 1: But just as we started to tease him, we heard
Speaker 1: a noise coming from the trees to our right. When
Speaker 1: we turned to look, we saw what I can only
Speaker 1: describe as a thing. It had two large red eyes,
Speaker 1: at least seven feet high, and it crashed through the
Speaker 1: trees toward us like a derailed train. I couldn't call
Speaker 1: it a monster, and I can't call it a human
Speaker 1: because all we saw were the eyes. My sister and
Speaker 1: I ran for our lives, shouting at Matt as we
Speaker 1: went to get the hell out of there, And when
Speaker 1: we made it back to the road in the field again,
Speaker 1: my sister and I stopped to catch our breath. We
Speaker 1: looked worriedly back toward the wooded area, but Matt still
Speaker 1: hadn't come out, and we were both bouncing on our
Speaker 1: toes and pacing restlessly, half expecting to hear him scream
Speaker 1: or cry for help, and half expecting to see the
Speaker 1: eyes chase after us again. After the longest five seconds
Speaker 1: of my life, we saw Matt sprinting out of the
Speaker 1: wooded area, and when he got to us, we ran
Speaker 1: the rest of the way home, looking over our shoulders
Speaker 1: the whole way. I'm not sure if this is connected
Speaker 1: at all, but something strange happened. Two weeks later. I
Speaker 1: had gotten up from a deep sleep in the middle
Speaker 1: of the night to get some water, and when I
Speaker 1: looked out my window I saw a bright, glowing light
Speaker 1: hovering twenty feet from the ground. I watched it for
Speaker 1: an entire minute as it floated motionlessly, and then in
Speaker 1: the blink of an eye, it shot up into the
Speaker 1: air and it was gone. Out of caution, I looked
Speaker 1: in the direction of the bunker, sort of expecting to
Speaker 1: see the glow of the red eyes again. Thankfully, I
Speaker 1: didn't see anything but the darkness of the woods I
Speaker 1: couldn't get over or the coincidence, though, What are the
Speaker 1: chances of two strange events like this happening in the
Speaker 1: same area just two weeks apart. Maybe the light was
Speaker 1: looking for the creature, or maybe it wasn't related at all.
Speaker 1: Either way, I started locking my windows after that. Stay
Speaker 1: safe in this weird time. Oh man, what a good story.
Speaker 1: Thank you for that story from England, thirty five miles
Speaker 1: east of London. Wow, that's pretty cool. Was it a ufo?
Speaker 1: Was it a bigfoot? Was it some kind of demon?
Speaker 1: I don't know. I don't know. You never know on
Speaker 1: these things, but this was really good. I love these
Speaker 1: stories from the UK. Certainly appreciate the writer sending it. Okay,
Speaker 1: here's an email about the Alabama White Thing. My wife
Speaker 1: and I bought property in Coleman, Alabama a few years ago,
Speaker 1: and not long after moving in, we heard a story
Speaker 1: about a sighting of the Alabama White Thing. My wife
Speaker 1: was talking to someone at the beauty shop and they
Speaker 1: told her about a sighting that occurred only a mile
Speaker 1: from where she lived. According to the story, ten years earlier,
Speaker 1: a young man was visiting his folks who lived down
Speaker 1: the road. When he left to go home, he witnessed
Speaker 1: a large white animal running across the field on all fours.
Speaker 1: The animal stood up at the edge of the field,
Speaker 1: stepped over a barb wire fence, and walked into the
Speaker 1: woods on two feet. After hearing this story, my wife
Speaker 1: asked me about Bigfoot and whether or not I believed
Speaker 1: in it and if I thought the creature was still
Speaker 1: lurking in the area. While I was honest and I
Speaker 1: told her I had seen so many unusual things that
Speaker 1: did not discount the possibility that some sort of humanoid
Speaker 1: throwback existed. And I also told her I had no
Speaker 1: idea if the creature was still in the area, but
Speaker 1: I thought it was unlikely. What she didn't know is
Speaker 1: that I have a number of friends who say they
Speaker 1: have witnessed a bit foot type creatures. One in particular,
Speaker 1: was witnessed by four separate people at the same time
Speaker 1: in Blunt County, just thirty miles from where we live.
Speaker 1: According to the story, the group was hunting in the
Speaker 1: woods on a mountain. It was late at night, and
Speaker 1: the dogs were out ahead of the group, chasing raccoons.
Speaker 1: They were following a creek bed when all of a sudden,
Speaker 1: the dogs came running past the hunters yelping what their
Speaker 1: tails took low. My friend said that they rounded a
Speaker 1: corner in a creek when a large, hair covered creature
Speaker 1: stood up and ran across the water in up a
Speaker 1: steep bank. The creature used its hands to grab roots
Speaker 1: and tree branches to climb out, and then disappeared into
Speaker 1: the darkness. Now I was not a stranger to these tails,
Speaker 1: but my wife had never even thought about such things
Speaker 1: until she learned about the white Thing. When her curiosity grew,
Speaker 1: I eventually told her the various sightings I had been
Speaker 1: aware of around the area over the years. Well, not
Speaker 1: long after that, in December of twenty twenty three, she
Speaker 1: came home again with yet another story about the white thing.
Speaker 1: This time it was a more recent story, and in
Speaker 1: this story, a coworker said that one night, the herd
Speaker 1: of ruckus in the woods behind their house. The noise
Speaker 1: was a mix between a baby crying and a woman's
Speaker 1: screaming bloody murder. Days later, the same people said that
Speaker 1: they went out at the break of day to carry
Speaker 1: out the garbage or something like that, when they saw
Speaker 1: a large, white haired creature walk behind their barn and
Speaker 1: disappear into the woods. I have come to believe that
Speaker 1: these creatures lurk much closer to civilization than most people realize.
Speaker 1: Since many of these stories happen right where I live,
Speaker 1: I've taken up an interest in cryptis and I'm looking
Speaker 1: for a group of like minded people who are willing
Speaker 1: to share stories and information. To any of your listeners
Speaker 1: who live in Alabama and have heard about the White Thing,
Speaker 1: be careful out there. You are not alone. I hope
Speaker 1: you find a group in Alabama to kind of settle
Speaker 1: your curiosity and your newfound enthusiasm to look for cryptids.
Speaker 1: You can I know my friend cat Rabbit has a
Speaker 1: little group that they get together, and Lenita Bright, She's
Speaker 1: has claimed she has bigfoot come on her property all
Speaker 1: the time. You can probably look them up on Facebook.
Speaker 1: I'm trying to think of the name of cat Rabbits group.
Speaker 1: Maybe it's Alabama Bigfoot Hunters or something like that. But
Speaker 1: if the writer will email me, I'll connect you with them.
Speaker 1: But this white thing, this bigfoot, this white thing, Alabama
Speaker 1: white thing phenomenon is coming up more and more. And
Speaker 1: I don't know if it was because I've come across
Speaker 1: a few stories and read them on the pot cast,
Speaker 1: but it's almost like the there's two, two or three.
Speaker 1: Let's see, there's three that I can that come to mind.
Speaker 1: Number one the stories that recur a lot is the
Speaker 1: Jersey Giant and the pine barrens of the northeastern United States.
Speaker 1: I think they're in Pennsylvania and New Jersey, I don't know.
Speaker 1: And then there is the Mogolon. I know it's mogi on,
Speaker 1: but I call it moglon because the l is a L.
Speaker 1: It's not silent. It is in Spanish but not in English,
Speaker 1: so I call it the Moglon monster out in Arizona.
Speaker 1: Got tons of stories of that, the Jersey Giant, and
Speaker 1: then Momo in Missouri, the Missouri Momo monster, which is
Speaker 1: a bigfoot. I bet I've gotten a dozen of those.
Speaker 1: So you got the Jersey Giant, the Alabama and now
Speaker 1: we have the Alabama white Things. So you got the
Speaker 1: Jersey Giant, Oglon monster, Momo in Missouri, and now the
Speaker 1: white Thing. And these are local tales about creatures that
Speaker 1: creep around in the woods and people see them all
Speaker 1: the time. I mean, I've gotten tons of emails on
Speaker 1: all these, and it really is an interesting phenomenon. So
Speaker 1: thank you to the writer for this email. It was
Speaker 1: really good. I enjoyed it. Thank you. All right. This
Speaker 1: is a Mississippi story. This is a good one. One
Speaker 1: time in Mississippi, I was on my way to work
Speaker 1: on a billboard. To get there, I had to drive
Speaker 1: on a hidden road with three houses on it. Two
Speaker 1: of the houses were abandoned, but an old man lived
Speaker 1: in the third one. Both of the abandoned houses had
Speaker 1: cars and trucks and even campers parked out front. Everything
Speaker 1: looked like it was just left behind. As I was
Speaker 1: heading to the end of the road, the old man
Speaker 1: came out and we got to talking, and he asked
Speaker 1: if I believed in squats, and I told him, yeah,
Speaker 1: I believe any That's when he told me about the
Speaker 1: two other houses. A couple and their children moved into
Speaker 1: one of the houses, and for about two years, the
Speaker 1: old man would hear gunshots from their direction in the
Speaker 1: middle of the night. He said, gunfire out there is
Speaker 1: normal since they're in the woods and have black bears
Speaker 1: to deal with, so he didn't think about it too much.
Speaker 1: But one day he was going down the road when
Speaker 1: the neighbor man walked out and stopped him. He asked
Speaker 1: him if he had seen something creeping around his house
Speaker 1: in the middle of the night and beating on his house. Well,
Speaker 1: the old man told him no, but said that there
Speaker 1: were lots of critters out theres that would do such
Speaker 1: a thing. The neighbor asked him if the critters that
Speaker 1: he was talking about were eight or nine feet tall
Speaker 1: with hair all over them, and the man was honest
Speaker 1: and he said, yes, there are what people call bigfoot
Speaker 1: living in these woods, but to just ignore them, and
Speaker 1: if they come, shoot once or twice in their direction
Speaker 1: and they should leave you alone. Two weeks later, the
Speaker 1: old man was woken up in the middle of the
Speaker 1: night by multiple gunshots and he heard something screaming louder
Speaker 1: than anything he had ever heard. The next afternoon, when
Speaker 1: he was heading to the store, he noticed a moving
Speaker 1: truck in front of his neighbor's house, and as he
Speaker 1: drove by, the guy stopped him again and he said, hey,
Speaker 1: old timer, I'm leaving this place. Well, the old man
Speaker 1: asked what had happened and said that he had heard
Speaker 1: the gunshots the night before, and the neighbor said that
Speaker 1: in the middle of the night something was beating on
Speaker 1: the house again, but this time it was worse. Than ever.
Speaker 1: He said that not only was the creature beating on
Speaker 1: the house, but it was also trying to open the door,
Speaker 1: and the neighbor shot at the door, but it only
Speaker 1: made things worse, and the creature started ripping the siding
Speaker 1: off the back of the house and it was shattering
Speaker 1: the windows. He fired more shots toward the thing. Everything
Speaker 1: got silent, and then all of a sudden, a tree
Speaker 1: slammed into the back of a house, and the neighbor
Speaker 1: said that he had had enough and he and his
Speaker 1: wife were leaving. He said he and his brothers would
Speaker 1: come back another time to pack everything and move out.
Speaker 1: Two weeks after that, the people who lived in the
Speaker 1: other house left too. That was three or four years ago,
Speaker 1: but no one had ever come back to get their stuff.
Speaker 1: The old man told me to keep my eyes open
Speaker 1: while I was working, and to make sure that I
Speaker 1: was out of there before dark, because that's when things
Speaker 1: started happening. I told him I had my own experience once,
Speaker 1: and I asked him if he minded if I came
Speaker 1: out one evening to investigate. He told me that I
Speaker 1: could come back anytime I wanted, as long as I
Speaker 1: called him first. So he was expecting me and to
Speaker 1: come before dark so we wouldn't accidentally get shot, he said.
Speaker 1: If I do come back, to come back with a
Speaker 1: big gun. He said. The creatures have been in the
Speaker 1: area for years, but they usually don't anyone. But once
Speaker 1: in a great while he'll hear the screams and chatter
Speaker 1: coming from the woods, but for the most part, they
Speaker 1: leave him alone. He has lived in this house most
Speaker 1: of his life, and his father and mother before him.
Speaker 1: His son comes to visit on occasion, but never stays
Speaker 1: overnight or after dark. Now, I'm not gonna lie. I
Speaker 1: got the creeps being out there, and I haven't been
Speaker 1: back yet, but I definitely will, and I'll keep you
Speaker 1: posted as to what I find or what happens. And
Speaker 1: when I go, I'll go with my forty four magnum
Speaker 1: and my rifle, and I will not go alone. I
Speaker 1: guarantee you that, Oh man, that good grief you could man,
Speaker 1: you could write, that's like a two hour story when
Speaker 1: you love to find these people who have had these
Speaker 1: experiences and just sit down and I don't know that's
Speaker 1: the way I think. Just record what they say and
Speaker 1: you know, get the get the vibe from them, or
Speaker 1: try to get the mood or the you know, see
Speaker 1: if you could hear it or see the fear in them.
Speaker 1: I don't know. That may be sound, that might be
Speaker 1: too invasive. But if they were willing to talk, I'd
Speaker 1: love to talk to them. Of course, they're gone. They
Speaker 1: hadn't even come back to get their stuff, so I
Speaker 1: bet you they're not interested in even talking about it.
Speaker 1: They just want to put it behind them. But apparently
Speaker 1: in Mississippi the bigfoots will attack a house and tear
Speaker 1: sighting off of it and put trees over on it
Speaker 1: and try to open the door and scare people off.
Speaker 1: That's terrifying. That is terrifying. And I live in Mississippi.
Speaker 1: Holy crap. Anyway, I've never had any experience like that,
Speaker 1: but that is interesting. Okay, thanks for the writer for
Speaker 1: sending this. It was a great story. I really appreciate it. Okay,
Speaker 1: I've got a minute to do one more. Let's go, please
Speaker 1: in one more story before we quit this podcast. The
Speaker 1: writer says, I've been meet to write this for a
Speaker 1: while now, but I always talk myself out of it
Speaker 1: or find something to stare at on TV. I didn't
Speaker 1: see anything or smell anything, but I had something really
Speaker 1: strange happen to me while squirrel hunting one day. It's
Speaker 1: kind of dull, but it's one hundred percent true. I
Speaker 1: live in northwest Arkansas, and from two thousand and three
Speaker 1: to two thousand and nine I lived up in the
Speaker 1: woods on the southern edge of the Boston Mountains, which
Speaker 1: are the foothills of the Ozarks. There are thousands and
Speaker 1: thousands of acres of National forest lands and some pretty
Speaker 1: rough country with steep mountain sides and deep, dark hollers.
Speaker 1: For folks who don't know what a holler is, it
Speaker 1: is a small, narrow mountain valley akin to a ravine.
Speaker 1: Most of the time, a holler is pretty steep on
Speaker 1: the sides and it's hard to get down into, completely
Speaker 1: inaccessible to wheeled vehicles. There was such a holler as
Speaker 1: this on the backside of the property where I lived.
Speaker 1: It was steep and deep and dark, with giant limestone
Speaker 1: boulders on the sides of where it started descending from
Speaker 1: the top of the property. I used to hunt a lot,
Speaker 1: and I loved just going into the woods by myself.
Speaker 1: I hunted on one side of the holler, which gave
Speaker 1: me a good view of the opposite hillside where the
Speaker 1: boulders were scattered out. It was one of my favorite spots,
Speaker 1: but every time I hunted on that side of the
Speaker 1: holler with the boulders, I had an uneasy feeling. It
Speaker 1: was weird and hard to explain. I just wasn't comfortable
Speaker 1: around those giant boulders when I was alone. In two
Speaker 1: thousand and six, I was squirrel hunting one morning in
Speaker 1: the early winter on the boulder side of a holler.
Speaker 1: I was on the fringe of that area that made
Speaker 1: me feel uneasy, and as I was getting deeper into
Speaker 1: that area, I began feeling like something or someone was
Speaker 1: watching me. I crept slowly through the hardwoods and stopped
Speaker 1: off in to look for girls and checked my surroundings.
Speaker 1: There was one area toward the top of the haller
Speaker 1: that I was drawn to and I kept looking at.
Speaker 1: But even though I didn't see anything unusual, it still
Speaker 1: felt like something was watching me from that direction. But
Speaker 1: there was nothing I could do about it, though, so
Speaker 1: I blew it off and I kept going. The game
Speaker 1: trail that I was on angled down and away from
Speaker 1: the top of the hill. I had used it many
Speaker 1: times and it was easy walking as I got deeper
Speaker 1: into the woods and closer to the area where I
Speaker 1: felt the eyes, I noticed something lying in the trail
Speaker 1: ahead of me. I thought it was a piece of
Speaker 1: trash carried in by some critter, so I kept going,
Speaker 1: and when I reached it, I was pretty stunned to
Speaker 1: find two possum skeletons laying parallel to each other, only
Speaker 1: inches apart, right in the middle of the trail. Both
Speaker 1: skeletons had the skulls attached and had a patch of
Speaker 1: firs still attached back toward the hips, and neither had
Speaker 1: front legs. Both had a few ribs still attached, but
Speaker 1: most of them were broken and incomplete. The bone was
Speaker 1: bleached white, and the small piece of hide holding the
Speaker 1: hair was dry and stiff on the hip of both skeletons.
Speaker 1: It was just weird. The only way those skeletons could
Speaker 1: have gotten there and been so deliberately displayed was if
Speaker 1: something laid them there for me to find. There were
Speaker 1: a lot of coadies and raccoons and possums and bobcats
Speaker 1: and everything else around there, so I know these two
Speaker 1: possums didn't die natural death and end up on the
Speaker 1: trail by coincidence. My gut told me why they were there,
Speaker 1: and who put them there, and why I felt like
Speaker 1: I was being watched. As I stood there, dazed and confused,
Speaker 1: I tried to decide what to do. I knew no
Speaker 1: one was going to blieve me, so I picked the
Speaker 1: skeletons up. I took them home with me. You can
Speaker 1: believe that when I left those woods, I left a
Speaker 1: lot faster than I went in that day. Wow, that
Speaker 1: would be weird to walk up on a trail and
Speaker 1: find two possums or any animal skeletons laying side by
Speaker 1: side like they had been laid there. This writer's right things.
Speaker 1: I guess they could have got shot there, you know,
Speaker 1: one bullet to two kills. I don't know. I don't.
Speaker 1: I always try to be the devil's advocate and try
Speaker 1: to figure out ways that things could happen. They would
Speaker 1: explain it, you know that, you wouldn't. You wouldn't blame
Speaker 1: everything on Bigfoot, which is what a lot of people
Speaker 1: who believe in Bigfoot do. Anything they see in the woods,
Speaker 1: all Bigfoot? Did that Bigfoot? Did this? See that trail
Speaker 1: of their Bigfoot? Did that? See that little branch broken? Bigfoot?
Speaker 1: Did that, see that little depression in the woods. Bigfoot
Speaker 1: did that. But this is one of those things that's like,
Speaker 1: I don't know. I mean, it could have been a human.
Speaker 1: It could have been a person with a very weird
Speaker 1: sense of humor. They could have had a trail camera
Speaker 1: on you just to see how you reacted. You never know.
Speaker 1: But if there was none of that, and this really
Speaker 1: was just kind of a random two possum skeletons together.
Speaker 1: And you know what's sad of the saddest of all
Speaker 1: is I love possums. They're so sweet. My little my
Speaker 1: little granddaughters have a someone gave them a baby possum.
Speaker 1: The mama had been run over and the baby possums survived.
Speaker 1: I don't know how, because the babies usually are attached
Speaker 1: to the possum's back. But she had been hit. She
Speaker 1: wasn't dead. The mama wasn't dead. But they picked up
Speaker 1: the mama and the babies. The mama eventually died or
Speaker 1: never recovered, and so they kind they kind of unlived it,
Speaker 1: which was a merciful thing to do. And my granddaughter's
Speaker 1: got one of the babies, and they are so sweet.
Speaker 1: Now they're wild, they're not they're not meant to be pets.
Speaker 1: They're not a domestic animal or domesticated animal. But you
Speaker 1: can habituate them and get them used to you, and
Speaker 1: they'll crawl around on you, and they get man the
Speaker 1: males get really big, they get big, big old heads
Speaker 1: on them and stuff. But it would be it would
Speaker 1: be interesting. But anyway, back to the story, it's kind
Speaker 1: of sad that there were two possums there. Anyway, I
Speaker 1: love the story. It's kind of mysterious and creepy and
Speaker 1: I thought it was great, so didn't mean to talk
Speaker 1: here off. But it's on a row. Thanks to the writer.
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