Speaker 1: Twenty years ago, a deer hunted southeast of Fort Worth, Texas,
outside the town of Palestine. We hunted on over ten
thousand acres of woodland forests leased by Texas Parks and Wildlife.
On one of my hunting trips with my friends, we
ate and geared up for a day of bow hunting.
It was four point thirty am and I was going
to put up my tree climbing stand. Along the trail
were old growth oaks and pine trees and thickets. Halfway
to my hunting location. In the thicket next to me,
I heard a loud noise and it sounded like someone
or something heavy lifting itself off the ground. The only
light I had was when I had strapped on my head.
I turned to the left and looked into the thicket,
but it was too dense to see through, and at
first I thought it was a wild hog, because a
couple of mornings earlier, I ran into a bunch of those.
I side stepped three or four steps to my right
with heavier footsteps. The creature did the same and made
a snorting noise in my direction. I'm six foot three
inches tall and I weighed two hundred and twelve pounds.
Whatever made that noise was bigger than me. Every hair
on my body stood up. MY compound bow and five
arrows were the only weapons I had. I pulled one
of my arrows from the quiver, brought the arrow to
the string, and had the bow in the firing position
if I had to, I was going to fight to
the death. I side stepped again to my left three
or four steps, and the creature did the same. I
looked into the thicket in front of me, and I
told whatever was there that if it did not hurt me,
I wouldn't hurt it. And I slowly turned to my
right in the direction of the trail, and I started
walking away. I looked over my shoulder and I saw
nothing behind me, and I did not hear any footsteps.
I finally made it to my tree, and I climbed
up to the stand and I hunted the rest of
the day without any other events after that incident, I
only went hunting when I had some daylight. The next year,
Texas Park's and Wildlife gave up the hunting lease. We
heard that it was too expensive and was turned into
a private hunting club. I had never heard of bigfoot
until last year. When I came across your channel. It
makes me wonder what if this had been a bigfoot.
I really enjoy your channel more than any other. Thank
you very much the way your voice aw He goes
on say nice things about me. I appreciate that his
name is Jim. Jim. I appreciated Jim heard something in
the woods. No way it was a pig, No way
it was any other kind of animal, because it was
just too dang big, and it was snorting match his steps,
and I bet he did have a bigfoot encounter. Thanks
for the story, Jim. Okay. Short intro. Welcome to the podcast.
My name's Cam Buckner. This is the Dixie Cryptid Podcast.
You can also find the podcast out on Apple Podcasts, Spotify,
wherever you get your podcast by doing a search for
what if It's True podcast. In this podcast, I've got
one dog man's story, one bigfoot story, and a real
treat at the end, So you're gonna have to wait
for that. But the last twenty minutes or so of
this podcast are fantastic. You'll just have to get there
to see what it is. All right, here we go.
All right, we got a dog man's story. The writer
titles the story juvenile, delinquent dog man. He claims it's true.
He wants to be anonymous. Long ago, my parents owned
a well maintained single wise trailer that included all the
amenities already connected. The property was an hour and a
half away from our home and was located at three
thousand feet. The area was good for hiking, hunting, and
getting away from city life. Two basque shepherds worked at
a nearby ranch and pastured their flocks of sheep near
the dirt path leading to our property, and on weekends,
gliders rode the mountain thermals and sometimes the sky was
filled with colorful hot air balloons. It was a beautiful
little bubble with little interference from the outside world. The
local neighbors added no end of color. A retired railroad worker, oh, man,
I'm having trouble saying that a retired railroad worker on
a wager had dragged two pullman cars up that narrow
mountain dirt road, and his dwelling looked like a railroad
station with cars on tracks beside the station. One of
the local firemen had designed his house to look like
a fire station, and two older women lived in a
small two story Victorian style house, perfectly painted blue with
white trim. The residents on the main road had wired
phone service and were replete with off grid power sources
of various designs. Long before off grid power became popular.
There was plenty of space separating the neighbors, so the
evenings were quiet, with the occasional friendly visit from the sheriff,
whom I got to know well. One late autumn weekend,
with perfect weather, my wife and I, still a young
married couple with a highly energetic toddler daughter, decided to
go to the mountains before the snow set in or
the rain made the dirt roads undrivable. We arrived prepared
for a relaxing, short weekend, and we spent much of
the first day enjoying ourselves and keeping a close eye
on our daughter. At sundown, the mountain temperature dropped quickly
and we went inside for dinner. After our daughter finally
went to sleep, my wife and I watched the full
moon rise through the windows. At this elevation, it looked huge,
and as expected, we heard the coyote soon start singing.
It quickly escalated into chaos and then went abruptly quiet.
All the clamor got me, thinking that I'd be more
comfortable if I were armed, but I only had bird
shot in my shotgun. I headed out to the van
to grab some double buckshot, and when I reached the
bottom of the stairs, the moonlight showed me half a
dozen codes staring at me from twenty feet away. I
backed up against the trailer to keep them from encircling me,
while thinking about how to use four shots I had left.
We stared at each other for what seemed like forever,
until the strangest thing happened. The Alpha sank to his
belly and started a doggy crawl toward me. The other
five pac members followed in turn, and when the Alpha
reached me, he rolled onto his back, demanding a tummy rub.
One after another, they all did the same. I wondered
if these were somebody's exotic pets or just full moon crazy.
I kept my distance, though, and the coyoties crawled away,
and they got up and disappeared into the woodline. I
ran to the van and grabbed my bandolero and slug barrel,
and I sprinted back to the trailer. I swapped out
the barrels and loaded the magazine in record time. My wife,
who had watched the dog's strange behavior from inside the trailer,
hugged me. That was the craziest thing I've ever seen,
she said, and I shrug, trying to project a false
sense of calm. They had to be in somebody's pets,
I said. After calming down, the quiet night air was
suddenly riven with ear split howls and growls that shook
the trailer like an earthquake. It wasn't from the coyotes,
though the howls were far louder and deeper than any
animal I'd ever heard. The vocals were followed immediately by
two shotgun blasts, the crack of two rifle shots, and
then total silence. Within a half an hour, blue lights
were flashing at the bottom of the road, with radio
traffic breaking the silence. It was all too much for us,
and we decided to head home early. My wife and
I grabbed our sleeping daughter and got in our vehicle
and cautiously navigated the road, cut into the side of
the mountain, and finally reached the main road. Two squad
cars lit up the intersection, and both of the shepherds
were on the scene. One of them spoke excitedly in Bosque,
while the other one translated. It seems the Bosque speaking
shepherd was returning from a pizza run, and upon return
he saw two wolves heading for the sheep. He yelled
at them, and one of the wolves lunged at him
in his truck. There were scratches on the driver's side
door to prove it. The wolf tried to eat the
double barrel and lost the back of its head to
two shotgun blasts. The translating shepherd had opened fire on
the other wolf with his thirty thirty. He claimed he
hit the other wolf twice, but it still carried off
a small sheep. Feeling braver with extra people, I got
out of the van and I was still clutching my shotgun.
The sheriff, who had become a friend of mine, nodded
for me to follow him. He lifted a plastic tarp
and he showed me the shepherd's double barrel inserted into
the longest canine snout I had ever seen. After a moment,
he motioned toward the front paw. I was speechless. It
looked more like a hand with claws than a paw
of a wolf. I have no doubt those claws left
their mark on the truck door. Now, I never thought
that wolves ran in this area, much less got that big.
The sheriff dropped the tarp over the animal and wished
us to safe journey home. And I got back in
the van and looked at my wife, and I said
wolves were after the sheep. A week later, I received
a letter with no return address. Inside was a local
mountain newspaper clipping, and it stated that there had been
a wounded bear causing problems in the area. The county
had hired three professional hunters who tracked the bear for
three days before ending its reign of terror, and the
carcass was immediately disposed of. A handwritten note at the
bottom stated that the boasque had removed the sheep from
the pasture and would no longer go near the ranch.
That following spring, my brother and his fiance wanted to
go with my wife and me up to the mountains
for a day trip to see the snow. I agreed
under the hard boundary of leaving well before sundown, and
that we both would be heavily armed while our daughters
spent the day with Grandma. The four of us arrived
at the single wide. The remaining snow was still plentiful
and untouched, and as soon as we were out of
the vehicle, I noticed some movement at the tree line.
Two female coyotes wandered out and found a bare sunny
spot to lie down. One of them looked over at
us and gave us a low bark, and ten attention
seeking puppies quickly attacked us. The wives were elated, and
one of the coyote mothers looked at me as if
to say, they're your problem. Now I'm taking a nap.
Twenty minutes later, she barked again, and all the puppies
ran back to their mothers and disappeared into the tree line.
It was yet another bizarre experience I added to my
mental list of things that had happened there. It was
a beautiful and strange property, tucked away from the world,
with a population of eccentric neighbors, both human and k nine.
That summer, a fire destroyed the trailer and the two
hundred acres. The cause was listed as arson and no
suspects were found. For the next seven years, the entire
ranch erupted into fierce wildfires every summer. We only went
back once to view the damage. My mother finally sold
the ravage land to a land consolidator for a pedtance.
Often think back to that night that those wolves attacked
the shepherds after listening to your channel, I believe two
juvenile dog men had come out to try their hunting
skills and paid dearly for their inexperience. Oh man, that
was a cool story. He actually saw a dead I
guess it was dog. It was a dog man. Some
guy stuck his shotgun. One of the shepherds stuck a
shotgun right in the snout and kill the dog man.
And they had it laying there under a tarp. Then
I don't know. Then they give this fake story about
a bear being there and the shepherd's leaving. I don't know. Man,
you got to wonder how these things happen. It's really
really kind of interesting. It's a really good story. It's
a real intriguing and creepy story. But I loved it.
I sure appreciate the writer for sending it. Okay, this
last story is going to be the first chapter from
a novel. Well, let me tell you how I came
across this. This guy sent an email to me. Is
about a year ago and y'all. I have over two
thousand emails in my inbox, and I just kind of
I don't always open emails the minute I get them,
and sometimes I'll go for two weeks and not even
look at my email account. And then when I go
looking for stories to put in the podcast, I just
kind of roam around my inbox. It's like you just
couldn't believe how full it is. But I came across
this one today. And the author's name is Chris Kitchens.
Chris was in the Marine Corps and when he got
out uh uh. He says, he's on the road a lot.
But he wrote a book and he's interested in cryptids
and bigfoot and other things, other paranormal things. And he
wrote a book called Elusive Piece. I'm gonna read you
the first chapter of it because it's really good. You
guys would like to read these type of stories. I
think you'd love this book. Again. It's called Elusive Piece.
The author's name is Chris Kitchens. The link to the
to the uh to the book on Amazon will be
in the description. And I hope you buy it and
support him and read it because it's uh in this
first chapter would keep me hooked and make me want
to read the whole book. So let's uh, let's read
the first chapter. I think you're going to like it.
After retiring from the Marine cor Josh landed the job
of a lifetime with the Arkansas Department of Natural Resources
as a nuisance animal control officer. While the job was
not a full time position, it did come with several perks,
the main one being that he had time to work
on their ranch in Cove, Arkansas. Josh met his wife,
Emily while on his third deployment to Afghanistan. Recently promoted
to lieutenant colonel and nearing her twenty year mark, she
was able to get a billet at the Little Rock
Air Force Base to finish her career, which worked out
great for their plans. Although Josh truthfully believed Emily about
the sisquatch encounter that she had while growing up outside
of Bayview, Idaho, he often teased her over the sasquatch
movies and shows that she made him watch and the
podcast that she liked to listen to about the subject.
While Josh thought bigfoot was a possibility, he never dreamt
that he would come face to face with one in
his lifetime. After all, the only actual proof that existed
was the video from northern California shot back in nineteen
sixty seven, Josh was dispatched to Waite in Arkansas, where
ranchers were reporting livestock attacks from an unknown predator, and
their efforts to thwart the attacks, along with identifying and
terminating the predator, were going nowhere. Little evidence was left
after each attack, and with the ground being rocky and
hard track, impressions were all but impossible to find. The
animal had hit several chicken houses in the area, leaving
only feathers and the heads of the chickens. Although cattle
were present, none of them had been attacked at this point.
Occasionally some feed went missing, and if dogs were around,
they were either scared of this predator or it was
stealthy enough to avoid the dogs. This led Josh to
believe that a large cat was in the area, so
he opted for his integrally suppressed three hundred AAC Blackout
with low variable powered optic with four magazines of his
handloaded one hundred and eighty grain soft point AMO, along
with his night Hawk Custom nineteen eleven and four sixty
rollin as a secondary firearm. As per his personal standard
operating procedures. His custom made four and a half inch
fixed blade field knife was a staple on the back
of his battle belt he wore while in the field.
After meeting with the rancher from the most recent attack
and going over the area, Josh parked his truck where
the rancher said it would be out of their way,
and he proceeded to gear up for the hunt. Carrying
enough water and food for a week in his pack,
Josh headed toward the nearest tree line with the confidence
his tracking skills would lead him not only to the
animal that he was looking for, but also identify what
he was looking for well before he encountered it. Large
cats are very stealthy, blending in extremely well in their
environment and having an uncanny ability to stalk their prey
while being stalked themselves. And while cougars and panthers and
mountain lions or whatever the locals referred to them as
were not common in the Arkansas, the game and fish
had recently recognized them as being in the state. Josh
had seen a few back in his youth, and like
many others, knew they had been here for years. The
ranch bordered the Ozark National Forest, and though it was
still spring, much of Arkansas had experienced a mild winter,
which meant many trees bloomed early. The forest in the
area consisted primarily of hardwoods, and being in the mountains,
the underbrush wasn't as thick as in the lower areas
by the streams and rivers or the Delta region of
eastern Arkansas. All Josh gowered the ground for any sign
of the animal as he began to search. Checking his
position on the GPS, Josh knew he had a couple
of hours before sunset. He wanted to make camp prior
to nightfall, and began scouting for a defensive spot to
make camp. Like discipline was crucial with the probability of
a cougar in the area. He would be relying on
his thermal imager and night vision clip to see what
he may not be able to see with his naked eyes.
Josh had found a small pocket against a rock outcropping
that would be perfect. There was only one way in
should whatever may be lurking in the night decide to attack.
He set about running some fishing lines with bells attached
around the perimeter to act as an early warning system,
and After ranging several reference points, he started making his supper.
He still had self service, so he checked in with
with Emily to let her know that he was okay,
and he sent her the coordinates of his location. And
as Josh relaxed by the small fire he'd built, he
was checking his GPS information. He was a little shy
of two miles away from where he'd crossed the fence,
yet had covered six miles as he worked the area
looking for tracks or clues. He finally picked up the
trail he was currently on after finding some feathers and
chicken parts. While this wasn't much to go on, he
felt confident he was on the right track. As the
sun settled behind the mountains, he snuffed out a fire.
He did not need the flames to interfere with his
night vision. Closing his eyes, Josh left the darkness of
the woods enveloped him. This was when he felt like
he was most alive and the forest and away from
all the noise. Even small towns emit a lot of
noise pollution and focusing his hearing, the forest was coming
alive with the night critters that inhabited it alone. Coyote
yelped in the distance as the crickets chirped their serenade.
With the exception of whatever was killing the chickens and
making the larger livestock animals nervous, all was well. After
scoping the area with the thermal for a few hours,
Josh settled in to get some sleep, and he was
startled away by how quiet the forest had become. He
checked his watch and it was four twenty five in
the morning. Josh strained his ears, listening for the slightest sound.
It was as if a switch had been flipped or
putting on sound suppression ear muffs. There wasn't any noise
at all. Moving as slow and quietly as he could,
Josh powered the thermal on and began scanning the area,
and he saw nothing. He eased around to a sitting position,
with his back leaning against the rocks he had set
up in. He placed his rifle where he could shoulder
it quickly, and he waited. It would be another hour
before the sun would begin rising, and the moonlight was waning.
Josh was reaching for his water when he heard it,
a feminine voice that said help me. The voice sounded strange,
almost mechanical. He sat there in silence, listening intently, he
couldn't have heard a voice, as there wasn't any direction
from which it came. That's it, Josh thought to himself.
I've officially gone off my rocker. He had no longer
finished that thought when he heard the voice again. Please hurry,
was what sounded in his head. The voice was followed
by what sounded like a loud thump against a tree.
Slinging his pack over his shoulders, he now had a
direction to go toward. Walking cautiously with his rifle at
the low ready, Josh made his way toward where he
believed the noise had come from. Don't be alarmed when
you crest the knoll, he will not hurt you. Another
voice said. This was a different voice. Again, it was
mechanical in nature, but it was just different. Trying to
control his breathing, Josh was experiencing a severe adrenaline dump
to his system, and the senses seemed to be in
hyperdrive and the air seemed to be bristling with electricity.
The nole was now less than one hundred meters away,
and he was closing quickly, scanning the woods for any
sign of the movement, and sweeping his weapon to check
behind him every fifth step. Josh was moving quickly as
a sense of urgency seemed to overcome him. Nothing could
have prepared him for what he was about to see.
As he topped the knoll, Josh almost lost his balance
as he came to a sudden stop, lunging backward to
help offset his forward momentum at what was laying there
before him. It was a very pregnant female sasquatch. Her
hair was auburn in color, and what skin was exposed
around her faced, hands, and breasts, and feet was leathery
tan colored. Her hazel colored eyes were large and soft,
and as he looked in them, he could see pain, fear,
and intelligence. Something is wrong, she said. Lowering his weapon,
Josh wondered, how's this possible? He said it out loud.
Please help quickly, was her reply. Josh knew she hadn't
said the words verbally, yet the words were crystal clear
in his head, and he set his weapon down, dropped
his pack, and began digging his medical kit out. Scanning
the area, he noticed another one peeking out from behind
a tree. This one was larger, and Josh figured that
one to be a male. I won't hurt you, the
voice tried to reassure him. Please help her, the voice pleaded.
He put on a pair of nitral gloves and with
his medkit in hand, Josh stated sympathetically as he could,
I'm going to do all I can to help. Let's
see what's going on. Kneeling down, he began his examination.
The anatomy, though somewhat disproportionate, appeared to be roughly the
same as a human. Josh had never delivered a baby
human before, yet he had helped many mama cows and
a few horses deliver their babies. Hopefully those experiences would
help him here. Putting his headlamp on, Josh apologized to her,
saying he was sorry for having to put his hand
inside of her. She seemed to understand as she leaned
her head back, clutching the ground with her hands. Being
as gentle as he could, Josh could feel the baby's
feet and buttocks. Your baby is breach. We need to
turn it, he explained, as a contraction seemed to hit her.
Josh hoped these things could feel the empathy he felt
for them in their situation, Knowing they didn't have the
time needed for him to google how to best help
turn a breach baby the correct way. Josh recalled seeing
a movie or a show once where the doctor pushed
on the abdomen of the pregnant woman in breach to
turn the baby, so he decided to try that. He
could feel the baby shift a little with the pressure,
so who began to push more and she grunted. As
he applied the pressure and manipulated the baby to a
correct orientation, He could see the baby crowning almost as
soon as the head was in position. I see it,
Josh exclaimed excitedly. You have to push with a contraction,
do you understand. He could hear her grit her teeth
and take in a large breath. His heart was racing. Push,
he said, and with a loud and long grunt, the
baby Sosquatch, slid into his arms. Josh could not believe
what had just happened. He became overwhelmed with the flow
of emotions. He used his shoulders to wipe at the
tears that came from nowhere. Realizing he had just left
his sleeping gear at camp, Josh pulled a shirt from
his bag and gently laid the baby on it. He
checked to ensure the baby had a pulse and was
breathing before gently wrapping her up and handing her over.
You did great, mama. Congratulations on your daughter, he said,
as he stayed knelt beside her. Are you okay, he asked.
He could see the joy in her eyes as she
caressed a new born. Thank you, she replied. The baby
made some cooing sounds unlike anything Josh had ever heard before.
While they were someone animalistic in nature, they were soothing
at the same time. Suddenly Josh felt a huge hand
on his shoulder. He had forgotten about the mail during
this ordeal. We don't often trust you humans, the male said,
and continued wend, since you have a pure heart and
do not take pleasure in killing animals. Now that our
child is here, we will move back into the forest,
leaving the humans and their animals alone. I only took
what we needed to make sure that she was strong
enough to get through the berth. He had a look
of appreciation on his face as Josh had stood and
turned to face him. The male was huge, over seven
feet tall, and he was four feet wide, with brown
and black hair and gray leathery skin. Looking him square
in the eyes, Josh said, I have so many questions.
I don't even know where to start. The thoughts raced
through his mind. The giant male looked at the female
and nodded, and with that gesture, she stood and handed
their newborn to him, Josh. She said, I want to
share with you and believe you will keep our secret.
She reached her hands out and cradled his face in
her hands, touching her thumbs to his forehead. Josh could
feel her apply some slight pressure. He tense for a moment,
and his world went black. Josh woke up back at
his camp, looking at his watch. He had lost almost
thirty six hours. He checked his gear, everything was accounted for.
His head felt like it was in a vice. He
reached for his water and he fished some twin off
from his medkit. He popped two in his mouth and
he washed them down with the water, finishing the bottle.
He began to recount his last memory. He recalled the
female sasquatch touching him, a flash of bright light, and
then it was He wasn't quite sure how to explain this.
It was as if she downloaded her memories into him.
The last memory was of her telling Josh that they
would see him again, wondering what that meant. Josh said
about gathering his stuff. He wasn't sure what he would
tell the rancher when he got back, but it definitely
would not be the truth. He had some time to
mold it over as he packed his gear, and he
realized he hadn't talked to Emily. He pulled his phone
out and he sent her a message that he would
be home in a few hours, and then he rocked
up and he began his hike out. And that is
the end of chapter one of the book Elusive Peace.
I've never read anything like that. I have never even
imagined human helping a Sasquatch have a baby. Actually heard
some guy on YouTube years ago talk about that that
he had been invited into a clan of Bigfoot and
there was a female bigfoot berthing twins, and he knew
their names, and he was talking with them with this
mental telepidley telepathy thing, and he had developed a relationship
with them. But after that, I never thought about it again.
Now Chris Kitchens has written a book about it. I
wonder where this story is going. It would be worth
buying this book. Click the link in the description below
pick up this book if you're a Kindle Unlimited member,
it's nothing. You just check the book out. You can
order a hard copy or buy the electronic version. But
this chapter's really piqued my interest. I'm gonna read this book. Okay,
that's going to do it for this podcast. I appreciate
you Chris for sending this and the other two writers.
I've enjoyed doing this podcast and we will see you
guys on the next one. Thanks.