Speaker 1: At a book. Hey everyone, thanks so much for joining
us for another livestream episode of dog Mean Encounters Radio.
I really appreciate it. It's no secret that from time
to time I like to mix things up, and that's
what we're going to do on tonight's show. Instead of
bringing a dog Me and eye witness on to talk
about their encounter or encounters to mix things up a bit,
I decided to bring an author on who has written
books about dog Me and encounters. This author on tonight's show,
not only is she going to talk about her books,
but she's also going to share some of those encounters
with you that I witnesses and in turn shared with her. Well,
without any further delay, let's bring her in here now.
Speaker 2: O Vick, thank you for having me well.
Speaker 1: Thanks so much for coming. I appreciate it. Tonight's guest
is Luca T. Jacobs. By the way, Luca, please give
us a brief bio on yourself.
Speaker 2: Okay, I'm barely holding onto my forties. I live in
Australia just south of sitting with my partner in my dog, Finnegan.
In my twenties and thirties, I traveled quite extensively to
the United States, Annie Lestone became my absolute favorite place
in the world. I lived in various places over there,
and I like Chicago, Minneapolis, and a small town named
Ely near the Canadian border in Minnesota. I volunteered there
for a year with a nonprofit Blackbot Black their organization.
I also lived in Calgary, Canada for a while too,
and loved driving out to bamp and seeing the wildlife.
I think that's that's about it.
Speaker 1: Wow. I can only imagine the culture shock being from
Australia and then living in the steeds in Chicago especially,
and then moving up to Calgary at one point. What
kind of a culture shock was that for you?
Speaker 2: Well, we do like in terms of the weather shock.
I missed the snow so much. We do get it
in Australia, particularly you know obviously the mountain areas and
down south in Victoria. But the probably the lowest temperature
I ever experienced was up in Calgary, and that was
I think minus forty three and I went walking in
it because we were hungry, so we went walking a
couple of blocks and the icicles on the night. That
was very interesting. Never had that happen before. But I
guess the biggest culture shock was living in the tiny
town near the border there just I think it was
about twenty five hundred people, and so that was small
town sort of thing, the normal things that happened with
small towns. That was something to get used to it.
And going through a winter as well, was much much
to do up there. So yeah, it was a bit
of a shock, but I usually can adapt to anything,
so I had a lot of fun.
Speaker 1: Yeah, I'm sure it was a shock. I can only
imagine what you went through. Wow, night and day.
Speaker 2: Yeah it was. I needed a lot of melowtone, and
I was told yeah, because of the lack of sunlight.
So it was all things to get used to. You know,
you roll with it.
Speaker 1: I'm sure there was a list. I don't doubt that.
Does your family know about your fascination with dog men
and were wolves?
Speaker 2: Luca absolutely. When I first got into the interest with
them and sasquatch, he was about twenty sixteen seventeen, I
think it was. And I got my sister into listening
to them as well, so she loves them, probably not
as obsessed as myself and my partner Adam, he listens
all the time, he falls asleep to them. If we
go driving, we put on the podcast and we watch
you know, as many YouTube videos as we can, or
any documentaries. He's really interested as well, and when the
time comes he always offers suggestions for the books as well.
So it's really handy having someone interested in the same
sort of topics as yourselfarticularly when you are pretty much
obsessed with it.
Speaker 1: Well, I'm sure that must help quite a bit. I'm
sure it's a given that some of your family members
from time to time that they make recommendations on what
you should put in your books about angles, for stories
and things like that. Do they ever do that?
Speaker 2: Oh? Yes, it's It was funny. My brother in law
he wanted he was visiting, and I was telling him
that I was in the middle of I think it
was my second night of the dog Man book, and
he was like, oh, can you put me in there?
And you know, I'll be this tough character and all
this sort of thing. So I put his namesake in
there and his partner and ended off killing them off
in a pretty gresome way. He was he loved it,
but I thought, you know, I I'll put you in there,
but if it's to do with a dog man you're
really not gonna last too long in the chapter. So
I had fun with it. And you know, people's names,
family family names and things like that, I'll throw them
into and yeah, not many people lasked.
Speaker 1: Well, at least he was a good sport about it.
That's good.
Speaker 2: He had no choice. You'd have been published, so that's funny.
Speaker 1: Before we rule on Mom's spaghetti me at a donation.
And I just want to thank you so much for
doing that. I really appreciate you. I do. Luca. You've
always had a fear of were wolves, which is probably
really surprising to most of us listening to tonight's show,
considering the fact you write books about where wolves and
dog men. How strong has that fear been of them?
Speaker 2: Yeah, I am a bit of a contradiction. It was
growing up, my friends, my family, my sister, she can
vouch for that. That anytime, you know, you wanted to
upset me, you'd just say the name werewolf or the
word were wolf. And it worked. And I could always
watch any sort of horror except where wolf. They just
sort of they fascinated me, but at the same time
creit the hell out of me. So it was, and
I guess until twenty seventeen when I was reading the
Sasquatch books and someone in one of the encounter stories
said that they had seen an upright standing canine and
I'm like, you know, and I'm like, okay, what's this thing?
And they said dog mean and I was like, oh, okay.
So I would listen to your encounter stories and never
would I want to actually see one. But just the
thought of that existing out there, and as you say,
it doesn't have to be a real setting for them
to be seeing it was just I don't know. I
was incredibly intrigued by it, but at the same time
terrified at the thought I've ever seen one, but just
that they existed.
Speaker 1: Yeah, that they do. Unfortunately, they're definitely out there. Has
that fear of where wolves waned over the years at
all though.
Speaker 2: No, I think, well, certainly not, because even though I
write about it, and I can, obviously you've got to
go into that headspace of what you're writing about, and
know if you are writing about a particular encounter, you're
in that headspace. You're fearful yourself to a degree, obviously,
but you've got control there. But even you know, when
I go outside at night and I leave in suburbia.
I still think, you know, once in a while to
look for eyeshine or anything like that, and it would
be the weirdest place to see one. But it's to
say that it's possible, but something creepy because I like
to stay up late, so I'm always out there outside,
you know, in the wee hours, so I'm always looking
for it. So I still do fear that if I
ever saw one, absolutely i'd just probably pass out and
just freeze in place and yep, drop to the floor,
no down, if I actually saw one. So yeah, it's
probably I've gotten a little bit better now that I
write about them, but I've got control there. Obviously, in
real life, you've got very little control.
Speaker 1: Yeah that's true, very little when it comes to dealing
with these guys. But yeah, hopefully you never will have
an encounter with these guys. The odds of you actually
having an encounter are so slight that it's probably not
even worth worrying about.
Speaker 2: Well, that's the plan, you know, i'd rather have. I
think i'd rather have an encounter with a sasquatch, but
certainly at a distance, and when I was I'm in
a car, so I can get away. But a dog
man or a werewolf, no thing. So I'm just happy
to write about them and control the narrative.
Speaker 1: I can't say I blame you there and all I
don't Well, before we talk about your books and the
encounters that have been shared with you from my witnesses,
as it would turn out, your brother in law, from
what I understand, has had a dog mean encounter of
his own. What more can you tell us about his experience?
Speaker 2: Yeah, I believe so. He was a couple of months ago.
And obviously he comes up every now and again, and
we're always watching say the HOWI videos or a sasquatch documentary,
and he's always been interested in it when we talk
about it. And I was mentioning because he was. I
showed him one of my books and it's like, oh,
is this a wolf? And I said it's called Dogman
and explained what they are, and I said, yeah, we've
he's got quite a few. Well, he's got a couple
of encounter stories from Australia on the podcast too. And
when I was telling him that, I was looking obviously
at his face and it's sort of a it was
a light bulb moment with him. I can see his
face just sort of changed and he was thinking. And
he mentioned that a few years back, he was traveling
in a truck. I think he was driving with a
mate or you know, a fellow employee, and there was
a dark country road or something late at night, and
he said he came the headlights caught an animal on
the side of the road, and at first he thought
it was a dog, Like it was the middle of nowhere,
so obviously it was either a feral dog or austray.
And he said as they came up upon it and
like obviously drove past it, he said, it just didn't
seem right and sort of you know, you see an
animal on the side of the road that's native to
the area, it doesn't give you that sort of dread feeling,
or it should have, and this one didn't. He said,
it looked like it had mange. It was really large,
but it was skinny, and it just looked sort of disproportioned,
like it's front legs like it was on our forwards,
but the front legs were shorter than the back legs.
And he said, just didn't look right, and it didn't
feel right, and he said, I just thought maybe it
was a deformed Great Dane or something mixed with the
German shepherd. And I said, you have a note you
could have seen one of these things, and being that
it was out in the middle of nowhere, then it's
highly likely that it was if it was that strange
and it gave you that instant feel of dread. So
he was a little spooked by that. But it happened
a while ago. So yeah, I wonder if, yeah, next
time he drives a lonely wrote at night, he'll keep
his eyes out.
Speaker 1: Yeah, I'm sure he will once bit and twice shy.
That's how normally goes. That's right, that's it, all right, Luca,
What can you tell us about your books? Please tell
us all about the books, and if you're up for
assuring encounters that are in some of the books, then
that'd be even better.
Speaker 2: Yet absolutely all right. So I wrote books about Sasquatch,
and I've also written ones about Yaois. There's been a
few in there, particularly one of the Hooi ones was
I was contacted by a lady lives in New South
Wales here in Australia that she'd been having encounters on
her property near the Pillager. So I wrote alongside her
Her and True Encounters Surviving the Pillager. That's called oh jeez,
I should probably know what I call my books. How
That one is called let's see they Own the Night
Surviving the Pilagar. But my most popular books would have
to be called The Night of the dog Man trilogy.
And that was the first book I wrote. And I
started with dog Man, even though, as I said, it
always sort of terrifying me a bit more than say
Sasquatch does. It was probably because when I was I've
gone through every book I can possibly read about Sasquatch.
I also started reading all the werewolf ones I could find,
and that's when I decided, Okay, having no experience and
no idea what I was doing, I thought I'd write
a book of my own, and so it did, and
that turns out to be the most popular one i've
readen and it's still doing exceptionally well. Then people were like, okay,
you're going to write a second, and I was like,
oh my gosh, people like it. That's great, all right,
the second, and then I did the third, carrying it on.
So that, yeah, as I said, that one's called Mine
of the dog Man. I also have one that's titled
Monsters among Us terrifyingly true sasquatchan Howe Encounters. Now those
are ones I put on a post on Reddit, Deep Down,
Deep Dive and Reddit, and people contacted me with their
true encounters from Sasquatch and also dog Man. So I
think i'll read a few of the true, the real
encounters first, and then I'll dive into a couple of
chapters from Night of the dog Man series. If that's
all right with.
Speaker 1: You, Big, please do that'd be great already.
Speaker 2: So the dog Man encounter true ones. Some of these
are pretty creepy. I might creep myself out i read them.
But all right, so this one's the first. One's titled
Night at the Roadhouse, and this one happened in Idaho. Okay,
so I'll just read through it. Excuse me, all right.
My name is Huck and I've been a trucker for
over twenty years. Born and raised in Idaho. I've jupned
these roads more times than I can count. I've seen
my fair share of weird things out there, but nothing
quite like what happened one hill in November. Night at
a Roadhouse just up weighed ninety five I was hauling
a load of potatoes down to Boising and decided to
pull over for the night. The roadhouse was a popular
spot for truckers, a small diner with a big parking lot,
always a few rigs parked overnight. I found a spot
near the back, turned off the engine and settled in
for some much neater shutout. The night was clear and
the air had a bite to it. I reminded that
winter was here. The parking lot was quieter than usual,
with only a few other trucks scattered around. I closed
my eyes and tried to drift off, but for some reason,
sleep wouldn't come. After tossing and turning for what felt
like hours, I finally gave up and decided to get
out and had to smoke. I stepped out of the
cab and lit up a cigarette, the emberglowing bright in
the dark. The night was eerily quiet, not a sound
except for the occasional russells rustle of leaves in the wind.
It was spooky, to be honest, like the calm before
the storm. I looked around, seeing the dark shapes of
other trucks silhouetted against the dim glow of the road
to house's neon sign. Something didn't feel right, but I
couldn't put my finger on it. I don't get spooked
to easily, so I took a deep drag and tried
to shake off the unease, chalking it up to being overtired.
After a few minutes, I finished my cigarette, flicked the
butt away, and climbed back into the truck. I laid
back down, hoping sleep would come easier this time. It
couldn't have been more than twenty minutes later when I
was jolted awake by a strange noise. It was a
scraping sound, like something dragging across metal, followed by a
blowing noise, almost like a deer makes. My heart started
pounding in my chest, and I strained to listen. The
noise stopped for a moment, then started up again loud.
At this time, I sat up in my bunk, peering
out the window the parking lot. It was dark and
I couldn't see much behind or beyond the dim glow
of the deep diner. The noise continued scraping and blowing
unnervingly and never hurt anything like it before. Out of
my peripheral vision, I saw a movement between the trucks.
At first, I thought it was a wolf with something
seriously off. It was walking on two legs, hunched over,
and it had hands similar to a raccoon's. Its lower
body was skinny, but the top half looked like it
was pure muscle. I could only see it from the back,
but it was enough to make my blood precious skyrocket.
It was slightly hunched as it sniffed the air. Then
it headed towards another truck parked a few spaces away.
Is that a freaking were wolf? I thought? My brain whirled,
attempting to process a site before me. It looked like
a wolf, but wolves don't walk on two legs. I
watched in horror as it reached the other truck, disappearing
into the shadows. The blowing noise came again, louder and
more insistent. I wanted to get out. I wanted to
get out of there, to start the engine and drive
away as fast as I could. But I didn't want
to didn't want it to notice me. I couldn't move,
couldn't think. All I could do was sit there, heart pounding,
ice fixed on the spot where the creature disappeared. I'm
fifty five years old. And nothing is able to terrify
me like that creature did. After a while, the noise stopped.
The night was silent again, and I tried to calm
my breathing. I laid back down and pulling the blanket
up to my chin, ears straining for any sound. I
don't know how long I lay there, tense and trembling,
but eventually exhaustion took over and I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to the harsh light of the morning.
The events of the night for feeling like a bad dream,
but the unease was still there, a lingering sense of
dread that wouldn't go away. I climbed out of the truck,
looked around the parking lot. Everything seemed normal, but I
couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching me. I
quickly did my pre trip inspection to get back on
the road and put as much distance between me and
that roadhouse as possible. As I pulled out of the lot,
I vowed never to stop there again. Whatever that thing was,
I didn't want to see it again. That's pretty spooky
if you ask me, yeah.
Speaker 1: I'd say so. God spooky enough until something spookier comes along.
Speaker 2: That's right. This next one, this one got me when
I first read it. And these, you know, like these
have been edited just for flow and things like that
if they needed it. So yeah, this next one is
probably the one that freaked me out, even amongst all
the Sasquatch ones too. So you'd like me to read that.
Speaker 1: One, please do the more the Mirrior.
Speaker 2: All right, let's just see. Okay, So this one's called
The Face under the Porch, and this happened up in
British Columbia. Okay, I've got to tell you a story
that's been haunting me for years. My name's Jason, and
I'm twenty six now living in Vancouver. I moved here
for college, wanting to put some distance between myself and
the place where this story takes place. My parents have
a rural property outside of Kamloops, PC, and I hated
it ever since we moved there when I was fifteen,
and never could quite explain why. It was just never
felt right to me. My parents, though they absolutely loved
the place. Recently, I decided it was time for my
girlfriend Emily to meet my folks. She'd been curious about
my reluctance to visit it my childhood home and why
I seemed none easy whenever it came up in conversation.
I thought maybe facing it head on would help. So
we flew into Canloops, hired a car, and started the
drive out to the property. It was around seven pm
in early May, with the sun just dipping below hooked
the horizon. As we pulled down the long gravel driveway,
I felt that familiar not of unease tight in my stomach.
The driveway was flanked by tall trees on either side,
and the house sat at the end like an island
of refuge or, in my case, a place of dread.
My parents had installed a motion operated light on the
front porch, but it didn't do much to cut through
the encroaching darkness. I even commented to Emily about how
useless that light was, trying to mask my nerves with
a beauty bit of humor, we parked and got out
of the car. I grabbed Emily's hand, partly for comfort
and partly to reassure her. As we walked towards the porch,
I stopped suddenly there was something under porch, just at
the edge of the dim light. I pulled Emily back
towards the car quickly my hair, my heart pound me.
What's wrong? She asked, a voice tins she with confusion
and concern. Just get in the car, I said, trying
to keep my voice steady. Climb back. We climbed back in,
and I backed up the driveway, not taking my eyes
off the porch. Once we were a safety distance away,
Emily demanded to know what had happened. I took a
deep breath and tried to calm down before explaining. When
I got closer to the porch, I saw a face
under there. At first I thought it was just a
dog or something, but then it grinned at me like
an evil joker's grin, all teeth and malice. It was
like a wolf's space, but not quiet. It had this
sinister look in its eyes. Its face was pure evil.
Emily looked at me, her eyes bite. I sure it
wasn't just a neighbor's dog or something. I shook my head.
No way. It was too large, and I've never seen
a dog look like that thing before. He's like it
wanted to be to see it, and it wanted me
to be terrified. I don't know how, but I don't
know how, But I don't know how. I know what
I do. I called my parents from the road and
told them what I saw. They were angry and brushed
it off, insisting it was probably a neighbor's dog. I
wasn't convinced and refused to go back. We agreed to
meet in town at a restaurant instead, over dinner. I
tried to convince them to move, but they're adamant about stay.
The rest of the trip was uneventful, but that encounter
refuses to leave my mind. I will never go back
to that property. Emily believed me, and we talked about
it here and there, trying to make sense of what
I'd seen. To this day, my parents still live there,
but I've never set foot on that land again. There's
something out there, something that doesn't want me around, and
I'm I'm more than happy to oblige.
Speaker 1: Yeah, yeah, I say that is awfully creepy. Wow. How
often do you knew I witnesses reach out to you, Luca,
to share encounters with you, and how do they find
you normally?
Speaker 2: Well? This this True Encounters book. I just because you know,
I've I guess I love Reddit and I'm always reading
on there, and I just thought i'd put and I
didn't think i'd have any success. I just thought i'd
put a few comments on people that had already commented
saying that they've had encounters, and I just said to them, hey,
knew it, being an author interested in putting a book
together about true encounters. If you wanted to reach out,
then please message me. And gradually people started to over
a couple of months, and I was shocked and surprised
at just how many, and a lot of them didn't
have good encounters since how as you'd expect. So I
just said, that's so, I might do that again in
the future. I'll get a few over from the last
book that didn't make it in just due to you know,
page count things like that. But there's plenty as you know,
there's plenty of people out there with experiences that really
change their lives.
Speaker 1: Oh I definitely, yeah, I know that all too well. Unfortunately,
for anyone listening who has had an encounter, we would
like to reach out to you and share their encounter
with you. What's the best way for them to do that.
Speaker 2: They can do that via email luk at t jacobsat
gmail dot com or visit my website which is Luk
at Jacobs dot com.
Speaker 1: Well, that makes it easy, and of course i'll post
that information in the description for tonight's show that I'll
make it really easy for anyone to find it later
on after the fact. Well, sorry to interrupt you when
you're sharing those experiences, those encounters. Would you mind sharing
some more.
Speaker 2: With this absolutely? Now, this one, this one's from Kentucky
and it's titled poor Pause. I think that's how it's
pronounced poor pause storing. How do yourl The name's Richard,
and I've got a story that's been passed down from
my poor Poor that still makes my hair stand on
end every time I think about it. Porpoor was thirty
years old when this happened, living on an old family
property out in Kentucky. Now, it was a no nonsense
kind of man, but this tale always left him with
a haunted look in his eyes. It was a chilli
four morning, and poor Porl had gotten up early, as
he always did, to have his coffee before the sun
came up. The first hints of dawn. We're just starting
to creep over the horizon. He went to sit on
his porch, enjoying the peaceful quiet of the morning, the
kind that just the kind that makes you feel at
one with the world. As he was sipping his coffee,
he heard something that made him sit up straight. It
was the sound of a baby crying, coming from down
by the creek. Now, poor, poor, and neighbors, but they
weren't that close, and this sound was too near for comfort.
It was a haunting, gut wrenching cry that sent a
ship chill right down to his bones. He sat there listening,
trying to make sense of it. His heart was beating faster,
and he felt a mix of worrying and curiosity. The
sound was so out of place, so wrong, that he
couldn't just ignore it. But being a cautious man, he
decided to go back inside and grab his shotgun, just
to be safe. With a shotgun in hand, he headed
down towards the creek, following the crying sound. It closer,
he got, the sicker he felt. It was like his
stomach was tied up in knocks, and he started to
feel a deep sense of dread. He was about to
turn back when he saw a movement between two bushes.
What he saw next, Nellie, made him trip over his
own feet. There, crouched down between the bushes was a
black wolf. This was no ordinary wolf. It was making
the baby crying sound, and it looked like it was
a mixed It looked like it was mixed with a hyaena.
It spur was maddened and patchy, like it had madge.
The creature's eyes were cold and sinister, and it gave
off a sense of malevolence that poor poor had never
seen before or never felt before. The sight of that
thing made his blood run cold. He was so shocked
and scared that he almost that he forgot about the
shotgun in his hands. All he could think about was
getting away from there as fast as he could. He
turned and ran back to the house once, not stopping
until he was back inside with the door shut tight
behind him. Poor Poort never saw that creature again, and
he was damned glad about it. It was a tough man,
not easily scared, but that night that morning left him
shaken to his call. He told the story many times,
always with the same haunted look in his eyes, and
it always creped the hell out of you when he did.
He never did figure out what the creature was or
why it was making that awful baby crying sound. Some
folks said it was a skin walker. Others thought it
might be some kind of evil spirit. Whatever it was,
it was something that didn't belong in our world. As
I sit here telling you all this story, I can
still see Paupauw's face lined with age and wisdom, his
eyes filled with the memory of that terrifying encounter. It's
a story that become a part of our family's law.
Are reminded that there are things out there that we
can't explain, things that can shake even the strongest of men.
Speaker 1: He would shake me, oh definitely. When I've spoken with
eye witnesses, men have been embarrassed because of how frightened
they are about their encounter or encounters. And like I
tell them, I mean, even the toughest guys have been
just rattled to the core by their encounter or encounters.
There was a guy Episode ten had an eyewitness who
used to bear a knuckle fist fight, and not because
he wasn't very good at it either. He used to
bear a knuckle fist fight. And I think he's six
foot four, six foot five, and he's like two seventy
two seventy five, and his encounter it just it shook
him to the core. And if his experience could rattle
a guy like that, is that strong and tough, then
I don't care who you are. You shouldn't be embarrassed
by your fear that was a direct result from your encounter.
Speaker 2: Absolutely, yeah, that would have That would rattle me, just
as he said, just from hearing the story. It's creepy enough,
but leaving it something else that's next level. Oh.
Speaker 1: It definitely is no judgment here at LUCA. But do
you ever try to help eyewitnesses come to terms with
their encounters or do you just collect their encounters?
Speaker 2: Well, this was the first time that I'd done it,
so and having no prior experience, I didn't think if
they'd asked for help, Absolutely I would have given it,
even if I didn't know how to help. But you know,
if it happens, if I do this again, the true
encounters one, I definitely try to help them and let
them know that hey, they wanted to talk about that
in more depth or need help looking for ways to
deal with it. Absolutely I would. But the ones I did,
they sort of just some didn't even leave their names.
They didn't want to be found and or anyone to
find out that they'd had this sort of experience. So
they sort of just dumped the story and that was it.
I couldn't reply to them or they wouldn't replied back,
and others. Yeah, I'm still in contact to this day
with We just chat about these sorts of things and yep,
some are willing and someone are not willing to talk
about it too much. They wanted out there. But that's
it sort of thing.
Speaker 1: Well, I bet you'd be surprised if you knew how
many people you actually have help by doing nothing more
than just sitting there and listening to them sure their experiences.
I mean, for a lot of eyewitnesses, if you just
do that, that's a huge help.
Speaker 2: Yeah, I think with anything in life, if like people, yeah,
they want to be heard. And when it's something like
this sort of topic that your eyes don't believe it,
you know, let alone your friend that you've told that
you've experienced this, you can hardly believe it. And it
takes a while for yourself to understand what you've seen.
So it would be a very high time for people
to go through. But yeah, except it's something like that,
Hey we're told it doesn't exist, yet it's right in
front of you. That would really that would stay your
mind up quite considerably.
Speaker 1: I think yes, it would. Like I tell eyewitnesses, ever
since you learned how to speak and comprehend language, it's
been hammered into your head that these guys don't exist,
that monsters don't exist. And one day when you find
out with your own two eyes, I guess what you've
been living alive. For a lot of people, that's just
too much to deal with. That's why they have so
much trouble coming to terms with their encounters. So yeah,
I mean that right there is why almost every ol
witness who has a huge problem coping they do. It's unfortunate.
Speaker 2: Absolutely. I've put a few others here. I'm just looking
for the best one. It's quite a big book, but
I could read one more of those, and then I
can jump across to the Night of the dog Man once.
Is that okay?
Speaker 1: By all means, please take your time. The more the mirror.
Speaker 2: Alrighty, this one's called a strange Welcome, and this happened
in Missouri. Hey, my name's Bob, and I'm a country
boy from Tennessee. Now, I ain't never been one to
believe in UFOs or tall tales, but I got to
tell you something about something that happened to my wife,
Jenny and me when we moved to Missouri a few
years back. This story still makes the hairs on the
back of my next stand up, and I ain't one
to scare easy. Jenny and I've been married for about
ten years when we decided to pack up and move
to a new semi rural home in Missouri. The job
was rick real arcading us, and the thought of a
fresher start sounded good. The house was nice, a bit
old fashioned, but had plenty of charm, and it was
nestled in some beautiful countryside. We forged it to be
a peaceful place to settle down about a month. About
a month after we moved in, Jenny was outside one
Sunday afternoon hanging clothes on the line. I was inside
trying to fix the old creaky door that wouldn't stay shirt.
She hollowed at me to come out, but I was
too busy wrestling with the dog. Later, she told me
she thought she saw our neighbor's dog out in the
field a few hundred feet away. Something about it wasn't right.
She said it moved different, like its front legs were
too long. Roy, it was the strangest thing, she said
when she came back inside. That dog just didn't look great,
Probably just astray, I said, this is the country, after all.
A week went by and things were quiet, and one evening,
just before day, Jenny saw it again. This time it
was up on the hill and there were two of them.
One of them stood up on two legs, clear as day. Now.
I ain't never seen Jenny so scared. She came running inside,
white as ghost. ROYA saw it again and it stood
up like a person, she exclaimed, her voice shaky. I
laughed it off, thinking she was just spooped. You're sure
you didn't see a bear of something. Bears can stand
on there behind legs, you know, No, Roy, it wasn't
no bear. It was like a dog, but bigger and
just wrong, she insisted. Jenny, being the persistent woman ers,
decided to ask our neighbor about it. The next day.
She walked over and struck up a conversation. Missus Capello
was an older lady, been living there her whole life.
When Jenny mentioned what she saw, missus Copello got quiet,
real quiet. Haven't you knowsed people don't go outside after duk?
She finally said, given Jenny a look that chilled her
to the bone. Jenny came home even more rattled, and
I couldn't conceive the fear in her eyes. I tried
to reassure her, but deep down I was starting to
get a little uneasy myself. Over the next few months,
things got strange. We'd hear noises at nights at night,
like something moving around outside. It was saddle at first,
just rustling in the bushes or the occasional low growl,
but as time went on, the sounds got louder and
more frequent. One night, I swore I heard something scratching
at the back door. I grabbed my shotgun and went
to check, but there was nothing there. Jenny refused to
go outside after dark, and honestly, I couldn't blame her.
I started to feel like we are being washed, and
every little noise set me out on the edge. Our
peaceful countryside home had turned into a place of fear
and an uncertainty. Six months after we moved in, Jenny's
job relocated us again, and I can't say I was
sad to leave. The night before we packed up, I
went outside to get some are The moon was full
and the whole place was lit up like it was daytime.
As I stood there taking in the choir, I saw them,
those two creatures standing on the hill watching our house.
They didn't move, just stood there, as if to say goodbye.
I didn't tell Jenny about that last sighting. She was
scared enough as it was. We packed up the next
day and left, and I couldn't have been more elived.
That's crazy.
Speaker 1: It really is a shame that people have to have
experiences like this. It really is.
Speaker 2: Absolutely now the night of the Twelve Men ones. So
I'll read I think I've got a chapter hear from
the first one, and then I'll read a few chapters
from the third book. Okay, so the first chapter I'm
going to read here just gives the listeners an idea
of how it all starts. Okay, all right, A strange sighting.
Adam sat on his porch, the warmth of his coffee
mug cradled in his hands as he watched the sunrise
paint the sky in shades of pink and gold. Fled shoe.
His border Collie lay at his feet, contently gnawing on
a stick, unaware of the events about to unfold. The
wildlife of southern Missouri countryside stirred around him. The rustle
of leaves as DearS passed through the trees, the distant
call of a bobcat, the quick darting movement of a raccoon.
It was a scene familiar to Adam, a part of
the rhythm of his daily life. Excuse me. As Adam
sat on the porch, his mind wandered back to his past,
light reminiscing about the last time he felt truly contempt.
It was a vivid memory of the day spinner at
a water park with Amber and Laylor, just a week
before their untimely death. The joy's laughter and playful splashing
of his wife and daughter. They warmed his heart in
a way nothing else could. He cherished those memories of
his family, holding them close like precious treasures in the
depth of his soul. Adam was lost in thought, his
gaze unfocused, when something caught his eye, a dark figure,
squickly moving across the rolling hills in the distance. Initially
dismissing it as a trick of light or a mere
figment of his imagination, Adam's anes grew as to continue
to watch. A chill ran down his spine. Instinctively, Adam
reached for the binoculars he kept nearby, raising them to
his eyes and zooming in on the mysterious creature. It
resembled a large coyote or coy doc, its sleek black
fur glistening in the morning sunlight. But there was something
unsettling about it, something that filled at him with a
sense of dress. As the creature ran, Adam could see
the muscles rippling beneath its fur, the dog like muzzle,
and the large ears that marked it as a predator
of the wilderness. But it was what happened next that
caused his heart to skip a beat. The creature halted abruptly,
its gaze locking with Adams across the distance. Then, to
Adam's horror, it effortently rose onto two legs, displaying an
eerie sense of comfort in its posture. Time scene suspended
as Adam stared into the creature's dark, penetrating eyes, witnessing
it sniffing the air, Igniting a primal fear within him.
Adam couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. What the
heck is a he whispered to himself. The weds barely
audible over the pounding of his heart. Its head resembled
a mix of a wolf and a German shepherd. Its
coat appeared christine thick and dark, lightly dark brown or black,
depending on my life. Even from afar, Adam noticed its
fur gently swaying in the breeze. Its muscular and powerful
body adorned with broad shoulders and sturdy legs. Its eyes
hazel or yellow, held a predatory gleam. Its elongolated muscular
arms culminated in razor sharp claws, exerting a menacing aura.
Despite the distance and lack of size comparison, Adam couldn't
discern the creature's immense size, And then as suddenly as
it appeared, the creature dropped back to all fours and
continued on its way, disappearing into the trees beyond. Adam
sat frozen on the porch, his mind reeling from with
disbelief and what he had just witnessed. Fletcher stirred at
his feet, sensing his master's on ease that Adam could
only stare off in the distance, his thoughts consumed by
the encounter, a feeling of foreboding and enveloped him like
a heavy shroud, darkening the once tranquil surround him, rose
from his seat and made his way inside. The image
of the mysterious creature burned in his mind as he
closed the door behind him. Questioned, lingered in his thoughts,
why did that animal make me feel so fearful like
I hadn't felt before? It looked like a werewolf? But
those aren't real. Despite his rationalizations, a lingering une Is,
settled in his cup, knew that something had changed, that
the tranquility of his solitary exsistence had been shattered by
the presence of something dark and unknown working in the
shadows of the southern Missouri wilderness. So that was the
first chapter of A Knight of the dog Man. And
then we've got and I'll just read now chapter one
of the third book, one that one's called Vengeance. That
her book. All right, this should spook a few listeners,
have spooked me writing it all right, Chapter one. The
headlights of the audi cut through the darkened landscape as
David and Sheila made their way home on Route sixty.
The day had been long filled with shopping in Springfield,
her favorite pastime. David, ever, the dutiful husband, trial trailed
by name to her in silence, his thoughts elsewhere as
she gleefully spent his money. He had grown accustomed to
her constant demands and complaints, so much, though, that her
voice became little more than background noise, easily tuned out.
Tonight was no different. They were nearing Willow Springs and
the clock on the dashboard glowed nine point thirty eight pm.
Sheila was in mid rant, the words sharp and accurate. Accuse, Yeah,
I'll give up on that word right now. But David's
responses were automatic. Yes the year, he muttered whenever she
passed for bread, Not really hearing what she said, his
mind wandered, contemplating the trap of his marriage and the
bitter reality that leaving would cost him everything he worked
for as if successful or of the daunts. She had
no respect for him, that much was clear, and though
he longed to be free, he knew the consequences would
be devastating. At least they never wanted kids, he k used.
As they approached a dark corner, he turned to her,
offering her a half hearted reply to whatever she was
complaining about, but the voice suddenly cut through the air
with a scream. Watch out. David snapped his eyes back
to the road, just in time to see something dark
and hulking appear out of nowhere, clipping the fright front
right of the car with a sickening thud. He slammed
on the brakes, the ardi, skipping to a stop on
the gravel shoulder. His heart pounded. Is you try to
comprehend what had just happened? What the hell are you doing?
He could he killed me? You idiot? Sill's voice for shrill,
her fear marked by anger. It was a dog or something.
I think I hit someone's doggy. Mother already opening the door.
Who cares? It's dark and freezing out there. Just leave it,
But he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to
check it was still on the road. If it was
still on the road, it could cause another accident. Ignoring
her protests, David stepped out the cold night, air boning
at his skin. The only light came from his cell
phone as he cautiously moved to the back of the car,
scanning the area. His breath fogged in the chill, and
the silence of the night seemed to close in around him. There,
lying in the road, just behind the car, he saw
it at first, glanced it looked like a dock, mangy,
large and pitifully injured. It was dragging itself along the
ashfelt its legs twisted at unnatural angles. His heart ached
at the sight. He'd always loved dogs, which Sheeler would
never allow one in their home. Slowly, he walked closer
the beam of his phone like trembling as he took
in the steam, but as delightfully illuminated the creature, a
chill deeper than the night air seeped into his bone.
This dog was unlike anything he had never seen. It
was enormous, its body grotesque and mouth formed. Then it
stopped moving. David watched, paralyzed as the creature began to rise,
unfolding itself. He thought numbly. As it did, sickening sound
filled the night, like the cracking of bones, each snap
echoing in his ears and making his stomach drop. It
stood on two legs, towering over him. At nearly eight
feet tall, The once lipped form had transformed into a
monstrous figure, covered in thick, mattered fur that clung to
its powerful frame. Its legs were muscular and bent like
a dog's, ending in clawed canine feet that dug into
the earth with every step. The creature's hands were grotesque
and elonger, laid of fingers that ended in razor sharp claws,
perfect for tearing flesh. Its face was a nightmaris visage
of pure beasts, a long, looping, looping snout with roys,
with rows of gleaming sharp teeth, and ears that gloved
with glowed with the cold, calculating fogus. A pair of
pointed ears twitched it as it locked its gaze onto his,
its eyes narrowing with an intent, and meaty skin caraw
Then to his horror, he cocked its head and smirked,
the expression chillingly human on an otherwise monstrous face. Sheila's
impatient poise cut through the David's terror, her complaints growing
frantic as she braided him, be leaving her in the
car to the danger. But the creature's attention had already
shipped past David. Looking onto the car, its eyes gleamed
with the predatory hunger as it licked its chops, the
smoke twisting into something farm or sinister. His paralysis broke
and he spun around, head thudding, heart thudding in his ears,
But before he could take a step, searing pain exploded
through him as the beast leapt onto his back, Its
cows thinking deep into his shoulders and raking down his spine,
tearing through flesh and muscle. His screams pierced the night,
a raw, desperate sound that was abruptly cut short as
the creature, aching back up with the inhuman strength with
terrifying force, it slammed him against the car, the impact
shattering his ribs and setting a shock wave of pain
through his body. One of the broken ribs punched his
lung and gasped, choking on blood as it filled his
mouth his brain. His breath came in ragged, shallow bursts,
each one more labored than the last. And dog wasn't finished.
He cawed viciously at his chest, ripping through skin and muscle,
leaving deep, jagged wounds that oozed dark blood. The pain
was unbearable, but he screamed, had turned. His screams had
turned to wet gurgles. The blood filled his throat. He
slumped to the ground, dazed and barely conscious, his vision
dimming as the creature limped over him, emitting a rumbling
growl that reverberated through his entire body, a sound of
pure merciless mennace. Every breath he took was agony, his
body rapidly failing as the blood loss and internal injuries
overwhelmed him. He could feel his life slipping away, his
strength fading with each passing second. As the beach watched
with dark, evil eyes. Sheila's voice, when sharp with impatience,
was now frantic and tinged with fear. She hadn't yet
seen the full extent of the whole outside, but she
said something was terribly wrong. The creature had already shifted
its attention to the car, its hunger evident in the
glint of its eyes that hepproached the passenger's side. She
didn't notice the beast until it was right beside her
the cup, Its blood sloped, blood soaked claws scraping the
metal as they placed a massive hand on the door.
The sound of the nail screeching against the steel made
her breath hitch in her throat. She slowly turned, her eyes,
drawn to the dark, crimson streaked talons that rested on
the window. A split second, confusion clouded her mind, what
is that? But when she followed the line of the
creature's arm upward, and her gaze locked onto the face
looming outside the glass. Terror searched through her like an
electric shock. The dog Man's hideous snout was inches from
the window, its breath flogging up the glass with eachick
sat Its eyes were locked onto hers, gleaming with a
manovolet intelligence that sent ice through her veins. Before Chiela
could even screen, the creature acted with terrifying strength that
drove its fist through the window, last shattering an explosion
of shards that glinted like dead, deadly stars in the
dim light. The suddenness of the attack stole the air
from her lungs, leaving her frozen in shock, and with
deliberate slowness, it reached inside its cause, closing around her
logan bies. She finally found her voice, but the scream
that tore from her throat was choked and desperate, the
sound of pure panic. She tried to fight, thrashing against
the creature's grip and now was clawing at its leathery skin,
but it was futile. The dog Men's strength was overwhelming,
its grip unyielding. With a sickening crunch, it yanked her
out of the car, her body hitting the ground with boone,
jarring sup David, still struggling to stay conscious. Her cheerle
of screams turned in with gurgling cries as the creature's
cause slashed through her flesh. The sound was a surreal
symphony of tearing skin and splintering bone, each note driving
deeper into its fading awareness. Blood scrape spread across the pavement,
painting the night in a gruesome display of violence. As
the darkness crept closer to him, david last sight was
the dog man standing over Shield's broken body. It's muscles
slick with her blood. The creature looked up. It's Gay's
meeting his and in that moment, David saw something that
Bady's blood, red blood run cold, a twisted satisfaction in
its eyes as it reveled in the horror it had unleashed.
Sorry about that, because I've got a cold. It might
have come off a little bit rushed.
Speaker 1: No, you did fine. I was just thinking about what
the character was going through. That's rough.
Speaker 2: Yeah, I tried to get it out before. Excuse me coughing.
Speaker 1: Well, yeah, like I had told you before we went
on the air, it is wintertime down there in Australia,
so it's sloom cold season.
Speaker 2: Yep, everyone's got it. But yeah, David, he went through
the Ringer and that Chad in me.
Speaker 1: Yes he did. Yeah, that's a rough way to go out,
really rough, so that.
Speaker 2: One's not of the dog Man. So that series, so,
as I said, that's been the most popular. So if
people are interested in in the books, I'd love them
to check it out or send me a message if
they need to.
Speaker 1: That'd be cool, so that everyone listening knows. Just to
remind you, I am going to post links to the
links that I mentioned before posting to make it really
easy to find Luca's books, to not only purchase them,
but also to contact her if you have an encounter
that you'd like to share with her. That'll make it
really easy that way. But now I've said that, are
you ready to answer some questions from the listeners?
Speaker 2: Absolutely great.
Speaker 1: Well, the first one I'm going to put up there
is from KRB, and KRB wants to know. She says,
I'm leading to the party. But are all these encounters
primarily in ours?
Speaker 2: Absolutely not the majority the ones from the True Encounter's book,
they're North American. I don't believe I have any odds
ones whatsoever, not in the True Encounters one. So yeah,
I think that answers that one, doesn't it. I think
if she was referring to the true True Ones, yet.
Speaker 1: That does answer it. I'm sure you've listened to several
of the encounters who have been on the show. Several
of the eyewitnesses from Australia who had encounters there came
on the show when sure their encounters, haven't you?
Speaker 2: Absolutely? Yeah, You've had one from up in Queensland, the
crumbin Valley. That one's freaking I've listened to that multiple
times and I always put people onto that one. And
I think there was another one in Perth. And there's
been a couple of years that you've done from Australia
and there was one actually, gentlemen, he took a photo
of one and that's about forty minutes from where I live.
So yeah, that was a little freaky finding how that
one was so close.
Speaker 1: Wow, yeah, that is close.
Speaker 2: But no answering yet that question. There wasn't anything in
the in the True Encounter's book from oz No.
Speaker 1: All right, Well, the next question is from Bang Bang
and she wants to know. She says, might be a
dumb question, but did Luca have an encounter and she
already answered that bang bang, I think before you came
into the chat room. But yeah, she said she has
not had an encounter and hopes never to have.
Speaker 2: No no thank you. If I could choose no, I
don't want one, no thanks I'd be live my life
quite happy never seeing one myself.
Speaker 1: Well, that's understandable. Like I said, I hope you never
do have one. The next one up is from Andre's Carizales,
and Andre's wants to know, out of all cryptids you researched,
which one do you think is most neutral to people.
Speaker 2: I my opinion, saflich for sure, I think, and I
know a lot of other people believe this too, as
much as we can know about them, obviously. But the
dog Man comes off a bit more evil. It's more
evil intentions. It sort of I don't know. It gives
off this air of that it's it knows more than
it's letting on that. It's like it takes what's the
word I'm trying to explain that it Yeah, it just
enjoys making you terrified, and it knows it can make
you terrified. Whereas from the account the thousands and encounters
have listened to just on the podcast. You've got a
range of different ones from sasquatch, from just you know,
sightings to sort of, you know, somewhat friendly. But there's
been obviously the scary ones too, and I don't doubt
that there's versions of sasquatch out there that are really scary.
But Doug Man, it just even Yeah, I just think
sasquatch in answering that one quickly for ed would be, yeah,
the most neutral of all.
Speaker 1: Yeah, I can understand why you would say that because
he had dog me and don't have any soft edges.
Speaker 2: No, not at all that they don't.
Speaker 1: This next one is from Bang Bang. That's a great question.
She wants to know, Luca. Was there a specific encounter
you research that inspired the books?
Speaker 2: Not really, and that is that is a great question,
thank you. It was what how it sort of started
and how I write, And Lord knows if anyone else
writes similarly similar to this. But I would find that
I always had since oh I can remember, I always
had trouble falling asleep, and that's why I was. I
got my sort of sleep patterns from when I did
live over in the States and come back and still
stay on the sort at the same time. But yeah,
I always have trouble sleep, and I spent about an
hour just thinking before I could eventually fall asleep. And
once I decided, okay, I'm going to write, well, I didn't.
It was before I decided writing. Really, I would just
think up these encounters in my head and like play
out the scenes, and then I think, about six months later,
it's when I decided I'm going to write about I'm
going to write a book. Let's try that. And and
I would think of the scenes in my head and go, okay,
all right, and then i'd obviously fall asleep in the morning,
I'd remember it, surprisingly and then write it out as
a chapter and just repeat it each not and eventually
yet I got the book. So yeah, I don't know
if anyone else does it that way, but that's just
how it seemed to work. And I would picture it
the scenes, what as what would scare me? What would
scare me the most have happened, whether it be if
I was driving a dark road at night, or if
I was at home and I saw a face in
the window. I mean, all of these things would easily
scare me. But it was just yet, how would I
react to it? And if that scared me, I thought, okay,
surely it's going to at least scare one more person.
So that's how I ran with it.
Speaker 1: Wow, that's got to be so convenient as an author,
to dream up these encounters in your sleep, in your dreams,
and to be able to actually remember them when you
wake up as so convenient.
Speaker 2: I don't remember much, but apparently I remember those, So
I get a run with it while it's while it works.
Speaker 1: Yeah, as well, definitely any advantage you can get. Carrie
Carabia's next question for you. She wants to know, have
you ever heard of an encounter where the creature had
a back and forth with a witness by way of
telepathy or otherwise?
Speaker 3: No?
Speaker 2: Out of I guess, out of all the encounters, I
assent never, there wasn't sort of anything paranormal to that
they like, there wasn't telepathy, There wasn't anything telepathic, and
there wasn't anything about portals or anything. And that actually
reminds me because I remember my sister had told me
when easy missus years ago, fifteen twenty years ago, it
was down in Victoria in Australia and she was traveling
with her husband. They were going to go see this
I don't know when landmark, and you had to hike
to go see it. Well, she hiked up, they both
of them hiked half way up the hill, and halfway
up her I think maybe hernee or a hip was hurting.
So she said she'll stop there, and her husband decided
to go further on and actually see the landmark. So
she waited there. She said, it was beautiful forest, you
know it was. The birds are chirping, all that sort
of lovely stuff. And then she said, distance but not
too far away. She heard this door close and it
sounded like just this steel cooked door close in the
middle of nowhere, and it wasn't like you I remember
telling me about it back then. But and hopefully I've
got the whole story right because she'll be listening. But
that's pretty much it. And then when we were listening
to the Encounters on here in a few other podcasts,
that metal door gets mentioned a little, So I wonder
if it's got something to do with that. Is that
a door to a poort or is it something else?
Because it has been mentioned on it's that gentleman's name.
He broke the book and terrible with names. Martin Groves.
He yeah, he was on dog Man accounts I believe, wasn't.
He told about his experience and he heard the doors
too well, that large, metallic sounds. It's quite interesting but
at the same time quite freaky.
Speaker 1: No, I've never had him on the show before. I've
heard the album, but never have had a mine.
Speaker 2: Okay, So, yeah, he mentioned it a lot, and I
had certainly heard it before from a lot of people,
that that door is, yeah, something else, and I don't know
what it is, but yeah, I didn't come across any
of those sort of encounters myself known.
Speaker 1: Yeah, talking about that metal door sound, it does make
you wonder if they're being unleashed from underground or something.
Speaker 2: Mm hmm. That's you know, and I don't sort of
subscribe to that sort of belief that you know, they're
paranormal or anything. But at the end of the day,
I know nothing, So it's certainly possible. That's how I
see things. Anything's possible, So, yeah, who knows if if
they're unleashed or they as some people believe they walk
between the dimensions and that sort of thing. You never know.
So as possible.
Speaker 1: Yeah, anything is anything? Is this next one? This next
question up for you is from Josie meng Kuhn, and
her question is, Luca hear from experiencers that they have
more terrifying encounters by the red eyed dog man as
opposed to the amber dog man.
Speaker 2: That's a good question. I don't know. I would, excuse me,
I hear the amber more, and particularly from the encounters
that were submitted, there were more Amber than red. I
don't even know if there wasn't red, to be totally honest,
So I would definitely say Amber more than more than
any more than red, that's for sure. Yeah, that's a
really good question. I'm going to have to look into
that myself.
Speaker 1: Yeah, if you don't have that many red eyed dog
men being reported as being seen to you, then it's
going to be hard to make a comparison. And I
really noticed any difference between the percentage of aggressive dog
man encounters that involve red eyed ones versus zambra ones.
It seems like it's basically a toss up.
Speaker 2: Yeah, they're all creepy to me anyways. But yeah, yeah,
I'm gonna I'll look into it. But like, yeah, like
you said, yeah.
Speaker 1: They are all creepy, that's for sure. The next one
up is from KRB. She wants to know Luca if
any encounter has been positive.
Speaker 2: Ever, not that I've come across, and that's what leads
me into the well. The answer from the creevious question
about which more do, I think it's more neutral, and
I think it's asquatched because anything I've ever heard about
dog man, and particularly those true encounters that have sent
to me, it's just evil. It's it's not coming to
pat me on the back, it's not coming to enrooch
your life. Just have some sort of sinister way about them.
So yeah, I don't know of any that have been
positive or say, you know, someone's fallen into the water
and the dog Man's helped them out. I've certainly never
heard something along those lines. But you know, maybe maybe
I think when it comes to sasquatch, good, there's bad
and there's ugly. Maybe there is with dog men, but
because they look like the way they look, well, even
if they're just standing there staring at you, you still
have that feeling of evil regardless of what they're actually doing.
Speaker 1: It's happened before where a dog man's done something that
could be construed as being a positive thing maybe, but
never alltruistic or anything like that where it really went
out of its way to help someone. So yeah, normally
that's just not the case. I agree, I do. Michigan
Mediater wants to know. Has anyone ever offered or shown
you evidence great show? Thank you for your time.
Speaker 2: Luca, thank you. No, I actually is I do line
And it was only the other week or two ago.
Not a dog Man. It was Yowie Actually Yowie proof.
I've had a few and it's really cool that readers
and the books have contacted me, and a few of
them I've struck up friendships with, and you know, we've
talked and they had mentioned that they did a few
trips out to the pillarger or wherever you know they've gone,
and they've stepped through photos that they've taken of handprints
on the car windows and footprints and things like that. So,
in answering that question, yes, but dog Man, no, probably
yet because you know, I'm not in the States. It
probably cost a bit to sense if it was actually,
you know, physical proof. But no, no, nothing from the
States on dog Man.
Speaker 1: Well, you just wait. It's probably a matter of time
for people start sending you pictures at least in other
evidence like that.
Speaker 2: Hey, I'm open to it. I keep an open mind
on pretty much everything, always say things possible, So I'm
always happy to talk with anyone and discuss more than
happy to do that.
Speaker 1: Well, like I said, it's probably just a matter of time.
You just wait. Well, we've got time for one more question,
and I'm going to pop up a question from no
More Fundland and they want to know what cryptids are
unique to Oz.
Speaker 2: Well, we've got the Aoi, which is similar to which
is pretty much Yes, that's quatch Bigfoot, which got well, apparently,
we've also got dog Man that's seen quite a few times.
It's the bun yip that's not mentioned much here anymore.
What else have we got? I know on a straid
is going to be listening to this and saying, mention this,
mention this. But I don't know of any others.
Speaker 1: Uh, tree bears.
Speaker 2: We tell tourists that drop bears and things like that,
but they're really not real.
Speaker 3: I know there is different versions of the OUI, smaller
versions and things like that. I don't know there they're
lady names. So I won't try to mention that, but
there's different versions, different sizes and things like that. I
think they're the main two things that we'd have in Australia.
But you know, I know the States have got a
heck of a lot more than we do. And then guess, yeah,
you've got a lot more people than we do too,
But yeah, only the two that i'm and the main
twur would be get Yowie and dog man.
Speaker 1: Are you sure you don't really have drop beers and
flying spiders down there? Be honest?
Speaker 2: Now, I can honestly say there's no such thing as
a drop bear and flying spiders maybe if it's really windy,
although you know, and people will say when I go across,
like when I've lived in the States, they'd be like, oh,
you come from Australia. You live with the deadliest animals.
And I'm like, oh my gosh, no, no way. You know,
there's nothing that would kill you out in me bush
here like that. It doesn't feel like the wilderness to me.
But when I go there, you've got bears, you've got
mountain lions, wolves, which are all absolutely one fascinating to me,
and that's why I traveled there a lot. But the
American woods would kill you faster than the Australian woods.
But having said that, my mum had was bedden by,
the most dangerous spider in Australia when we were kids,
and you know, that got us a lot of interest
from our friends at school. Mom had to take the bike,
so we got popular at school. But who you've very
rarely see them. So yeah, I'd be more worried in
the woods in the States than I would be here,
that's for sure.
Speaker 1: Well, I mean opinions very when you think about saltwater
crocs and fear snakes and the funnel webs you have
and all the other goodies you have there, brown snakes, yeah,
I think I'd rather take my chances over here.
Speaker 2: I mean, yeah, but the crocs say they're up top
north of Queensland. They nowhere, knar me. And I mean
I went to Santa Belle Island in Florida. I couldn't
understand how people lived with alligators grabbing around. It was
just mud boggling to me. And they're like, you come
from Australia. I'm like, yeah, but we don't have to
walking around in the street like that's just the next
level to me. So Yeah, it's just different. How Yeah,
everyone opinions different from what's dangerous and what's not.
Speaker 1: Yeah, you know it is. It's all a matter of
what you're used to. That's all that matters. That's right,
that's right. Well, Luca, I can't thank you enough for
coming on and telling us about your books and sharing
those encounters with us. I really appreciate it.
Speaker 2: I appreciate the opportunity, Vick. Can I do apologize if
my call came across liam stories, but I did my
best and I thank you everyone for listening.
Speaker 1: Oh you did well. You didn't leave us wanting, so
please don't apologize for anything. But having said that, thanks
again so much for your time, and again everyone listening.
If you want to find the links for visiting Luca
or actually sharing your encounter with Luca, if you've had
an encounter that you want to share with her, if
you want to find the link where you can go
to purchase her books, just check out the description for
tonight's show and I'll have those posted there. But like
I said, thanks again so much for your time Luca,
and I hope you have a great I guess it's
morning there, so I shouldn't say great night. Hope you
have a great day.
Speaker 2: Thank you, Vick can take care.
Speaker 1: Oh you're welcome. We'll see again. I can't thank you
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