Speaker 1: Back in nineteen seventy nine, when I was nine years old,
Speaker 1: we lived in Angelina County in East Texas. It was
Speaker 1: about twenty miles south of Luvekin, near the sam Rayburn
Speaker 1: Lake area. Both of my grandparents lived there. They were divorced,
Speaker 1: but lived about two miles from each other. They each
Speaker 1: lived on a typical modest farm of twenty five to
Speaker 1: thirty acres with lots of chickens, ducks, horses, and cows.
Speaker 1: One smoldering summer night at my grandmother's farm, the adults
Speaker 1: were engaged in their usual routine of cooking dinner before
Speaker 1: settling in for a night of card playing. Meanwhile, I
Speaker 1: was slipping outside with my brother who was eleven, my
Speaker 1: cousin who was eight, and my dad's ten year old brother,
Speaker 1: our uncle, to hang out at the edge of one
Speaker 1: of the pastures, where the yard light on a pole
Speaker 1: made a bright circle in the night. Beyond that halo,
Speaker 1: the world was inky black. Within the light was the
Speaker 1: pasture gate, where we liked to sit and use our
Speaker 1: sling shots to play sort of a gigantic game of
Speaker 1: marbles by shooting rocks out of the circle and into
Speaker 1: the night. We were all sitting up on the gate,
Speaker 1: engrossed in our game and cutting up and laughing as
Speaker 1: little boys will do, when our attention was suddenly drawn
Speaker 1: in the direction of the barn located one hundred yards
Speaker 1: to our left. We silently stared and listened as something
Speaker 1: massive and heavy came running through the pasture from that direction.
Speaker 1: We shot looks at each other as we realized the
Speaker 1: speed at which this thing was running. We knew it
Speaker 1: was on two legs, and that brought another round of
Speaker 1: glances to one another. Every thump, thump, thump of those
Speaker 1: pounding steps burned itself into my mind as we sat
Speaker 1: waiting to see what this thing could be. It was
Speaker 1: at the edge of the light when it came to
Speaker 1: a complete stop, as if it had just then noticed
Speaker 1: us sitting there. The brightness ended so abruptly at the
Speaker 1: circle's edge that all we could see were two tree
Speaker 1: trunk sized legs from the knees down. They were massive.
Speaker 1: We could tell they were covered with brown hair that
Speaker 1: looked like long, fine brown wire. It was swaying like
Speaker 1: the hair on a wig moving in the wind. Then
Speaker 1: my uncle did something that surprised us. All had a
Speaker 1: rock locked and loaded in a slingshot and chose that
Speaker 1: moment to fire it right at the creature. We knew
Speaker 1: it hit its mark by the thump it made when
Speaker 1: it hit the animal's body, followed by a plunk as
Speaker 1: it hit the ground at its feet. But what happened
Speaker 1: next was the craziest thing I'd ever seen in all
Speaker 1: my nine years of living. The creature picked up the
Speaker 1: rock and threw it back at us, missing my head
Speaker 1: by inches. Instantly, as if the devil himself were chasing us,
Speaker 1: we sprang into action and sprinting for the house, pushing
Speaker 1: at and tripping over each other as we ran. It
Speaker 1: wasn't a matter of out running that thing in the darkness.
Speaker 1: We were trying to outrun each other. No one wanted
Speaker 1: to be the last man in line, and there was
Speaker 1: no doubt in our minds that whichever poor soul came
Speaker 1: in last would go down first. We breathlessly burst through
Speaker 1: the door, screaming for our parents to come outside and
Speaker 1: dispatch the monster in the pasture, but they just laughed
Speaker 1: at us. They went back to their card game. Certain
Speaker 1: we were making up the whole thing. There was nothing
Speaker 1: left for us to do. We weren't going back outside
Speaker 1: with an adult to get rid of the beast. So
Speaker 1: we cleaned up and we went to bed, but none
Speaker 1: of us slept that night, knowing there was something out there.
Speaker 1: The next morning, my dad and my stepfather weren't at
Speaker 1: the breakfast table. We asked my grandmother where they were,
Speaker 1: and as soon as she told us they were out
Speaker 1: in the pasture, we ran out the front door to
Speaker 1: join them. We found them at the far end examining
Speaker 1: a piece of fence that had been ripped up and
Speaker 1: completely demolished, as if something large had run right through it.
Speaker 1: My step grandfather and dad were baffled by the damage.
Speaker 1: All the animals were accounted for. They couldn't imagine what
Speaker 1: had done this. My name is Lynn. I live in Colman, Alabama.
Speaker 1: In nineteen eighty nine, my grandparents bought a sixty seven
Speaker 1: acre farm. I was four when they moved in and
Speaker 1: nine when Papa sold it. The farm had two new
Speaker 1: chicken houses with runs, and two old houses that were
Speaker 1: used for feeding hay storage. There was a pond right
Speaker 1: behind the house. From my grandparents' house to the chicken
Speaker 1: houses was a quarter mile or more, connected by a
Speaker 1: little dirt and gravel road on one side of the
Speaker 1: road were the chicken houses, and on the other side,
Speaker 1: and about forty yards way was a creek bed. My
Speaker 1: granny had cancer. She was doing chemotherapy off and on
Speaker 1: until she passed when I was seven. Several Times before
Speaker 1: she passed she said she saw bigfoot out behind the
Speaker 1: pond or in the pond. She was a religious woman,
Speaker 1: so I know she just wouldn't lie. I can't guarantee
Speaker 1: the chemotherapy didn't play a part in it, though. Once
Speaker 1: I was awakened in the middle of the night and
Speaker 1: told to get in the truck. We drove down to
Speaker 1: the chicken houses. Some of my grandfather's friends were already
Speaker 1: down there. They were all carrying guns and the headlights
Speaker 1: of their cars were pointed down between the chicken houses.
Speaker 1: I wasn't allowed to get out of the truck, but
Speaker 1: I asked what was down there, and I was told
Speaker 1: it was a fox. Now I'm smart enough to know
Speaker 1: it doesn't take that many people to kill a fox.
Speaker 1: I walked that dirt road from the main house to
Speaker 1: the chicken houses and back a good bit myself. Once
Speaker 1: I thought I saw something moved between the middle of
Speaker 1: the old chicken houses. I was coming from the house
Speaker 1: down to the new chicken houses, and I saw it
Speaker 1: through spots where the curtains were ripped or gone on
Speaker 1: the old chicken house windows. At first I thought it
Speaker 1: was one of our cows. By the time I got
Speaker 1: close enough to get a look, nothing was there. I
Speaker 1: also think I had seen movement inside the old houses before.
Speaker 1: Because of that, I would never look at them as
Speaker 1: I walked by. Plus, I would often hear walking noises
Speaker 1: from the woods beyond the creek bed, and I felt
Speaker 1: like I was being watched. There came a point when
Speaker 1: I always felt like I was being watched no matter
Speaker 1: where I went around that place. I had a two
Speaker 1: twenty four wheeler that I went everywhere on except the woods.
Speaker 1: Paul Paul told me to stay out of the woods.
Speaker 1: There were trails, some Paul Paul made with his tractor
Speaker 1: and some that were already there, and they all ran
Speaker 1: through the woods in typical facts. Wishing for a young boy,
Speaker 1: I did what I wasn't supposed to do until I
Speaker 1: get caught. One time, when I was in the woods
Speaker 1: on a trail I'd never been on before, I found
Speaker 1: what I think was a cave entrance. Before I could
Speaker 1: explore it, I got the eerious feeling and I got gone.
Speaker 1: It was getting close to dark now I was kind
Speaker 1: of lost, and I ended up getting on a trail
Speaker 1: that led me to our neighbor's house four miles away
Speaker 1: by way of paved road, which I took all the
Speaker 1: way back home. There used to be this tree right
Speaker 1: behind the house that I would play in all the time.
Speaker 1: It was thirty feet away from the pond behind the house.
Speaker 1: One day, I ran outside and jumped in the tree
Speaker 1: and started climbing up to my usual high spot. Many
Speaker 1: times I've seen our cattle in the pond splashing and
Speaker 1: twirling their tails. But as I turned around to take
Speaker 1: my perch HiPE in the tree, I saw something move
Speaker 1: and splashed that I could not recognize. It was all black,
Speaker 1: and it swung its arms in the water like you
Speaker 1: might if you were trying to splash someone in a pool.
Speaker 1: I don't remember hearing any kind of special sounds other
Speaker 1: than water splashing. It was just a movement that got
Speaker 1: my attention. I jumped down and I ran inside. I
Speaker 1: don't remember seeing any cattle around the pond that day either.
Speaker 1: It was like they were using our pond to bathe in,
Speaker 1: and it was splashing at me, trying to say, hey,
Speaker 1: I'm bathing here, boy, go inside. Not far from the
Speaker 1: farm is the road to Arley. And one night my
Speaker 1: mom's sister was coming home down that road from my
Speaker 1: great aunt's house when she saw something. She pulled up
Speaker 1: to the house, honking the horn. Pale white, and she
Speaker 1: said she peed herself. She was scared speechless. Once Mom
Speaker 1: got her calm down enough to talk, she said she'd
Speaker 1: seen something on the curve of that road. It was
Speaker 1: up in the distance. At first, she thought it was
Speaker 1: a coyote, and then she realized it was a lot
Speaker 1: bigger than a kaya, and thought maybe it was a bear.
Speaker 1: And when her headlights hit it, it stood up and
Speaker 1: it ran across the road. I've always heard rumors of
Speaker 1: bears in this area, but I've never heard any sightings myself.
Speaker 1: When I asked my aunt about it, she said it
Speaker 1: stood up on two legs and ran across the road
Speaker 1: like a man. She won't call it a bigfoot, and
Speaker 1: neither would my mom back when she first told me
Speaker 1: that story. Well, it was on that same road that
Speaker 1: my great aunt, the one from whose house my aunt
Speaker 1: was returning that night, had an accident she was missing
Speaker 1: for two weeks. I was young at the time, between
Speaker 1: five and seven, but I remember the wreck because I
Speaker 1: remember her being missing, and I remember the vehicle being
Speaker 1: my granny's old for ranger back when I was a kid. Though,
Speaker 1: when someone went missing, they might have just been in
Speaker 1: jail or the hospital. My great aunt, however, insists that
Speaker 1: for two weeks she was missing and she was being
Speaker 1: taken care of by a family of Bigfoot. They couldn't
Speaker 1: talk like us, but they could understand each other with gestures.
Speaker 1: Eventually they led her back to the road for someone
Speaker 1: to find her. Well, those are my Bigfoot stories. I
Speaker 1: hope you can use them. Thanks for the channel. It's
Speaker 1: a story about the Boggie Creek, the falc area. I
Speaker 1: always love these stories, and I love it when people
Speaker 1: send these in because the legend of Boggie Creek is
Speaker 1: the catalyst that put so many people on the trail
Speaker 1: of Bigfoot and interested in Bigfoot. It's still today, it's
Speaker 1: an iconic movie. But this is a foul Arkansas story.
Speaker 1: Miller County is located in the southwest corner of Arkansas.
Speaker 1: Its county seat is Texas Arcana, but it is perhaps
Speaker 1: most famous for the tiny town that lies less than
Speaker 1: twenty miles to the south, known as Foalk. My family
Speaker 1: has lived in Miller County since before the Civil War.
Speaker 1: I lived in Foult for most of my young life.
Speaker 1: We were not in the camp of believers in the
Speaker 1: foulk monster made famous by the movie The Legend of
Speaker 1: Boggy Creek. It may come as a surprise to many,
Speaker 1: but not everyone in that region believes sometime in nineteen
Speaker 1: eighty one or nineteen eighty two, I was around fourteen
Speaker 1: years old, and something happened that in recent years has
Speaker 1: made me question my family's position in the fall. I
Speaker 1: had invited a friend from school to spend the weekend
Speaker 1: with me to scout deer hunting places for the upcoming
Speaker 1: deer season. Our house was surrounded by fifty acres of
Speaker 1: standing hardwood timber, with a large creek running through it.
Speaker 1: Beyond that timber was a large cutover of four hundred
Speaker 1: acres or more. It seemed to go on forever. That day,
Speaker 1: we had walked all the way across that land looking
Speaker 1: for deer sign when we came up on an odor
Speaker 1: so powerful and so bad, I told my friend I
Speaker 1: didn't want to find the source of it. I assumed
Speaker 1: it was a dead horse or some other large animal
Speaker 1: decomposing in the hot Arkansas sun. It smelled like a
Speaker 1: cross between rotten meat, trash, raw sewage, and a heavy
Speaker 1: dose of strong sulfur, similar in intensity to a skunk,
Speaker 1: but different. It hung so thick in the air that
Speaker 1: we could almost taste it. We decided it was time
Speaker 1: to go home, and we turned a head back. It
Speaker 1: was getting dark, but we followed the logging roads that
Speaker 1: ran in straight lines between the properties. As we walked
Speaker 1: along with our timber to our right, the cutover to
Speaker 1: our left, and the setting sun sinking in the sky
Speaker 1: behind us, we became aware of something paralleling us in
Speaker 1: the timber beside the cutover. We couldn't see anything in
Speaker 1: the failing light, but it sounded like it was on
Speaker 1: two feet and that it was fairly close. I called
Speaker 1: out to it, but it didn't get a response. A
Speaker 1: quarter mile up the road, we turned right along the
Speaker 1: property line. As a result, whatever was following us was
Speaker 1: now silhouetted against the sun. Did you see that? My
Speaker 1: friend cried. He was so upset he couldn't stop blubbering
Speaker 1: and wringing his hands. I hadn't seen anything, so he
Speaker 1: pointed into the woods and he said, look right there,
Speaker 1: at the bottom of a large oak tree, I could
Speaker 1: see a shadow about three feet off the ground, peering
Speaker 1: back at us. It was all black, made even more
Speaker 1: so by the sun behind it, so I couldn't make
Speaker 1: out any features. I did note, however, that it didn't
Speaker 1: have any ears on top of its head, and I
Speaker 1: thought that was strange. If it had been a dog
Speaker 1: or a coyote, I would have expected to see ears,
Speaker 1: But since I didn't believe in the legend, it was
Speaker 1: nothing to be worried about. By now, my friend was
Speaker 1: having a nervous breakdown. He started begging me to start running.
Speaker 1: He wanted to get away from there. My family's lived
Speaker 1: here for generations. I assured him, there's nothing to worry about.
Speaker 1: There's nothing here that can hurt you, but he was
Speaker 1: not impressed. We still had fifty acres of timber to
Speaker 1: walk through, and the sun was disappearing fast. As it
Speaker 1: vanished beyond the horizon, darkness swallowed the woods, leaving us
Speaker 1: unable to move forward until the sodium light came on
Speaker 1: in the yard so I could find the house. We
Speaker 1: moved slowly towards home, and that thing in the woods
Speaker 1: stayed behind us within fifty feet the entire time, Even
Speaker 1: though we had nothing more than a couple of pellet guns.
Speaker 1: I was never afraid. It had to be some sort
Speaker 1: of animal, but nothing to be concerned with. Finally we
Speaker 1: got back to the house and we're safely in the
Speaker 1: kit where my friend lost his mind. He called us
Speaker 1: folks to come get him. They showed up and put
Speaker 1: him in the floorboard of the car and covered him
Speaker 1: with a blanket. He was a basket case. The next Monday,
Speaker 1: he went to school and told everyone that we had
Speaker 1: seen the Foult monster. People asked me what I saw,
Speaker 1: and I said it was something small behind a tree,
Speaker 1: nothing to be afraid of. The kid quit speaking to
Speaker 1: me after that. A few days later he moved to
Speaker 1: a different school. I wouldn't see him for another six
Speaker 1: years when we ran into each other in college history class.
Speaker 1: And after all that time, he still would not speak
Speaker 1: to me. Over two decades passed before I gave it
Speaker 1: another thought. I was watching an episode of Finding Bigfoot
Speaker 1: where the witness described an incident that was the same
Speaker 1: basic story I just related. The biggest difference was that
Speaker 1: this person's encounter happened to be in Utah. All what
Speaker 1: he had seen poking out from behind a tree where
Speaker 1: the creature's knees. I sat straight up in my chair
Speaker 1: as the hair stood up on the back of my neck.
Speaker 1: I was immediately backing that cutover with that kid. Did
Speaker 1: he see more than I did? I can't say I
Speaker 1: saw a bigfoot, and I'm not sure what else it
Speaker 1: could be or what could explain it. Well. Uh, I
Speaker 1: want to keep wanting to say his name, because he's
Speaker 1: got a good name, he's got a good Southern name,
Speaker 1: but I won't. I won't say his name, but I
Speaker 1: wonder if there's any way to get in touch with
Speaker 1: this guy and uh, maybe shake his hand and say, hey,
Speaker 1: let's bear the hatchet. I think maybe you did see something.
Speaker 1: I don't know, but I understand exactly what this writer's saying.
Speaker 1: I mean, if I was out in the woods and
Speaker 1: somebody said, hey, I saw something, I'd say, Oh, you
Speaker 1: didn't see nothing, come on, let's keep going. I'm that way.
Speaker 1: I'm like, I'm one of these people that likes to
Speaker 1: dismiss things that I encountered that are strange out in
Speaker 1: the woods because I always It kind of depends on
Speaker 1: who the person is. I think if it was my wife,
Speaker 1: I would say, all that's nothing, come on. I mean,
Speaker 1: if she hears a little scratching in the house, she
Speaker 1: thinks of mouse is in the house. We live in
Speaker 1: the country and mice are just a fact of life
Speaker 1: out here, but our house is not covered up with
Speaker 1: them except in the winter. But it's summertime and we
Speaker 1: actually have She saw a mouse run across the handrail
Speaker 1: on the back porch, so she's freaking out, and I'm like,
Speaker 1: don't worry about it. That they need a place to
Speaker 1: stay too, and I'm gonna have to get rid of
Speaker 1: them all. But you get my point. You kind of
Speaker 1: dismiss these things and you don't think anything else about it.
Speaker 1: It's not something that's ever on your mind, but it's
Speaker 1: on the other person's mind and they get mad at
Speaker 1: you for it. And yeah, my wife gets mad at
Speaker 1: me when I dismiss her about the mice. So I
Speaker 1: can see both sides of this, one way or another.
Speaker 1: This was a great story and the guy wrote it
Speaker 1: just perfectly. It was a great story. And again, I
Speaker 1: love these Foult monsters stories, and it was so nice
Speaker 1: of him to send it in and I really appreciate him.
Speaker 1: This is a story that was emailed to me from
Speaker 1: John O. He is from Australia and this is a
Speaker 1: great story. My father drove a truck for a road
Speaker 1: builder one Saturday in nineteen sixty six. He took me
Speaker 1: to work with him. I was ten years old at
Speaker 1: the time. Dad's boss was building a home at a
Speaker 1: place called lang Lang in the state of Victoria, Australia.
Speaker 1: We drove down there and Dad went to work dragging
Speaker 1: a huge timber up and down a dirt road so
Speaker 1: that it would look worn. It was the central beam
Speaker 1: of the house. There was a dam a couple one
Speaker 1: hundred meters down from the building site, and I got
Speaker 1: the idea to build a raft. I found four ten
Speaker 1: gallon drums and some nails and timber, and I borrowed
Speaker 1: a hammer and I rolled and carried everything down to
Speaker 1: the dam. It was hard work for a ten year old,
Speaker 1: but I got it done. I'd been at it for
Speaker 1: about an hour when I had this overwhelming feeling that
Speaker 1: I was being watched. I brushed it off and I
Speaker 1: kept on working. But then that feeling of danger came
Speaker 1: over me again. My young sixth sense kept telling me
Speaker 1: to pay attention, and I stood up and perused the
Speaker 1: tree line at the edge of the clearing around the dam.
Speaker 1: I finally noticed a dark, circular shape in the meter
Speaker 1: high light brown grass of the clearing, and it disappeared
Speaker 1: and then reappeared again, changing from a circular shape to
Speaker 1: a more oval shape. I picked up a piece of
Speaker 1: timber about twice my height, and it was too big
Speaker 1: to grip comfortably, and I ignored my inner voice that
Speaker 1: was screaming, it's a bore, it's a wild dog, it's
Speaker 1: a wombat, and I proceeded toward the anomaly. My curiosity
Speaker 1: won the battle, and when I got within a couple
Speaker 1: of meters from the high grass, I put the timber
Speaker 1: in front of me and I approached the spot where
Speaker 1: I'd seen the shape. I peered over the grass and
Speaker 1: I saw an animal that could have dragged me into
Speaker 1: the bush land and never be seen again. It was
Speaker 1: a black panther with brown streaks through its shiny black fur.
Speaker 1: I saw it from the left hand side. It was
Speaker 1: crouching down and moving away from me. It was agitated,
Speaker 1: and it was snarling, doing what I would describe as
Speaker 1: a fake charge, but in retreat it would turn its
Speaker 1: head back toward me, showing me one extremely large canine
Speaker 1: about the size of an adult index finger. I didn't
Speaker 1: realize it at the time, but I had gone in shocked,
Speaker 1: and I stood there holding the piece of timber in
Speaker 1: front of me, one foot in front of the other,
Speaker 1: capable of moving only my eyes and head. As I
Speaker 1: watched it disappear out of sight. My thoughts were to
Speaker 1: get out of there, but not to run. How many
Speaker 1: more were there, I thought, would that one double back
Speaker 1: and get me? How far was I from the safety
Speaker 1: of the house? And why was my body not moving?
Speaker 1: When I finally regained some composure, my legs work like
Speaker 1: a rusty robot. I stepped back, slowly, keeping the timber
Speaker 1: piece in front of me. All the while I was
Speaker 1: scanning the tall grass and up and down the paddocks
Speaker 1: in the bush land. I backed all the way down
Speaker 1: the hill and up the other side, And when I
Speaker 1: finally heard voices close by, I turned and ran straight
Speaker 1: for a man who was up a ladder painting the
Speaker 1: outside of a house. He looked down at me and
Speaker 1: he said, hey, son, you look like you've seen a ghost.
Speaker 1: I couldn't find my voice to answer him. I was
Speaker 1: still in shock. I went straight into the living area,
Speaker 1: where I sat on a pile of timbers, surrounded by workmen,
Speaker 1: and I pondered what I had just seen. I don't
Speaker 1: know how long I had been sitting there when I
Speaker 1: heard my father say, come on, son, let's go. I
Speaker 1: was never so relieved as I was to get into
Speaker 1: that truck and go home. After a while, I finally
Speaker 1: found my and I said, Dad, I saw a panther today.
Speaker 1: He responded with, don't be stupid. There's no sich thing
Speaker 1: in Australia. That was it. I never spoke of it again.
Speaker 1: In the early nineteen nineties, my wife and I took
Speaker 1: our twins to the zoo and when we got to
Speaker 1: the big cat enclosures, we saw a black panther or
Speaker 1: a leopard with slight brown markings, sitting high up on
Speaker 1: a log. I stopped in my tracks and gazed in awe.
Speaker 1: All of those old emotions came flooding back. This was
Speaker 1: definitely what I had seen, except to go through it
Speaker 1: with my wife on several occasions. I have kept this
Speaker 1: experience locked away since I was ten years old. She's
Speaker 1: a good listener, Thank God, and I realize now that
Speaker 1: the peace September I was holding had probably saved my wife.
Speaker 1: In nineteen sixty six, when I was ten, there was
Speaker 1: only hearsay about these things. But the advent of the
Speaker 1: Internet and more advanced media resources, more and more stories
Speaker 1: have come to light. I'm an ex serviceman. I stand
Speaker 1: six feet tall and I weigh two hundred and twenty pounds.
Speaker 1: Not much throws me, but I do have one Achilles heel.
Speaker 1: I don't go into the bush alone, and if I
Speaker 1: go in a group, you'll find me at the back
Speaker 1: carrying a big piece September, pretending I use it for stability.