Speaker 1: Here is a story about a swamp creature from a
National Park ranger in the Everglades in Florida. Here's what
he writes. I was a National Park ranger at Everglades
National Park, Florida. I've since retired, but I worked as
a ranger for forty seven years. My encounter took place
on December twenty five, nineteen ninety one. Along with another
park ranger. I was patrolling the swamps of the Everglades
in the middle of the night because we had gotten
a call from the police department about a missing person.
We were patrolling and we heard a sound that we
could not explain coming south of our direction. We were
both so scared that we started to run back to
our car. Before we could get to it, an entity
bigger than an upright pickup truck suddenly appeared in front
of us. Its skin was green and its ears were
twigl like. It had a round head and a thick,
wide belly, and it seemed to be wearing clothes. I
know this is hard to believe, but it looked like Shrek.
The encounter seemed like it lasted forever. We were so
terrified that we couldn't move, and then it walked off
and disappeared into the darkness, and we ran as fast
as our feet could take us back to our car.
And then we told our boss that we were not
able to find the missing person, and we didn't tell
him what we had seen, and we never spoke of
it again. Uh. I don't I'm not going to cast
doubt on this story, but it I don't know this
guy was a National Park ranger anyway. This story was
greatly lacking in detail. It's very short. It's only a
two hundred and twenty eight words for the whole story.
Most stories I do are at least one thousand and
fifteen hundred words. But as I was reading this, it
was almost like and I'm not trying to insult the
writer at all, but it's almost like a kid wrote this.
Maybe that's what happened. I do get trolled on these,
but if this is true, that's scary as hell. Man
running into Shrek and the Everglades National Park down in
Florida for a park ranger who worked as a ranger
for forty seven years on Christmas Day nineteen ninety one,
they run into Shrek. Come on, man, that's crazy, but
it's a good story. I really like the story, thanks
for sending it. Here is a Bigfoot story you're gonnae
Around nineteen eighty two, I took my sons and their
friend deer hunting in Colvill National Forest and Washington and
camped at Muddy Creek. While the boys had gone off
to a different low, I made it to the top
of a steep ridge, and when I got there, I
realized that the deer were probably down in the valley
from where I was standing, so I decided to go
down the ridge side through the heavily wooded area to
get there. It was so steep that after a short
try to get down, I got to thinking that if
I went all the way down at this time of day,
early afternoon, it would be after dark before I'd get
back to camp. So I stopped to take a breather
before heading back up the ridge again, when all of
a sudden, I got this strange feeling that something was
watching me. I sat there for a short time and figured, oh, well,
I'd made my mind up to start back up anyway,
and I kept looking around all the way back, not
for deer, but for whatever was watching me. The next
morning was clear and sunny. I was about a half
mile from where I was the day before, and I
was creeping peak hunting in a thick brush patch around
five feet high and trying to be real quiet to
blend in with my surroundings. I was using my son's
old thirty thirty that didn't have a sling on it,
so it was in hand and it was ready to
fire out of nowhere. What I thought at first was
a bear jumped up from a lying position in the
brush ten or fifteen feet in front of me. It
took one look at me and it headed out for
taller timber and fifty feet away, crossing the distance in
just seconds. It was brownish in color, and it ran
on two feet that had a flat face, a small
nose and ears and no snout. It was only four
or five feet tall, but it was quicker than lightning,
and the entire encounter happened in just a few seconds.
I never even had time to pull the hammer back
on my rifle to shoot if I had needed to.
Now that night, we heard a blood curdling, howling, screeching
scream that lasted a full minute. Now, I've been hung
my entire life, and I've heard it all, but I
have never heard something like that. It was a completely
unknown noise to me, and it put a big yellow
stripe right up my back. The following morning, I dropped
the boys off on top of the ridge so they
could make a drive down to the bottom where I
would pick them up later. And I was waiting at
the bottom in an open area maybe five hundred yards
with a high voltage power line running through it. Another
hunter from Tacoma drove up. His party was doing the
same hunt as me and my boys, and we talked
and I asked if he heard the screechs from the
night before, and he's told me he did, and that
he had seen a bigfoot run across that very same
feel last year. He reported his sighting to the game department,
but they didn't seem concerned. They just told him they
were aware of it and that it had been there
for some time. Now. What bothers me to this day
is that my kids don't remember that's screaming. How Maybe
that's a good thing. And I don't remember any foul
odor either, lest it be for me. That's the end
of his email. That's pretty cool. So you heard this
horrible scream, You heard this horrible scream in the night,
and you had seen something run in front of you.
You probably didn't know what it was, though, And I
was about to ask, and you still send your boys
out there to hunt. A lot of people do that.
I know that I'm not making a judgment on this.
I just, you know, we all kind of make judgments
on these stories. But that's the first thing that popped
in my head if I had seen what I thought
was a bigfoot. But maybe he wasn't thinking that at
the time and just probably just wrote it off of
some strange animals screaming, a blood curdling, howling, screeching scream
that lasted a full minute, he wrote. He said he'd
been hunting all his life and he's never heard anything
like that, and it put a big yellow stripe right
up his back, he said. But he sends his kids
back out in the woods and says, hey, y'all meet
me at the truck down there in the clearing. I
just thought that was funny. They were safe, and I'm
just joking around, but that was a good story. I
sure appreciate the man sending it. Thank you, sir. Here
here is an email that I got a couple of
years ago, just getting to it. It is things flying
in the sky and screams in the woods. This is
pretty good. It was a fall in nineteen seventy nine
and I was about to turn fifteen in December. There
was a new kid in school that year named Louie.
He was two years older than me, but he was
in the same class. Because he had been sick, he
was able to drive, and I and some other boys
knew where the good hunting and fishing spots were. Louie
had twisted his ankle during basketball practice, but he drove
me and three younger boys raccoon. Anyway, things were different
back then. Our parents were more lenient about us going
out hunting and fishing. We arrived at the spot that
we wanted to hunt, a spot where my dad and
I had hunted a lot before, and we turned the
dogs loose. It didn't take long before the dogs were
on a trail. They would bark to alert us that
they had treed something and wait for us to get
close to them, and then they would run off again. Well,
this went on for a while, and when we were
deeper into the woods, Louis stopped my ankle's killing me.
How far are we from the truck. He asked, pretty
good ways, I said we were close to the highway,
so I told the three younger boys to head up
there while Louie and I went back to the truck.
We got in and we're headed to pick up the
other boys. When I saw an orange light on the horizon.
Do you see that, I asked Louie. It's too low
to be a star, I said. A plane flew over
us in the direction of the light, and the light
did the strangest thing. It followed the plane, and I
watched it for a while, wondering what on earth it
could have been, and then I told Louie that it
was time for us to go. We went down the
road a bit and stopped on the way to listen
for the dogs, and then we heard a scream. Did
you hear that, I asked Louis. It was a deep,
guttural scream, like a cow was being slaughtered. We kept
going and got to the highway and found the three
boys right where I thought they'd be. Louis slowed to
a stop and I joked around and opened my door
and I said, y'all need to ride. They didn't think
it was funny. Something had upset them. The first boy
that got to me grabbed me by the shirt and
he pulled me out of the truck. Man. There's something
in these woods, he said. He looked paniced. Let's get
out of here. One of the other boys asked us
if we heard it, the sound of that woman screaming. Well,
I held my tongue and I didn't say anything. The
next day I had to go back with my dad
to get the dogs. I wasn't sure what would be
waiting for us there. Though. I wanted to tell him
what happened, but I never did, and not one time
did any of us boys ever mention it again. Wow,
let's see, that was nineteen seventy nine. He was fifteen,
So it's twenty twenty four, fifteen plus forty four. Roughly
it's sixty. This man's about sixty years old. This was
This is an old No? Is that right? Sixty? Nineteen
seventy nineties fifteen, that's about right. I'm sixty two. I
graduated in eighty. I'm not a genius at math, y'all.
I'm trying to add it in my head. I only
got ten fingers. Anyway, he's about my age. This is
pretty cool story. They saw something in the sky and
they heard a scream like a woman's screaming while they
were raccoon hunting one night. What do you raccoon hunters?
Do you just leave your dogs out in the woods.
I've never owned any coon dogs before, But if they
get away from you, do you all just leave them
and go back and get them? How do you know
where to find them? Will they run coons all night long?
How does that work? I've been on raccoon hunts before,
and they're kind of fun. They gathered up the dogs
at the end of the night and put them back
in the boxes and took them home. I've only been
a couple of times. It wasn't really that fun. It's
a lot of work actually for raccoon I don't really
care for raccoon meat anyway. It's hard. It's hard to
make raccoon meat taste good in my opinion. Venison, on
the other hand, totally different story. But raccoon meat. I've
eaten beaver, I've eaten what else have I eaten? Beaver?
I guess beaver, raccoon. I think I had gatortail one time.
I had snake one time. Anyway, I don't know how
I got off on that tangent, but I just thought
i'd tell you all that. Thank you to this writer
for the story. It was very good. I appreciate it
all right. This is a cool story. And the man
said he has nothing to hide that I could use
his name, but I'm just going to say his first name.
His name is Tim. It's a dog man's story, and
it's pretty scary. A few years ago, I had a
mind blowing encounter with something I'm not sure how to categorize.
Never in my fifty four years on this planet had
I ever heard of this creature. Even now, I'm not
willing to call it what it looked like. Fortunately, I
wasn't the only one who saw it. There were three
other cars on the road with me that day. We
were all affected the same way, with confusion and fear.
It was August of twenty eighteen, and where we lived
in Arizona, the summer was experiencing a dangerous heat wave
with temperatures reaching one hundred and twenty two degrees, and
when the sun began to set and gave us a
little break from the heat, my friend Ronnie and I
decided to head over to the local Indian casino so
we could get some cigarettes. We turned on the well
worn two lane road that took us to the casino
on the other side of the Colorado River, and about
a mile down the road, the terrain changes from desert
to finally groomed alfalfa fields, separated only by a single
dirt road that crosses it. The other cars were following
closely behind us. We were coming up on the dirt
road intersection when something jumped across the road in front
of us, only ten feet away. The strangest thing was
that we could see the shape of this thing, and
we could see how big it was, but it was
like it was made of glass. We could see right
through it. We looked at each other, and from the
expressions on our faces, it was clear that neither one
of us was sure what we had just seen. And
we both said, bro, did you see that thing that
just ran in front of us? And then Ronnie said, well,
what did you see? And I said it looked like
a massive wolf, except I could see through it. And
the color drained from Ronnie's face, so I asked him
again what he saw. I saw exactly the same thing,
he answered. After that we didn't speak another word until
we got to the casino store, and when we pulled in,
we realized that the three cars that were following us
had pulled in behind us. And we got out and
we stood there in a small circle for a minute.
Maybe no one knew what to say, maybe we didn't
know how to start the conversation. But when someone finally
broke the silence, we all began talking at once, and
after a minute we slowed down and took turns describing
what we had seen. It was the same thing for
all of us. It looked like a giant wolf, but
we could all see right through it. This older couple
who was out there on vacation, were really shook up.
The husband yelled at his wife to hurry up and
get what they'd come for. We're getting out of this
place and going home, he said. They don't have things
like that where we live. And when his wife came
out of the store with their supplies, they climbed in
the car, locked the doors, and they sped away, doing
about sixty The rest of us disgusted a little more,
trying to wrap our minds around what we had seen,
to confirm that it was real, and it was a
few minutes later. We all went our separate ways. We
were all shaken by the encounter, but Ronnie and I
decided to pull onto the dirt road and look for
any evidence to support what we had seen. And it
didn't take more than getting out of the car and
looking down at the dirt to find what we were
looking for. There were massive paw prints that came down
the dirt road and around the corner, and after seeing
how big they were, we jumped back in the car
and we got out of there. Those prints were a
good eighteen inches wide by twenty inches long, with giant
claw marks jutting out in front of them. Now you
can see why I don't want to call it what
we saw. Who would believe me if I told them
I saw a thirty foot long, eight foot tall glass wolf. Well,
we wrote it off as maybe a spirit of the reservation,
but me and Ronnie never failed to speak of it
whenever we were together. Well. Sadly, last year Ronnie succumbed
to a crippling disease he was born with. He made
it to fifty six, and may he rest in peace.
I hope he's looking down on me and smiling because
he knows that now our encounter is public knowledge. Well,
that's right, Tim, your encounter is public knowledge. And I've
had this for a long time, and I just just
am getting to it. I wish I I think I've
had this for a couple of years. I'm going I'm
going to my oldest emails and bringing them up and
doing them first for the next couple of three months.
Usually I just pick randomly from the I have. Well
I'm not going to talk about how many I have,
but I have a lot of them, and usually I'm
in a big hurry, and I just find so, Okay,
that looks good. Oh, this looks good, and I copy
them and put them in a folder and then I
read them. But I'm intentionally going back to some of
the oldest emails that I have, and I'm up to
twenty twenty one, maybe late twenty twenty one, and we've
got a long way to go, got a lot of them,
to a lot of them to do. But this is old.
I wish I'd gotten to it sooner, because it's a
very good story. So I appreciate you sending it, Tim,
You to man. I hope everything's going good in Arizona.
I hope you're healthy, and I hope you haven't seen
this creature again. Man, that's really cool. Okay, that's the
end of the podcast. Thanks again for joining me and
we will see you guys on the next one. I
love you all.