Speaker 1: Okay, I've got another story here from Australia. The gentleman
Speaker 1: is from Townsville in Queensland, Australia. He writes, one time,
Speaker 1: when I was a younger lad, I saw some yowis
Speaker 1: attack a boomer that's an old gray kangaroo. When I
Speaker 1: saw them come out, I hid behind an old tree stump.
Speaker 1: They grabbed his back legs and ripped them right off,
Speaker 1: and then held them up like trophies. Another yowie, much
Speaker 1: bigger and older looking than the others, came out of
Speaker 1: the bush. I was six feet seven inches tall back then,
Speaker 1: and even the smallest of the three made me look small.
Speaker 1: The big one's body had more muscles than the incredible hult.
Speaker 1: I watched them and they started fighting over the kill.
Speaker 1: The two younger ones took the legs from the boomer.
Speaker 1: The growl like lions and start smashing each other with
Speaker 1: the legs. It was so powerful that I felt the
Speaker 1: ground vibrating under my feet. The bigger Yaowi towered over
Speaker 1: them like a tree, and he growled. It was so
Speaker 1: loud that I lost control of my bowels. He banged
Speaker 1: the two younger ones heads together like wrestlers, and then
Speaker 1: kicked one in the chest. It flew into the air
Speaker 1: and into the bill of bong. In Australia, a billabong
Speaker 1: is like a small lake. But this was no small
Speaker 1: bill of bong. It was big enough to hold some
Speaker 1: big old saltwater crocs, some as long as twenty feet
Speaker 1: that I had seen myself. The Yaowi hit the water
Speaker 1: right by an old salty croc. He grabbed the croc
Speaker 1: by the tail and picked it up right out of
Speaker 1: the water, and he punched it in the head. The
Speaker 1: old croc grabbed onto the yawi's leg, and the aoy
Speaker 1: screamed and roared, and the croc grabbed onto his hand
Speaker 1: and fingers. The other yaoi stopped fighting over the kangaroo
Speaker 1: and joined the one in the billomong. One of them
Speaker 1: jumped in and smashed the croc's head with his fist,
Speaker 1: and then it grabbed the croc by the jaws and
Speaker 1: opened them so wide that its head bent backward and
Speaker 1: the jawbone snapped. Then they tore the thing apart. One
Speaker 1: ripped its tail off, and another ripped its back legs off.
Speaker 1: One pushed its finger into the belly and ripped it
Speaker 1: open and tore the guts out and then started eating them. All.
Speaker 1: The blood in the Billomong brought more crocs, and the
Speaker 1: alleys took what body parts they could, threw it over
Speaker 1: their shoulders and jumped back onto land. I felt the
Speaker 1: earth shake again like an earthquake. After they vanished into
Speaker 1: the bush. I crawled out from behind a tree stump
Speaker 1: in complete shot. I slapped my face to get my
Speaker 1: head working again, and then I went out to measure
Speaker 1: one of their footprints against my own. I'm a big guy.
Speaker 1: I wear seventeen shoes. You can't get that of shoe
Speaker 1: in Australia, so I have to order them from the
Speaker 1: United States. When I put my shoe next to the footprint,
Speaker 1: it was much longer and wider, the biggest footprint I
Speaker 1: had ever seen. I look into the bill of Bong
Speaker 1: and saw the other crocs eating the one the Yooi's
Speaker 1: ripped up. I've seen yowis and other parts of Australia too.
Speaker 1: I think they must be magical or something. I told
Speaker 1: my experience to some Aboriginals and they told me the
Speaker 1: Yoois talk to them and work with them too. Some
Speaker 1: are very wonderful at heart, the brother of people and
Speaker 1: guardians to the earth long before white men landed in Australia.
Speaker 1: But tribal Yoois are cannibals. The aboriginals told me stories
Speaker 1: about years of giant lizards fighting with the Yoois. It
Speaker 1: started with a young yaowie playing in the bill of
Speaker 1: bong just like human kids do, splashing in the water
Speaker 1: and playing around. A giant lizard much bigger than the
Speaker 1: old salty crocs went after it, and it bit the
Speaker 1: young Yaoi's leg off and bloodied the water, and all
Speaker 1: hell broke loose. The other Yaois heard the younger one
Speaker 1: howling and then went to the billabong. A group of
Speaker 1: them jumped in the water and smashed the lizard's ind
Speaker 1: and tried to free the younger one. In the end,
Speaker 1: two yaois died. The man who told me the story
Speaker 1: said the mother of the young one that died was
Speaker 1: mummified holding her dead child, showing they have great power
Speaker 1: of love for each other, just like us humans do.
Speaker 1: This event started the Yaoi's hatred for the lizards and
Speaker 1: the crocs, and that's the end of the story. That
Speaker 1: is a woo man. This guy witnessed an action packed
Speaker 1: day at the at the Billabong right behind the stump.
Speaker 1: I thought this was pretty amazing. I wanted to share
Speaker 1: it with you, A pretty good story from Australia. I
Speaker 1: hope you liked it. I appreciate the writer sending it.
Speaker 1: Read them all. I can't attest that any of these,
Speaker 1: not one single story I've ever read is true, but
Speaker 1: I read them all, so I hope you guys enjoyed that.
Speaker 1: It's pretty suspenseful. Okay, let's go to another one. Welcome
Speaker 1: to the Dixie Crypti Channel. My name's Cameron Buckner. We
Speaker 1: don't ask for money, we don't have membership dues. Everything
Speaker 1: on this podcast is free. I've got five stories brand
Speaker 1: news stories for this podcast, and at the end, after
Speaker 1: the fifth one, I'm going to drop a couple of
Speaker 1: archive stories for people who may not have heard them.
Speaker 1: Hope you enjoyed this podcast. All right, here we go.
Speaker 1: I was raised in the small town of Eldridge, Alabama.
Speaker 1: One night in the summer of nineteen ninety, my family
Speaker 1: and I were watching TV with the windows open. Out
Speaker 1: of nowhere, my father jumped up, He grabbed the remote,
Speaker 1: and he shouted, did y'all hear that? My mother and
Speaker 1: I shrugged and he told us to wait and listen.
Speaker 1: We got up off the couch and walked out the
Speaker 1: front door, and we looked around right across from us
Speaker 1: as my grandfather and cousins trailer. As we looked toward
Speaker 1: their home, we saw an eight foot tall bigfoot standing
Speaker 1: at my cousin's window, staring at him as he slept.
Speaker 1: My dad got on the phone and he called my
Speaker 1: grandfather and he told him what was happening. My grandfather
Speaker 1: grabbed his thirty thirty Winchester rifle and he walked quickly
Speaker 1: but quietly to my cousin's bedroom. When he opened the door,
Speaker 1: he caught the bigfoot reaching in the window toward my
Speaker 1: little cousin. And when he realized what he was looking
Speaker 1: at and what this big brute was trying to do,
Speaker 1: we heard him yell out, I don't think so, you
Speaker 1: stinking sob and he opened fire on it. He shot
Speaker 1: it straight in the chest. The bigfoot roared and hit
Speaker 1: the side of my grandfather's trailer so hard that the
Speaker 1: force knocked it off its brick foundation. There we were
Speaker 1: in our home right across from it, watching it all happen,
Speaker 1: and my dad and I were in productive mode at
Speaker 1: that point, we grabbed our rifles and joined our grandfather
Speaker 1: outside and we unloaded into the beast. That thing roared
Speaker 1: and tore through the trees like a D nine bulldozer.
Speaker 1: My mother called the police while we were checking on
Speaker 1: my cousin. He was unaware of anything happening. The gunshots
Speaker 1: in the same room barely even woke him up. I
Speaker 1: swear that kid could have slept through a raging hurricane.
Speaker 1: Thirty minutes later, his two deputies showed up and we
Speaker 1: told them what happened. After hearing everything, one of the
Speaker 1: deputies took his flashlight out and he shown it in
Speaker 1: our eyes and asked us where the drugs were. I
Speaker 1: thought my grandfather and dad were about to whoop his
Speaker 1: ass until the other deputy stepped in. He told his
Speaker 1: partner to open his eyes and look at the condition
Speaker 1: of the trailer. There was no man who could cause
Speaker 1: that kind of damage to a mobile home and knock
Speaker 1: it off its foundation. Then he pointed his flashlight a
Speaker 1: few feet away and lit up a massive footprint this
Speaker 1: beast had made. There were complete right and left prints,
Speaker 1: and then another right print and three steps, and that's
Speaker 1: all it took for the bigfoot to reach the wood.
Speaker 1: We measured the tracks and they were nearly seventeen inches
Speaker 1: long and six inches wide. The deputy with common sense
Speaker 1: said it looked like a bigfoot. He took the report
Speaker 1: and took the pictures right before he left, and he
Speaker 1: looked at us and he said, don't let nobody tell
Speaker 1: you that this was a bear, and then he left.
Speaker 1: We love your show, and we've been listening for almost
Speaker 1: six years now. It's okay to use my name. I
Speaker 1: know what I saw, and the writers as Elvis man,
Speaker 1: what an exciting story. I wonder if they've had any
Speaker 1: other activity around there. I wonder what happened to the
Speaker 1: bigfoot that got shot up. Do those things just heal
Speaker 1: miraculously or do bullets just not hurt them? I don't know.
Speaker 1: I don't know. This thing got shot up pretty good.
Speaker 1: These folks were ready. Don't be reaching in and grabbing
Speaker 1: a little cousin through the trailer window. You're gonna get
Speaker 1: shot Bigfoot. This was really exciting. I appreciate you Elvis
Speaker 1: for sending it. It was great. I hope you guys
Speaker 1: are doing okay. I was raised believing that Bigfoot is real,
Speaker 1: but I never gave it much thought, and I never
Speaker 1: went out of my way to look for it. And
Speaker 1: my dad was raised on the reservation in Nevada, and
Speaker 1: he told me about the thigh eaters and the hairy people,
Speaker 1: they're not the same thing. I was raised in Hawaii.
Speaker 1: Even there you can find the mummy fied remains of
Speaker 1: the red haired giants in massive canoe use, including those
Speaker 1: of a warrior woman who was seven feet tall. They
Speaker 1: came from a comet and began the ruling class, though
Speaker 1: the truth of that has been lost to time. I
Speaker 1: left Hawaii to explore the mainland and pursue a career
Speaker 1: in modeling. After graduating from high school in twenty eleven,
Speaker 1: I found myself frequently traveling to California, Arizona, Nevada, Texas,
Speaker 1: and Mississippi for weeks to months at a time. Each
Speaker 1: place I've been, I've had experiences. I've noticed many correlations
Speaker 1: between the missing people in state parks. I believe the
Speaker 1: giants and the hairy people have an affinity for human women,
Speaker 1: and I do believe they have preferred the look of
Speaker 1: human women. It's just a gut feeling, but it seems
Speaker 1: there's a preference for First Nations women. The first time
Speaker 1: I saw the pictures of missing women in British Columbia,
Speaker 1: the hair on the back of my neck stood up
Speaker 1: on end. It made every experience I've had suddenly more troubling.
Speaker 1: I'm Native American and Polynesian and of European descent. These
Speaker 1: women looked like they could be my relatives. It was
Speaker 1: hard to ignore. My first experience was in twenty thirteen
Speaker 1: when I was in Texas. There wasn't a whole lot
Speaker 1: to do if you were in the sticks. That evening,
Speaker 1: I was at a friend's house. It was around nine pm,
Speaker 1: and my friends and I decided it was a great
Speaker 1: time to play hide and seek in the woods. I
Speaker 1: was hiding under another house on this property with my
Speaker 1: teammate when a smell came out of nowhere and saturated
Speaker 1: the air. I said to my friend, this is a
Speaker 1: stupid spot to hide. The pipes must be leaking. The
Speaker 1: last thing I want is pink eye because of this.
Speaker 1: But when we climbed out of that spot, the smell
Speaker 1: was much worse, and it hit us like a wall. Somehow,
Speaker 1: my eyes were drawn to the tree line, and as
Speaker 1: soon as I looked, a section of the trees started shaking.
Speaker 1: As if something had its hand around the trunks and
Speaker 1: was waving them back and forth to get my attention. Well,
Speaker 1: I couldn't see anyone out there, but I noticed that
Speaker 1: the tree line was opaque when before the moonlight splintered
Speaker 1: through it. Well, I screamed like a pansy and I
Speaker 1: ran away. I never played that game again. When I
Speaker 1: was at my friend's house, the experience scared her so
Speaker 1: bad she refused to talk to me about it. A
Speaker 1: month later, thirty miles away from the first encounter, I
Speaker 1: was home on the back ten with my dog. I
Speaker 1: had just had an argument with my boyfriend and I
Speaker 1: was crying, sitting on the ground like a baby. This
Speaker 1: wasn't my finest moment, but I think that's how things
Speaker 1: unfolded the way they did. Now. The neighbors had cows
Speaker 1: that frequently got up on the property that i'd help
Speaker 1: wrangle up and bring home. I was all too familiar
Speaker 1: with what a cow sounded like, how loud they can be,
Speaker 1: and what it sounds like when they were walking through
Speaker 1: the thicket. I could hear the cows making a lot
Speaker 1: of noise, but they were far away and getting farther,
Speaker 1: And there I was crying about a stupid argument. When
Speaker 1: my dog went suddenly on the edge, his tail straight
Speaker 1: up and the hair on his back standing up. He
Speaker 1: was looking out the treeline, not moving. He was growling.
Speaker 1: He wasn't doing anything, but he was frozen. I could
Speaker 1: hear the footsteps, one after another as the autumn leaves
Speaker 1: crunched underfoot. It was loud and heavy, and I could
Speaker 1: feel each of its steps in the ground underneath me.
Speaker 1: And then I heard a mooing, only it didn't sound
Speaker 1: like a cow. It sounded like someone being a fool
Speaker 1: and imitating a cow. Well, I sat there, confused as
Speaker 1: this voice in the footfall got closer. My dog was
Speaker 1: still frozen. Nothing clicked for me until the footsteps stopped
Speaker 1: right in front of me and the trees thirty feet away.
Speaker 1: That's when my dog started growling. And when my eye
Speaker 1: searched the trees, I saw the top of the creature's head,
Speaker 1: back lit by the sunset. I jumped up, grabbed my
Speaker 1: dog ran back to the house. I wasn't afraid I
Speaker 1: was going to be taken. I wasn't afraid I was
Speaker 1: going to be killed. I was afraid that I would
Speaker 1: see its face. I don't know why, but the thought
Speaker 1: terrified me. In the end, I didn't make out any
Speaker 1: details because all I saw was this round head. I
Speaker 1: later returned to that spot to measure its height, and
Speaker 1: I felt sick to my stomach with shock because the
Speaker 1: creature would have been nine feet tall. I knew it
Speaker 1: wasn't some giant cowboy because I think I would have
Speaker 1: noticed a nine foot tall cowboy walking around our town.
Speaker 1: When I told my dad about it, I got in trouble.
Speaker 1: He believed every word he told me. My crying called
Speaker 1: it it probably thought I was in danger or hurt
Speaker 1: and was coming to check me out. My stomach sank.
Speaker 1: I thought about the pictures of the missing women I
Speaker 1: had seen, and I thought about our remarkable resemblance and
Speaker 1: how close I might have been having my picture on
Speaker 1: a heartbreaking list next to theirs. That was the last
Speaker 1: time I cried like a baby in the woods. My
Speaker 1: dad made me promise that I would never do it again.
Speaker 1: I once made a trip across the country from my
Speaker 1: school in San Diego, California, all the way to Tallahassee, Florida.
Speaker 1: I stopped on top of a mountain somewhere in Arizona
Speaker 1: for a break in the middle of the night, something
Speaker 1: rocked my car and it woke me up well. I
Speaker 1: finally made it to Tallahassee, but my Ford fair Lane
Speaker 1: had stopped cooperating. I ended up having to hitch a
Speaker 1: ride to my girlfriend's house, and she lived a good
Speaker 1: distance from town. On my way back to my car
Speaker 1: later that night, I had to walk through the woods.
Speaker 1: Her father and I would go squirrel hunting in those
Speaker 1: same woods, and we would always come back with enough
Speaker 1: of those tree rats to make a good size purlough
Speaker 1: for the entire family to feast on. Sometimes I would
Speaker 1: go out on my own and track deer that lived
Speaker 1: out there. I was a good tracker, if I say
Speaker 1: so myself. I could walk up on a pile of
Speaker 1: scat that was still steaming and feel satisfied knowing how
Speaker 1: close I was to my prey. I guess that's the
Speaker 1: Native American in me. My grandfather was Park Creek Nation,
Speaker 1: better known as the Seminoles. On my way through these
Speaker 1: woods that I had been in many times before, I
Speaker 1: kept noticing something walking just out of sight but in
Speaker 1: hearing distance. I stopped a few times to take a
Speaker 1: good look to see if I could spot something, but
Speaker 1: when I stopped, it stopped, and that gave me the creeps,
Speaker 1: Like you would not believe something was tracking me. I
Speaker 1: guess it's the way the deer felt when I tracked them.
Speaker 1: It was a six mile hike back into town, and
Speaker 1: for most of the way, something heavy in the woods
Speaker 1: walked with me. I did make it home okay, but
Speaker 1: the creepiness of that walk has stayed with me. Thank
Speaker 1: you for letting me share my story. I was a
Speaker 1: good story. Really good story too. Stories in this podcast
Speaker 1: by Native Americans who have frequent encounters with Bigfoot. It's
Speaker 1: pretty awesome. I don't know if it's something in their
Speaker 1: blood or what it is, but Native American people seem
Speaker 1: to see them all the time. Thank you for the story.
Speaker 1: It was great. All right, here's the story from my hometown, Memphis, Tennessee,
Speaker 1: where all the National Guard people are at right now
Speaker 1: cleaning that city up. Well, I'm sure happy about that.
Speaker 1: Maybe I'd go over there next spring and go to
Speaker 1: a Redbird's game. I won't even go oh there. There's
Speaker 1: so much crime in Memphis, and I'm so happy that's happening. Anyway,
Speaker 1: here's a story from Memphis. Hey there, mister Dixie. I
Speaker 1: hope this finds you well and happy. I'm in my
Speaker 1: fifties and I lived north of Dallas, Texas. I was
Speaker 1: born in your neck of the woods, and I lived
Speaker 1: in Frasier for much of my childhood. A while back,
Speaker 1: you shared a story about a UFO siding in Memphis,
Speaker 1: and it reminded me of something my mom and her
Speaker 1: best friend saw in the late seventies when I was
Speaker 1: nine years old. They were driving to her friend's apartment
Speaker 1: when a huge, glowing orange ball appeared in the sky
Speaker 1: in front of them. They stopped and got out of
Speaker 1: their car. They watched it move like nothing they had
Speaker 1: ever seen, until it went straight up and it was gone.
Speaker 1: The strange thing was is that it was in the
Speaker 1: middle of the day on a Saturday. People were in
Speaker 1: their yards and on the sidewalks, and they stopped to
Speaker 1: watch it. But there was no noise at all. Dogs
Speaker 1: even and stopped barking. When it disappeared, everyone just went
Speaker 1: back to what they were doing. No one said a
Speaker 1: word or even seemed to care about how big and
Speaker 1: bright this glowing ball zipping around the sky was. My
Speaker 1: mom had another strange story about a hermit who lived
Speaker 1: down at the Mississippi River. One night, she and my
Speaker 1: dad and another couple on a double date heard about
Speaker 1: this hermit, and they wanted to see if it was true.
Speaker 1: They walked through a small patch of the woods before
Speaker 1: reaching the water, and when they got there they saw
Speaker 1: a hand dug ditch in the river bank looked like
Speaker 1: something was living in there, and there was a big
Speaker 1: pile of bones nearby. Well, they had seen enough, and
Speaker 1: when they turned tail and ran back the way they came,
Speaker 1: they heard something running toward them. They jumped in the
Speaker 1: car and tried to take off, but the hermit had
Speaker 1: appeared out of nowhere and slammed his hands on the
Speaker 1: trunk of the car, leaving big dents in it. That
Speaker 1: was no easy feet, considering those cars were made of
Speaker 1: real steel. I asked my mother the other day about
Speaker 1: what the hermit looked like. She said, this thing was huge,
Speaker 1: and it was dirty and hairy. Ask if she thought
Speaker 1: it could have been a sosquatch, but she said no,
Speaker 1: he was wearing tattered pants. He was a man who
Speaker 1: went wild. I have a couple more stories that happened
Speaker 1: to me, but I will save those for another day.
Speaker 1: I love your channel, and now listen as I clean
Speaker 1: my house. Thanks for reading. I really appreciate this story.
Speaker 1: When I was younger, I remember hearing stories about that
Speaker 1: hermit that lived down on the river. Now, Memphis is
Speaker 1: a big city, and even back then when we were
Speaker 1: kids in the seventies, it was a pretty big city
Speaker 1: and we didn't know everybody, but words got around Memphis,
Speaker 1: and it was almost like a always kind of characterized
Speaker 1: where I grew up as a giant town, because even
Speaker 1: though you know, there were huge neighborhoods, it's just a
Speaker 1: big metropolitan area. But these rumors and stuff seemed to
Speaker 1: spread all over Memphis about all kinds of things. And
Speaker 1: I remember I lived out east toward kind of where
Speaker 1: Perkins and Summer Avenue intersect. Anybody from Memphis will know
Speaker 1: where that is, but I lived in that area, and
Speaker 1: we had rumors around our neighborhood about hermits living down
Speaker 1: in the ditches, which we would go looking for. We'd
Speaker 1: put our bikes down in those ditches and ride for miles.
Speaker 1: I remember this story, is what I'm trying to say,
Speaker 1: And I thought it was interesting to get a to
Speaker 1: get it, actually get an email about it from somebody,
Speaker 1: because it was those were all always intriguing rumors, and
Speaker 1: come to find out, this one down at the river
Speaker 1: was true. So I really appreciate this story. Thank you,
Speaker 1: ma'am for sending it.