Speaker 1: We live in Spokane, Washington. One night, my husband and
I decided to run away like a couple of kids
with a day of freedom with no grandkids to watch.
We ran around checking out some local host towns and
ended our day going up to Mount Spoken. We were
halfway up when nature called and we hit a pit stop. Afterwards,
we were checking out the trail maps, amusing about our
younger days, when a park ranger walked out of a
trail and struck up a conversation. As he was answering
some of our questions, we heard aloud whoop. We looked
at the ranger and watched him turn pale. I tried
to lighten the mood by saying, looks like Bigfoot's home,
but the ranger didn't find that amusing. He started to stutter,
So there must be a dog loose on the trail.
I remember thinking, this is his first day. My husband
and I are always camping and doing something in the woods,
and we know that there was no dog. He and
I looked at each other and we winked. We both
have plenty of stories from when we were kids, and
we know you don't have to see Bigfoot to know
one's there with you in the woods. Ooh, what's up everybody? Hey,
my name's Cam Buckner. This is the Dixie Crypted podcast
that you can also find out on the podcast network
Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Podbean. That's the one I use, whatever
app you use on your phone, and it's called the
what If It's True? Podcast. You can also search for
Dixie Cryptied it'll pop up. We do story after story
after story from real people who tell about strange things
that have happened in their life. A lot of them
are Bigfoot. Most of them are Bigfoot, but some of
them are UFOs, some of them are demon encounters. Ghost stories.
Did a story the other day about a mad trapper
who was called by the local native people to be
acousta Kai, which is a spirit that they recognize that'll
just grab people's personalities and drag them into death. So
we do all kinds of stories, but they're all really good,
and I hope you guys will stick around and listen
to this whole podcast. I've got six good stories and
I'm gonna put an archive story or two in the back.
Got a big snowstorm coming. Today is Friday, the I
don't know what the date is. The twenty third, everybody's
gonna be snowed in across the south in the east,
and maybe this podcast will break the monotony a little bit. Well,
if everybody's staying warm, I expect that we will be
out of power for if we get as much ice
as they are predicting, we're gonna be without power for
at least a week. It could be two weeks. I've
been through these ice storms before. We're ready plenty of
pro paying. I got a generator with about twenty gallons
of gas. Over the last few years, I've cut down
every true that could possibly drop a branch on my
house or my office or my fifth wheel. Chicken houses
could get clobbered, but you know, we'll just deal with
that if that happens. Anyway, it's if you're listening to this,
you're probably snowed in somewhere. I hope you enjoy it,
all right, I'll quit rambling. How about some good stories?
All right? Here we go. In twenty ten, my family
and I relocated to Colorado so I could pursue a
new job with better pay and benefits. Every year we
would venture into the local wilderness to take in the
vastness of the rockies and check out the critters. One day,
I found the perfect camp site on Google Maps, and
I decided that we would try it starting in the spring.
The location bordered between Rawa Wilderness in northern Colorado and
seemed to be an old hunting camp. Coincidentally, the word
Khowa is a Native American word meaning wild place. Not
many people are seen in this area because you'd need
a high clearance, a vehicle or an ATV just to
get there. Even the road getting there is mostly overgrown,
and often you'll find yourself having to move down to
trees and creating makeshift bridges over creeks. Motorized vehicles are
not allowed in the Rabble wilderness, but we found our
camping spot on its border on Forest Service land. Now
I'm a combat veteran and I'm a little paranoid. I
go to the woods heavily armed with full tactical gear.
They say paranoria is just the overactive sense of awareness,
and in my case it might be true. My son
and I went to check out the camping spot in
the spring of twenty nineteen. It took us five hours
to get there. The place was beautiful, with a panoramic
view of the surrounding mountains in the valley below. It
was right about nine thousand feet in elevation, and it
could get very cold in the early spring or late summer. Thankfully,
there was a large firepit built, built, built, built, Let
me start over. Thankfully there was a large firepit built
beneath an old, towering pine tree. Hey, y'all, if you
don't think I mess up on these stories, I really
do sometimes. Anyway, on with a story. We spent four
days there hiking around. We saw moose with a calf
and a few elk, and we were really enjoying our trip.
But we also saw some weird things that we couldn't explain.
In the middle of the forest, two hundred meters from camp,
we found some old, ripped up pajamas in a nearby tree.
We saw a backpack fifty feet up and it was
stuck in the branches. My son and I both couldn't
figure out how the hell that happened, but we moved
on and the rest of the trip was beautiful and
serene and uneventful, hiking and eating MRIs, and then it
was time to head home. A year later, my wife
and son and I went back to count that same location.
Since we were fans of the show Vikings, we decided
to have Viking Night during our stay wearing period Viking clothing, armor, shields,
swords and spears. Whoa. We had a blast the first night,
listening to Viking music and sipping on mead and hanging
around the fire till about two am. My son, just
an hour before, blew our Viking horn, which echoed through
the mountains in the valley below. Now. I don't know
if something came to investigate, but right when we were
about to call it a night, a powerful guttural scream
from the ridge directly behind us cut the silence. We
thought we were hearing a woman being murdered. It was horrible,
It scared us, and it put us on alert. Ten
minutes la later, the scream tore through the night again.
A pack of codes started yipping along and then went
abruptly silent. Right as I grabbed my night vision goggle,
something started attacking the coyotes. We could hear them yelping
and whimpering and pain and then silence. I told my
family that it could be a mountain lion killing something,
or it could be a bigfoot. I was joking The
next morning, we woke up and walked around to see
if there was anything strange to be found. From the
south of the camp there was a horrible smell of
grass and rotten meat. My son and I hiked over
the southern ridge line and we found a dead cow
in a small meadow. It looked as if it had
been dead only a few days. It was bloated up
from decay, but had no bite marks on its body
from predation. Nothing seemed to want to go near it.
This was strange to me, knowing plenty of creatures in
the wilderness out there would have loved a free meal.
I figured it must have been sick and passed by
natural causes where it lay until I saw its head,
The bottom jaw, and its whole tongue were missing. There
was nothing natural about this. That evening, around the campfire,
we talked about the screams and the dead cow. Now,
what didn't help the situation was that we were listening
to bigfoot in alien abduction stories from various podcasts. That night,
we went to bed armed with booby traps around the
perimeter of our camp with trip wires and twelve gay
shotgun blank rounds. Weapons were good to go, and thermal
and night vision goggles were prepped and ready to rock
and roll if we needed them. If anything decided to
come into our camp. I had assault shotguns and buck
shots and slugs and flamethrow arounds ready not to mention.
By nineteen eleven, I was on wick of the wilderness
anyone paranoid yet very good. That night we slept well,
no shotgun blasted or blood curdling screams in the middle
of the night. The outside temperature was pleasant, and we
heard the sounds of the owls hanging out with us
in the camp. But the next morning we woke up
to the smell of something burning. We quickly got out
of the tent and we saw smoke and fire off
in the distance. My son and I were walking up
on the ridge line where we saw the dead cow
the day before, when he screamed, what the hell is that?
We were in shock and disbelief. I couldn't make sense
of what I was seeing. Right in front of us,
clear as day, we saw a creature at least seven
feet tall, walking on two legs, dragging a decaying colcarcas
toward the woods. It was covered in dark hair and
its hand had fingers just like mine, but much bigger,
had a strange profile, had a small nose and a
strong brow line, and a conical shaped head. At that point,
we needed to pack up and leave, not because of
the encounter, but because of the encroaching camera and peak
force fire. The smoke was so thick that it was
gagging us and burning our eyes, and when we got
into our vehicle, forcing us to take an alternate route
through Wyoming to get home. My family now believes that
sometimes legends may be true. We've all discussed this encounter
and depth. At first, I thought I was a few
fries short of a happy meal, until my son gave
me his account of what he saw. Well. A few
years later, he and I went back. We went to
the spot where we saw the creature enter the foliage
and actually found the cow's remains. After that long, it
was impossible to tell what the creature had done to it,
but we were able to retrieve the ear tag, and
we kept it as a souvenir. We still go to
that spot to leave apples and candy, bigfoot action figures,
and marbles, just little gifts to say thanks for letting
us camp in their woods, and each time we return
everything is usually gone. We were never afraid, we were
just in total awe. I grew up in Sonora, California,
and was an avid out doorsman and hunter. As a child,
I spent many nights around the camp fire, listening intently
as my uncle told bigfoot stories in and around the
Yosemite National Park area. So I'm not new to the
sasquatch topic. But never in my wildest dreams could I
have guessed I would actually see one of them with
my own eyes. I'm still paranoid about stuff sneaking around
our camp and by nature. I still pack weapons, never
with the intention of killing anything, unless it's in self defense.
My goal is to observe nature and hope to again
witness a Bigfoot, the myth and the legend. Thanks Cam
for all you do, and he signs off Mountain Mike,
that's a great story. Sometimes it may seem like a
pope fund at people who see a shadow in the
woods and they claim they've seen Bigfoot, and you can
kind of understand that, But this guy actually saw the Bigfoot.
The way he writes is, I don't know. It's just
there's something about the way some people write, maybe they're
a little self deprecating. They don't act like an expert.
They just act like an innocent, humble witness to something
that does not fit in the woods, at least in
our minds, it does not fit in the woods. I
thought this was a good story. Had somebody comment the
other day about all these fake stories on Bigfoot. I
don't He's probably up somebody else's butt on some other channel,
but and I think I know who that will be.
But it's a It's like, my response was, can you
give me one Bigfoot story that you can absolutely, without
a doubt, prove is true. Nobody in this audience can
give me a story they can prove is true. You
either believe these stories or you don't. If you don't
believe them, just enjoy them. I'm just reading them the
way people send them to me. But this particular story
from this guy, I kind of tend to believe what
he saw, just basically because of the way he wrote
the story. Anyway, I really appreciate the writers sending at
Mountain Mike, thanks for taking the time to write this down.
I've never been particularly interested in Bigfoot or sosquatch until recently.
I sometimes wondered how they could possibly be real, because
I thought people had roamed and explored every inch of
this country. I'm retired now and I love to research
on the internet. At I came across information that made
me want to research Bigfoot, and that led me to
your stories. That got me started, and I listened to
many accounts, and I saw photos and footprints, and I've
been particularly impressed by this tree structures. All of that
research that I had been doing made me remember something
Many years ago. My two daughters told me about a
creature they saw in their bedroom. As I said, I
had never been particularly interested in Bigfoot, so I brushed
the event off to the imaginations of my children. But
everything I've read about recently made me take a hard
second look at what they saw. If I had only
known then what I know now, I would have taken
them more seriously. In nineteen eighty we moved on to
five acres of virgin land in the sand Hills of Texas,
about forty five miles east of San Antonio. Big ranches
and forests surrounded us, and our land was so heavily
wooded that we had to have a bulldozer come in
in clear a space big enough for our home. After
a few years, our home was built and we quickly
fell in love with the peace and quiet. My girls,
who were six and eight at the time, slept in
the corner bedroom. We didn't have air conditioning yet, so
we slept with the windows open with screens to keep
the bugs out. One day, my older daughter, Amy woke
up in the middle of the night and saw a big, black,
hairy ewalk alike creature standing over her little sister. It
was just standing there, watching her as she slept. Amy
said she opened her eyes wide and stared, and then
she accidentally moved and made a rustling sound with their sheets.
The creature was startled and looked at her, and then
it just disappeared. Poof, it was gone. She woke her
little sister up and told her what she had seen.
I don't know if it scared them or not, but
they didn't come and wake me up. They just told
me about it. The next day. I figured Amy had
just had a bad dream. I didn't make much fuss
about it, and life went on. But now, after listening
to so many stories and other accounts, I wonder was
this a bigfoot? After discussing it with my husband. He
reminded me of a time that our son came running
out of the woods behind the house. He was terrified.
He told us that he had seen a great, big, black,
hairy creature in the woods. But we reacted just like
most people do today when you say that you may
have encountered bigfoot. We just rolled our eyes and told
our kids that there was no such thing as big
hairy monsters. Go figure. Thank you for sharing everyone's stories.
You may use my name if you want. There may
not be any blood or guts or terror in this story,
but it did happen, just like I've told I was
hired to drive for a Midwestern trucking company. My first
truck was a single bunk freightliner and I had a
load going west. The truck drove well. It was night,
my favorite time to dry because it was less traffic.
It was around two am in New Mexico when I
had driven into a storm like I'd never seen. It
rained so hard that I could barely see fifty feet
in front of the truck. The lightning lit up for miles.
I noticed I was the only vehicle on the road.
Nothing too unusual, but it was isolating to say the least,
and then I couldn't hear my engine anymore. It died
right in the middle of nowhere. I pulled over and
set the brakes and turned off the headlights. I put
on the four way flashers and cursed to myself, Now
what do I do now? No mechanic. I had a
computer in the truck for dispatching in formation or emergencies,
but I knew it would be hours before any help arrived.
I grabbed my flashlight, stepped out of the truck, and
I started looking around. Good instinct told me to check
the power cord running under the trailer from the rear
of the truck. The cord had a seam, and I
pulled it apart, and I found that water had crept in,
and I dried off everything with my handkerchief, and I
put it back together. I hopped in the truck, soaked
wet from the rain, and I looked heavenward and I
said I could use some help to get my truck
to the garage. I turned the key and hit the
starter button, and the engine fired to life. I looked
up again and I said, thank you. I stopped for
the night. It took some carry new Mexico and changed
into some dry clothes, and I fell asleep in the sleeper.
I was out in an instant. Hauling a truck takes
it out of you. Driving through the storm didn't help.
I slept hard, and I dreamt too, first time in
a long time. And in my dream I saw a
beautiful Native woman dressed in white fur, bright and vivid
and full of color. There was an older Native man
beside her, wearing a full headdress, only he was black
and white. There was no expression on his face. In
the morning, I went into the little store nearby for coffee,
and for the heck of it, I told the clerk
about my strange night. She turned pale. Asked her what
the matter was, and she pointed to a postcard right
behind me, and she told me there was a card
there that I should take a look at. I found
the one she meant. I saw the picture of a
woman who looked a whole lot like the woman in
my dream, and I read the text on the back.
It was the history of Tucumkayrie, New Mexico, and how
it got its name. An Apache chief was preparing himself
to step down, but he couldn't up his mind between
Tucum and Tonopah, two warriors competing to be his successor.
In the end, the chief settled on a duel. The
winner would not only become chief, but he would also
marry his daughter Carrie, but Carrie was already in love
with Tokum. The duel began and both warriors fought and
Tokim was killed. Carrie was so distraught that she killed
Tonopah and then she took her own life. Her father,
in his grief, killed himself too, but not before calling
out Tokum Carrie, hence the name of the town. I
left that town rested, but I wasn't really rested. I
had never been to that town before. But the dream
I had was vivid and real. Somehow I was blessed
with a visit from Carrie and the chief, and I
will never forget it. Okay, that's not a bigfoot story
or any kind of monster story, but I had read
it before send it to Rebecca. She cleaned it up
and did a great job on it. And the writer's
original story was fine, but we just sometimes we kind
of rearrange things to make it more story Like, it's
a very interesting story. Some of these Native American legends
and the oral history of the Native people. You know,
Native people don't have a written language, they never did,
so everything was an oral history. This is one that
goes I don't know how far back, but it's really interesting.
And that story if it's put on the back of
a postcard, I don't know. I guess some of them
could be made up. I remember reading I love to
read about wildlife, and I was reading a history of
the coyote. As far as we know about the coyote,
and the Native people out west almost look at the
coyote and almost all the animals is some kind of deity.
I'm not going to go deep into that because I
don't fully understand exactly how they see wildlife. But the coyote,
he was considered a wily you know, wiley cody was
crafty and knew how to survive, and boy do they
know how to survive. But anyway, there were so many
different takes on the cody, and one story the cody
might be the highest deity or the highest spirit that
they look to, maybe for guidance or for teaching them
how to approach life. And then in other ones, the
coodi is the lowest, so I guess from one tribe
to another, they look at different animal spirit animals in
different ways. Anyway, I don't know why I told you.
That just made me think of the what I had
read about the CODI because when I got to the
end of the book, I'm like, Okay, I don't have
any definitive information really on the coyote, other than different
tribes think different things about it. So I don't know.
That probably wasn't that interesting, but it made me think
of it. Anyway, this story about this man's dream is interesting.
I appreciate you sending it. I come from a devout
Mormon family, and I was raised to believe in the
spirit world, angels, and demons, and I always saw these
experiences through the lens of my faith. The supernatural ist
something I believe in deeply, and the spiritual aspects of
my religion gave context to what I was experiencing. One night,
I was sleeping on my parents' floor when I woke
up feeling tingly and cold and unable to move. I
was scared and I didn't know what was happening. And
suddenly I saw something right in my face. It was
a man, and after a few seconds he disappeared, and
I was left terrified and paralyzed with fear. I didn't
move until sunrise. This happened again another time, and oddly enough,
my mom had the same experience, and not too long
after mine. The last experience in my parents' room was
when I woke up from a nightmare and I opened
my eyes and I saw awe man without a face
sitting on my mother's dresser. She couldn't see him, but
I saw him. I think I scared the crap out
of her when I told her. My faith told me
that this wasn't just a bad dream, but possibly a
spiritual warning or a manifestation of something unseen. Years later,
when I was in the fourth grade, I had outgrown
sleeping in my parents' room and I now shared a
bunk with my brother. One night, I opened my eyes
and I saw a giant man standing in my closet.
He watched me, and as I stared at him, he
moved into the closet, and when I looked away, he
kept peering out and staring at me, and he didn't
disappear until daylight. This went on for months. I was terrified,
and my belief in the supernatural made it feel real
in a way that I couldn't explain. My last experience
in that house happened in the same room. My brother
and I had shared an an L shaped bed in
the corner. One night, at around eleven pm, I couldn't sleep.
I opened my eyes and I saw something right in
my face, and it was growling. At first I thought
it was my brother playing a trick, but then I
realized he was asleep. The thing disappeared shortly after that.
It solidified my belief that what I encountered was more
than just my imagination. It was something real, something spiritual.
When I was a teenager in the suburbanserve, Toronto, Oh,
let me start that again. When I was a teenager
in the suburbs of Toronto, my friend and I would
sometimes sleep out in a pup tent in the backyard
on hot summer nights. We would drag the sleeping bags
out onto the lawn where it was cooler and we
could watch the sky. Now this was back in the sixties,
so there wasn't much like pollution. One night was so
clear and had no clouds. We talked, pointing out interesting
things as we saw them. There was a lot of
time between those moments, and we mostly quiet in our
own thoughts, even though we were shoulder to shoulder. When
it was good and dark in the southern sky, my
eye caught what I thought at first to be a star.
It moved slowly and smoothly for a few seconds before stopping.
I didn't alert my friend because once it stopped it
was next to impossible to pick out. But within a
few seconds, another light from the other direction did the
same thing, moved steadily in the direction of the first one,
and then it stopped. That's when I could make out
a pattern with a third star that moved toward the
others until they formed a perfect equilateral triangle. Nothing else
in the sky was as perfectly arranged. After a few seconds,
all three of these lights rotated slowly as a triangle
and then shot off information out of sight. The disappearance
wasn't immediate, like a light going off. I could see
some acceleration was involved, but it was still over in
just half a second. What I still remember to this day,
more than fifty years later, is when I turned to
tell my friend. He was already looking at me, silent,
with his mouth open. It was like one of those
scripted moments you see in the comedies. He had seen
it too, the whole thing. That was the satisfying part.
This wasn't something I got wrong from a few mixed
up observations or my eyes playing tricks on me. He
told me what he saw happen, and it was exactly
what I had seen that same summer and about the
same area of the night sky. I watched one star
go haywire. It seemed to arise from outside my field
of vision, and it stopped right over us. It rapidly
moved up and down and left and right in diagonals
and so on, and then it stopped moving all together.
These moves transversed the sky only with the width of
two fingers of my outstretched hand, and were incredibly fast,
And then, like the previous sighting, it zoomed like a
bat out of hell into the darkness. By two thousand
and five, I was an adult and I was living
in a small town over an hour north of Toronto.
The night sky was even better for stargazing, and I
made a point of taking the dogs out at eleven
PM because I knew that some satellites traveled overhead around
that time of the night. I'd sometimes see other things
going on different paths and blinking. I knew they weren't aircraft,
and I later found out through much research that they
were likely space junk, and the blinking effect was due
to it tumbling as it orbited. One night, walking the
dogs and getting a wicked cricket my neck from having
to turn my head toward the sky for so long.
I saw something that weirded me out, and it took
me back to my childhood. There were three lights on
the eastern sky, traveling slowly in an equilateral triangle. I
couldn't mistake what I was seeing. They were moving from
north to south, staying level, with one light in the
lead and the other two behind, like wingmen. If they
were aircraft, which I knew they were definitely not, I
couldn't wait to get back to the house to browse
for an answer. I'm a real science guy. I have
been since grade school and I completed four years of
science at university. I don't jump to conclusions, a weigh
the evidence, even if it's not what I want to hear.
I don't go on hearsay or conspiracy theories. I didn't
browse for UFOs. I browsed astronomy topics, and I got
my answer in less than an Hourtional Oceanic and Atmospheric
Administration is a branch of the US Department of Commerce
and has been deploying satellites for a long time that
survey all kinds of information about the oceans. What I
saw was a system that I think has been discontinued.
They put up trios of satellites that were tethered by
cables to a fixed triangle, and they orbited in that way,
running in a path from pole to pole. What I
was seeing was then passing north to south over the
Atlantic Ocean. My inquiry got some replies from enthusiasts who
were pleased to read I had seen them, and they
were surprised that I could spot them without the use
of a telescope, because that is rare. I was just
happy that I had gotten a rational answer and that
I wasn't getting a replay of those strange nights as
a kid in my parents' backyard. My friend from back
then never brought it up, and I didn't either. I
wish I could have told him about the satellites. That's
all I have. Cam have a good one. Signed Charlie
here's a guy who saw lights in the sky and
could have made this a big deal. He could have
made it like, oh man, it's absolutely aliens and all
this stuff. But he did a little digging, some extensive digging,
when I say extensive, more than I would ever do,
and he finds out that these are satellites tether together
to map maybe map out the ocean or study the
Atlantic Ocean. I thought that was cool. I wonder if
Bigfoot people ever do that. I wonder if Bigfoot people
ever go Maybe what I saw was the light moving
in the woods. Maybe what I saw was a tree stunk.
Maybe what I saw was this or that. Maybe I'm
going to go back and look in that same area
and see what it looks like at different times of
the day and make sure that lights and shadows aren't
playing tricks on me. Nope, Bigfoot people never do that,
but these UFO people do. Obviously, Charlie did it, so
I thought that was pretty cool. Charlie. Thanks for the story.
I really enjoyed it.