Speaker 1: Back in the late nineteen nineties, I was commuting to
work from Yakima to Kennewick in Washington State. One morning,
on my drive, I spotted a road killed by Sunnyside,
and it was big. It was covered in brown and
orange hair, and as I drove by, what struck me
there was a hand sticking out of the mound of
the hair. It looked like a human hand, and I
didn't see a face. I thought it was an orangutang
by the color of the hair, and I told the
folks at work, which was met with some disbelief. It
wasn't until recently that I learned that some bigfoot can
have orange brown hair, especially when growing up. I'm sorry
I didn't stop, but the city of Sunnyside, Washington or
the Washington State Patrol had the body picked up. The
whole life I've grown up in the hills and hollows
of Mississippi, Hunting and fishing and other outdoor activities were
just a way of life. Thanksgiving Day of twenty twenty
will stay in my memory until the day I die.
I woke up that morning and I headed out to
the woods just before dawn. I had a portable hunting
blind that I had gotten for Christmas the previous year,
and set on top of a small hill looking down
over a clearing into an old roadbed. I was sitting
there listening to some music in my earbuds when I
thought I heard a branch snap, and in my head
it was most likely a deer, since we don't have
many large animals in this area. I paused my music
and I waited and listened. It sounded like it was
coming from behind me, but I couldn't see anything because
the back window of my deer blind was put up still,
and all I could do was hope it walked past
me and i'd get a good shot. I noticed the
noise this thing was making wasn't normal, and it sounded
almost like someone took a big rock and was hitting
a tree. And after every time at knock there would
be an airy whistle. And this went on for thirty
minutes until I heard it walk away. By this time,
it was so cold, I couldn't feel my gun in
my hands, and I couldn't take this anymore. I slowly
peeked out from behind the blind wall and the coast
was clear, so I packed up my stand and I
shouldered my rifle and I tailed it out of there.
I told my parents what happened. They didn't believe me.
A year later, my mother came home after riding through
that same area, and she told me, I think I
might be starting to believe you on that bigfoot thing.
She explained that she had seen something tall and dark
walking into the woods, and when she passed that spot,
it was gone. Sometime seeing is believing. I hope you
enjoyed my story, and I hope y'all have a great summer.
I love listening to your podcast, and I'm especially fond
of the Steve Lilly journal entries. They're a great way
to pass the time at work. This happened in nineteen
seventy four in an area of the fort that, for
many miles was open range for local ranchers who could
let their cattle run free. Unfortunately, it was also an
area where people would abandon their unwanted dogs. The dogs
had gone ferrell and had packed up in several large groups,
which then attacked the herd of animals of the ranchers,
which really made the ranchers mad. So they had looked
around until they found some military men who would hunt
the dogs down and get rid of them. I was
well acquainted with the leader of the group since he
knew I was a very good shot, and he came
to get me to join them. It took some talking
on his part, but he did get me to go
with them. We found that the best time to go
after them was in the evening, just as the sun
was starting to go down, and afterward. We had access
to a deuce and a half that's a two and
a half ton army transport truck. There were seven of us.
There was one driver and six shooters, which worked out
really well for us. We had a beef quarter hung
up in a tree for bait, and the six men
in the back loaded up and were ready to hunt.
If you could call what we did hunting, it was
more like an ambush than actually hunting. We could hear
the dogs coming and the pack sounded to be very large,
so we knew the ranchers would be paying a good
bounty on this one. And when they got to about
two hundred yards away, they went totally silent. At the
same time, there was a high pitched, loud, long howl.
I remember saying that if this is a dog, it
has to be the size of a mack truck, and
about that time a second howl came from the woods.
The driver said something like, holy crap, everybody, hang on,
and he started the truck and didn't wait for the
engine to warm up before taking off, like he was
in a big money race. Some of us were almost
thrown out the back. We were all yelling, and it
got very colorful, very quickly. I hadn't heard that much
loud cussing since the last time I was in the
military bar on pay Day night. The driver yelled back,
but almost no one could hear what he said, and
the two guys closest to the driver looked out toward
the front left side of the truck. What startled us
was that they opened fire as quickly as they could
chamber around. They fired their weapons empty and reloaded and
kept firing. Others of us moved over to that side
of the truck to see what in the heck was
going on. One of them pointed forward to the truck
and into the woods and said that in a very
loud and somewhat frightening voice, And with that I could
just make out a very large, very dark black brown
figure that was obviously not a bear. When it looked
at me with those large glowing red eyes, I dropped
to my knee and I opened fire, and I reloaded,
and I fired some more rounds at it until I
emptied the magazine again. We never slowed down until we
got back to the main fort proper, and then we
broke up and went our separate ways. Early the next morning,
four of us ended up eating breakfast together at the
mess hall, and while talking about what had happened the
night before, it was decided that when we were done eating,
we would go out and see what we could find.
It didn't take us long to finish eating and get
our weapons and move out. And the weapons we were
carrying were not military weapons. They were all our private
weapons that we went shooting with quite often in order
to hone our shooting skills. We were all much better
shots than most of the people we knew. I was
carrying my fully loaded at Springfield Armory M one A,
along with twenty extra twenty round magazines I carried in
a ruck pack, making my load out four hundred and
sixty rounds of seven sixty two NATO rounds. I was
locked and loaded as soon as I got out of
the car. I wanted to be ready if that big
black critter came back. It was easy to find the
place where we ran into it the night before, because
all the spent rounds in the area. These in the
tree where we had hung up the bait on a chain,
and the bait was gone with no sign of it
left behind. The limb was broken off right at the
marks left by the chain and tossed to site. And
we checked the area where we had heard the dog sparking,
and we found four of them dead and badly mutilated.
That's when we noticed the tracks. I was the only
one of us who have ever seen anything like them,
and only because of the books and magazines my mother
would buy for me to read. Thanks to her, I
was well read on cryptids and the supernatural, so I
knew what this most likely was. I knew the Pacific
Northwest was a hotspot for bigfoot and cryptids, and I
was sure that we were hunting a bigfoot or a sosquatch.
By the looks of the footprints, we were hunting at
least four of them, and I decided to keep that
little bit of information to myself. I was hoping that
the other guys wouldn't freak out on me when I
would need them to stand tall and keep their faces conglomerated.
As it ended up, I didn't have to worry about
it because we didn't run into them again as a
group or alone. A few weeks later, I and the
group went our separate ways. I didn't stop going to
the forest in the evening, and I was no longer
hunting the same things they were. This was just one
of the interactions with bigfoot I had at Fort Lewis.
This was not the only interaction I had was sasquatch
during my time at Fort Lewis. Later in life, I
would move back to the Pacific Northwest, and it wasn't
long before I once again started having interactions with the creature.
I will watch the reactions of those reading it here
and then decide if I will send in another one
or not. I really love hearing the stories you read.
They helped me pass some long days and nights here
at home, so I will keep listening and maybe writing
a few more stories of my own to share. Thank
you for all you do, and keep up the good work.
It was a night of Halloween in the year two
thousand and I had just graduated high school, a few
friends and I were hanging out at the local truck
stop having coffee. We were too old for your typical
Halloween festivities, and there were no underage parties going on
that we knew of, probably because so many of our
friends had just left for college. We were sitting a
around talking about what kind of excitement that we could
have with what was left of the night, and my
friend Amanda said that she had visited the Haunted Road
to Okee Panocch and had some weird things happen, and
if we really wanted a scare, we should all go there.
There was no end to the stories about Oki Pinocch.
People said it was a haunted and a Satanist killed
people out there, and even that there were small hobbit
like people that had been seen in the area. It
all sounded absolutely ridiculous to me, but it seemed to
shake the other's nerves, so I pushed for us to
all go out there to see something for ourselves. Amanda
and Lisa and I and Ryan and another guy piled
into Amanda's little white Chevy Cavalier and headed to the
Haunted Road. You can google ok Pinocch and see the
road on Google Maps. It is a short dead end
road by the miss miss Cisswana Reservoir. I probably didn't
pronounce that right. There are no houses or anything on
the road and it just dead ends at the turnaround
in the woods. On the way out there, we were
talking about being out in the country at night, and
I argued that it was not scary at all, and
as long as there was a little moonlight and starlight,
it would be fine. We argued back and forth for
a minute, and then I said that to prove my
point that it wasn't a big deal, that I would
walk out into the woods along the road and when
we got to the turnaround they could pick me up.
On the way out, it started to snow, and when
we stopped the car in the woods, I headed off
back up the road. A guy that I can't remember
his name ran up and said that he wanted to
go too, and it completely defeated the point that I
was trying to prove. But I didn't really know him
and I didn't want to be rude. As we walked out,
we discussed how scared the others were, and I decided
that we should try to scare them, and we thought
about going into the woods and jumping out at them
as they drove by, but the danger of them just
speeding off and leaving us out there was too high
for risk, and besides, the fresh snow would show us
leaving the road and they would know something was up.
We then started to discuss laying in the middle of
the road like we were hurt or dead to scare them.
But as we discussed this, the headlights of Amanda's car
came around the corner. It was too late for anything
like that, so we decided to just tell them that
we had seen something in the woods. And as the
car pulled up and opened the door, me and the
other guy jumped in and started crying, did you see
that it was in the woods? What was that? Much
to our shock and surprise, they said, yeah, you saw
it too. Ryan agreed and reminded the girls that they
had been watching where our footprints went before they picked
us up, and they were deep shaken, and I asked
them what exactly they had seen, and they said that
someone in a coat like mine was in the woods
and it was watching them. I had on an old
dress coat from goodwill, not so common thing to be
wearing out in the woods. At that point, I told
them that we didn't see anything, which led to a
lot of confusion and another round of them thinking that
it was us in the woods. But after reassuring them
that it wasn't us, I convinced them to go back
to the turnaround so I could see it. They were terrified,
but I was insistent and mocked them, and I prodded
them until Amanda turned around. When we reached the end
of the road, they pointed out the spot and they
huddled shaking in the car. All right, I said, I'll
go check it out. They were gobs smacked and screamed
at me to stay in the car, and I blew
them off and I walked out into the woods. Tell
me when I'm at the spot, you saw them, I said.
I tromped into the woods, and at that point the
windows were all down and Amanda, Lisa, and Ryan were
directing me to the spot. It wasn't far from the
road at all, maybe ten feet from the tree line,
and at that distance there was no way they mistook
what they saw. The other guy that had gone down
the road with me then got out of the car
and looked around with me. The moon was bright. There
was fresh snow everywhere, but still on the floor of
the woods, I couldn't make out much. We returned to
the car and began to drive out, speculating on what
they had seen. Amanda was driving, Lisa was in the
front seat, and I was in the middle back with
the two other guys. As we drove out, Ryan was
telling us a story and I was looking at him.
As he spoke, I saw in the field that we
were now entering a large, dark shadow, and moved very
fast along the woods and moved toward the car. Ryan,
in mid sentence, noticed something had caught my eye behind him,
and he slowly turned his head as he continued his story.
As Ryan turned his head, I saw the shadow nearly
reach the car and run into the ditch next to
the car, and I raised myself in the seat and
I tried to look into the ditch, and just then
it jumped out of the ditch and came right next
to the car. Just as Ryan's eyes reached the small
triangle window in the rear back seat, a giant maw
of white teeth barked out inches away from Ryan's head
as the biggest black Great Dane ferociously barked at the car.
Ryan screamed so loud and with such a girly shrill
that I started laughing hysterically before he even stopped screaming.
It was the funniest thing I think I have ever seen,
and we laughed the rest of the night about it.
For many years, I thought that that was the end
of it, just a funny story about teens out scaring
themselves in the woods on Halloween night. Years went by
and I became a bit of an amateur local historian.
I've read many books and looked at a lot of
local maps, and the origin of Okee Panochi is a
little vague, but from what I can tell by the
old maps, one of the last Miami Indian chiefs here
had a trading post in a cabin at the end
of the road, and it was kept open for some
historical purposes. There were a few Miami Indian villages in
that area, and many of them were sites of massacres.
When Mad Anthony Wayne marched his troops down the Wabash River,
killing all the Miamis, betraying the peaceful tribe. General Wayne
was in a war with other tribes and decided to
wipe out the Miamis in the area because he didn't
trust them, even though they never joined the other tribes
in the attacks on the whites and had good relations
with the local watfe Ees. So with all this history
around the area, I approached a Miami Indian language expert
at a conference in twenty sixteen that I attended. I
told her the story and I wanted to get her
take on what had happened. She said something that stuck
with me to this day. Have you ever seen a
pure black dog that big in your life to this
day besides the one you saw that night? Well? No,
I said. It was definitely the biggest pure black great
name I've ever seen. And you're telling me you believe
that this dog was out roaming the woods on her
road with no houses for miles, in the middle of
a snowing night. I hadn't really thought about that much before,
but now that she laid it out like that, it
didn't make sense. It was no dog you saw that night,
she said. It gives me chills right now as I
write this, I don't know what we saw that night.
Was it an angry Indian spirit, a dog man, or
just a really freaking big black dog. Like I said,
We were in a Chevy Cavalier and this thing's head
was at the top windows and it ran alongside the
car doing thirty miles per hour. And as a side note,
a young girl went missing out there back in the
eighties and they found her murdered. And just recently someone
else was murdered a few years ago back there at
the turnaround, and the paper said it was a drug
deal gone wrong. But regardless, it just adds to the
creepiness out there. Hi, mister cam. The following is a
bigfoot story my good friend Mac told me, and I
recorded the story on a tape recorder Back in twenty twelve.
A group of his friends and he used to go
riding their dirt bikes along the railroad tracks in central Florida,
out in the middle of nowhere. The year was nineteen
seventy six and he was seventeen years old. On a
Saturday after afternoon, they took off to the tracks with
a tent and a small cooler. They set up the
tent and they got some firewood and they went off
in the nearby woods riding their dirt bikes and exploring.
They came back to their camp and got a fire going,
and they roasted some hot dogs on palmeadow sticks and
ate chips, and drank a couple of six pikes of bush.
They all got in the tent and they went to sleep.
He said he woke in the middle of the night
by the sound of rocks on the tracks. Someone was
walking on the rocks, and it was loud. He said.
He got up and out of the tent and walked
down the short trail to the grassy lane that ran
parallel to the tracks, and he stood there and he
took a leak. He could begin to make out a
shade coming up the tracks. He said. It was a
swamp monster, and it was big. And he ran back
to the tent and he got in and he zipped
the door shut and got under a sleeping bag, and
he laid there trying to be still and quiet. He said.
All three of the others were fast asleep, but he
could hear it coming. It stopped at the trail. He said,
he could hear it snorting, and it was louder than
a sweated quarter horse. He said. He eased up and
looked out through the screen, and it was standing right there.
He could see it through the oak trees. He said
it was smelling his urine where he had peed. Then
it turned and started walking on the rocks again, and
he said he lay down and he could hear it
walking on the rocks for a while, and he went
to sleep in the early hours. The others didn't believe him.
When they woke up, they said he was crazy. When
they rode out that afternoon, he found where it had
left the tracks and cut through a wash out of sand.
By the lane. There was five big tracks, but one
of the guys accidentally ran over two of them. He said.
They got back on their motorcycles and they hauled as
out of there. It's the third time this story has
been told of that night in July nineteen seventy six,
forty four years ago. And Cam do with it what
you do. Mac would be honored if he knew his
story made it to you. Cam Mac passed away eight
days ago. Hi. My name is Alyssa and I'm from
north central Mississippi. My family and I live in the
hills of Carroll County. We live on property belonging to
my husband's family and there are three generations of family
living here. The land is mainly woods in pasture with
cows and two ponds, except for the few homeplace sites.
Several summers ago, we began seeing an odd looking creature
roaming around our place. All of those who saw it
described it in a similar way, like a mangy dog
or a code, with a larger head and ear, standing
straight up and often running on its high and its
fur was a mix of dark brown and black, but
it was very sparse, with skin showing in some places,
and it came around, but it didn't show itself. Often
it would swiftly run away if we caught a glimpse
of it. Very few of us were able to see it,
and even fewer quick enough to snap a photo. My
daughter and I saw it a few times, especially around sundown.
It would dart from the edge of the woods and
back in as quickly as it could. The multiple times
I saw it gave me the cold chills. Due to
its thin frame and oddly shaped body and its thin hair.
We often heard it yelping or squealing as it would
run past us. In fact, one of the ways we
were originally alerted to the creature was from hearing it first.
He would stick close to the wooded areas on our
property and would seem to want to catch a glimpse
of us. And one day, my husband's aunt was out
on one of her daily walks on our dusty dirt
road when she spotted him. He actually lunged toward her,
but she was able to get away. A family friend
whose property is near ours even called a photo of
the creature on his game camera. It has been years
since we have seen the creature, but listening to her
channel brought it to my memory. Many people around town
whom we've told about the creature thought it sounded like
a chupacabra, and comparing the photos that we do have
and the images we found online of the chupacabra, they
are very similar. I have a UFO encounter that happened
to me when I was probably around the age of ten.
I hope that I can put it into words, as
I've never told this story to anyone except my husband,
and that was just recently. So in your words, here
we go, all right, here we go. It was in
the summer of nineteen eighty eight in Arkansaw, and my
mom and her husband, Wayne, and myself were heading home
from being at one of Wayne's friend's house. It was late,
probably one am, and I laid my head on Mom's shoulder,
as I always did so I could close my eyes
and nap on the way home. Mind you, we were
only about thirty minutes from home, but it was late
and I was tired. I had my eyes closed for
about ten minutes, dozing in and out of sleep because
the bumpy back roads Wayne would always take home. When
I heard my mom say to Wayne, what in the
world is that? I opened my eyes and I looked
at my mom to see where she was looking, only
to see that she was looking out the driver's side window.
I turned and looked in the same direction and my
mouth fell open. Wayne hadn't answered her. I don't think
he knew what to say, as he started to slow
the truck down to a stop. When I looked over
at what my mom had spotted, I saw a huge
cigar shaped object hovering in the the air. It was
so close to us that I couldn't see the entire
object's full length. It was hovering over a pasture just
off the road, maybe one hundred yards, and there was
a large oak tree that blocked some of the view
of this object. It was so close that I could see.
It had round windows along the side, and they looked
as if they went all the way around the thing.
The moon was bright that night, so I could tell
it was gray or silver in color, and there was
a slight humming sound, but it wasn't loud, kind of
like a hum of a ceiling fan motor. As Wayne
stopped the truck, my mom said, don't shut this truck off.
We sat there for thirty or forty five seconds, and
then Wayne did take off. The object stayed in place
as we drove away, and Wayne and Mom both looking
in the mirrors out the back window. I stayed facing forward.
No one said anything the rest of the way home.
We didn't know what to say to each other. Even
though I was young, I didn't ask any questions or
say a word. Once we got home, we still didn't
talk about it. We all just went to bed. I
wasn't scared, but I was in disbelief at what we
had seen, and I still never told anyone after that.
I'm now forty one years old. My husband and I
were talking about UFOs recently, and I decided to ask
my mom if she remembered that night. All she said
was a quick yes, and that was it. We both
just left it at that