Speaker 1: This story is something that happened to my late husband
Speaker 1: when we were a young family. We lived in northeast Louisiana,
Speaker 1: in a town where we had lived all our lives.
Speaker 1: There are lakes and bayous and streams that make perfect
Speaker 1: fishing spots, as well as a large river between our
Speaker 1: twin cities. Now. My husband loved fishing and honting, and
Speaker 1: when a young couple moved in across the street from us,
Speaker 1: he invited the husband to go fishing with him on
Speaker 1: a Saturday afternoon. The lake where we were headed was
Speaker 1: well known and full of cypress trees. If you don't
Speaker 1: know the area, it's easy to get lost in there forever.
Speaker 1: The two of them sent off in my husband's old
Speaker 1: truck with tackle boxes and rides packed in the bed,
Speaker 1: and his aluminum John boat and tot. The motor was
Speaker 1: a hand me down from my dad, who was a
Speaker 1: semi commercial fisherman. It was well used but well maintained.
Speaker 1: When they got to the water, they launched the boat
Speaker 1: and headed into the cypress trees toward a spot my
Speaker 1: husband guaranteed would fill the boat with fish, and all
Speaker 1: afternoon they cast and caught, and cast and caught and
Speaker 1: fish after fish, not realizing how fast the light was
Speaker 1: fading in the sky. It gets dark in those cypress
Speaker 1: trees quicker than you realize, as most fishermen do. They
Speaker 1: both said, one more cast, again and again until nightfall.
Speaker 1: My husband had fished that lake for years, but with
Speaker 1: the darkness surrounding them, he realized he may have waited
Speaker 1: one cast too many. Now it'd be difficult to see
Speaker 1: the boat lanes leading to the area where they launched.
Speaker 1: My husband didn't want his partner to know they were
Speaker 1: in a bit of a fix, so he started heading
Speaker 1: toward the open where he thought led to the lawn,
Speaker 1: and he was slowly trolling through the trees looking for
Speaker 1: the boat lane. The lack of night noise was unsettling,
Speaker 1: to say the least. There were no frogs, no owls.
Speaker 1: There was no sound at all, and it was making
Speaker 1: my husband's young partner a little worried. You do know
Speaker 1: how to get out of here, don't you? He asked? Well,
Speaker 1: of course I do. I've been fishing and hunting this
Speaker 1: lake for years, my husband said, as he nervously searched
Speaker 1: for a way out of the lake, intent on not
Speaker 1: going deeper into the cypress trees. No one went into
Speaker 1: the deep center of the lake at night, and very
Speaker 1: few would admit why there were things back in there
Speaker 1: you didn't want to meet in the daytime, much less
Speaker 1: at night. As the moon started to shed a little
Speaker 1: light through the trees, they heard the sound of tree
Speaker 1: branches cracking and splashing, like someone was walking in the water.
Speaker 1: Where is that damn boat lane, my husband thought to himself,
Speaker 1: as the sounds got louder and close. Finally, in the
Speaker 1: weak glow of the moonlight, there was an opening in
Speaker 1: the trees. They had found the boat lane. The trolling
Speaker 1: motor was raised and the hand me down out board
Speaker 1: cranked up, and the boat launched across the dark water,
Speaker 1: away from the sounds of the tree breaks and splashing.
Speaker 1: But that's when the real noise started. Not far behind
Speaker 1: them came a scream like a woman being tortured. Did
Speaker 1: you hear that? The young man asked, shouldn't we go
Speaker 1: back and help that lady? That ain't old lady? My
Speaker 1: husband loudly informed him over the sound of the motor.
Speaker 1: We ain't going nowhere but the hell out of here. No,
Speaker 1: you better hang on because if you fall out, I
Speaker 1: ain't coming back. To get you. The kid's face went
Speaker 1: white as a sheet, and my husband's hair flew behind
Speaker 1: him as he raced toward the boat launch. The way
Speaker 1: it flew up onto the bank, you would have thought
Speaker 1: that that John boat had wings. My husband loaded the
Speaker 1: boat on the trailer and bowled out of the launch
Speaker 1: so fast he may as well have been racing in
Speaker 1: a dragstrip. After my husband slowed down a while later,
Speaker 1: the kid finally found his voice again. What was making
Speaker 1: that noise and what was that god awful scream? He asked.
Speaker 1: My husband stared into the dark road ahead of him,
Speaker 1: knowing he was about to shatter the kid's naive perspective
Speaker 1: of the world. I'm going to say this one time,
Speaker 1: and one time only. There are things in this world
Speaker 1: that people will tell you do not exist, But you
Speaker 1: just heard one that does. It's real, and if you're
Speaker 1: close enough to see it, it's close enough to get
Speaker 1: to you. And if it gets you, you'll never get
Speaker 1: out alive. Now, don't ever talk about it to me again,
Speaker 1: and don't ever go back in there. They drove the
Speaker 1: rest of the ride home in silence. They passed a
Speaker 1: man walking down the road in the dark and decided
Speaker 1: to give him the fish they had caught. My husband
Speaker 1: and the young neighbor never went fishing together again. A
Speaker 1: friendly wave or a quick hello was all that ever
Speaker 1: passed between them until they moved back to their hometown.
Speaker 1: It was a long time before my husband told me
Speaker 1: about the events of that fishing trip. Once, when I
Speaker 1: was a little girl, my daddy told me about the
Speaker 1: strange things that came out of the center of that
Speaker 1: big Cypress lake at night. He believed my daddy then,
Speaker 1: and I believed my husband too. I never did ask
Speaker 1: him what he thought the thing was in the Cypress Lake.
Speaker 1: I guess I didn't want to know. Hey want to
Speaker 1: take a little break between stories, and I want to
Speaker 1: give you a big thank you. This weekend, I threw
Speaker 1: up a picture of myself with a little girl named Chloe.
Speaker 1: Some of you know her story. It is basically, she's
Speaker 1: a little girl. She lives in Arkansas. She is my
Speaker 1: daughter in law's niece. She's my daughter in law's sister's daughter.
Speaker 1: Chloe and her sister, Riley, lost their father a couple
Speaker 1: of years ago. During the COVID outbreak. I asked on
Speaker 1: the post for you guys to say hi, to Chloe,
Speaker 1: and I told her, I said, I'm going to put
Speaker 1: your picture on YouTube and Facebook, and she was so excited.
Speaker 1: She just was giddy about it. And she has read
Speaker 1: every one of your comments, every single one of your comments,
Speaker 1: and you absolutely, without a doubt, made this little girl's day.
Speaker 1: And I want to thank you, and I'm trying to
Speaker 1: keep from choking up. I want to thank you for
Speaker 1: being the the absolute best people in the world to
Speaker 1: reach out and make that little girl's day. It's not
Speaker 1: that big of a deal to us, you know, it's
Speaker 1: really not that big of a deal. But to her,
Speaker 1: you absolutely made her day. She has been pouring over
Speaker 1: these comments, reading every one of them, and it's it
Speaker 1: just absolutely rocks my world that you guys are so
Speaker 1: nice and so generous to do something like that. So
Speaker 1: thank you. I don't think I can talk anymore because
Speaker 1: it really moved me. Every time I open those up
Speaker 1: to read the comments and thank you for the comments
Speaker 1: and and and all that stuff. It just I can't
Speaker 1: believe how nice you all are. In a world where
Speaker 1: the internet is a mean place to be, we have
Speaker 1: this little group of people that follow along with this channel,
Speaker 1: and you're just so good you're just good, good people.
Speaker 1: All right, I'm gonna stop. I just love you so
Speaker 1: much and I appreciate you, and uh, okay, we're back
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Speaker 1: what you're here for, and if you like, if you
Speaker 1: like creepy, be weird kind of bigfoot, dog man, were wolf,
Speaker 1: ghost UFO type stories, you found your people, and if
Speaker 1: you like being associated with a nice bunch of people,
Speaker 1: you really have found your people. So let's get back
Speaker 1: to the stories. All right, here we go. I live
Speaker 1: in central Mississippi, near a town called Bay Springs. My cousin,
Speaker 1: who lives down the road from me, has cattle, and
Speaker 1: he and I often sit out at night on his
Speaker 1: property to hunt coyotes that frequently kill his newborn cows.
Speaker 1: We had met in his field one spring night after
Speaker 1: a rainstorm to watch him listen for coyotes. We were
Speaker 1: trying to start a fire in the catchpin to make
Speaker 1: coffee and settle in for a night of hunting. When
Speaker 1: we decided to get some sawmill slats to add to
Speaker 1: the fire. We walk behind the catchpin to get the wood,
Speaker 1: and we heard the scream and it was unlike anything
Speaker 1: we'd ever heard before in these woods. My cousin and
Speaker 1: I are both hunters and outdoorsmen, and we and we
Speaker 1: excuse me, we are familiar with all the sounds made
Speaker 1: by creatures who live in the woods. But what we
Speaker 1: heard made the hair stand up all over our bodies,
Speaker 1: and in my misplaced wisdom, I decided to check it out.
Speaker 1: I walked down through the pasture toward a small stream
Speaker 1: that ran through the hayfield, and thanks to the bright
Speaker 1: moon in the sky, I didn't need to use my
Speaker 1: flashlight to see my way, and when I got to
Speaker 1: the stream, I saw something standing next to the woodline.
Speaker 1: At first, I thought it was just one of the trees,
Speaker 1: but as I got closer, I remembered that I had
Speaker 1: raked the hay in that area of the previous summer,
Speaker 1: and there was no tree in that area. I turned
Speaker 1: on my flashlight to get a better look, and as
Speaker 1: I did, this shadow we figure moved toward the trees
Speaker 1: and I saw its back in its right hand, which
Speaker 1: was much too large to be a human, and from
Speaker 1: where I stood, I could see that it was at
Speaker 1: least eight feet tall and it was covered in dark hair.
Speaker 1: I retreated to the cattle pen and I told my
Speaker 1: cousin what I had seen, and since then we have
Speaker 1: had other encounters on his property. To add to our
Speaker 1: excitement and apprehension, we learned that our neighbors have had
Speaker 1: unsettling experiences with strange creatures in the area as well.
Speaker 1: That experience was so eye opening for me that it
Speaker 1: started me on a path to discover encryptids, and I've
Speaker 1: been a cryptid researcher now for fifteen years, mostly here
Speaker 1: in Mississippi. In the nineteen eighties, I spent my teenage
Speaker 1: years in a small town in southern Indiana. By small,
Speaker 1: I mean around one hundred people. We did have a
Speaker 1: gas in, two churches, and there was a tiny post office,
Speaker 1: all of which were surrounded by thousands of acres of
Speaker 1: national and state forest land. My friends and I spent
Speaker 1: a lot of time riding dirt bikes and camping out
Speaker 1: and fishing and hunting and doing things that we probably
Speaker 1: shouldn't have done. I spent a lot of time in
Speaker 1: the woods alone because I've always been drawn to it
Speaker 1: more than any of my friends. And in all the
Speaker 1: time I spent out there, I never once felt scared
Speaker 1: of anything until this one incident happened. The biggest animal
Speaker 1: in the woods around here is the deer, and the
Speaker 1: biggest predators or coyotes, or so I thought. One day
Speaker 1: after school, I decided to walk through the cow pasture
Speaker 1: behind the house to a wooded area and go squirrel hunting.
Speaker 1: I didn't really want to shoot anything. I was just
Speaker 1: using it as an excuse to be out. I wasn't
Speaker 1: deep in the woods at all, sitting on a stump
Speaker 1: watching squirrels and birds, when all of a sudden I
Speaker 1: heard something come crashing through the trees. It ran through
Speaker 1: there like a freight train, and it was knocking down
Speaker 1: trees and just tearing the area up. There was no
Speaker 1: way this was a deer or a coyote, I thought, well.
Speaker 1: I sat there for a couple of minutes waiting to
Speaker 1: see what it was. But the closer it got, the
Speaker 1: louder it got, and the more scared I became. Now,
Speaker 1: I've never felt such fear in my life. It was
Speaker 1: an unexplainable, unnatural fear, and the single shot four ten
Speaker 1: I was caring didn't give me any comfort at all.
Speaker 1: I tried to be brave, but I just couldn't make
Speaker 1: myself sit there and wait for it. I never saw
Speaker 1: what it was, and I still kicked myself for being
Speaker 1: a chicken and running back to the cow pasture and
Speaker 1: back home. It never crossed my mind to go back
Speaker 1: there to look for clues. And this may not sound
Speaker 1: like a great encounter, but it sounded much bigger than
Speaker 1: any person or animal that was supposed to be there,
Speaker 1: And for a sixteen year old kid who knew nothing
Speaker 1: about bigfoot or cryptids at the time, it was an
Speaker 1: epic experience. Hell yes, man, oh, I love that last sentence.
Speaker 1: It was epic. I think that's the way I would
Speaker 1: feel about an experience like that. As long as I
Speaker 1: got away unhurt. That's the deal breaker right there. If
Speaker 1: I get away, don't get hurt, it's going to be epic.
Speaker 1: Thanks for the story, sir. I grew up in Kentucky
Speaker 1: hunting and fishing, and I've seen strange things happen since
Speaker 1: I was a kid, and I have more stories than
Speaker 1: I can count, but I'll start with my two sasquatch encounters.
Speaker 1: In high school. My friends and I would sneak out
Speaker 1: and fish these four pins at night. We knew our
Speaker 1: way around in the dark, but we would try to
Speaker 1: go when there was a big moon out anyway, so
Speaker 1: that we didn't need to use flashlights and risk getting caught. Well.
Speaker 1: That night it was me and Kenny and Newton and
Speaker 1: Newton and I stopped at the first big pond while
Speaker 1: Kenny went through the woods to the other ponds. I
Speaker 1: knew a big long point that I could wait out
Speaker 1: on and get a better cast, and Newton followed standing
Speaker 1: on my left. We were about knee deep catching bass
Speaker 1: on every cast, and we threw them straight back in
Speaker 1: the water, so there was a lot of splashing going on,
Speaker 1: and then out of nowhere, the most wicked lightning storm
Speaker 1: came up. It was a really impressive thing to watch,
Speaker 1: and I told Newton that I was going to find
Speaker 1: Kenny so we could get out of here before it
Speaker 1: started to rain. So I got out of the water
Speaker 1: and I ran into the darkness, and I ran down
Speaker 1: the logging road, cut through a cedar thicket, and then
Speaker 1: the lightning flashed and I saw something go around the
Speaker 1: corner to the left. It's about thirty yards away. I
Speaker 1: stopped at my tracks. I never heard it make any noise,
Speaker 1: and it never looked back at me, but it was
Speaker 1: clearly trying to get away. This thing was eight feet tall,
Speaker 1: and it had a small head sitting right on top
Speaker 1: of its four foot wide shoulders, and it moved with
Speaker 1: that bigfoot smoothness you hear about. I ran right back
Speaker 1: to Newton, and when he saw the look on my face,
Speaker 1: he didn't ask a single question and we both ran
Speaker 1: flat out on the paved road to our car, which
Speaker 1: we had parked a quarter a mile away. Well, Kenny
Speaker 1: shows up about forty five minutes later. He didn't have
Speaker 1: a clue about any of it. And it never did
Speaker 1: rain that night. Well, that side squatch was watching us
Speaker 1: catch those fish. People ought to start splashing instead of
Speaker 1: tree knocking. It worked for us. Another story, my dad
Speaker 1: had some property around Lake Cumberland, and behind his house
Speaker 1: were hundreds of acres of pasture land and scattered woods.
Speaker 1: It was a postcard beautiful land for turkey and deer honey.
Speaker 1: And that was a place on the fence line where
Speaker 1: the deer always came out. And one night I told
Speaker 1: my dad that I was going to take my climbing
Speaker 1: stand over there and hunt that deer trail. I went
Speaker 1: in twenty yards and I set up right on the trail,
Speaker 1: which I didn't like doing. I hadn't cut any shooting lanes,
Speaker 1: so there was some undergrowth. I was about twelve feet
Speaker 1: up a white oak, hunting with my recurved bow, and
Speaker 1: I had four arrows with me. The evening was dead
Speaker 1: quiet and with no birds, annoying chipmunks or bugs, and
Speaker 1: nothing except the sound of a dog gapping on the
Speaker 1: next farm. Over the whole evening, I remember wishing that
Speaker 1: dog would shut up, and right at dark I decided
Speaker 1: to get down while I could still see. I had
Speaker 1: ropes untied and such, and I was making some noise,
Speaker 1: but nothing too loud, and I realized that the dog
Speaker 1: had finally stopped barking. That's when I heard something growl,
Speaker 1: low and deep. I stopped and looked around. When I
Speaker 1: didn't see anything, I kept doing what I was doing.
Speaker 1: But then I heard it again, and it was low
Speaker 1: and a deep rumbling that sounded like it came right
Speaker 1: out of a monster. For the life of me, I
Speaker 1: couldn't see anything through the thick darkness, and I craned
Speaker 1: my neck and stretched out as far as I could
Speaker 1: see something without falling, but I had no luck seeing anything.
Speaker 1: And there I was thinking, what in the world am
Speaker 1: I gonna do? I have to climb down, run twenty yards,
Speaker 1: climb a fence, and after that there's a three hundred
Speaker 1: yard run uphill through the house. Oh brother, I'm screwed.
Speaker 1: I decided that when my feet hit the ground, I
Speaker 1: would leave my stand and throw my bow over the
Speaker 1: fence and run for my life. The fear only intensified
Speaker 1: when I got out in that big pasture. I had
Speaker 1: nowhere to go but uphill, and it reminded me of
Speaker 1: a werewolf movie where the good guy runs for his life,
Speaker 1: all the while knowing he's gonna die. The thing never
Speaker 1: showed itself, but I heard it behind me, and I
Speaker 1: knew it could have caught up to me if it
Speaker 1: had the slightest interest. When Kenny's grandmother heard us talking
Speaker 1: about what happened to me, she told us that she
Speaker 1: had heard stories about the old nuns who used to
Speaker 1: see white creatures in that area. The next day, when
Speaker 1: I went back to get my stand, I went back
Speaker 1: prepared with my Remington eight seventy in a pocket full
Speaker 1: of slugs. That event has given me nightmares until this day.
Speaker 1: I crossed the road from my dad's place is thirty
Speaker 1: nine thousand acres of lake Cumberland Land in Russell County, Kentucky.
Speaker 1: I loved chasing turkeys out in that open land, and
Speaker 1: I did it all on foot, the way it should
Speaker 1: be done. Well. There was one turkey that gobbled his
Speaker 1: head off every morning, and one day I told my
Speaker 1: dad I was going to go after It took me
Speaker 1: an hour or so to creep my way over and
Speaker 1: up there. The only thing I could find to hide
Speaker 1: end was a giant wild rose bush with white flowers. Man,
Speaker 1: it smelt good and the bees were buzzing all around me.
Speaker 1: It was almost magical, and it hid me well except
Speaker 1: for my shotgun, which was poking out and only the
Speaker 1: barrel was showing. And after a while, all the sounds
Speaker 1: in the forest, including the gobbling, went completely quiet. Even
Speaker 1: the bees flying around me, had flown off. So I
Speaker 1: crept up to the edge of where that bird had
Speaker 1: been strutting moments before, and he was gone. It was
Speaker 1: like he just vanished. And I stood up from the
Speaker 1: camouflage of the roses, and I walked right over there,
Speaker 1: looking around like a big joke had been played on me.
Speaker 1: And then on the ground at my feet I found
Speaker 1: the perfect fan from that bird, as if someone yanked
Speaker 1: it right out and left it there for me. There
Speaker 1: were no other feathers or fluff or any hint of
Speaker 1: a struggle at all, like you would normally expect from
Speaker 1: a fox or a big cat. The whole bird was
Speaker 1: just gone. It was just the fan left. It might
Speaker 1: have been a big foot that got my turkey, and
Speaker 1: it makes just as much sense as a turkey disappearing
Speaker 1: into thin air, if you ask me. My father grew
Speaker 1: fruit trees, peaches and pears and apples and apricots. He'd
Speaker 1: always complained that something was stealing his fruit, but now
Speaker 1: looking back, it all kind of makes sense now. My
Speaker 1: dad never did say anything about it while he was alive,
Speaker 1: but we all knew something was lurking around in that land,
Speaker 1: and it was something that did not belong. Thanks for listening.
Speaker 1: I appreciate you all so much. Hope you were having
Speaker 1: a great Labor Day day. Today is Labor Day. I
Speaker 1: got to go to my granddaughter's birthday party in Arkansas
Speaker 1: this weekend and we had a great time. A bunch
Speaker 1: of screaming girls at a swimming party, and luckily there
Speaker 1: was plenty of beer around, so me and the other
Speaker 1: guys just kind of sat around, drank beers and laughed
Speaker 1: and watched the kids and had a great time. And
Speaker 1: I'm back now recording podcast. I appreciate you so much
Speaker 1: for listening to this one, and we'll see you on
Speaker 1: the next one. Thank you.