Archive 249 Dogman and Bigfoot

0:00I'm originally from the cornfields of Southwestern Ohio. I've never considered myself to be superstitious or even a believer in the phenomenon of Sasquatch. This was my attitude when I moved to a rural southeastern town 21 miles from the banks of the Ohio River. I do a lot of cat fishing on those banks and quite a bit of deer hunting too. On the first day of deer season in 2021 I was invited to a hunt on a private parcel of land and shade, a small town near my home. There were two of us hunting that day. We got into the woods at 3 p.m. They were alive with wildlife activity. Birds were singing and squirrels were chattering and an occasional rabbit startled by our rival skittered off into the underbrush.

1:00I settled into my ground blind 300 yards up a ridge from my partner and I got comfortable. It was a kind of peaceful afternoon anyone who loves being in the outdoors lives for. If 450 the sun was beginning to set and dusk was falling, then the distance I heard a faint woot come from directly ahead of me down the valley. I guessed it was about 130 yards away. At that moment a deer came crashing through the brush and it was panning and its mouth hung open. She looked like she had been running for her life. I decided to put my range finders on her to see if I could locate exactly what had that poor girl so distraught. As I lifted the range finder the world went still and the deer was frozen in place. The silence swept through the valley and washed over the ridge, bringing the hairs on my arms to stand up. It was as if all the energy around me was being pulled out and drawn to one spot 30 yards

2:00away at the fence line. There was something moving, coming toward me like a bulldozer crashing through the woods. It stepped from the tree line and dropped to all fours and in one motion it had the dough and its grip. In all of my 35 years I've never seen anything with such power and such force in one single effort move and snap a deer's neck. The shock of what I was witnessing left me weak and terrified. I struggled to control my nerves as it laid its kill on the frozen ground and raised its head to lock eyes with me. It glared at me with a malevolent anger, telling me with a look that I was trespassing in its territory. My response was to unstrap the holster on my four sixty Smith and Wesson, and unzipped my blind and run. I left my bow behind, I left everything behind. The fear kicked in my body and I went into overdrive.

3:01Even as a varsity football player I had never run as fast as I did that day. I made it 50 yards when I heard it coming. It took me 15 to 20 seconds to let out an unholy growl, telling me it was there and pushing me to run even faster. By the time I got to my friends blind he was already running ahead of me. I saw my truck in the distance and I managed to get the keys out of my pocket and hit the automatic start button. As my friend reached the truck I hit the unlock button as well and I was right behind them. In that last second before I got in I turned and saw it 40 yards away. I didn't waste another second. I threw the truck in the drive and I pushed all 550 horsepower that comes in engine for all it was worth. We didn't slow down until we hit the main road. I'd be alive if I said there wasn't tears in my eyes. My only thought was that I was never going to see my son again.

4:01From what I could see the creature was covered in long shaggy grey hair and its head was semi-cone shape and the skin where I could see it was dark and resembled tan leather. I'd say it was nine feet tall with shoulders that were four feet wide and if I had to guess it's weight I'd say it was 800 pounds. Its arms hung down past its knees and its biceps were enormous. It was not lacking muscle mass by any means. I learned a lesson that day. There are things in this world that are beyond the realm of thought and belief of most people. Maybe they don't want to believe, maybe it's fear of ridicule. But I can tell you this, Bigfoot exists in southeast Ohio and they will hunt you. They will prey on you and they are the ultimate apex predator. I went into the woods that day as a hunter and I came out as the hunted. Oh man, that is like the ultimate Bigfoot story.

5:07The sky was chased. There are a lot of people who are going to comment and they are going to say, well I'm trying to catch you. You got out because he lets you out. But you know I always think that's a bunch of bull because you never know what's going on in these situations. Maybe it was a slow Bigfoot. Maybe they are just chasing people out. But maybe they aren't the apex predator. Maybe we are the apex predator. Just ask Steve Lilly. Anyway this was a great story and it's always cool to read these stories where there's a face to face, almost violent encounter and everybody loves these including me and I appreciate the man who sent it. I don't have his name, I've got his email address. It's really good. You know if this is real, man what an experience. I don't think I'd ever be the same. Thank you for the story. Not long ago my husband and I purchased a small log cabin that sits on 10 and a half

6:11acres of land in the upper peninsula of Michigan. We're working to restore the property and bring it back to its former glory. The face is a small pond and we can see a few neighbors in that direction. Other than that we are surrounded by densely forested state-owned land. It's isolated but it's the kind of seclusion that induces peace and tranquility. I was sitting out on the open porch enjoying the tall glass of iced tea one day when I saw something directly ahead of me that looked like a massive iridescent bubble floating about 15 feet off the ground. I was moving slowly into the thick forest and changing shapes and configuration as it was doing so. I wasn't sure what I was looking at. After watching it for several minutes and marveling at how beautiful it looked, I chalked it up to being some sort of weird natural phenomenon and I went back inside. Later we were putting together our log bedroom set in the small back bedroom when I was overwhelmed

7:15with a feeling of being watched and it raised goosebumps all over my body. I looked out the two side by side windows and I saw a grey human looking creature with a large elongated head. It had two black oval eyes and no eyelids staring back at me. Where its nose should have been it had two small slits but I couldn't see its mouth. We had a hundred gallon propane tank right outside the window that wasn't hooked up yet and the creature was standing behind it. The tank was four and a half feet tall. The being had its long fingers stretched out across the tank and it was craning its neck to look over the tank so it could watch me. The second we made eye contact it ducked down behind the tank and out of sight. I ran to the window but it was gone. It was mid-morning on a clear day and there was no way I must took what I was seeing. I reached the window in plenty of time to see any human that might have been out there

8:18before they could have disappeared into the woods but this thing it was gone. I've never had an experience like this before. It isn't a story that I share with anyone who knows me. I wasn't frightened by what I saw. In fact I was probably as curious about it as it was about me. But I sure would like to know what it was. Does anyone in your audience have any ideas? I'm now 58 years of age. Thinking back I remember more than one time where something unusual happened to me and my sister while my parents were away for a few days. Our home sat on the first 10 acres sold from a 1300 acre farm which had recently been held in a land bank. So throughout my teenage years my siblings and I had the run of this 1300 acre farm. One mid afternoon back in 1973 I was still too young for deer season

9:19so I was watching TV and eating chili. The sliding door opened. It was my sister returning early from deer hunting. My sister entered our house wide eyed and very excited. I immediately thought she had shot a buck and needed help dragging it out of the woods. Instead my sister began to tell me that she had walked across a nearby 80 acre field leading back to the swamp. The swamp along that field jetted out into these thick swampy points which always held deer. This usually made for a great chance to bag something before returning home. So we always took this route home. For some reason this day she had decided to walk up by the edge of the road as she crossed the field. I asked my sister if she had seen any deer in the field on her way back. She began to tell me about seeing a black bear. We never even see signs of black bear so I was really interested in what she was telling me.

10:20My sister continued to tell me that the bear had walked all the way across the field and that the bear and her had walked parallel to each other as they made their way back towards our house. I asked if the bear had seen her. She told me it had turned its head and looked at her a couple of times. But the bear didn't really have any interest in her at all. It just kept walking. As she spoke to me I noticed she was having a difficult time looking me in the eyes. Then she told me what was bothering her. The bear had walked across the entire field on its hind legs, just like a person. I then asked where the bear had gone. The only thing she was thinking about when she got close to the house was getting in the house and getting away from the bear. My sister carried either a shotgun with buckshot or a slug or a rifle. I immediately thought how the field where the bear had walked was covered with lichen and brown moss and that I just might be able to see some tracks.

11:23Over the next couple of days I looked the field over. I watched the field and the swamp edge with binoculars. I came up and handed and very disappointed. I was in the woods daily. I never ever found any sign of bear in the area. No scraping, rubbed on the trees, no scat and no hair. Parts of the swamp were very thick. So thick that I would crawl on my hands and knees to get through to hunt some of these areas. Some of the nearby swamps are so big and thick that people have gone in and have never been seen again. The only animal that I can think of this being is a bigfoot, possibly just passing through our fields to get to where it was going. I continued to hunt for many years after my sister saw the bear walk on its hind legs. But after that day my sister would not hunt unless she was with me or another family member or a friend.

12:23Back in the late spring of 2004 I was in my shop working on my backhoe when a friend of mine that owns a record service pulled up. He was unnerved asking me if I could go ride with him. He usually asked me to go if it was a long ride or a difficult recovery or a repo. He asked if I would bring my shotgun and I said sure. He told me he wanted me to go to Pennywinkle Bottom and be his lookout to get his dogs if there was anything left of them. Pennywinkle is near Ayukamisisipi and it borders Alabama. I agreed and loaded up my guns. He had been running his deer dogs and he saw something that scared him. This guy is a little bit superstitious. He said that whatever we see don't shoot it because it didn't look like it would take it well. We drove down this dark grown-up county road and his dogs were standing back at a fresh deer carcass that's half eaten with their bristles raised and

13:24there in the middle of them is a large dark or black animal with the head of a wolf or a big dog. It looked up at us. We were about 200 feet away and it was taller than any of the hounds. We had floodlights on it and it turned broadside and shielded its eyes from the lights. The tail was long and cat-like or so it seemed. My friend eased his window down. I had both guns ready. He called his dogs and they came to the truck. My friend decided instead of putting them in the dog box that they would just go in the cab. The creature would look up at us occasionally. The dog seemed okay with it but had the bristles still raised. It moved around a little more and had drugged the deer back a little into the woods. I was speechless just looking at this thing. It didn't threaten us. It could have easily walked up and looked at us through the windows of

14:24the F-450 wrecker. Normally teens would get stuck or break down there and my friend would pull them out. But after this he never went alone. A few months later a friend of mine was logging a big track of land and it was close to Piningwinkle. I was running a dozer in the day but I needed some extra money to pay off my house. We had been in a dry spill and the logger I was helping ask me if I could push another road and a landing with the skitter to set up and get logs out near the end of the track. I was aggravated that I had to use the skitter instead of the dozer but I was being paid well. I got the new landing and road in before dark and set up the limbing gate to delim the pine trees for the knuckle boom loader. I decided since I was there I tried to get a couple of loads of logs on the landing for their next morning. I had gone to the farthest side and was gathering bunches when I saw something at the end of my lights move suddenly. I wondered if it was

15:25what we had seen before. I ran that bunch through the limbing gates and drove the skitter back to my truck. The next evening when I got there the crew was heading out and they showed me a metal 55 gallon trash drum that had the lid pulled off of it with claw marks and trash scattered around. We occasionally get a displaced black bear from down south here but the paw marks on the ground look like a big dog. That night when I finished dragging wood and shut down you could hear coyotes on a ridge carrying on. Then a loud high pitch roar that ended with a deep gutter on the noise sounded on another ridge and the coyotes and crickets all went silent. I got the hell out of there. The next night I was cleaning up slash piles and dragging wood. I came around the slash pile and there was a creature that looked like the one I saw with my friend. This time I was crowding it. It buried its teeth and I saw it standing over a big deer carcass. It never took its eyes off

16:30of me until I was out of sight. When I came back it had drugged the carcass behind the pile of slash. I asked my friend the next day if he had seen anything weird other than the trash can and he said you've seen it too, haven't you? He told me that's why Gus's crew was short and they all had told him they had seen something like a big dog. I told him about seeing it with my friend's hands and we sort of think it uses people running deer dogs to ambush deer but it leaves the dogs alone. I'd like my name left out. If you use my siding you can use the locations. I'm glad I found brothers that believe. My great aunt and uncle had a camp on the Louisiana side of the Sabine river. Next to them was an old couple who had a bait house and they had dogs. The old couple had lived there for over 60 years. Although they'd raised their six children in that house on the river,

17:30they'd both been raised in the Honey Island swamp area just a short way down the coast. When my grandparents came to visit we'd always head out to my aunt and uncle's camp. Between my aunts and uncles who were still at home my great aunt and my uncle's kids and me and my siblings were the 14 of us kids and 16 adults. Although we were never allowed to swim because of the gators and the gars we spent a lot of time fishing on their floating dock made from barrels lashed together. The five teenage boys took an aluminum boat out to fish late one evening. They headed up river into some of the slews and using nothing but cane poles caught a 12 foot alligator gaur. The women said about cleaning and cooking a mess of fried gaur balls and fried gaur patties with smothered onions and potatoes. And we ate like hungry hogs and we never asked again why we couldn't swim in the river. There was an old homestead that had been destroyed by a hurricane decades before

18:34I was ever born and it was used as a garbage dump. We'd go there with the women in dick for bottles and other treasures in the ashes of the burnt trash. Early one afternoon we suddenly heard horrible indescribable screaming and growl that was maybe a half a mile away from us. My great aunt stopped what she was doing and immediately began to demand that we all head back to the house. She spoke with enough urgency that we obeyed. It was 600 feet through the sand and salt grass and another 600 feet down the shell road to the house. The whole way we asked her what had made that noise but she never said a word. Once we got back to the house her only answer was that she didn't know what it was and she didn't want to find out. That evening was like any other. The adults sat around the kitchen table playing penny antipoker while we kids did what we kids did before technology and cell phones stole that from society. Some of us were coloring in coloring books while others read

19:41books or magazines and by midnight we were all in bed. The floor was a wall to wall pallet of kids and dogs sleeping peacefully under a gentle breeze pulled in through the open windows by a large attic fan and the adults had their own rooms. At some point in the night I had to get up and answer nature's call. Now afterward I climbed back into my sleeping bag and I was almost to sleep when that gentle breeze suddenly carried in the most nauseating smell I could imagine. I sat up and loudly says what is that smell it's burning my eyes I can't breathe. Well my voice carried well throughout that old house I wouldn't have been surprised if that elderly couple next door had heard me. While I was 12 years old at the time and I'd reach that age where whippings didn't scare me so much anymore. The smell that was being pulled in through the open windows by that big attic fan began to intensify and adults began to shout for us kids to get

20:44up and shut the windows. Someone yelled to turn off that fan. Teenagers started jumping up and slapping the old fashioned wooden sash windows down so fast and hard that it was a wonder that no one broke glass. And then they sent us back to bed but the adults stayed up drinking coffee and talking quietly until daylight. And when the women started breakfast the men went outside to look around. The weak kids were all told not to go any further than the area around our camp the bake camp next door or the dock. The men went over to talk to the old couple they owned all the land for a mile around the two river houses and when the men came back they sent all the kids outside. I guess 30 minutes later they called us back in and ordered us to help load up our cars. We were leaving. It seems the skunk apes in the area had been attracted to the extra people in the food smells created by our small army. They were known to take children if they could. And the older couple

21:50told the men that it had happened in the past. And the couple also said that they had seen these things and had dealt regularly with their behavior for decades. The live bait vats and the sheds were raided and various objects left outside were destroyed. They would wake up to find their small garden ransacked and all the vegetables smashed or half eaten or gone and then there was that smell. It was like nothing else they could describe. In the five years that my uncle had the lease on the camp the older couple had never once mentioned the skunk apes. He maintained the old house and did any repairs the older couple needed. He was a good renter so I guess they didn't want to lose them. The next year he leased the cabin elsewhere. Even then in the new cabin on a pumping plant canals surrounded by other cabins with a little general store where we could buy sodas and listen to the music from the jukebox through the outside speakers. I heard that scream one evening. I shivered in

22:56the warm night air and I hoped it stayed on the Louisiana side of the river.