Now one of your pudding. I got a string going on here, something just cause my dog. Something killed your dog, my dog. We're flying through the air over the tree. I don't know how it did it, Okay, Damn, I'm really confused. All I saw was my dog coming over the fence and he was dead. And once you hit the ground like, I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog coming over the fence. Sat, what are you putting? We got some wonder or something crawling around out here? Did you see what it was?
Or was it was?
Standing enough? I'm out here looking through the window now and I don't see anything. I don't want to go outside. Jesus, quice you better, or hello, get somebody out here. What one on out there? It's thought of a bitch of about sixty fort nine. I don't know easy out there.
Yeah, I'm looking right out tonight.
I want to share with you some encounters that people have between nineteen seventy eight into nineteen seventy nine, a series of encounters that would go on to captivate an entire town, an entire area with fear.
And this fear was brought on by an.
Unknold creature that would howl and wail and scream into the night, a creature who, during hours of darkness in the shadows, would trowl and stalk around people's properties, a creature that would kill animals, and a creature that was
bold enough to sometimes show itself during daytime hours. These incidents occurred in and around my hometown of Kazer in North Carolina, which sits at the very base of the South Mountains mountain range under thousand acres of wilderness here in the foothills of western Odclina, and many believes that this all started during this timeframe, near a place called Coffiner's Knob, which sets at the eastern end of the
South Mountains. On this cold December morning of nineteen seventy eight, a lady eighty eight years of age by the name of Miss Minnie Cook would have an encounter that she never forgot.
She heard her dogs outside barking.
It was clear they was upset about, so so she
went out to investigate. She saw a large, black hair covered creature, and at first she didn't know what to make of it because it appeared to be down on all fours until it stood up and it stared her down from that day forward, miss Cook wouldn't go outside unless she was rible to rifle, and she went on record as saying that she wished she had never saw it, and that she hoped she never saw it again, and that anyone else that saw this creature would feel the
same as she did. But miss Cook was merely the first person to report such an encounter.
I've interviewed many people over.
The past four and a half to five years, and I am thoroughly convinced that these encounters were already occurring before. We're seeing this creature, and we're certainly hearing this creature, which was the most commonly reported thing, these frightening howls in the dead of night, terrifying high pitched screams and grunning noises, and these weird howls that would end in a crescendo of yodling lonesome whales, bellowing yells like a bull bellowing.
And as a witness of these type of sounds.
In the dead of night, I will assure you that it invokes a hair raising fear, knowing that something is out there that's capable of making these sounds that are not attributable to any known wildlife. Matter of fact, the things that I've heard echoing off of these mountains and echoing in these creek bottoms, and these hollers still echo in my mind to this day.
Now.
The reported sightings during this time frame, near as I can figure, were upwards of.
Around eighteen or twenty.
But many others, no doubt, had experiences, whether it was the vocalizations or finding footprints or actual sightings of the creature. But here's the thing, the fact that multiple people went on record and reported all of these encounters, it speaks volumes to me.
The folks around here are mountain foothills people.
They are people that value privacy, that value self reliance, and frankly, there's an enduring mistrust of authority, high reluctance to reach out to the authorities, to the government for any reason whatsoever. So the fact that so many people did reach out and make reports and talk to the press tells me that they were worried and afraid in that ever reaching out for help. So let's talk about
some of these incidents. Start with Miss Sally White. On January sixteenth of nineteen seventy nine, she heard her dogs barking ferociously like miss Minnie Cook, she was keenly aware that something was wrong.
Now that's a common thing.
The dogs alert you first, So if you live out near the deep wilderness, it behooves you to pay attention.
To your dogs and your animals, so they may very well tip you off to something that's about to happen.
But miss White went out to investigate, and there she saw it, a large black creature walking on two legs, and she reported the incident. But come to find out, it was not her first time. She had two previous sightings of this creature that she did not report, but finally with the third sighting, it compelled her to reach out and notify the authorities and to tell people about it. Also during this time period, a gentleman by the name of mister Forrest Price founded.
One of his goats dead, and the goat died in a horrible fashion.
It had a broken neck, something that we've seen around here mainly with deer finding deer in the middle of nowhere that had its neck snapped, ribs fractured, legs broken. But mister Price had noticed several nights prior that something had been stalking his property and prowling around. It was upsetting his animals. As a matter of fact, it upset his mule so bad that the mule broke the rope that it was tethered with and ran off in fright.
But he also found footprints, and then there was his brother Sammy, and mister Sammy Price had a day when he heard these scary vocalizations, these sounds, these screams, and then along about dark he saw it. He saw this hairy, upright creature and at a distance he was able to observe it for about fifteen minutes, and the creature finally went out of sight. But all night long he had to hear that creature screaming at a highly. He said,
he nodded off to sleep. At one point, then there was a scream that was so loud.
And so close that before he knew it, he had come up out of the bedroom was standing on the floor.
The night finally ended, but the creature wasn't through. It wasn't through with him and his family. The next day he was gone, and his wife began to hear these terrible sounds, and she went outside and they're off in the distance in the soybean field. She saw this creature, this hairy creature that many described it looking somewhat human like. She saw it, and it was in the field and
it appeared to be foraging for food. January fifteenth, nineteen seventy nine, a lady by the name of Gay Smith and her two sisters was traveling Old Highway ten, very close to where I lived, and her sister Wanda, started screaming all of a sudden, and then it took several moments for her to explain what she was so upset about.
She said, I saw a monster, and the.
Ladies remarkably turned the car around and went back to the side. There was a farm pond on the far end of the pond. On the dam, there was this hairy, humanoid looking creature that was squatting and had something white, either a dead bird. They thought it might be a bag, or they wasn't sure. Gay Smith got out of the car. She started walking towards the creature and got to within one hundred and fifty feet of it. The creature got up and then walked down the other side of the
dam and disappeared. The time period of nineteen seventy eight into nineteen seventy nine was a particularly unsettling and fearful time for the residents in and around the South Mountains mountain range of western North Carolina, which is part of the Appalachan Foothills, and also for the residents in and around my hometown of Kaser. Either was a creature that was stalking and prowling, sometimes thing in the shatters, sometimes fully stepping out to reveal itself during hours of day
time as well as nighttime. A creature who was killing animals, creature who was very fond of making all of these terrifying noises, wailing and screaming and yelling into the night.
These encounters were coming in from different directions. They weren't just from one small area within the South Mountains area, and Kaser seemed to be the epicenter of all of the important for me to point out to you right now that the people of this area were then and still are a hardy, resilient breed of Mountain foothills speak, the people who can handle problems, of people who can handle fear, but also of people who give a healthy
amount of respect to that which is unknown, unexplained, and mysterious. During this time period, people were afraid. Now I'm going to point out to you at this point, now that I've completely finished my research, it's far more appropriate to say creatures for with an unexpected twist that you're not going to see coming, and we're going to get to that.
I had described to you an encounter had by a fellow named Sammy Price, and also a separate encounter that his wife had in two days after his sighting, he ventured into the woods, a gutsy move if you asked me, and mister Price found what he believed was the den of one of these creatures. The tail tale footprints was in and around the area of the den, not unlike footprints that had been found in other areas of the
South Mountains. But when he looked inside he saw the hairs of different animals, So evidently this wasn't just a place of rest for the creature, but a place where it would bring back its prey to dine upon it. During this time period, as the days went on, people continue to have experiences, whether it be hearing the horrible noises or seeing this creature. This creature described as large and stout, black in color, hairy, walking, or.
On two legs.
The reports were numerous, but only a few officially came forward and talked to the authorities, and fury Hat talked to the media. But I ran across a newspaper article where a fellow by.
The name of R. M.
Newton was interviewed. Now, mister Newton owned a small country store near the community of Teluca, which is here in the South Mountains area, very close to Cuckner's Knob. You may not realize it, but a country store, small country store in a rural area is more than just a place to buy your supplies and your groceries. It's a community hub. It's a gathering place. It's a source of information and a source.
For the news that may be happening in that community at any given time.
This is remarkable to me. Mister Newton reported that just in the last few days of nineteen seventy eight into just the first few days of nineteen seventy nine, about a week's time period, the head talked to at least twenty four people who told him they had an encounter or that a family or loved one had an encounter with this creek. That tells us that is more evidence that the statements made by me and other researchers that
the actual encounters far out numbered. They were afforded encounters by a great factor, mister Eldridge Cook, who was the son of Many Cook. Many Cook being probably the most famous figure during all of this that was going on in this town period. But he certainly kept his finger on the faults of his small community. Over here Coppner's job, and he talked to many people who reported seeing this creature.
There were some that reported that the creature or creatures were cited in the apple orchard near Coppner's job with impunity, picking apples and standing there. There's the different types of.
Sightings we have, the nighttime signings, and often the nighttime sightings involved a roadside sighting where the creature may be standing by the road.
Or crossing the road, or very near the road. And I found an encounter that particularly struck a nerve with me. It was Felling by the name of mister Wayne Earl. He and his wife were driving late at night on the porch of his father's house. They saw a figure or a shadow as the headlights lit the porch up. It wasn't just any figure or any shadow, it was one of these creatures. Now what it was doing on that porch. She knows, but I think it was probably
trying to peer in the windows. People of Appalachia have some rules, and a big one is you close your curtains that night.
We'll go to the extent of pinning them shut because the mountain people, the foothills people do not want the unknown peering in through their windows while they're in the privacy of their own home. We certainly don't want a set of red eyes looking upon us while we sleep in our bed. Horrible night time encounter that.
Affected people for the rest of their lives, but also they come encounters equally affected people for the rest of their lives. Want I ran across she was a very credible witness, the wife of the deputy sheriff here in Cleveland County. But she was driving near the old Methodist campground there by the pond. Walking along the bank was one of these creatures called black Harry walking on two feet.
We find that the descriptions of this creature are these creatures for the most part, and we're going to talk about that later, but these descriptions were remarkably consistent, same general size, same general way. It lends further credibility to the whole thing, despite what the skeptics will say. And we're gonna touch on that as well. There was a gentleman by the name of Ben Morris. Daytime sightning very
deeply affected him. And it sounds simple, but if you put yourself in his shoes and understand how he felt writing daytime in his car there by the road, climbing a bank one of these creatures the bank on two feet, and stay tuned for more sasquatch out to see.
We'll be right back after these messages.
And mister Morrison was actually ridiculed by a skeptic after that happened. There was a reporter by the name of Robert Williams, and I remain charly grateful to mister Williams. May he rest in peace. He is actually the one who is credited with giving our South Mountains Bigfoot its nickname, which is Nobby. We call them Nobby or Nobby's.
To this day.
There was names that the old folks used to call them Booger's, false mo wapus, but ever since the late seventies, Nobby has stuck. I ran across an interview that he did with a hunter whose name was Taylor Falls now mister Falls went on record as engaging one day during the summer of nineteen seventy eight in the illegal deer hunt.
He said that a buck stepped out and he raised his right before he could take a shot, his creature stepped out between him and the buck deer, and this man, who loved hunting so very much that he was willing to break the law and possibly get in trouble to do it.
From that day forward, swore off. Honting swore off going into the woods.
In the late spring of nineteen seventy eight, the same reporter interview to man who was fishing in one of the many waterways of the South Mountains, and there, in the quiet, calm stillness of the river or the creek, the unknown had stepped out of the deep woods, and people were seeing the unknown on a regular basis. When they weren't seeing the unknown, they were hearing the unknown. This area has always been nulled for strange and unexplained phenomena,
weird things, that's called odd things. That's got the old ghost cryptids, lights in the woods, lights in the sky. But during this time period, many different people from many different areas within the South Mountains periphery were reporty seeing creatures tall, covered in black hair, looking somewhat like a looking somewhat like a man. In these screams and these yells, and these hollers and whales that people were hearing all hours of the day.
People were being frightened, especially at night.
When you hear these strange sounds that come out of these mountains at night, echoing off of every tree in the holler, in the creek bottoms. It'll terrify even the strongest person and make you not bull be outside, or make you not buller be in the woods.
That's what they were dealing with, and people were worried and scared.
Speaking of a reporter by the name of Robert Williams, and I am again I want to say this eternally grateful for his work because he preserved some of the eye witnesses accounts, he preserved history in his newspaper articles. Mister Williams interviewed officially, it was in the South Mountains area of fishing one day out of the woods stepped one of these creatures, same description, big, tall, covered in black hair, and as quickly as the creature appeared, it disappeared back into the woods.
But our fisherman did.
A strange and I would have to say bold thing, because he went back to that same spot the next day with a fire arm.
Why he did it's probably lost to history.
But he waited it out and the creature made an appearance, and he took a shot at the creature.
But whether he hit it or not, it may be lost to history.
I find no record of any type of interview after the day that he took a shot at the creature. He may have shot at it because he told someone about his experience and they made fun of him or didn't believe him, and he wanted to go get the evidence.
Who knows, your guess is as good as one. An air account that I ran across ten am one morning. A lady named Miss Argill was writing up the road, and I know the exact road. I'm not going to mention the exact place. But she saw what she thought was a large black dog. She slowed down. According to her testimony, it took to about thirty miles an hour. She realized that it wasn't a flood dog.
She said that this thing running on all fours. She never said if it raised up on two feet or not, and that's going to be an important thing later, but that it was able to look into her window. She went home and she told her husband, and he said, don't tell anybody, they'll think you're crazy. Of course she did. It affected her deeply, and she went on the record as saying how deeply it affected her.
And it's a common thing. I've talked to many witnesses over the past four or five years.
There was a lot of people out there that won't come forward at all because to this day, even though this happened all as many years ago, they don't want to be called crazy or ostracized. If everyone came forward that had experiences, whether it been in that time period or any other, because this area has been null for cryptid activity, if everybody came forward that had encounters, I could probably do a whole boatload of episodes of just
eyewitness encounters for who knows how long. Now we're going to get back to miss connight, But I wanted to get to the twist in the story, the thing that I didn't see coming, you say. A friend of mine named Dwight Campbell of Sasquatch Greecon found an old documentary that a man named John Alexander of Tennessee. Did he came into this area and he interviewed many eyewitnesses, and it.
Was preserved on camera.
In particular, there was a witness that I had read about by the name of mister Ferrell Shuk. Its full page picture appears in the A big Footcase Book, the updated edition, but it just said that he saw the creature and always assumed it was talking about a sasquatch. But mister Shuk was interviewed on camera in the course of this documentary. He reported that one Saturday in the afternoon, he went out to feed his cows in out of
the woods. This creature on all fours, black and big, and it went to a ditch and it picked up a chicken that was dead that mister Schuk had discarded, grabbed it by its mouth, and then went back into the woods. Mister Schuck didn't see a bigfoot. That wasn't the only thing rolling and stalking this area during that time period.
It was a large.
Black panther the Appalachian Mountains in general. Many people, including myself, have made reports of seeing these black panthers, but apparently the one that mister Schuk saw and most likely miss Knight saw was a big black pet. Mister Schuk went as far as setting a trap for it. Whether he caught anything that may be lost to history as well, unless somebody out there knows something and if you do,
reach out to me. So during this time period, it was enough to have these upright hairy creatures walking around that looked kind of like a man kind like an At the same time people were seeing a big, oversized
black panther. The vocalizations reported during this time period. Now, I want to point out that a researcher came into this area named Jim Hollingsworth and he played recordings from out in the Pacific Northwest and some people identified those sasquatch sounds that were recorded in that part of the country and said, yeah, that's pretty much what I heard.
But there was the vocalizations people heard. Perhaps the most terrifying of the vocalizations, and that was this screaming sound that sounded like a woman screaming in the night.
Absolutely unnerving. But then there's another twist. There was footprints found during this time period that no doubt point toward encrypt did like Bigfoot or as we call them, Nobby.
The nobbies, but there was also footprints found that were unmistakably big cat footprints. But there was a third type of footprint found during this time, the one that got me puzzed, and that was many of these seasoned hunters, these people that could track anything through the wilderness, who knew the wildlife of this area and could tell one
track from another. But they found these huge tracks as large as a man's head that was described as looking like they were part dog but also part cat, and I started putting some things together.
Some people may disagree with me, but I'm going to give you my opinion. I think the.
Third cryptid that was rolling these parts during that same time period, who still rolled these parts to this.
Very day, was a dog.
And I know very little about that, but I'm learning. We're going to talk more about this three way terror that people was experience.
We're going to talk about some of the host experienced things that our witnesses had to say to show their frame of line in world. Also going to discuss the skeptics in the naysayers.
The subject we're going to cover tonight is without a doubt, horrifying. It's disturbing, and I don't mind admitting to you and in front of the rest of the world, that it is a subject that terrifies me as a person who doesn't like to stay on the beaten path. I'm not a marked trail kind of guy. I want to get out into the deepest, wildest parts of the wilderness to experience.
The dynamics and the beauty of nature.
At one hundred percent rate, I can tell you that this subject gives me great pause. Tonight, we're going to be talking about the subject of feral people, specifically, do feral people still exist.
In the Appalachian Mountains and foothills.
Now, I ask you to keep in mind that I'm not talking about people who ever recently or in the recent past, detached from society and now they're living a life of semi isolation as survivalists or as home less people.
Not at all.
I'm talking about people whose ancestors, generations and generations of go, for whatever reasons, under whatever circumstances, became isolated or chose isolation in the deep wilderness in pockets up and down the Appalachian Mountains and foothills. The question is, do their descendants still exist in the Appalachian Mountains today? Evidence suggests that they do in fact still exist, my witness testimonies.
More importantly to me, it's the word of the mountain people that say yes, they do exist, and I give heavy weight to the word of the mountain people. It is said that these feral people have their own language, that they have their own system of communication, for purposes of locating one another at distance, for purposes of facilitating the hut, for purposes of alerting the presence of intruders, and even for purposes of setting up attacks and ambushes.
It is said that they display the characteristics of generations of inbreeding, and common sense dictates that, being that there is the severe state of their isolation, it is believed that they are very violent, and while they would certainly at all costs avoid any accidental contact with any element of the outside world, many believe, including myself, that they will perch on the boundary between their world and our world, hiding, watching,
being stealthy, waiting. When we intrude into their world and they are given the opportunity to raid an unattended camp for gear, for food, for clothes, for shoes, for whatever they can use.
That they'll do it.
But the most terrifying aspect of this subject is the fact that there is plenty of evidence in testimony that tells us that they will opportunistically resort to cannibalism, which means, as true hunter gatherers, they will not only engage in hunting wabi, but they'll engage in hunting us. An undisputed fact is that thousands of people in the wildernesses of North America have gone missing, vanished, no explanation, never to be seen again. And the Appalachian Mountains certainly no stranger
to that story. So grab your favorite beverage and give me a few minutes of your time, especially if you're a hiker or a camper, or a hunter or a fisherman. I think that tonight's subject is worth beying attention to. We're going to first cover an account of an experience by a man whose name is James. Then we'll cover the body of evidence around feral people, and I will share with you an experience that I had when I was with a group of people and something we ran
across in the wilderness of western North Carolina. Now our witness, James, in the mid nineteen seventies was a young college student and James was born and raised just past the extreme western end of the South Mountains of North Carolina, so he can be said that he was a child of two worlds, that he was a child of the foothills and he was a child of the big mountains.
As I called him.
He would have been at home in the South Mountains. It would have been equally at home in the Lynnville Gorge or Rhan Mountain or Wilson's Creek, to name a few places. Definitely a person in the way he was raised, hunting and fishing. Definitely a person at home in the woods. But it was during his time at the university when he developed a passion, a lifelong passion.
For something that he had never experienced before.
He was invited and took the opportunity to go on a long range hiking and camping trip along the Appalachian Trail with some of his college friends.
That was a passion that never left him the rest of his life to this day. If he could still do it, he would do it.
In the sun of nineteen seventy seven, James became completely disillusioned with the university scene, just tired of college life, and he elected not to go back that fall to start his senior year at the university, so he moved back home. He got a job in a furniture plant, and he moved on with his life. Later in that year, near the end of the year, James began to plan a trip of vacation.
This trip would take place in the springtime. He secured time off from work.
Springtime came in the second week of April nineteen seventy eight. James stepped off on this great adventure. Now his intent was to fake deep into this wilderness area he had never explored before, set up a base count, and then each day he was there for a week, he would hike in a different direction to explore, to experience nature, to see what he could see. He budgeted time that day so that he would arrive at his desired destination
with a couple hours. He needed a couple of hours of daylight to get camp set up, to get him some food, to have a minute to stop and rest.
And that's what he did.
And he sat there, join a cup of coffee and join the smoke, got in bed early, and stay tuned for more sasquatch out to see.
We'll be right back. After these messages, the next morning, woke up before the sun was up.
He took time to make him some breakfast, have some coffee, and then too secure his camp to pull his food in anything to smell like food. So what you do is you put them in bags, You tie rope around it, You throw the rope over a high branch in a tree. You pull those bags up off the ground a fair distance as a countermeasure against bears. If you don't, you don't have the snout of a bear in your tent, or you'll come back and find your camp decinated.
That's what bears do, and.
As it turned out, apparently there's other things that did that as well. But he did all of that morning. He donned his backpack, he rucked up, booted up, and left out.
On his journey.
Just about five minutes into his height, James heard a noise that was completely foreign to him, something he had never heard in the woods before.
Now, keep in mind, when you're familiar with.
A certain wilderness area, a certain part of the country, you.
Know what sounds to expect.
You know what sounds the wildlife makes, the sounds of trees creaking against one another, and so on and so forth. But James knew that was not a natural sound in the wilds. James said that he somehow instinctively felt that this clicking noise was a noise man made by a human using their mouth. He thought about it in a minute. It bothered him some, but he filed away and continued on. Just about five more minutes down the trail, he realized that he had a.
Hedchhiker in his boot.
He had put on his boot, got up pebble or a piece of debris in his boot, and it gravity took over and worked its way down and he was stepping on it every other step.
He had to deal with it.
He stopped, sat down against tree, took his boot off, and sure enough there was that pebble. He put his boot back on, got ready to take that next step, and he heard a distinctive sound. This time he knew exactly what it was. It was the sound of human voices. And these human voices were coming from the direction of his camp. But they weren't speaking English. They just didn't sound right. He slowed his steps even more. His camp would be just over the next rise and would come
into sight. Then he heard the clicking sound again, but from two directions from off to his left and off to his right. He came close to the top of that rise. The clicking sound had just occurred, and he heard eruptus. He heard scurrying in the direction of his camp. He heard the sound of what seemed to be maybe one of his pots being dropped on the ground. And he heard the strange sound of one of those voices,
except this time the voice was much higher pitched. It sounded in a panic even, And he heard running from his left and from his right. The leaf litter in the Appalachian forest, if it hasn't rained lately, the leaf litter walking or running in it will give you away every time. Off in the distance, he heard a sound, and he knew exactly what it was.
It was sound of human voices.
Except the words that he was picking up didn't sound English. They didn't sound intelligible at all to him, and no disrespect to anyone. But these voices sounded like the sound deaf people make when they speak. He contemplated on what he should do. Should he just chalk it up to where there's people here doing the same thing that I am.
There's hiking and enjoying nature, or should he go back and check on his camp, but by thend the curiosity was what was getting him certainly concerned about his camp, But curiosity dictated that he turned around and go back toward camp. He quickened his pace and came to within a few minutes of his camp. It wasn't in sight yet, but he heard those strange sounding voices again. This time is much closer, and he slowed his face and an effort would be more stealthy and be more quiet. Then
another unexpected thing happened. James was hit by a very foul odor. He stopped in his tracks instantly. He was almost nauseated. It was not the musky smell of a bear, or the pungent smell of a scomp or any smell that belonged in the forest. For a second, he couldn't make heads or tails of it, but then it hit him. Woven in this foul stench was the unmistakable smell of human body o and he started walking again, draining closer to his camp, feeling more uneasy with every step. He
slowed his steps even more. His camp would be just over the next rise and would come into sight. Then he heard the clicking sound again, but from two directions from off to his left and off to his right. He came close to the top of that rise. The clicking sound had just occurred, and he heard erupts. He heard scurrying in the direction of his camp. He heard the sound of what seemed to be maybe one of
his pots being dropped on the ground. And he heard the strange sound of one of those voices, except this time the voice is much higher pitched. It sounded in a panic even, and he heard running from his left and from his rock. He topped the rise and caught his first glimpse of his camp. But on the opposite side of his camp, just a couple of seconds, he caught glimpse of three individuals running, running in the opposite direction. Now there was one that caught his attention, and this
one was running. This person was running with a strange, gimpy gait. This person was much slower than the other two. This person didn't have a shirt on, was very odd consider it was still cold weather, not the kind of weather to be running around the woods without a shirt on. From the back, this person seemed to be somewhat misshaping. One shoulder was much lower than the other.
That arm hung unnaturally low and off the back of the head flowed this stringy, thin hair almost down to mid back.
But all three of the figures disappeared into the distance of the woods, and he saw the total picture of his camp for the first time, and it was destroyed. Anger hitting, and he stopped in his tract right at his spire pit and just began to yell and.
Shout expletives, but it all went quiet. He looked around. Both bags containing his food, and his food items were cut out of the trees and galled, with the exception of a pot and the lids the tip was flattened. Still angry, he yelled again. He yelled louder, this time.
Off in the distance on three sides of him, he heard welling, like a well sound. To him, it sounded almost celebratory, and it reminded him in a way of the Cherokee War whoops if you've ever heard that, or even the famous rebel yell, only repeatedly, and by then the feeling that he had was near panic.
He wanted out of there. He didn't even bother picking up what little was left.
He already had his pack on and he moved out swiftly and off in the distance again, he heard more noise. It was a wailing, chattering laughter, and it chilled his blood, and then a voice shouting something completely unintelligible. James left and he got out of there safely. But he returned the next day with reinforcements. He had called to friends, upprized them of the situation, came back the next day with the intent camp overnight and do the exact same.
Thing he had done that day before.
They came in camp, and then they feigned it as though they were going to go hiking. They even left things sitting conspicuously out in the camp, desirable things, left an axe. Nothing, they set up we would call the military a listening post slash observation post about ten minutes away, and nothing. They moved closer, said another while longer, nothing happened. They got back to camp. Everything was as it should
have been, nothing was missing. James never returned to that area to camp alone, but he and his friends came back a few more times and hiked the area just seeing what they could find.
A they found there.
James had been alone in the deep woods. He was probably watched the day he hiked in. He was probably watched all night, and he was watched that morning when he left camp until he got out of sight. There was no doubt that these individuals came in to raid
his camp. But the one thing that worked in his favor he left camp and unbeknownst to them, just about ten minutes away, he had stopped for that break where he had some coffee and was caught templating all this craziness, and they obviously thought he was further away, and he began to hear him.
You know the story. What we don't know what else might have they had in store for James? And who were these people? What were they? Where did they come from?
And I'm certainly curious as to what you say you make of this story as you will. You can believe it, you cannot believe it. I personally believe it. Take it as a tale of warning. But yeah, what do you make of it? We're still discussing the very frightening and disturbing possibility that pockets of feral people still exist in deep wilderness areas up and down the.
Appalachian mountains and foothills.
That we discussed the phenomena of fair people in general, and then we discussed some characteristics and we'll give them those again, but characteristics that were derived from the body of testimony, the body of evidence. We're just going to discuss everything in general again and talk about why it's possible, and I'll tell you about an experience that I had.
I don't mean to suggest that the phenomena of feral people is endemic just to Appalachia the American South, as though I'm making fun of somebody here saying that people in mountain people or Southern people are more likely to become pharaoh. That's ridiculous, that's nonsense. That's all I'll say about that. I'm not going to make fun of my own people. I'm a curious person. I'm a researcher and investigator, and this subject caught my attention and I started wanting some answers.
The phenomena of feral people is worldwide.
In reports and discussion of feral people go back into antiquity. Now, these areas that has this concentration of reports, they all have something in common. Vast areas of uninhabited wildernesses of some type or another. Appalachian mountains, Appalachian foothills, absolutely the case, vast wilderness. Most of Appalachia is still wilderness, and I go on record with great confidences saying there's parts of
Appalachia where no man or woman has ever stepped. You could hide a herd of wooly mammos out there for all we know. I'm not suggesting that's hyperble, but you could have wooly as out there and they might never be detected. In other words, there's no telling what's hidden in this vast wilderness that we don't know about yet, And we certainly don't know everything that we think we know.
The Appalachian Mountains run for two thousand miles, for crying out loud, So you look at everything and you bull it down to its simplest form. There are more than just a few reports, these reports. This isn't a recent thing. They go back more than one hundred years. The Appalachian wilderness itself is more than capable of sustaining these pockets
of feral people. The available building materials in the applelatched hardwood forest is great, and a primitive people would know how to make shelter out of these materials to get away from the elements. Then you factor in that there's vast cave systems and also dotted on the landscape up and down the mountains and foothills are these abandoned homesteads of barns.
There's way out in the middle of nowhere.
I've run across the available food in the Appalachian mountains and foothills. The diversity of animal life is great and plentiful. And also there's the plants, very biodiverse area in terms of plants for food and for medicine. But it's the disappearances that propel me more than anything else. There's some
famous cases. One of these cases is the very tragic case of Dennis Lloyd Martin, a little six year old boy who in June of nineteen sixty nine, while into Great Smoking Mountains, he just vanished while within yards of his family. Some odd things about that case, but one of the things that gets my attention to most is the fact that from the highest levels of government, the special Forces out of Fort Bragg, North Carolina, was ordered to the Great Smoking Mountains to look for this little boy.
The Green Bereys got there and they informed the authorities, and they informed the people running the searches. They said, we won't be a part of you. We've hired a couple of guides we're going out by ourselves. It is said that they did in fact encounter feral people, and it is also said that they killed some feral people. And I tend to believe that that's certainly not the kind of thing that our government is going to admit to. Obviously,
but that's well within reason to believe that. The amazing thing is this, the total number of feral people will be very minuscule compared to the population. These scant numbers of feral people spread out over such a vast willness.
Yet there's still all of these reports.
We have in our society a certain segment that, no matter what, if something followed outside of that box of approved stuff, then they're not going to believe it. And worse yet, they will make fun of people. They will ridicule people, they will call people liars, they will call people stupid. And nobody wants to be treated like that. That's why the vast majority of people who encounter extraordinary
things just keep it to themselves. I have learned this after three and a half four years of interviewing witnesses.
Nobody wants to be made fun of, a ridiculed or called a liar.
Imagine if everybody who's had experiences out of the ordinary came forward and talked about it. Now, the testimony of witnesses, we see similarities spanning the spectrum. We see in many cases great detail. Specific detail provided to include from my
witness James. People report across the board at these deformed facial features, twisted bodies and spines, oddly enough cataracts, very thick, white milky cataracts, thinning, sparse, stringy hair, unclothed or clothed in rags, odd hairiness on their bodies, strange vocal guttural grunts and sounds. People hearing an unknown language and then hearing these cliques, tree knocks and whistles and things like that. That apparently is the way that they would communicate at distance.
The bottom line is that it is well within reason.
Isolated people can and probably do survive in the Appalachian Mountains.
Now onto my experience.
In May of twenty twenty one, I was invited to western Rutherford County to investigate a cave the small Now, this cave had been revealed after a control burned. There was a lot of foliage there. I believe they said there was some rhododendron bushes very thick. The control burned, burned all that way, and there was the cave. Who I, along with a group of people, want to explore it now. On the way there after it was in the wilderness.
We got very lucky. We discovered a single track. Now, you have to keep in mind, on the forest floor of the Appalachian hardwood Belt, it's very difficult to find a track, much less a track with detail, due to the leaf litter and the debris and the weather.
But we got very.
Lucky and we found a single track. Now, the maker of this track had apparently stepped over a log barefooted, stepped over a log, and there was a giant patch of what's called ground seater.
It's a spreading ground cover.
But as they stepped over the log, they slipped, and at the terminus of that slippage they left an absolutely beautiful trap eight and a half inches long, definitely human. But two odd things about the track. The toes were splayed like this. Our feet because we wear shoes, our toes are like this. Their toes were splayed. But more importantly, that track this person was completely inovertly flat footed compared
to the length, an extraordinary width to the track. After doing some research and talking to some people in the know, that's a sign of a person who has went their whole life walking barefooted. Now what regular person had of our society, we walk around the forest in the middle of nowhere in the Appalachians without shoes on. Our modern, tender, vulnerable feet could never do that. We don't have the callouses. But somebody who has done it their whole life will
have very tough feet. So we have to explain this track. Now, the cave itself, the entrance in and out there was great wear. It was obviously made by flat footedness. Wasn't animal hooves or claws. So something was going in and out of that cave. It has to be explained. So what's the takeaway from this? One of people go fair a lot of reasons. They just get isolated, or there's some isolated cases of maybe people who isolated.
Themselves for religious reasons. But it is more than possible.
Now, I don't mean to suggest we bother these people or try to harm them or capture them in any way. We leave them alone, but I'm saying this, if you're a hiker or a camper, or you're proing to be out there in the wilderness. Just be careful and be aware. I appreciate all of you. I'll see you next time.