SO EP:575 Vietnam Rock Apes!

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let someone know the truth. Let me take you back. I signed up for the Army in sixty six, just a fresh faced eighteen year old kid from Kentucky who thought he knew everything we all did. Back then, the draft was breathing down my neck, so I figured I'd rather enlist on my own terms than wait for Uncle Sam to come knocking. Basic training was a blur, hard days, harder nights, and drill sergeants who seemed to enjoy making

us suffer. Then came advanced individual training, and before I knew it, I was shipped off to Noam in early sixty seven, straight into the jungle. I was assigned to an infantry platoon, just a bunch of kids like me, thrown into hell with a rifle and a prayer. None of us knew what we were really walking into, but we learned fast. Some didn't make it long enough to learn at all. Most guys did one tour, maybe two if they were unlucky. I did three. That jungle became

my whole damned world. I saw things that still haunt me. Firefights that turned my friends into unrecognizable lumps of meat, booby traps that took legs, arms, and lives. In an instant, I learned to keep my head down, keep my rifle ready, and never ever trust the jungle. But the scariest thing in that war wasn't Charlie. It wasn't the land mines or even the snipers. It was something else, something that

wasn't supposed to exist. The older guys in my unit talked about them first, Harry Bastard's, they said, walked on two legs, about five or six feet tall, broad shouldered, and mean as hell. They weren't like the little gibbons or monkeys you'd see in the trees. No, these things were built like linebackers, and they didn't like us being there.

They called them rock apes, and the name fit. Those creatures had a nasty habit of hurling rocks the size of your fist into our camps at night, sometimes bigger. It wasn't playful either. It was meant to hurt, meant to drive us out. And the screams, Jesus, the screams, deep guttural howls that made your hair stand on end. We'd hear them just beyond the tree line, like they were warning us, or maybe just toying with us. The jungle is never quiet at night. It's a symphony of insects,

birds and whatever else is out there. But sometimes everything would just stop. No birds, no crickets, just dead silence. That's when we knew we weren't alone. Then the noises would start, strange whoops, almost human, but not quite. Other times we'd hear eerie owl hoots that sounded off too deep, too deliberate, like something was mimicking a real owl but getting it wrong. There were loud, shrill whistles that would bounce between the trees, as if they were signaling to

one another. There were the howls, low drawn out moans that would start soft and build into something so loud and primal you could feel it in your chest. One night, we were camped in thick brush, the kind of place you didn't want to be after dark. I remember hearing a whisper. It sounded like my name, floating through the air, like a cold breeze. My blood turned to ice. I wanted to believe it was one of the guys messing around, but the look in their eyes told me they heard

it too. The rocks would come next, sailing through the trees, smashing into equipment, sometimes hitting guys hard enough to leave bruises. We'd fire warning shots, but they didn't care. They'd just screamed back at us. This horrible mix of a gorilla's roar and a man screaming in rage. That's what really got to me. It wasn't just animalistic, it was angry, almost vengeful. It was laid into my third and final tour.

Sometime in sixty nine. We were on a recon mission deep in the jungle, a small group of us, maybe eight guys plus our squad leader. We had set up a temporary night position in thick vegetation, hoping to avoid enemy patrols. Just after midnight, the first rock came flying out of the darkness, then another, then a barrage. We thought it was the VC at first, but the way the rocks came from multiple angles didn't sit right. The jungle was alive, with noises, low grunts, whoops, and strange

chattering that sounded almost like a language. Then the screaming started. They came in fast, at least a dozen of them, their eyes reflecting the moonlight like burning coals, huge hulking figures at least six feet tall, their thick hair matted with dirt and sweat. Their screams weren't just loud, they were deep, guttural, full of fury. They were hunting us. We opened fire bullets, ripped through the jungle, and I

saw it. At least three of them drop, their massive bodies, hitting the ground hard, but it didn't slow them down. They kept coming, throwing more rocks, charging at us through the undergrowth. One of them slammed into a big guy from Chicago and threw him like a rag doll. Before I could react, another rock the size of a basketball hit him in the head. He was dead before he hit the ground. Then they grabbed another guy just a few feet to my left. One second he was next

to me, firing his M sixteen into the trees. The next, a massive, hairy arm shot out, pulled him off his feet, and yanked him screaming into the darkness. We never saw him again. The rest of us ran like hell, dragging the wounded with us. We fired blindly behind us, retreating through thick brush until we found a ridge where we could hold our ground. When the sun finally rose, the jungle was still except for the bodies of three of those things lying in the clearing below, But two men

they had dragged into the jungle were gone. When we got back to base, our CEO gave us the same speech, keep our mouths shut. The two men from our platoon were officially listed as Kia bodies. Unrecovered, the bodies of the creatures hauled off on a separate chopper. Like everything else in that war, the truth got buried. After I got out of the military, I tried to push it all down. The war, the horrors, the things I saw. I suffered from nightmares and spent a lot of time

alone battling demons I didn't have words for. Then I found deer honey. Being out in the woods, rifle in hand. It gave me peace, the quiet, the patience, the tracking. It was something I could control. I spent years out there, breathing in the fresh air, watching the sun rise over the trees, feeling like maybe I could put Vietnam behind me, and for a long time I did.

was quiet, peaceful. Then I heard it, a deep wood knock, followed by another. Then came the howls, louder than anything I had ever heard, deeper than a wolf's raw, and primal. Then the whistles, bouncing between the trees like something was closing in. And then it stepped out. Twenty five yards away. This massive creature emerged from the trees, dark, shaggy hair, easily over seven feet tall, muscles rippling under its hair. Its eyes locked onto mine, and I felt like prey.

Then it bared its teeth and let out a scream, a mix of a lion's roar and a guttural, rage filled howl that made my insides turn cold. I gripped my rifle, but I didn't shoot. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was fear, but something in me knew that pulling the trigger wouldn't end well. And just like that, it turned and disappeared into the thick woods. I climbed down from that deer stand and walked straight back to

my truck. I haven't hunted since people need to know These things are real, they are dangerous, and if the government doesn't want us to know about them, that means they're even worse than we think. Sincerely, Roger M. Former US Army Infantry Vietnam veteran. Roger's story shook me. It wasn't just the details, those eerie whistles, the guttural screams, the sense of being watched. It was the way he told it. This wasn't some campfire tale or a hunter

mistaking a bear for something bigger. He wrote with the weight of a man who had carried this truth for decades, a truth too strange to share until now. But as I started digging deeper, I realized that Roger's experience wasn't unique. In fact, his story was just one of many. The rock apes of Vietnam weren't just the stuff of American war stories. Vietnamese soldiers, both Vietcong and North Vietnamese Army troops reported similar encounters in the dense jungles, where battles raged.

Both sides spoke in hushed tones about the Hungoy Rung or forest people, humanoid creatures covered in thick hair, known for their aggression and their strange, almost human like intelligence. There were even accounts from Vietnamese troops who had firefights with these creatures, believing them to be some unknown enemy force. Soldiers on both sides described the same unnerving behavior, rock throwing, deep vocalizations, and an uncanny ability to blend into the jungle.

Some Vietnamese reports even suggested that the rock apes weren't just avoiding humans, but actively defending their territory. So was Roger's experience a one off encounter. Absolutely not. What I found made it clear something was out there in the jungles of Vietnam, and for those who fought in that war, the rock apes were as real as the enemy with

a rifle in the next valley over. During the Vietnam War, amidst the horrors of jungle warfare, American and South Vietnamese troops reported a bizarre and unsettling phenomenon encounters with large bipedal primates that came to be known as the rock Apes.

These mysterious creatures were said to inhabit the dense mountainous regions of Vietnam, particularly in the Anamite Mountains which stretch along the Laos Vietnam border, described as standing anywhere from five to six feet tall, covered in thick, reddish brown fur, and weighing upwards of two hundred to three hundred pounds, These creatures allegedly displayed human like intelligence and unsettling aggression traits that set them apart from any known primate species

in the region. Some soldiers claimed to have seen them moving and coordinated groups, communicating with a series of guttural sounds, hoots, and low growls. Those skeptics have dismissed these sightings as hallucinations, misidentified animals, or the product of war and duce stress. The sheer number of reports from both American and North Vietnamese forces has cemented the legend of the rock apes

in military folklore. One of the most famous encounters occurred in nineteen sixty six on Hill eight six eight, a remote rugged outpost near Da Noong. A squad of U. S Marines had set up a temporary position when they began hearing strange, animalistic sounds echoing from the dense jungle surrounding them. At first, they assumed the noises were coming from Vietcong fighters or local wildlife, but as night fell,

their assumptions were shattered. Emerging from the shadows of the tree line, a group of large upright figures began pelting their position with stones. The Marines, believing they were under attack, opened fire with their M sixteen rifles, M sixty machine guns, and even lobbed grenades into the jungle. The creatures, however, seemed impervious to the gunfire, retreating momentarily, only to return

and resume their assault. The firefight lasted for what felt like hours, and when dawn finally broke, the Marines cautiously advanced into the jungle, expecting to find bodies or blood trails. To their astonishment, there were none. The jungle was eerily silent, and aside from the scattered debris of their makeshift outpost, there was no evidence that anything had been there at all.

Similar reports emerged from other regions, particularly in the Central Highlands, where Special Forces units operating deep in enemy territory, claimed to have seen large ape like figures watching them from the tree tops and stay tuned for more sasquatch otta see, We'll be right back. After these messages, some green Berets, accustomed to the jungle and its wildlife, swore that these

creatures were unlike anything they had ever encountered. Pilots flying over the region reported seeing tall, bipedal figures darting between the trees, and even the North Vietnamese Army and Viet Cong soldiers had their own stories. Some believed the creatures to be forest spirits, ancient beings that had long lived undisturbed in the depths of the jungle, while others regarded

them as omens of misfortune. A few captured Viet Cong prisoners, when questioned, admitted that their own forces had seen the creatures and even engaged them in battle, sometimes suffering casualties when their bullets seemingly had little effect on the beasts. As stories of the rock apes, military intelligence attempted to explain the sightings through conventional means. Some suggested that the

creatures were simply misidentified primates. Vietnam is home to several species of monkeys and gibbons, including the Tonkin snub nosed monkey and the northern white cheeked gibbon, both of which can stand upright momentarily. However, these animals are much smaller than the reported creatures, typically weighing no more than thirty pounds, and their behavior does not match the reported aggression of

the rock apes. Furthermore, soldiers with extensive experience in the jungle dismissed these explanations outright, insisting that they knew the difference between a monkey and what they had encountered. A more controversial theory among cryptozoologists suggests that the rock apes may be a relic population of an unknown species of prehistoric primate, possibly related to Gigantopithecus Blackie, an extinct ape that once roamed Asia and is thought to have stood

over nine feet tall. Others proposed that these creatures could be a surviving branch of an early hominine species such as Homo erectus, that had managed to persist in the remote jungles of Southeast Asia undetected by modern science. While no physical evidence such as bodies, bones, or DNA has ever been recovered, proponents of this theory argue that the dense, unexplored forests of Vietnam could easily conceal a small population

of such creatures. Skeptics, however, offer a different explanation. The Vietnam War was an intense, psychologically grueling conflict. Soldiers were subjected to extreme stress, sleep deprivation, and environmental factors that could have influenced their perceptions. Some researchers suggest that encounters with the rock Apes may have been the result of

war induced paranoia, exhaustion, or even exposure to hallucinogenic jungle plants. However, this explanation is weakened by the consistent of the reports, the fact that encounters were recorded across multiple military units and even among opposing forces, and the detailed physical descriptions that aligned with one another, despite the witnesses never having communicated. The legend of the rock Apes is not confined to

wartime encounters. Long before American forces set foot in Vietnam, local folklore spoke of the Bachtutut, a race of wild, hairy people who lived deep in the forests. The Montagnard tribes of Vietnam and Laos, who have inhabited these regions for centuries, have stories passed down through generations describing large

human like primates that were both feared and respected. These beings, according to the locals, would occasionally emerge from the jungle, either to steal food or in some cases, to attack intruders who ventured too close to their territory. Some anthropologists believe that the Bachtutut legends may have been based on encounters with a now extinct species of primate or a

surviving but highly elusive population of an unknown hominoid. Despite the lack of physical evidence, the rock apes continued to be a subject of intrigue. Cryptozoologists have included them in studies of mystery primates, with researchers such as Lauren Coleman documenting wartime accounts in his investigations into Undiscovered Species. Craig PJ. Jorgensen, a Vietnam veteran and former Green Beret, wrote about rock ape encounters in his book Very Crazy, gi Strange but

True Stories of the Vietnam War. While mainstream science remained skeptical, the number of reports, combined with the detailed consistency of descriptions, suggests that something unusual may indeed have been lurking in the jungles of Vietnam during the war. The Vietnam War ended in nineteen seventy five, and with it the bulk

of first hand rock ape reports faded into history. However, the jungles of Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia remained and some of the most unexplored wildernesses on Earth, with new species still being discovered every year. Whether the rock apes were simply a case of wartime paranoia, an undiscovered primate, or something far more extraordinary, they're legend endures. Perhaps hidden deep in the dense foliage, beyond the reach of modern civilization.

Something still waits watching, just as it did during the war, an unseen presence lurking in the shadowed canopy of the jungle, waiting to be discovered. The legends of elusive mysterious creatures are not confined to the jungles of Vietnam. In the northeastern state of Manopoor, a similar enigma has gripped the public consciousness. A series of unexplained animal attacks and sightings

of an unusual creature have fueled speculation and fear. Despite extensive manual searches conducted by authorities, the mystery persists, compelling the government to employ CCTV surveillance in an attempt to capture definitive evidence of the elusive being. Attacks on small livestocks such as ducks can often be attributed to known predators like wolves, foxes, dogs, bears, or the cagenglong or wild leopard cats. However, the descriptions provided by eyewitnesses suggest

something far more perplexing. The features reported by those who have encountered the creature, often at night or in the dim light of foggy winter mornings, do not align with any of these known animals. Adding to the mystery are reports of attacks on humans, albeit not life threatening. Victims, primarily women and even a dog, have been left with

deep scratch marks indicative of sharp claws. The animal has also left claw marks on walls and tree barks, as seen in video footage circulating on social media, along with footprints in various locations. Eyewitnesses describe the creature as having a monkey like face, moving on four legs, yet capable of standing upright like a biped. Its eyes shine intensely, resembling led torch lights, and it has prominent ears and sharp canine teeth. The creature's claws are long and sharp,

and it possesses a visible tail. Reports suggest it can leap extraordinarily high and far, almost appearing to fly when pursued. Its intelligence is remarkable, displaying in acute awareness of its surroundings. Some accounts even claim it can deflect bullets and evade weapons with uncanny agility. The question remains what is this bizarre and elusive creature? Given its peculiar traits, it is clear that conventional explanations such as a fox dog or

even a large wildcat fail to fit the description. Could this be something entirely beyond our current understanding? Two intriguing possibilities emerge, the monkeyoid and the mutant monkey. A monkey ooid is a robot designed to resemble a monkey. With advancements in robotics and artificial intelligence, humanoid robots are becoming increasingly common, developed for strategic applications by technologically advanced nations.

A monkey ooid could be an intelligent machine equipped with an array of sensors, including proprioceptive, proximity, range vision cameras and light oar radar systems. It could be fitted with mechanical claws capable of leaving scratch marks on walls and trees, and spring loaded feet, enabling it to perform high and long jumps, creating the illusion of flight. Additionally, a monkey ooid constructed with a dense metallic mesh could be impervious

to bullets by dissipating their energy upon impact. This theory bears an eerie resemblance to the infamous monkey Man of Delhi from two thousand and one who instilled panic and allegedly scratched victims. Could the current situation in Manipur be a more advanced version of the same phenomenon. The mutant monkey hypothesis suggests that this creature may be a genetically

modified primate, such as a macaque. Reports indicate that advanced laboratories worldwide have conducted genetic engineering experiments on primates, with some results publicly available. A monkey faced creature exhibiting unusual physical characteristics and enhanced intelligence could be a product of such bioengineering. While mass hysteria can often amplify such mysteries,

it is crucial to approach the situation scientifically. The deployment of night vision CCTV cameras coupled with infrared thermographic mapping could provide critical data. Since all objects above absolute zero emit infrared radiation, a creature's body temperature distribution can be analyzed and compared to known species, including robotic constructs like a monkeyoid. Only through a methodical scientific approach can we

hope to uncover the truth behind this enigmatic being. Until then, the mystery continues to unfold, leaving the people of Manipur in a state of suspense and intrigue. We now turn our attention to India, a land of dense forests, ancient legends and mysteries that stretch back through time across the world. Stories of an elusive apelike creature persist in the United States.

It is called Bigfoot in Canada, Sasquatch in Brazil, Mapinguari in Australia, Yawi in Indonesia, Sajurangjiji, and perhaps most famously of all, in Nepal, the legendary Yeti. But few have heard of India's own version of this creature, the Man de Barum or forest man, said to inhabit the remote West Garo Hills of Megalaya in the country's northeast. My journey into this mystery began with an invitation from deep Umak, a passionate believer in the Yeti's existence, who took me

deep into the heart of this untamed wilderness. He insists that there is compelling evidence of a massive, black and gray ape like animal nearly ten feet tall, roaming the dense jungle. Reports of siding stretch across decades in various locations the west south and East Garro Hills, all describing a creature weighing around six hundred and sixty pounds and surviving on fruit roots and tree bark. The Garro Hills, spanning over eight thousand square kilometers, are among the thickest

jungle landscapes in India, a place where few dare to venture. Yet, as I soon discovered, there is no shortage of people who claim to have seen the Manda bar in firsthand. One such witness as Nelbison Sangma, a woodcutter who works along the fringes of Knackrek National Park. In November two thousand and three, he reported seeing the creature three days in a row, taking me to the very spot of his siding, a grueling five hour trek in the intense

tropical heat. He described how he watched the beast breaking tree brandanches and feeding on the sap with remarkable strength. I wanted to photograph it, he said, but I knew that by the time I returned with a camera, it would be gone. Mister Sangma claims he reported the encounter to forestry officials, but his story was dismissed. He then led me up a steep jungle path teeming with blood sucking leeches to show me a tree where he says

the creature had left its mark. Scratch patterns were clearly visible on the bark, a silent testament to something powerful lurking in the depths of the forest. A ten hour drive away beyond Nokrek lies Balpakram National Park, a remote, near mythical jungle bordering Bangladesh. Here, the hum of insects creates an eerie electric buzz, and the land is defined by an immense canyon surrounded by sheer cliffs, a place that seems perfectly suited for an undiscovered creature to remain hidden.

One of the most famous sightings occurred here in April two thousand and two, when forestry officer James and a team of fourteen officials conducting a tiger census allegedly saw what they believed to be a yetti. The incident left many questioning whether the creature was more than just a legend. Renowned author and environmentalist Llewellyn Marek believes these accounts cannot be dismissed outright. I saw the footprints myself last year.

He told me they were different from those of other animals, almost human like. Except they were eighteen inches long. What's more, these stories are not new. Both my father and grandfather saw the creature at different times, mister Marrak continued, Each described it as resembling a large gorilla. Yet, despite repeated claims, the Megalayah Forestry Department has shown little interest in investigating further.

Divisional Forestry Officer Shri p. R. Marek acknowledges that while he has examined footprint evidence and even taken plaster casts, there is no conclusive proof. It is a part of our folklore passed down for general, he admitted, but given the dense jungle, uncovering the truth is incredibly difficult. Deepu Marak, however, remains resolute. He has collected numerous eyewitness accounts and argues

that skepticism does not equate to absence. The lack of photographic evidence does not mean the creature does not exist, he insists. We have so many reports that I truly believe something is out there in the Garo Hills. For now, the mystery endures as the vast and impenetrable forests of Megaliah continue to guard their secrets. The truth is out there somewhere, says Deepumak with conviction. As tales of mysterious creatures weave through history, one legend stands out among the

snowy peaks of the Himalayas, the Yetti. Often referred to as the Abominable Snowman, this elusive bipedal figure has captivated the imagination of explorers and locals alike. Stay tuned for more sasquat Chatta see We'll be right back after the the messages said to roam the rugged mountain ranges of Asia, the Yeti occasionally leaves behind enigmatic footprints in the snow, though some accounts suggest it dwells below the Himalayan snow line.

Despite countless expeditions into the remote regions of Russia, China, and Nepal, its existence remains unproven. More myth than monster, more legend than reality. Described as a muscular creature covered in dark grayish or reddish brown hair, the Yeti is said to weigh between two hundred and four hundred pounds. Unlike its North American counterpart, Bigfoot, which is often depicted as towering over humans, the Yeti is relatively short, averaging

around six feet in height. However, its appearance varies across reports, with some witnesses describing taller, more imposing figures and others recounting encounters with smaller human like beings. The Yeti has long been a figure in the folklore of the Himalayan people, often portrayed as a formidable and dangerous being. According to author Shiva da Call, many traditional stories cast the creature as a warning, a lesson to respect the wild and

remain close to the safety of the community. Even history's great conquerors were intrigued by the legend. When Alexander the Great invaded the Indus Valley in three twenty six BC, he demanded to see a yeti for himself. However, as National Geographic recounts, the locals informed him that the creature could not survive at such low altitudes, leaving him disappointed but no less fascinated. With the arrival of Western explorers in the Himalayas, the legend of the Yeti took on

a more sensationalist edge. In nineteen twenty one, British journalist Henry Newman interviewed a group of Mount Everest explorers who claimed to have discovered massive footprints in the snow. Their local guides attributed the tracks to meta Kangmi, a term roughly translating to man bear snowman. Newman, however, misinterpreted matta as filthy, and in a flourish of journalistic creativity, decided

that abominable had a more dramatic ring to it. Thus the Abominable Snowman was born, and with it a global fascination. Over the decades, various reports have attempted to piece together the mystery of the Yeti. In nineteen forty two, two hikers reported seeing two black specks moving across the snow roughly a quarter of a mile below them. Despite the distance,

their description was remarkably detailed. The figure stood nearly eight feet tall, with squared heads, close fitting ears, and sharply sloping shoulders leading to a powerful chest covered in reddish brown fur. Another account described a smaller human like figure with a hairy head but a relatively bare chest, foraging for roots and emitting an eerie, high pitched cry from

whispered legends to footprints in the snow. The Yetti remains an enigma, one that could continues to lure adventurers, skeptics, and storytellers into the vast untamed wilderness of the Himalayas. Whether a creature of myth or a yet undiscovered species, its presence endures, etched into the landscape and the lore of the mountains.