Archive 174 Dogman and Bigfoot

or hunting. This story is about a twenty eight year old man who walked into Bass Pro Shops store in Central Florida. He was looking for a new compound bow for the upcoming elk season. While chatting with the store's employee about hunting locations, the customer opened up and shared a traumatic story that he'd never shared with anyone during

the twelve years since it happened. He only did so after the employee admitted that he believed in Bigfoot and actually saw one out west where he used to hunt. In fact, they've both been to and hunted similar areas. The man's story took place twelve years earlier, when he was just sixteen years old and while hiking with a friend at the Philmont Boy Scout Ranch in New Mexico. Philmont currently covers one hundred and forty thousand acres of

wilderness near the southern end of the Rocky Mountains. And here's how the gentleman relayed the story. During our two weeks of hiking, we both put over one hundred miles on our boots. We enjoyed the rugged terrain, the lush meadows, the thick forest, trout filled streams, and hidden natural treasures. In fact, we were having a great time. That is until we realized that we were lost. Imagine being sixteen years old and lost with than an area that large.

It was crazy. The ranch's land covers more than two hundred square miles and is full of all sorts of wild animals, namely black bear. To add perspective to their situation, in nineteen eighty six, Philmont had five separate bear attacks on campers during a two week period. In two thousand four more campers reported being attacked, and most recently, in twenty ten, a fourteen year old boy was sleeping inside his tent when a bear climbed into the tent and

bit the boy. There was even a version of this particular report that claimed the boy was drug out of the tent by the butt. He'd gone to sleep with a candy bar in his back pocket, and that attracted the hungry bear. This man continued his story, saying, during our second night of being lost, we had just finished making camp and had started a small fire. It was getting pretty cold at night, so we both wanted to warm up a bit at the fire before collecting more

wood to get us through the night. That decision may have actually saved our lives. While sitting next to the fire and contemplating our situation, we both realized we weren't alone. There, standing quietly next to a tree at the edge of our campsite was a massive, hairy creature. Where it came from and how long it had been watching us, we didn't know. We didn't hear or see it walk up

as we both sat frozen in fear. I remember being unable to rationalize a way out of our situation, and even thought that we were going to die, and nobody knew where we were. Besides, if we could somehow escape, we didn't know which way to run or for how long heck we were lost. This thing was just massive, and we were sitting on the ground at a distance too close for come in a manner of speaking, we

were sitting ducks. The store employee jumped in with a question, what did you mean then, that the decision to warm at the fire may have saved your lives? And the storyteller said, can you imagine what might have happened if my friend and I had left the camp in different directions and into the darkness looking for firewood. What if the creature or creatures were out there waiting for us. I see what you mean, said the store attendant. Yeah,

that could have been really bad. His customer continued, I'm not sure how long we sat there looking at it without making a sound or making a move. Likewise, it remained there motionless, but we could hear it breathing. It must have had huge lungs with the sound it made while breathing. I still can't get over how massive this thing was. I keep using the word massive, as that's all I can think of to describe it. So what happened, said the store attendant. How did you get away from it?

After a while? It simply turned around and walked deeper into the forest. Neither of us slept a wink that night. The whole experience from our trip and everything we thoroughly enjoyed up to that point has been for the most part forgotten or maybe replaced as a better word. The confusion and fear, compounded with being lost so far from home, made us want to repress what happened. In fact, my friend and I never talked about what happened or told anyone until now I'm talking to you here. That's a

crazy story. You obviously found your way back to civilization. How did you get back? The storyteller continued. At first light, we broke camp and headed for the nearest high point and we started climbing. We found some landmarks which were on our map, and that led us back to the main buildings and the parking area. We were very happy, but also mentally and emotionally exhausted. Neither of us have returned to Pilmont or New Mexico. So where are you headed now? With this new bow? I'm going on a

solo hunt with a guide up in Idaho. I hear they have nice elf. Is your friend going with you? Then? No, he doesn't hunt. Actually he doesn't get out that much anymore. He's got a family, and a demanding job to keep him busy. Well, thanks for sharing your story and I'm glad you guys made it out safely. I don't know what I would have done in the same situation, and best of luck on your hunt too. This was an

amazing story. But what you don't know is that the store employee has also been to the Philmont Boy Scout Ranch. What are the odds of that? Having a fellow hunter to confide in is great, but it's even easier when they've seen one of these creatures as well, and have even been to the location where you saw it and then todd on to rite. All right, Cam, I know

you've heard of the Philmont Scout Ranch too. You might not remember it, but it was mentioned in at least two of your earlier videos by people who had encounters there. I can't recall which videos, though. Over the years, I've met forest service rangers, rock climbers, and a handful of others who once worked at Filmont. I bet there are many many other Philmont stories out there. I was born and raised in the piny woods of deep East Texas.

Growing up and learning to hunt in East Texas would help me home my hunting skills in other areas of the country. I've always said, if you learn to hunt in East Texas, anywhere else would be like hunting in a zoo. I would grow up to hunt all over the state. And I found that the hill country, located just north of the desolate South Texas region, would turn

out to be my favorite destination. At the time of this event, and then, I still am an active l officer for a large and well known agency in the state of Texas. I've had an interesting career over the past thirty years, and I formed a well respected reputation among my supervisors and peers in this community. I'm planning to retire soon, but I have planned to enter another venture that still involves the law enforcement community, and I'm not willing to damage my reputation at this time by

giving my real name. In the summer of nineteen ninety eight, I was at my dear least located just outside of Vance, Texas. Advance is no more than a name of the area. It's no longer a true town, and it's in a rural area surrounded only by large ranches and agriculture. The population of Deer by far exceeds the number of people and livestock in the area. There are abundant white tailed deer and axis deer, as well as wild pigs and turkey.

There's also the occasional escaped animal from a nearby game ranch that would require some research to identify. This area is a hunter's paradise. The property was several thousand acres of beautiful land that had river bottom, large hills and meadows, and thick cedar cover that was always full of critters to hunt. One of the property lines bordered the Nwisees River, and we're blessed to be able to hunt the river bottom. There large cedar filled hills and all the thicket filled

ravines and dry creek beds. I don't know if I pronounced the name of that river correctly, but that looks like it's I think I got it right uses nwist Sees. I'm not sure, so everybody correct me in the comments. There were also supposed to be caves in the hills, but we were never able to locate any of the

larger ones, only a few small caverns full of bats. Bert, my partner of many years at work, jumped at the opportunity to get on this hunting lease with me after several invites and him getting to see firsthand what an absolute paradise this property is. He and I would travel to our lease several times a year to check and fill all the deer feeders, and check the camp house, and just get away from work and the stresses that

came with it. On one occasion, Bert and I even located a makeshift of meth lab in our woods, and it was occupied by two dumb ass meth monkeys who were trying to hide behind cedar brush with bright clothing. Needless to say, they were quickly arrested and we held them until the local sheriff could come haul them away and safely gather the evidence for later use in their trial. Being in the line of business that we were in, you don't go anywhere without a side arm. It's just

a habit, like always having your wallet. We would feel naked without it. During the summer of this event, Bert and I split up to check corn levels and the twenty one feeders we had placed on this property. While checking the last feeder in my areas, I noticed an old, grown up roadbed that continued up the hill and then along the rocky ridge of one of those hills. Getting up this unkept road was no small feet due to the incline and the rocks, but I scrambled to the

top of the hill anyway. I then followed the ridge running over the cedar and Mountain Laurel that was overtaking the old road. I parked and then crept down the rocky path on foot in an attempt to be as quiet as possible. Now I found that there was an old, dilapidated deer stand one hundred and fifty yards up the side of the hill, and it overlooked the basin that was full of scrub oaks. I could see that there were game trails that twisted and turned all throughout the area.

Now this was a choke point with multiple trails converging to this area. There was deer sign everywhere, and I figured that this would be the perfect area for a new deer stand location. I left the area and returned to camp, and after explaining what I had seen, he didn't even ask to see the location first. He just asked what we needed to make the long trip with the stand. So the next day we loaded up his side by side and my four wheeler and we began

the long, slow, trip to set up the stand. We were excited to have a new bowstand to hunt in the upcoming season. Well archery season soon arrived and I left camp right and early for the long four wheeler ride and then the long walked to the new stand. I quietly climbed in the tripod and I got settled in. I then closed my eyes and waited for the sun to begin to rise and provide the warm light so that I could see the area and hopefully bag a

big buck. As the sun began to rise, I remember hearing the birds chirping their morning songs, and I could hear small rocks falling in the hills in the densely covered dry creek ravine. As animals were beginning to stir in the distance, I remember hearing an axis buck bugle. Their bugle can be described as a cross between an elk bugle and a woman screaming. They also bark to communicate. It's a distinct sound and once you've heard it, you'll

never forget it. It was still twilight and hard to see, but my ears were in tune with my surroundings, and what I heard next I will never forget as long as I lived. As I was sitting there quietly listening. I heard the most god awful scream that came from the ravine that was just to my right. The sound came from fifty yards away, and I had goosebumps on top of goosebumps. Now, there was no way that this call was that of an axis buck, nor was it the call of any other animal that I had ever

heard before. I sat petrified, with nothing but a bow and arrow knocked and ready. It seemed like an eternity. As I squinted to see through the brush and dark shadows to try to see what had just made that evil sound, I heard another axis buck bugle in the distance. It was maybe a half mile away. The area had become eerily silent, other than that of my heart pounding in my chest. I slowed my breathing and gripped my bow, and I slowly got into position to be able to

make an offensive strike. Now I began replaying that sound in my mind in comparison to the other deer calls I had heard, and there was no way on earth it was a deer call. I could hear small rocks falling, as if something was climbing up and out of the far side of this rocky, dry creek bed, and I saw an extremely large black and brown mass moving in

the thick cedar brush across from the ravine. By strained my eyes to see what it was, and just as I did, I could see this thing turn its head and look at me as if it knew I were there. The entire time my blood ran cold, and then it turned and crept through the underbrush until it was out of sight. I remembered I had my forty cow pistol on my hip, and I drew it and frantically scanned the area that I had last seen this creature. What I saw will haunt me, but I have not and

will not ever repeat this story again. The creature that looked at me had K nine features, with a short, powerful looking muzzle and short pointed, sharply crisp looking ears that pointed up and back. The height of the creature would be hard to determine, due to the fact that it was hunched over as it crept through the cedars. However, the width of this creature would dwarf that of even the largest NFL linemen. It had to have been three and a half to four foot wide and I'm guessing

it weighed in at six or seven hundred pounds. I slowly and quietly climbed out of the deer stand and began to cautiously make my retreat back down the trail and up the unkempt road back to my four wheeler. When I returned to camp in record time, I might add, Bert had a million questions about how many deer I had seen and how wonderful a hunt I must have had in this new locale. I merely told him that it wasn't a good spot and that I would not hunt it again, and I advised him not to waste

his time hunting there either. I told him that it was not worth the trip. We still hunted that land for many years to follow, but I would only return to that spot wants to retrieve my deer stand and deer feeder. I had a lot of help when we returned, and I made sure we were all well armed. I still hunt and fish, and I explore new woods and waterways, but I'm always well armed. And now you know why I haven't shared the details of this event with anyone.

I don't care if anyone believes me. I know what I saw and that is proof enough for me, but I would never want to take a chance in jeopardizing my career and retirement that would jeopardize my family, and I could not and would not allow that to happen. Ever, on a side note, during the summer before the season, we had a visit from a younger federal game warden to our camp. He was a nice enough fellow, and he had advised us that they were putting cinide traps

out for codies. Well. We quickly informed him that there were no codes in the area anymore due to the bounty that had been placed on them many years ago. They were all but hunted to extinction in this area, and we had never even heard codies at night. The many years that my family, friends and I had hunted these woods, we had never seen or heard signs of a cody, even on our bone piles where we discarded the unused portion of deer and hog carcasses that we

had taken and clean. But on the back fence line where we had put the new tripod stand, Bert and I could see the brightly marked danger markers. When we initially put the stand up. We walked over to look at these markers and we've found that they warned of the risk of cyanide poisoning. We could also see them for four canister traps placed in small dugout holes, and we could see that they were set and had been baited.

The bait appeared to be pig legs and hindquarters, probably from roadkill or pigs caught in a trap that no one wanted. I never gave it much thought when I saw these traps, but after seeing what I have seen, and after hearing the many stories on your channel, it now makes sense. I believe that the government agency that is in charge of controlling these matters knew of this creature's location and they were, in fact trying to kill it.

I hope they did, and had I seen that thing again, while armed with more than a bow and arrow or a small caliber pistol, I would have dispatched that evil looking thing without blinking an eye. I heard the theory about the timber industry and how acknowledging the existence of these creatures might negatively affect this industry with ridiculous rules and regulations to protect them. I tend to agree with

this theory. It just makes sense. I do not hunt this property anymore, but I miss it and part of me wishes to return to try to hunt this creature. Thanks for providing the opportunity to finally get this off my chest. I enjoy listening to your story so much that I keep it on all the time. Thank you, sir. It is definitely a lot better than listening to the news that always seems to get my blood pressure worked up. Your voice is kind and soothing, and it always calms

me and puts me in a good mood. Keep up the good work, Bubba, mister CW. Thank you for that. I'm so thankful for you and people like you who listen to this channel. And I don't always do this, but I hope it goes unsaid how much I appreciate everyone who sends in these stories, especially stories like this, because I believe the way he wrote this and talking

about his credentials and everything just fits into place. And he was saying that he saw canines in a muzzle and I'm wondering if this could be a dog man, or if it's one of these gugwe's, or is it just a standard bigfoot. I don't know. Texas, Texas has hundreds of reports, especially East Texas and those swamp and swampy and lowland areas. I think he said this was in northwest Texas, which is a totally different topography, close

to the Nwisces newiss inn ue Ces River. I guess I'll have to look that up to see exactly where it is. But anyway, this was a great story and I think it shook him up when he saw it. But he's ready to go back and hunt this thing and kill it if he ever gets a chance. And man, this guy is a stud I appreciate that, and I think it'd be fun to hunt with these dangerous animals. I'm not sure how well I would do with that, but I might give it a whirl, might give it

a world. But anyway, one story in this podcast. I hope you guys enjoyed it, and I'll see you on the next one. Thanks.