Back in the late nineteen nineties, I was commuting to work from Yakima to Kennewick in Washington State. One morning, on my drive, I spotted a road killed by Sunnyside, and it was big. It was covered in brown and orange hair, and as I drove by, what struck me there was a hand sticking out of the mound of the hair. It looked like a human hand, and I didn't see a face. I thought it was an orangutang by the color of the hair, and I told the
folks at work, which was met with some disbelief. It wasn't until recently that I learned that some bigfoot can have orange brown hair, especially when growing up. I'm sorry I didn't stop, but the city of Sunnyside, Washington or the Washington State Patrol had the body picked up. The whole life I've grown up in the hills and hollows of Mississippi, Hunting and fishing and other outdoor activities were
just a way of life. Thanksgiving Day of twenty twenty will stay in my memory until the day I die. I woke up that morning and I headed out to the woods just before dawn. I had a portable hunting blind that I had gotten for Christmas the previous year, and set on top of a small hill looking down over a clearing into an old roadbed. I was sitting there listening to some music in my earbuds when I thought I heard a branch snap, and in my head it was most likely a deer, since we don't have
many large animals in this area. I paused my music and I waited and listened. It sounded like it was coming from behind me, but I couldn't see anything because the back window of my deer blind was put up still, and all I could do was hope it walked past me and i'd get a good shot. I noticed the noise this thing was making wasn't normal, and it sounded almost like someone took a big rock and was hitting a tree. And after every time at knock there would
be an airy whistle. And this went on for thirty minutes until I heard it walk away. By this time, it was so cold, I couldn't feel my gun in my hands, and I couldn't take this anymore. I slowly peeked out from behind the blind wall and the coast was clear, so I packed up my stand and I shouldered my rifle and I tailed it out of there. I told my parents what happened. They didn't believe me.
A year later, my mother came home after riding through that same area, and she told me, I think I might be starting to believe you on that bigfoot thing. She explained that she had seen something tall and dark walking into the woods, and when she passed that spot, it was gone. Sometime seeing is believing. I hope you enjoyed my story, and I hope y'all have a great summer. I love listening to your podcast, and I'm especially fond of the Steve Lilly journal entries. They're a great way
to pass the time at work. This happened in nineteen seventy four in an area of the fort that, for many miles was open range for local ranchers who could let their cattle run free. Unfortunately, it was also an area where people would abandon their unwanted dogs. The dogs had gone ferrell and had packed up in several large groups, which then attacked the herd of animals of the ranchers, which really made the ranchers mad. So they had looked around until they found some military men who would hunt
the dogs down and get rid of them. I was well acquainted with the leader of the group since he knew I was a very good shot, and he came to get me to join them. It took some talking on his part, but he did get me to go with them. We found that the best time to go after them was in the evening, just as the sun was starting to go down, and afterward. We had access to a deuce and a half that's a two and a half ton army transport truck. There were seven of us.
There was one driver and six shooters, which worked out really well for us. We had a beef quarter hung up in a tree for bait, and the six men in the back loaded up and were ready to hunt. If you could call what we did hunting, it was more like an ambush than actually hunting. We could hear the dogs coming and the pack sounded to be very large, so we knew the ranchers would be paying a good bounty on this one. And when they got to about
two hundred yards away, they went totally silent. At the same time, there was a high pitched, loud, long howl. I remember saying that if this is a dog, it has to be the size of a mack truck, and about that time a second howl came from the woods. The driver said something like, holy crap, everybody, hang on, and he started the truck and didn't wait for the engine to warm up before taking off, like he was in a big money race. Some of us were almost thrown out the back. We were all yelling, and it
got very colorful, very quickly. I hadn't heard that much loud cussing since the last time I was in the military bar on pay Day night. The driver yelled back, but almost no one could hear what he said, and the two guys closest to the driver looked out toward the front left side of the truck. What startled us was that they opened fire as quickly as they could chamber around. They fired their weapons empty and reloaded and
kept firing. Others of us moved over to that side of the truck to see what in the heck was going on. One of them pointed forward to the truck and into the woods and said that in a very loud and somewhat frightening voice, And with that I could just make out a very large, very dark black brown figure that was obviously not a bear. When it looked at me with those large glowing red eyes, I dropped to my knee and I opened fire, and I reloaded, and I fired some more rounds at it until I
emptied the magazine again. We never slowed down until we got back to the main fort proper, and then we broke up and went our separate ways. Early the next morning, four of us ended up eating breakfast together at the mess hall, and while talking about what had happened the night before, it was decided that when we were done eating, we would go out and see what we could find. It didn't take us long to finish eating and get our weapons and move out. And the weapons we were
carrying were not military weapons. They were all our private weapons that we went shooting with quite often in order to hone our shooting skills. We were all much better shots than most of the people we knew. I was carrying my fully loaded at Springfield Armory M one A, along with twenty extra twenty round magazines I carried in a ruck pack, making my load out four hundred and sixty rounds of seven sixty two NATO rounds. I was locked and loaded as soon as I got out of
the car. I wanted to be ready if that big black critter came back. It was easy to find the place where we ran into it the night before, because all the spent rounds in the area. These in the tree where we had hung up the bait on a chain, and the bait was gone with no sign of it left behind. The limb was broken off right at the marks left by the chain and tossed to site. And we checked the area where we had heard the dog sparking, and we found four of them dead and badly mutilated.
That's when we noticed the tracks. I was the only one of us who have ever seen anything like them, and only because of the books and magazines my mother would buy for me to read. Thanks to her, I was well read on cryptids and the supernatural, so I knew what this most likely was. I knew the Pacific Northwest was a hotspot for bigfoot and cryptids, and I was sure that we were hunting a bigfoot or a sosquatch.
By the looks of the footprints, we were hunting at least four of them, and I decided to keep that little bit of information to myself. I was hoping that the other guys wouldn't freak out on me when I would need them to stand tall and keep their faces conglomerated. As it ended up, I didn't have to worry about it because we didn't run into them again as a group or alone. A few weeks later, I and the
group went our separate ways. I didn't stop going to the forest in the evening, and I was no longer hunting the same things they were. This was just one of the interactions with bigfoot I had at Fort Lewis. This was not the only interaction I had was sasquatch during my time at Fort Lewis. Later in life, I would move back to the Pacific Northwest, and it wasn't long before I once again started having interactions with the creature.
I will watch the reactions of those reading it here and then decide if I will send in another one or not. I really love hearing the stories you read. They helped me pass some long days and nights here at home, so I will keep listening and maybe writing a few more stories of my own to share. Thank you for all you do, and keep up the good work. It was a night of Halloween in the year two thousand and I had just graduated high school, a few friends and I were hanging out at the local truck
stop having coffee. We were too old for your typical Halloween festivities, and there were no underage parties going on that we knew of, probably because so many of our friends had just left for college. We were sitting a around talking about what kind of excitement that we could have with what was left of the night, and my friend Amanda said that she had visited the Haunted Road to Okee Panocch and had some weird things happen, and if we really wanted a scare, we should all go there.
There was no end to the stories about Oki Pinocch. People said it was a haunted and a Satanist killed people out there, and even that there were small hobbit like people that had been seen in the area. It all sounded absolutely ridiculous to me, but it seemed to shake the other's nerves, so I pushed for us to all go out there to see something for ourselves. Amanda and Lisa and I and Ryan and another guy piled into Amanda's little white Chevy Cavalier and headed to the
Haunted Road. You can google ok Pinocch and see the road on Google Maps. It is a short dead end road by the miss miss Cisswana Reservoir. I probably didn't pronounce that right. There are no houses or anything on the road and it just dead ends at the turnaround in the woods. On the way out there, we were talking about being out in the country at night, and I argued that it was not scary at all, and as long as there was a little moonlight and starlight,
it would be fine. We argued back and forth for a minute, and then I said that to prove my point that it wasn't a big deal, that I would walk out into the woods along the road and when we got to the turnaround they could pick me up. On the way out, it started to snow, and when we stopped the car in the woods, I headed off back up the road. A guy that I can't remember his name ran up and said that he wanted to go too, and it completely defeated the point that I
was trying to prove. But I didn't really know him and I didn't want to be rude. As we walked out, we discussed how scared the others were, and I decided that we should try to scare them, and we thought about going into the woods and jumping out at them as they drove by, but the danger of them just speeding off and leaving us out there was too high for risk, and besides, the fresh snow would show us leaving the road and they would know something was up.
We then started to discuss laying in the middle of the road like we were hurt or dead to scare them. But as we discussed this, the headlights of Amanda's car came around the corner. It was too late for anything like that, so we decided to just tell them that we had seen something in the woods. And as the car pulled up and opened the door, me and the other guy jumped in and started crying, did you see
that it was in the woods? What was that? Much to our shock and surprise, they said, yeah, you saw it too. Ryan agreed and reminded the girls that they had been watching where our footprints went before they picked us up, and they were deep shaken, and I asked them what exactly they had seen, and they said that someone in a coat like mine was in the woods and it was watching them. I had on an old dress coat from goodwill, not so common thing to be
wearing out in the woods. At that point, I told them that we didn't see anything, which led to a lot of confusion and another round of them thinking that it was us in the woods. But after reassuring them that it wasn't us, I convinced them to go back to the turnaround so I could see it. They were terrified, but I was insistent and mocked them, and I prodded them until Amanda turned around. When we reached the end of the road, they pointed out the spot and they
huddled shaking in the car. All right, I said, I'll go check it out. They were gobs smacked and screamed at me to stay in the car, and I blew them off and I walked out into the woods. Tell me when I'm at the spot, you saw them, I said. I tromped into the woods, and at that point the windows were all down and Amanda, Lisa, and Ryan were directing me to the spot. It wasn't far from the road at all, maybe ten feet from the tree line, and at that distance there was no way they mistook
what they saw. The other guy that had gone down the road with me then got out of the car and looked around with me. The moon was bright. There was fresh snow everywhere, but still on the floor of the woods, I couldn't make out much. We returned to the car and began to drive out, speculating on what they had seen. Amanda was driving, Lisa was in the front seat, and I was in the middle back with the two other guys. As we drove out, Ryan was telling us a story and I was looking at him.
As he spoke, I saw in the field that we were now entering a large, dark shadow, and moved very fast along the woods and moved toward the car. Ryan, in mid sentence, noticed something had caught my eye behind him, and he slowly turned his head as he continued his story.
As Ryan turned his head, I saw the shadow nearly reach the car and run into the ditch next to the car, and I raised myself in the seat and I tried to look into the ditch, and just then it jumped out of the ditch and came right next to the car. Just as Ryan's eyes reached the small triangle window in the rear back seat, a giant maw of white teeth barked out inches away from Ryan's head as the biggest black Great Dane ferociously barked at the car.
Ryan screamed so loud and with such a girly shrill that I started laughing hysterically before he even stopped screaming. It was the funniest thing I think I have ever seen, and we laughed the rest of the night about it. For many years, I thought that that was the end of it, just a funny story about teens out scaring themselves in the woods on Halloween night. Years went by and I became a bit of an amateur local historian.
I've read many books and looked at a lot of local maps, and the origin of Okee Panochi is a little vague, but from what I can tell by the old maps, one of the last Miami Indian chiefs here had a trading post in a cabin at the end of the road, and it was kept open for some historical purposes. There were a few Miami Indian villages in that area, and many of them were sites of massacres. When Mad Anthony Wayne marched his troops down the Wabash River,
killing all the Miamis, betraying the peaceful tribe. General Wayne was in a war with other tribes and decided to wipe out the Miamis in the area because he didn't trust them, even though they never joined the other tribes in the attacks on the whites and had good relations with the local watfe Ees. So with all this history around the area, I approached a Miami Indian language expert at a conference in twenty sixteen that I attended. I told her the story and I wanted to get her
take on what had happened. She said something that stuck with me to this day. Have you ever seen a pure black dog that big in your life to this day besides the one you saw that night? Well? No, I said. It was definitely the biggest pure black great name I've ever seen. And you're telling me you believe that this dog was out roaming the woods on her road with no houses for miles, in the middle of
a snowing night. I hadn't really thought about that much before, but now that she laid it out like that, it didn't make sense. It was no dog you saw that night, she said. It gives me chills right now as I write this, I don't know what we saw that night. Was it an angry Indian spirit, a dog man, or just a really freaking big black dog. Like I said, We were in a Chevy Cavalier and this thing's head was at the top windows and it ran alongside the
car doing thirty miles per hour. And as a side note, a young girl went missing out there back in the eighties and they found her murdered. And just recently someone else was murdered a few years ago back there at the turnaround, and the paper said it was a drug deal gone wrong. But regardless, it just adds to the creepiness out there. Hi, mister cam. The following is a bigfoot story my good friend Mac told me, and I recorded the story on a tape recorder Back in twenty twelve.
A group of his friends and he used to go riding their dirt bikes along the railroad tracks in central Florida, out in the middle of nowhere. The year was nineteen seventy six and he was seventeen years old. On a Saturday after afternoon, they took off to the tracks with a tent and a small cooler. They set up the tent and they got some firewood and they went off in the nearby woods riding their dirt bikes and exploring.
They came back to their camp and got a fire going, and they roasted some hot dogs on palmeadow sticks and ate chips, and drank a couple of six pikes of bush. They all got in the tent and they went to sleep. He said he woke in the middle of the night by the sound of rocks on the tracks. Someone was walking on the rocks, and it was loud. He said. He got up and out of the tent and walked down the short trail to the grassy lane that ran parallel to the tracks, and he stood there and he
took a leak. He could begin to make out a shade coming up the tracks. He said. It was a swamp monster, and it was big. And he ran back to the tent and he got in and he zipped the door shut and got under a sleeping bag, and he laid there trying to be still and quiet. He said. All three of the others were fast asleep, but he could hear it coming. It stopped at the trail. He said, he could hear it snorting, and it was louder than
a sweated quarter horse. He said. He eased up and looked out through the screen, and it was standing right there. He could see it through the oak trees. He said it was smelling his urine where he had peed. Then it turned and started walking on the rocks again, and he said he lay down and he could hear it walking on the rocks for a while, and he went to sleep in the early hours. The others didn't believe him.
When they woke up, they said he was crazy. When they rode out that afternoon, he found where it had left the tracks and cut through a wash out of sand. By the lane. There was five big tracks, but one of the guys accidentally ran over two of them. He said. They got back on their motorcycles and they hauled as out of there. It's the third time this story has been told of that night in July nineteen seventy six, forty four years ago. And Cam do with it what
you do. Mac would be honored if he knew his story made it to you. Cam Mac passed away eight days ago. Hi. My name is Alyssa and I'm from north central Mississippi. My family and I live in the hills of Carroll County. We live on property belonging to my husband's family and there are three generations of family living here. The land is mainly woods in pasture with cows and two ponds, except for the few homeplace sites. Several summers ago, we began seeing an odd looking creature
roaming around our place. All of those who saw it described it in a similar way, like a mangy dog or a code, with a larger head and ear, standing straight up and often running on its high and its fur was a mix of dark brown and black, but it was very sparse, with skin showing in some places, and it came around, but it didn't show itself. Often it would swiftly run away if we caught a glimpse of it. Very few of us were able to see it,
and even fewer quick enough to snap a photo. My daughter and I saw it a few times, especially around sundown. It would dart from the edge of the woods and back in as quickly as it could. The multiple times I saw it gave me the cold chills. Due to its thin frame and oddly shaped body and its thin hair. We often heard it yelping or squealing as it would run past us. In fact, one of the ways we were originally alerted to the creature was from hearing it first.
He would stick close to the wooded areas on our property and would seem to want to catch a glimpse of us. And one day, my husband's aunt was out on one of her daily walks on our dusty dirt road when she spotted him. He actually lunged toward her, but she was able to get away. A family friend whose property is near ours even called a photo of the creature on his game camera. It has been years since we have seen the creature, but listening to her
channel brought it to my memory. Many people around town whom we've told about the creature thought it sounded like a chupacabra, and comparing the photos that we do have and the images we found online of the chupacabra, they are very similar. I have a UFO encounter that happened to me when I was probably around the age of ten. I hope that I can put it into words, as I've never told this story to anyone except my husband, and that was just recently. So in your words, here
we go, all right, here we go. It was in the summer of nineteen eighty eight in Arkansaw, and my mom and her husband, Wayne, and myself were heading home from being at one of Wayne's friend's house. It was late, probably one am, and I laid my head on Mom's shoulder, as I always did so I could close my eyes and nap on the way home. Mind you, we were only about thirty minutes from home, but it was late and I was tired. I had my eyes closed for about ten minutes, dozing in and out of sleep because
the bumpy back roads Wayne would always take home. When I heard my mom say to Wayne, what in the world is that? I opened my eyes and I looked at my mom to see where she was looking, only to see that she was looking out the driver's side window. I turned and looked in the same direction and my mouth fell open. Wayne hadn't answered her. I don't think he knew what to say, as he started to slow the truck down to a stop. When I looked over at what my mom had spotted, I saw a huge
cigar shaped object hovering in the the air. It was so close to us that I couldn't see the entire object's full length. It was hovering over a pasture just off the road, maybe one hundred yards, and there was a large oak tree that blocked some of the view of this object. It was so close that I could see. It had round windows along the side, and they looked as if they went all the way around the thing.
The moon was bright that night, so I could tell it was gray or silver in color, and there was a slight humming sound, but it wasn't loud, kind of like a hum of a ceiling fan motor. As Wayne stopped the truck, my mom said, don't shut this truck off. We sat there for thirty or forty five seconds, and then Wayne did take off. The object stayed in place as we drove away, and Wayne and Mom both looking in the mirrors out the back window. I stayed facing forward.
No one said anything the rest of the way home. We didn't know what to say to each other. Even though I was young, I didn't ask any questions or say a word. Once we got home, we still didn't talk about it. We all just went to bed. I wasn't scared, but I was in disbelief at what we had seen, and I still never told anyone after that. I'm now forty one years old. My husband and I were talking about UFOs recently, and I decided to ask my mom if she remembered that night. All she said
was a quick yes, and that was it. We both just left it at that