All by you, by the the Delta, the Desert Riverland. I am an avid out doors woman. I grew up in the woods and men and mine go hunting and fishing and horseback riding. I grew up in the nineteen eighties, and being a tomboy, I usually carried more than one weapon on me, just in case I wanted to bring home some kind of game to eat later. It was rare that I did, because my brothers and their
friends always disturbed the woods in my area. I can remember one time when I was walking alone in the woods behind my daddy's house in the Angelina River Bottom. I was probably a mile or two in and on the way back home, and I heard something walking with me. Then the worst smell you
could ever imagine came over me. When the wind changed. Well, I chambered around in my pump four ten, thinking it was something stalking me, but mainly hoping it was one of my brothers or their friends just messing with me. Well, the noise got louder and closer, and I took off running and I didn't stop until I got to our porch. And once I got inside the house, I saw all the boys sitting at the table with my father, Baby doll, what's got you spook? My daddy asked,
seeing the look on my face. Nothing, I told him, and then I headed to the bathroom to check my pants. A few days later, Dad and I were fishing farther down river from the house then we usually went. It was the same spot I had been a few days before, and I told him that I couldn't go there because of what happened, and that he would just think I was crazy, And of course he laughed at me. Well, let's hear the story, then, he said, trying to
coax it out of me. I cried a little bit and shed some tears, and I finally broke down and I told him, and his response surprised me. I wondered how long it would take one of you kids to come across it, he said, And to realize that you aren't alone in the woods like you think you are. He wanted on to tell me that if I didn't go too far up or down the river from the house, and if I didn't cost too much noise while I was in the woods, that
I would be all right. It would watch me, but it wouldn't bother me. I was only a girl and a bunch of boys that totaled about five or six, depending on who was hunting. With my two brothers, I would usually go by myself in an opposite direction from them. My older brother had this habit of jumping out at me from behind trees and bushes and other things to scare me, especially at night. Well, one day he followed me and I didn't know he was there, and I did my usual
walking around the woods, looking at the plants and minding my business. I knew I wasn't alone because I could feel it, and an hour before dark, I woke up from a nap and headed home the same way that I had gone in, and on my way, this stupid brother of mine jumped out from behind a tree at me, and he scared me half to death. But this time, instead of hastling me like he usually would, he turned white as a sheet. I could tell that something was behind me,
but I couldn't tell how close. I took advantage of the situation, though, and I talked a mild wide load of crap to my brother. And the whole time I was yelling at him, he was looking behind me and slowly backing up, And I got the feeling that my visitor took on a protective liking to me. It growled so loudly that it was like someone put a speaker up against my chest and turned the base and the volume up as high as it would go, and it made my hairs stand on end.
My brother backed into a tree, turned and ran toward the house, and watching him go, I was giggling. I couldn't help myself. He was either that or start crying. I bet that idiot won't do that again, I said aloud, and I heard a loud grunt behind me, and then in silence. I never once looked back, and I headed home. Later I went and got in my stand, and it consisted of a long chair, my pillow in a thick blanket. Yes, I took frequent naps instead
of really hunting. I found three river rocks on my chair. I ended up leaving it there, and later on my daddy asked how the hunting was, and I told him it was horrible because my brother had scared the buck off when he ran past me, screaming like a girl. I didn't get to go back after that, and to this day, no one has spoken about it. I doubt they ever will and since then, Daddy told me that they let some small bears out in the river bottoms and that he had
seen them. Yeah right, I said, no, really they did, he said, bowing me some pictures on his game cam. I leaned into the camera to get a better look, and then I scoffed and I shook my head. I didn't look like a bear to me, I told him, and he winked, and then he deleted the picture. When I was little, my mama used to scare me and my cousins by telling us that we needed to stay in the house or a woman would get us. What we would ask her a woman, she would insist, and finally my Paupaul
told us it was a boogeyman that she was talking about. We didn't believe her though, that there ain't no such a thing. But all these years later, I think she was onto something. Maybe she was too afraid to completely tell us the truth. On Easter Weekend in two thousand and eight, my daughter, my two sons, and I were headed from Murphisboro, Arkansas, back to Huntsville, Texas, that's where we lived, and I decided that we would go to the Red River Museum in Idabelle, Oklahoma, but
I needed a way there. Instead of going back into Texas and then north Oklahoma, I headed west toward a little blink if you missed it, town called Cara Gordo ce r r o g o r d. I don't know how to pronounce that, right on the border of Oklahoma and Arkansas and the Watchtaw National Forest. I should have known something was wrong when we stopped at
the store on the border. The girl behind the counter asked where we were headed, so I told her and if I asked if we could go that way to Idabell, well yeah, she said, warning me with her tone, but don't go fast on that road. Well I had no problem with that, since the suv I had at the time was kind of top heavy and I didn't like to speed. So we took off again and headed down
the road. It turned from a farm to market road into a white rock road, and I realized then while she told me not to go fast for a while, it turned back into a farm to market road where you could barely see the stripe in the middle, and after a couple of sharp terms, we came up onto a set of bridges. At the first bridge, I slammed on the brakes and came to a complete stop, and my teenage daughter started fussing because her chip spilled all over her. But all I could
do was point out the window ahead of us. At the other end of the bridge was a tall, hairy, reddish it. It was huge, and it walked across the road and down the embankment. It never bothered to look at us, but it had to know we were there. I know what a gorilla looks like, and that was not a gorilla. I also know what a gilly suit looks like, too, and I had seen my dad wearing one before, and this was not a man in a gilly suit.
We finally made it to Ida Belle and sat down somewhere to eat, and after a few minutes my daughter asked if what we had seen was a bigfoot. I don't know, I said, I've never seen one. What do you think it is? Well? She thought about it and then mention the old man sitting in the booth next to us looking at us. Funny, I don't think we need to talk about it anymore, she said.
My daughter and her friends go into Sam Houston National Forests by Lake Conroe, and on the Lone Star Hiking Trail, which runs over one hundred miles from one end to the other. In one area of Lake Conroe, there's a road sign that says watch out for wood apes. Even the BFRO has reported sightings in the area, and I think my daughter is hoping to see another one or some sign that they're there, like she's been told. We ride
horses in the area's National forests all the time. My first time at the Ebenezer Equestrian Park on sam Rayburn Lake, it was a February weekend and had a campful of drunken women and horses. We had a great time. The weather was cool but not too cold, which was unusual for February. I had gotten my camp set up like I wanted, and I was cozy in my tent. But after I had been asleep for some time, I woke
up and I decided it was because it was too quiet. Well, I got out of the tent and went and did my business in the horse trailer because the bathroom was too far to walk in the dark from my camp, And that's when I realized my horse was watching something across the road from the catch pin. I looked too, and I saw some kind of big animal hunched over. I thought it was a hog from the size of it,
except it didn't really move like a hog. My horse started snorting at this thing, and I started petting him to try to calm us both down, but it didn't help much because at that moment the wind changed and I could smell it, and it was awful. It was rank, like a skunk, like a dead animal, like hog mud haul in one. I felt the urge to vomit, but I held back because I didn't want to draw
attention to us. Fat chance of that. With my horse snorting and walking anxiously around the pin like you was, the thing turned away from us and then went down the road on all fours and went around the corner. It was a full moon that night, and I could see somewhat but not well enough, into the shadows, and ten minutes later I was standing in the catchpin with my horse, trying to calm both of our nerves, when I heard this god awful scream coming from the woods where I had seen the creature
walk away before. Needless to say, the next morning, I was still in the catchpin with my horse. My friend found me there asleep hanging on to him, and she thought I had passed out there drunk from the night before. I just agreed with her and went on about my day, and I got to thinking maybe all of us women laughing and cutting up brought one out of the woods to see what was going on. I've been there other times, both alone and with others to ride. Each time it felt like
someone was watching us. On one occasion last year, I was the only one in camp, and this time with a different horse that I raised and trained myself. He's a level headed four h horse, and he and my other two horses are certified for mounted search and rescue. They're considered very quiet and calm animals in the woods. When I got to the catch pin,
my level headed horse was trying to jump out of the pin. He's not one to be buddy bound or act like a fool when he's alone, but this day had me worried because the woods had gotten quiet, and still he had me so spooked that I packed up everything in half the time it took to set it up. I think he knew something was out there because he
beat me to the horse trailer and he was shaking like a leaf. I know my horse is just like I know my kids and my dogs, and he hasn't acted like that anymore, and we've been there numerous times since. It reminded me of my other horse, Tray, and how he acted just the same when he was there in February a few years back. Now people look at me like I'm crazy, But there are some things in the East Texas woods that need to stay hidden, whether the world needs to know about
them or not. Like Bigfoot. You can't tell me the government doesn't know about them. They have to because they are everywhere, just like the government knows about them. Folks from outer space, they know about them and know that they are here among us. I know there are people like doctor Ketchum that have done extensive testing and research to prove that bigfoots are part of the
Homo sapien species. You should read her paper if you get time. And I think with the help of people like her and others in the field, it can be proven that they exist and are a part of us. It sure makes you wonder. Well. I thought that was a great story. That's a whole series of experiences this woman has had that were actually kind of fascinating to me. And I know I used that word a lot, but I'm not very smart. I can't think of other words to use, interesting,
fascinating. Sometimes in the comment section, people say, well, you said fascinating like twelve times in this video. Well, give me another word to use, and I'll use it. These stories intrigued me and I love to hear them. And this, I mean, just think about what you just heard. This woman has had encounter after encounter after encounter, and she's actually visually seeing these things. She even had one that kind of backed her
up when her brother was picking on her. So I don't know. Sometimes I wonder if Bigfoot's really real, And then I listen to these stories and I'm like, who would what kind of a mind would just sit down and make this stuff up and spend time writing it. It doesn't make sense, you know, it doesn't make sense, and they put their reputation at risk by doing it, especially when they tell others, friends and family. But I love the story. Hey, I want to catch you guys up.
You've been watching some video. I took my family to the zoo, my grandkids, my son and his family, my wife, and I just had I found I didn't take a go pro on purpose, but I had a backpack and there was a GoPro in there with three fresh batteries, so I just kind of walked around with that gopra all day thinking people might like seeing the Memphis Zoo. It's a wonderful zoo. I think it's one of the top ten zoos in the United States. If you're ever in the mid South.
It's one of the few places I would go in Memphis. It's pretty heavily policed, the parking lot is they're real decent busy routes to get into the zoo. It's in midtown Memphis and Overden Park, and it's a beautiful place and they've done a wonderful job at the zoo, and these videos don't really do it justice. I'm not bragging about Memphis because it's really it's a very high crime area. I grew up there. I loved living there.
I loved growing up in that town. There was so much to do, and like the zoo and the ball games and the Memphis in may Bell Street you used to go to at Bell Street. I wouldn't go to Bell Street if you paid me a thousand dollars. There's no way I'm going down on Bell Street or even close to the FedEx Forum. It's just right down the road from Bell Street, and it's a I don't know. Those people in
Memphis are just maniacs. They're just killing each other left and right. But the zoo is a pretty nice, safe place to go, and once you get into the parking lot, you're in pretty and there was no silly stuff going on at the zoo. Everyone was well behaved and people were just enjoying begin to the zoo. So anyway, that's what that video is. Some people have asked me some questions over the last couple of months about this channel. I hope you guys, I don't mind if I address them here.
You can click away and go to another video. And I don't have these written down, but I'm going to try to remember. I've gotten comments, a few comments about my voice. I don't know if my voice is changing with my age, don't. I have a little bit of a cold right now. I don't feel bad, but I have just a little bit of a sniffle and I keep sneezing, but it doesn't feel like normal sinus drainage or infections. That's the only thing I can say about my voice. It
sounds the same to me, maybe a little more high pitched. I don't know. I really don't pay attention to it. And it could be my age. When I started this channel, I was fifty seven and I'm sixty two now, so five years, you know, you get into your sixties, maybe your voice changes a little bit. I don't really know, but there's nothing going on with my voice. Maybe it's just changing with time. Another comment I got that I just didn't enjoy doing this podcast anymore, that
I don't care anymore. That's not true. I love doing this podcast. It's hard to explain why I love it so much, but I've had one thing I love about it is I've had the opportunity to meet a couple of people just in the last couple of weeks who are writers and editors and real creative minds and being You may think, well, you've got a fairly popular YouTube channel, so you know a lot of people. Don't I don't know many people, and it's just me by myself in this little office doing these
videos and doing these podcasts, and so I don't talk to anybody. There's only all the bigfoot people hate me, which is fine with me except one group, Mark and Larry and the Woodwalker's Crew. They're just a great bunch of people, and I suppose if they didn't know me, they may not really like me that much. But they know what I do. They know I'm not into the Bigfoot culture and the I don't know the evidence that they are, but I go to their camp house just because I like to be
around them. So that would be the Woodwalker's channel, and the Beast of the Woods Channel, which is Larry Porch's channel, and then the Sawdust Beast Channel, which is Mark Nuble's channel. Let's see her. Yeah, those are my friends in the community, and I could just actually get to see them about once a year at a camp out at LBL if they remember to remind me that it's going on. So that's one of the things I love about doing this. The other thing is is I just love turning the written
word into something audible. I try my best to do a good job with it. I love doing audio books. I'm working on a Western now that is a fantastic book, and I'm not sure where I'm going to put it. The author is going to get the files and he's going to sell the book on Audible and Spotify or wherever they decide to put it. But in exchange for me doing the audio, I'm not charging him anything. I'm just getting permission from him to put it somewhere where people can listen to it,
and I get paid through the ad revenue. That way, you don't pay anything. Nobody pays anything, at least to hear it from me or through my podcast. I'm not sure whether the Westerns and stuff rate another channel, but I love doing These Westerns are really good, and this book in particular, it'll be eight or ten hours long. It's a really long one. I hope y'all don't mind that I just ramble by. I'm just trying to catch you up on some stuff, all right, let me think of some
other questions. Oh, Steve Lily, I'm working on Steve Lilly now. As soon as I get this podcast uploaded, I'm going right back to writing this. Steve Lily sixteen is kind of an epic episode. I'm kind of kind of broadening the direction of the story and I'm trying to do it justice. And yes, I've been busy. I haven't had time to write. I know people are frustrated. Yes, it's been a year since I've over
a year since I put a Steve Lilly episode up. But those verse fifteen, I just wrote them real fast, and I know y'all like them. I'm just trying to I'm trying to put out something that's pretty quality, something, something that's really really good and epic and can continue the storyline on. So you guys know where Steve Lily came from. It's a violent past. I think you're gonna like it. I think you're gonna like it if you can just hang on. Taking so long has probably lost me half of the
audience. Speaking of losing the audience, one comment I got was that I've read through all the comments on your latest videos and I don't see a single negative comment. And they asked, do you delete them? No, I don't delete them unless they have some kind of profanity in them, and if they do, I just blocked whoever that person is. They can't. They can comment, but nobody sees it. But I think the reason my views
are down, my subscriber count is down, the income is down. It's half what it used to be, and I think I'm almost one hundred percent sures that I've run off all the bigfoot nuts, all the really staunch, mean bigfoot people. They're gone. I made them so mad that they left. I think that has a lot to do with it. And plus,
you know, these channels have a shelf life, you know. I mean there were channels I was watching five or six years ago, and I watched them for a couple of years, and I kind of kept up with them best I could, and you know, you just get kind of tired of watching the same old things, so you move on to other things. I get that I never had plans for this channel to be what it is in the first place. So I mean, I mean every view I get is
like this giant blessing from heaven. Anybody that listens to me narrating a story, I mean, it's just a blessing, or it's good luck, or it's whatever. But anyway, the comment section is really cleaned up lately. I mean, for years, I would get these nasty comments from people telling me I was ruining the credibility of the bigfoot topic and all this stuff, and because I did fiction and this and that, when here to listen to no fiction and all this stuff? And I told them, well, then
don't listen to my channel. And apparently they took my word and they went away, and I'm happy about that. I would rather have a smaller sorry, all my phone went off. I would rather have a smaller, happy, cheerful audience than to have this huge audience of half nasty people. Does that make sense? And I was looking through the comment section on the last video I uploaded. What's cool is people engage with each other in the comments. Somebody will make a comment, somebody under that will go, hey,
so and so, where have you been? And then this conversation, virtual conversation ensues underneath the original comment. And I think that's so nice that this community of people that follow this channel, at least this channel, are comfortable and happy and willing to, you know, make comments and engage with each other. And everybody is so nice to everybody, and I just love it. So I would say to people in the if you do make comments,
feel free to in get on my phone. Man, I won't put it on vibrate all right now, it won't make any noise, but feel free to engage with each other. I don't you never know. I mean, I don't want to make a blanket statement but I don't think you're going to get any blowback from anybody. I think what we've done and this makes me so happy. And this is what I told my wife one hundred times.
I wanted if there's going to be a decent size audience, I just want it to be a bunch of people that are happy, love who like to come to this channel and look at it as a fun, enjoyable thing to do. They look forward to hearing the stories. They're nice people, and they're not here with an agenda like those crazy Bigfoot people. I can't stand those people. They're just main honery, vicious vipers is what they are. Go go to some of the other Bigfoot evidence channels and read through the comments.
You'll see what I'm talking about. But that doesn't happen on this channel. I really appreciate it. I also appreciate the people who listen who never never have left a comment. I think probably two to five percent of the people that watch the videos actually leave a comment. So there's that, you know, worst case or best case, there's ninety five percent of the people that wantch that do not ever comment at all. They're like me, I just watch videos and I move along. I don't take time to comment.
I don't. There's nothing I'm going to say that's going to add to the experience. But I understand that people read the comments and liked comment because my wife's she likes TikTok and Instagram and Facebook the reels, and she likes YouTube as well, but she reads the comments on every video she watches. I'm like, good god, woman, how do you have time to do that. I just want to watch the video and I never look at the comments. And so for all the people out there that don't comment, I'm just
like you. I mean, I have left a few comments, but they're always encouraging comments to another channel. It doesn't have to be in this genre. It could just be, you know, a guy cracking nuts loose on an engine, wrenching on an engine. If he does something cold, I'll once a month, I might say, man, that's an awesome video. You should have a million subscribers or whatever. I never have ever left a bad comment. I've never left a terrible review for a company that I've done
anything with. I'm just not that way. So thank you to the people who don't comment. You're very very much a preiated I don't know. I guess that's all that was on my mind. I got to get back to writing. Steve Lily. My mother is over in Arkansas. She has some property over there, in close to Hebrew Springs, and she's trying to sell it. She's eighty two years old. She's got people over there working on
the house on the property, getting it ready to sell. I may go over there and relieve her in the next day or two, so I might be out for a couple of days helping my mother. I love my mother. I want to help her. But she's real independent. She drives everywhere. She's healthy, she's her mind is fully intact, and she's voracious reader. She's always got books with her. And she's sitting over there by herself. The workers didn't show up today and I called her, and she says,
well, I'm just reading. I'm having a good time. I'm enjoying the solitude. She lives with her sister in Memphis, and I think she's enjoying being by herself for a little while. Anyway, all I have to say, I may jump up go over there for three or four days, may be, and give her a break so she can come home and I'll kind of oversee the repairs being done and the renovations being done. Other than that, I don't have any work right now, so I'm just going to
be doing the podcast, all right. I just thought I would catch you guys up on what's going on with me, because I don't talk much in these videos anymore because I think it annoys people. Oh here's another email, here's another comment I got. Why don't you do yeddiebar commercials anymore? The reason I stopped doing that is because you have to deal with enough ads on YouTube anyway. The people who don't have YouTube premium, for example, you
have to deal with enough ads anyway. And I got the sense that I wouldn't like I mean, I do click on channels a lot of times. You know, they'll spend It'll be a thirty minute video, might be a political thing, and right in the middle of it, just when you're getting into it, it'll be a thirty minute video and they'll do a ten minute ad for some dummy bear health thing or something, and it's just annoying.
And I know it's annoying. So I called Yetti Bars. I told them that, guys, I'm gonna drop this I don't think it's good for the health of the channel. I'm glad you're selling a bunch of Yetti bars, but I still buy Yetti bars. They're a great deal. I don't know if they're honoring the discount code that I used to give out, However, I still buy Yetti bars. A matter of fact, I opened up a brand new bar of the Glacier Bar this morning, and go buy Yetti bars.
It's good price, it's good product. The soap last a reasonable amount of time. I have used other soaps since, and I never got a free bar of Yetti soap from them at all. I did get paid a commission for the sales that used the discount code, but it wasn't much. So the money to annoyance ratio tip toward me just not doing ads during my own baked in ads during the podcast, so I don't do any ads anymore. I just bore you now with me talking. How does that sound like
I'm doing now? Just like I'm doing now? All right, you guys, I'll end this up and say thank you for watching this podcast. Now you're kind of up to date on what's going on with everything, and I guess we'll see you on the next one. I'll have another one or two out before the end of the week, and I hope you guys still enjoy this podcast. I love doing it just as much as I ever have. I'll still look forward to coming out here early, pulling up these stories,
going through these stories. I just love it. I found something that I think I will enjoy doing until I can't do it anymore so, and a lot of that is how nice you've been. So thank you, thank you for joining me on this podcast, and we'll see you on the next one. Where's a Ma