Choctaw Bigfoot Killers

long and seven feet apart. They came out of the woods at the top of their yard and led down to an artesian well, where it looked like the creature knelt to get a drink, and then continued on down through the yard onto the county road. But along the way it stopped at my mother's feed pile. All the snow and ice had been pushed away, and every piece of corn was gone, even the ones picked out of

the frozen dirt. A year or so later, I was deer hunting from a tree stand on the property with my rifle when I heard something two hundred yards away. I thought it was a big buck that I'd been waiting for, since it wasn't making any effort to be quiet, but as it got closer, I started to get disappointed. It was walking upright, not on four legs. It was probably just someone walking through the woods. I thought, whoever was messing up my hunt was being extremely loud about it,

cracking sticks and splitting trees. And then came that smell. It was so horrible that I thought I might get sick. I listened to this guy. I ruin my hunt for a minute, getting more and more scared with each lumbering step that he took. Even with my rifle at my side, I realized something wasn't right. I needed to get out of there, and I ran all the way back to my parents. I was so upset and out of breath

that I was shaking. My mother asked me what was wrong, and after I calmed down, I told her and my dad what had happened. My dad said that I was nuts, but I know what I heard and how it made me feel. Even though it happened thirty years ago, I still get a sinking feeling when I think about it. Since then, I now believe there are things out there we know nothing about. I can't say for sure that it was a bigfoot, but I know it's the closest

I ever want to come to one. I'm retired now and I lived in West Virginia for the last twenty years, but I still haven't gone hunting back in that place. Thank you for giving people like me a platform to share our experiences and get some of this off our chest. God blessed Shorty. In the late nineteen seventies in southeast Missouri, sixteen years old and a farm had around mid July, I was plowing tall soybeans with a fifteen eighty six

International tractor pulling an eight inch roll plow. That was pretty big stuff back then. That day was payday, and as the day war on, my boss told me to follow him to a small, thirty acre field that I had never been to. When I finished, he told me that I'd be done for the day. I wasn't complaining about that. I could roll through thirty acres in an

hour and start my weekend early. So I followed him out to the secluded, little fenced off farm somewhere back in the Boonies near an old farmhouse, and we turned in and got to work. I was done in an hour, and when I pulled my plow up and started back to the entrance of the property. I noticed a five inch black irrigation pipe running across the dirt drive. I stopped within about twenty feet of it the tractor and park and wondered who had laid this pipe there while

I was working and for what? But I didn't care. I was going to move it. It was Friday afternoon, there was a paycheck waiting for me, and this thing was in the way of me and my weekend. The thing was, I couldn't see the beginning or the end of it. One side was running through an old, overgrown fence line on my left, and the other end was coming out of the tall Johnson grass to my right. I climbed down from the tractor and walked within four feet of it. When I saw it shimmer, I stopped,

not really understanding why it would do that. Then I stepped back and I realized that it was moving. I looked to my right and watched it taper off into a tail and then slide across the drive in front of me. It was no pipe, It was a giant snake. I jumped into the cab of my tractor in one move. Let me tell you I needed a beer at that point, and I needed one now. I hauled asked to the shop where my boss and my uncle were waiting for me. They were already feeling the weekend and were ready to

go until they saw my face. My uncle asked what in the hell happened to me and why I was so pale? I ask, have either of you seen big snakes around them bottoms down there? Hell? Yes, my boss shouted and then told me he'd once seen one that was six feet long. I took my check from him and shook my head, saying that's not very big, and then I left. People know I'm an obs kind of guy, and when I tell the story, everyone's faces turns like

a shade lighter. All of us grew up farming those bottoms, and many folks I know have seen some strange stuff. I know I've seen my share. I am an old woman, and I've had many encounters with all of North America's large animals, as well as sasquatch. I've listened to lots of stories about people going out into the woods hoping to have an encounter. But let me tell you this. If you're thinking about going out into the great outdoors

to try to see a sasquatch. I suggest that you reconsider I've known that something was out there since I was eight years old, when one morning at five am, my sister and I were in our barn milking, and one stuck at six foot long arm inside. Once, when my mother and two sisters and I were down by the river, one came out and stood right next to my sister while we picked berries. Always respected them in their territory, and when I encountered one, I always left

him alone. If you study the characteristics of this animal, you'll see that bigfoot is not a violent creature by nature. Well, with that said, it could turn violent if it's surprised or cornered. Humans are no different. I've had close encounters with other animals far more violent than sosquatch. I was hunting mule deer one day when I walked up on two moose and they were just five feet away. I took cover behind a bush and prayed they hadn't seen me.

It must have worked, because they kept going with my blessings. Anyone who knows about moose attacks knows how lucky I got. There was another time a cougar stalked me to within twenty feet. I had my pistol in hand, and when that cougar jumped out and took off, it scared me so bad that I completely forgot my pistol. And not long after that, I was surrounded by a pack of coyotes when I was deer hunting. They were moving in for the kill when my husband showed up and saved

my life. Don't you know that I fell in love with my husband all over again that day. Another time, a big grizzly bear came into our camp at five AM, and I woke up eyeball to eyeball with that thing. I could have petted him if I wanted to. I grabbed my flashlight and I held it between his eyes, hoping the light would keep him calm. Meanwhile, I held back my little chihuaba, who was trying to kill that grizzly bear. That bear tore off like a bat out of hades when my husband shot in the air to

scare it away. Well, here's what I'm saying. If you're expecting to see a sasquatch out there in the wiles of America, you are far more likely to encounter other life threatening creatures, and it's best to never assume that you are safe. Like I said, if you're going into the great outdoors just to catch a glimpse of sisquatch, think again. These things stay hidden for a reason, and if you do have an encounter, trust me, it'll happen

when you least expect it. My interactions with them have happened over sixty four years, and every single time it happened unexpectedly. For the times I did have an encounter, though, it made my time out there worth it all. If you're going out there, don't do it while drinking or smoking dope, and you're better off going alone or split up from the group. Silence is the key to achieving

success no matter what you're looking for. I don't think it's wise to shoot one, even in self defense, and I suggest that you don't try and remember sosquatch could be more human, so think before you shoot. My uncle was a mechanic for a big corporation, and during a lunch break, one of his co workers brought up the subject to bigfoot. Most everyone responded with typical comments like now they're not real, or I'd have to see one to believe it. But one guy, a full blooded Choktaw

Indian shared a story that challenged all their minds. He and his cousins were deer hunting when they saw a bigfoot. Two of them, covered in brown fur, ran off into the timber, and the third, covered in blackford, didn't move it all. It roared at them so loudly that they felt it to their core, and then it charged. An old tree stump was in its path, but this thing ripped it from the ground mid sprint and hurled it

at them. At this point, they knew they were all about to be ripped limb from limb, so they started shooting at it with every round of buckshot they had until they finally brought it down. Not knowing what to do next, and knowing that no one would believe them, they took photos, cut some of its hair, and put it in a sandwich bag. Not long after, the Fed showed up with a truck to haul it away. The men stood there shocked and asked if it would be

on the evening news. The officer in charge responded, absolutely not, This never happened and you were never here. One of the cousins shot back, saying he couldn't be serious that it was a big deal and the whole world should hear about this. They finally had proof that Bigfoot exists, but the officer just shook his head and said, no, we don't do that. The cousins argued with him about it until he got fed up and finally broke. He told them that the big brown were herbivores, but the

black ones were carnivores. That means they eat any meat they can find when they get hungry. Now understand what I'm saying to you, The officer shouted, you are the meat. If the public knew about them, every hiker, camper, mountain biker, or anyone in the wilderness would be armed to the teeth, shooting at anything that makes a sound and killing each other in the process. The next day, during lunch, the guy brought in the photos and the bag of black hair.

My uncle said the smell was indescribable. The guy and his cousins never went public with the pictures. They kept quiet about what happened, and they only tell the story when people start claiming that Bigfoot is not real. Okay, this podcast is not over. I'm going to drop one or two short stories from the vault. Stories I've done several years ago that I think you might enjoy. These podcasts are a little bit shorter because I'm working on

Steve Lilly number twenty. I think it's a pretty good story. It's going to be quite long. I'm just going for it. I'm going for the deep dive into Steve Lily, so I'm really paying attention to that. Plus, I've got a little bit of work to do with my regular job, so I want to keep these podcasts going. I want to keep uploading, so I'm putting these shorter ones out with some archived stories at the end. Hope you enjoy it.

I really appreciate you. Thanks. My name is Kenneth and I live in an area called Arcla, tex It's where the Arkansas, Louisiana, and Texas state lines meet. I grew up in Texarkana back in the nineteen sixties, and my family and I love to go camping in the river bottoms of Little River, Arkansas in Little River County. I reported this event several years ago to other reporting agencies

or organizations. I went dormant afterwards due to the ridicule and other family members recanting from what we experienced this night. So I'm the only one still holding on to the actual events that took place in August of nineteen sixty nine when we encountered a white bigfoot. I was twelve years old when we had our first encounter. On a Friday afternoon at Cottonwood Shoals. My family and I were

excited about going on a weekend camping trip. My brothers and I got the family truck loaded with all our gear, and when my father got home from work, there would be no delay in getting to the woods. As we were leaving, a family member who lives a couple of houses down stepped out to the curb and she waved us down. She was my aunt's mother in law, and she asked us not to go camping at Cottonwood Shoals.

She said that her and her husband were there a couple of weeks ago and saw a hairy man peering at them from behind some brush while she was fishing, and it scared the hell out of her. She said she had run to get her husband, who was fishing, and she told him what had happened. Well, he called her a crazy old one. Oh man, what a mistake. He called her a crazy old woman, and then he took her home. My father told her that we would keep a lookout for this monster, and that she you

shouldn't worry about us. I'll be honest. We were all laughing as we drove away. We don't laugh anymore. I'm about to tell you why. We arrived in time to set up camp and have supper. My three older brothers got their fishing gear and they went to get a night in of catfishing. It was getting dark when my mother and younger sister and two younger brothers crawled into the tent. They were ready to turn in for the night. My father enjoyed sitting by the campfire, drinking beer and

listening to country music on the radio. I wasn't ready for bed, so I decided to take a short walk down the road. The moon was bright enough so that I could see without a flashlight, and I hadn't walked far from the camp site, and the hare stood up on the back of my neck. I felt a current of wind whiz by me. Something had been thrown at me, and I turned around. I didn't see anyone. For whatever reason, the woman's story about seeing the hairy man came to mind,

so I ran straight back to camp. My father asked what had me in a hurry, and I blew it off, saying that I was just tired and ready for bed. Once in the tent, I noticed our dog was acting weird. He was alert and staring at the wall like it knew something was out there. Well, I betted down and we slept through an uneventful night. Saturday was the big

day for swimming and fishing and exploring the area. I was down the road where my brothers had been catfishing the night before and had had the place to myself. Behind me, across the road were some pea gravel piles placed there by the county. From that area, I heard noises like weird bird sounds. I looked around and I didn't see any birds. This went on for several minutes. To this day, I've never heard noises like that before.

And I noticed my two younger brothers playing behind the piles, and all I could see was the tops of one of their heads. They both had cotton white hair then, so it was easy to see it was them, even though all I could see was the top of their heads. Okay, I thought, it's just my brothers playing in the gravel piles. As long as they stay over there and don't bother me while I'm fishing, That'll be fine. Later in the morning, I heard my mother calling us to come back to

camp for lunch. So I grabbed up my fishing pole and I headed back. When I arrived at camp, my brothers were there. The only way they could have beat me there was if they'd had gone straight through the woods. Well, I told them they needed to stick to the roads because the woods were full of snakes and chiggers. They looked at me like I was crazy. They went on to say that they had not even left camp all morning.

Of course, I thought they were with me. I had seen them playing close to where I had been fishing. I let it go. We all had a fun day. By nine point thirty that night, I was tired and ready for bed. I crawled into the tent with the others and I was drifting off when our dog started acting weird again. We had left the dog outside to sleep that night, and somehow, with his teeth, he had opened the zipper door of the tent and squeezed inside.

He woke everyone up. The dog came over by me and it was trembling like it was cold, but I could see by the whites of his eyes that he was scared. My mom told me to close the zipper and let the dog stay in the tent again that night, that dog crawled in so close to me, I think he was trying to get under me. At some point during the night, my mother woke me up. She was getting up to go to the bathroom and a spot behind the tent. A few minutes later, her scream startled

us fully awake. Well, I immediately stood to look out the tent mesh window, and I saw my mother running back to the tent with her drawers still down around her knees. She kept screaming, something's out there. It's watching me, it's watching me. She made it back to the tent and was screaming the same thing over and over to my father. Well, he finally got her quiet enough to understand what she was even saying, and then he asked her,

what's watching you? By chance? I began panting the woods and I saw a large figure run past our truck. The truck rocked back and forth as it ran by. This thing was huge. It really shook me up. And then my mother began to describe this thing to my father. She said it was a giant and it looked like an ape. It was covering white hair, and it had long arms. It was only a few feet from her when she noticed it. That's when I told them that I saw something run by the truck while I was

looking out the window. So all the men walked over to look around in that direction. Beside the truck were giant tracks, clearly visible in the dust. My father noticed a dent in the rear fender that had not been there before. When my mother had started screaming, she had scared the creature as much as he scared her, and it ran away. That was my guess, I guess, not paying attention to what was in front of it, it ran into the truck and then carried on with its escape.

That's what I thought, but that wasn't the case. Now. My father was worried. I could see it in his demeanor. Out of the truck, he pulled a shotgun and he handed it to my brother to stand guard while we packed up camp. We were leaving. This was one of those times when it took no encouragement for any of us to pack up camp. It was dark and hard to see everything, but we started throwing things loosely into the bed of the truck. We had that camp site packed up in record time. And then one of my

brothers yelled, out, there it is. He raised the shotgun and he fired into the darkness, and then my father yelled out, it's circling the camp. Hurry up, we gotta go. By this time I was terrified. I know the rest of my family was too, and we couldn't get out of there fast enough. Finally, with all of us in the truck, my father turned the key in, it started, and in a few minutes we were gone. We made it home in the early morning hours, and we all

went straight to bed. It had been an exhausting night. The next day, our aunt came over to ask why we were home early. She already knew, but she wanted to hear about it. We all sat in the living room comparing notes on what everyone had seen. Apparently it was the same creature. None of us laugh at bigfoot stories now, we take them very seriously. Back in nineteen seventy nine, when I was nine years old, we lived

in Angelina County in East Texas. It was about twenty miles south of Luvekin, near the sam Rayburn Lake area. Both of my grandparents lived there. They were divorced, but lived about two miles from each other. They each lived on a typical modest farm of twenty five to thirty acres with lots of chickens, ducks, horses, and cows. One smoldering summer night at my grandmother's farm, the adults were engaged in their usual routine of cooking dinner before settling

in for a night of card playing. Meanwhile, I was slipping outside with my brother who was eleven, who was eight, and my dad's ten year old brother, our uncle, to hang out at the edge of one of the pastures, where the yard light on a pole made a bright circle in the night. Beyond that halo, the world was inky black. Within the light was the pasture gate, where we liked to sit and use our sling shots to play sort of a gigantic game of marbles by shooting

rocks out of the circle and into the night. We were all sitting up on the gate, engrossed in our game and cutting up and laughing as little boys will do, when our attention was suddenly drawn in the direction of the barn located one hundred yards to our left. We silently stared and listened as something massive and heavy came running through the pasture from that direction. We shot looks at each other as we realized the speed at which

this thing was running. We knew it was on two legs, and that brought another round of glances to one another. Every thump, thump, thump, those pounding steps burned itself into my mind as we sat waiting to see what this thing could be. It was at the edge of the light when it came to a complete stop, as if it had just then noticed us sitting there. The brightness ended so abruptly at the circle's edge that all we could see were two tree trunk sized legs. From the

knees down, they were massive. We could tell they were covered with brown hair that looked like long, fine brown wire. It was swaying like the hair on a wig moving in the wind. Then my uncle did something that surprised us. All had a rock locked and loaded in a slingshot and chose that moment to fire it right at the creature. We knew it hit its mark by the thump it made when it hit the animal's body, followed by a

plunk as it hit the ground at its feet. But what happened next was the craziest thing I'd ever seen in all my nine years of living. The creature picked up the rock and threw it back at us, missing my head by inches. Instantly, as if the devil himself were chasing us, we sprang into action and sprinting for the house, pushing at and tripping over each other as we ran. It wasn't a matter of out running that thing in the darkness. We were trying to outrun each other.

No one wanted to be the last man in line, and there was no doubt in our minds that whichever poor soul came in last would go down first. We breathlessly burst through the door, screaming for our parents to come outside and dispatch the monster in the pasture, but they just laughed at us. They went back to their card game, Certain we were making up the whole thing. There was nothing left for us to do. We weren't going back outside with an adult to get rid of

the beast. So we cleaned up and we went to bed, but none of us slept that night, knowing there was something out there. The next morning, my dad and my stepfather weren't at the breakfast table. We asked my grandmother where they were, and as soon as she told us they were out in the pasture, we ran out the front door to join them. We found them at the far end, examining a piece of fence that had been ripped up and completely demolished, as if something large had

run right through it. My step grandfather and dad were baffled by the damage. All the animals were accounted for. They couldn't imagine what had done this.