My family likes to hunt public ground and stone calls, Virginia. I was seventeen years old when this happened. It was turkey season, and since my dad couldn't make it out that day, I made plans to go with a buddy instead. We're like brothers. He has a shotgun of his own, but I taught him how to use calls. I had my twelve gage a long time, and he stayed overnight so we could get up and get out the door at four the next morning. Stone coal has a lot of turkey
and a variety of different animals. It was way too quiet that day, but we just thought there might have been some bears around, and for that reason I keep buckshot in my pocket. We made our way three miles back to a clearing, and by now it was five thirty am. I thought i'd dropped my buddy off, and I put him against a tree where he had an amazing view, and I placed a few decoys out for him.
I continued two miles down the ridge and I set myself up. It was still dark, but daybreak was coming fast, and I placed my decoys. But when I made my location call, I didn't get a call back. Thirty minutes later, I gave a second crow call, and this time it got returned, but it didn't sound anything like a crow or a turkey. I thought it might have come from another hunter in the area, even though
I was five miles back in the woods and hadn't spotted anyone else. I followed up with a third crow call, and the return sounds were getting closer. Twenty minutes later, I saw what I thought was another hunter peeking around a tree fifty yards away. Kind of shook me up. He appeared to be dressed in a black suit, but the guy had to be nearly seven feet tall and he was made of pure muscle. I pulled up my binoculars
and then I could see his face. It had a jutting brow like a monkey, and its skin was brown and leathery, with human like eyes, and it had the mouth of an eight. This scared me to death. I needed to get out of there, so I picked up my gun and my buckshot in case it decided to get much closer or chase me. I struggled to get my backpack on, and I wound up leaving my decoys behind because they were within forty yards of where eyeballed this thing. As I escaped
down the hill, I heard the worst scream you could ever imagine. It's like a bobcat from Hell. I sped up and I could tell the beasts was following me, maybe fifty yards behind, and it was just pacing me though my lungs were exploding. By the time I emerged into the clearing three hundred yards from my buddy, his face was as white as a ghost. We packed up his gear and on our way back to my truck, he claimed an hour earlier that three hairy monsters between six and seven feet tall were
stalking the outskirts of the clearing. He had heard the scream come from the woods. Well, once we got a safe distance away, our surroundings seemed to change. We even saw a nice eight point buck in velvet. There was a life force and compared to this feeling of creepy oppression, where these things seemed to hold rule over every animal deep in the backwoods. My best guests, we were in their hunting grounds, but because they knew we had
guns, they didn't want any trouble. If they meant to scare us away, it worked. I've only told this story once to you, and once to my buddy. We tend not to talk about it since it just brings back to how scared I was of these things, even with a twelve gauge and buckshot gives me goose bumps. To this day. There are hunters that allegedly have gone missing in that part of the woods, and it makes me wonder what would have happened if I would have taken and a shot at one
of these things and missed or not killed it. I'm in college now and I'm studying to be a wildlife officer, and I want to thank you for reading this. I'm not a good storyteller, and I wish for you not to say my name if you ever decided to tell this on the podcast or YouTube, No problem, Buddy Goods story. I didn't mention your name, and I respect that this is a terrifying story. I mean, it's a I'd like to know. Do you normally walk two or five miles back in
the woods to go turkey? Hunty, West Virginia. I'm guessing you're in the mountains man that has a long way. That is a long way to walk to get a turkey. Just thought i'd ask that question. Anybody else walked that far to through the mountains and book bush whack up into the hills to kill a turkey. I wouldn't do that. I love turkey hunt, but I ain't doing that. All right, all right, welcome to another podcast. My name is Cam Buckner. This is the Dixie Cryptid podcast.
You can I also find it out on the podcast Network on whatever podcast app you use, Apple, Google, Podcast, Stitcher, Spotify. iHeart any of those podcasts. If you'll do a search for what If It's True or even Dixie Cryptid, the podcast should be right at the top. I'd appreciate you listening on any platform. All right, we got three stories. The last one I'm going to give a world at a subtle Australian accent. I know it sucks when I do it, but it's not too bad. It's
not too bad. My Australian friends will go, oh, you blew it, but you gotta give me a big ad for trying. And I ain't scared of I ain't scared of trying an Australian accent. All Right, you guys, I hope you enjoy this podcast. Let's get rolling with it, all right, Here we go. My name is Kim, and I don't mind if you use my name. I don't have a Bigfoot story, but I do have one that is just as strange. I live in a small
rural town in Tennessee. I haven't experience that I've been hesitant to share since it happened in nineteen ninety four, when I was eighteen years old. Today I'm forty seven, and since this happened, I've only told maybe three people since the incident. I'm not sure if the three people I told even believe me, because I still have trouble believing it myself. It was after I
had graduated high school. I had a boyfriend who lived on a well traveled highway between our small town in Perry County and the bigger town we all commuted to in Lewis County for shopping and eating. He used to always claim in high school that he had seen aliens and UFOs on a daily basis. Well, I thought he was crazy and had been smoking too much weed. On a summer evening in nineteen ninety four, I made a visit to his house
to watch his new satellite dish that his parents had just installed. Well, this was when the satellites were as big as a swimming pool. I was sitting on the couch enjoying the thousands of channels from all over the world when my boyfriend came in and calmly said, Kim, come here, I want to show you something. We walked out onto the porch into the front yard and I looked at him and I said, what is it. He pointed up to the top of one of the trees in his backyard and he said,
just look at that. Five hundred feet away. I saw a large, dark, circular disk. Right at the top of the trees. There were yellowish looking lights that blinked in a sequence, starting from the left of the object, to the right, and then around again. I never heard any noise, no motor, no hum. It was absolutely silent. It was the size of a basketball court, and it sat in a perfectly still position, with just the movement of the sequencing lights that seemed to chase each
other from left to well. I was stunned into silence. I knew, deep down, whatever was controlling that object was observing us. I never thought I would react that way if I ever got lucky enough to see one of these things. I always pictured myself before it happened that if I had ever seen one, I would be ecstatic and excited, but I wasn't. I looked at him one more time, not believing my eyes, and I asked him, like a dummy, what is that? Even though I already knew
what it was, thinking there might be a logical explanation. All he said was to UFO, I knew whatever it was, it was not supposed to be there. And then, for some odd reason, I felt the strong urge to calmly go back in the house, sit down, and continue to watch TV. And that's exactly what I did, I guess. Fifteen minutes went by and my boy friend came back in and he went to his room and he shut the door. Well, I got up from the couch and
I walked outside to leave. I looked for the object while I walked back to my car, and it was gone. After that, we never spoke about it again, and to this day, I cannot figure out why why would we not mention it to each other. I know what I saw was real, I was awake, and I was not on drugs or alcohol. But for some reason, I've always questioned myself as to why I reacted the
way I did, and why he reacted the way he did. It was just a rare experience and I don't know if there was a higher power involved pushing me to react the way I did. Well. We eventually broke up and he moved to Utah. I heard recently of another sighting on that road about five years ago, while a girl I know was driving on that highway. I know this was a work story, but I thought I would share it. I thought maybe someone out there listening may appreciate it and may have
been through something similar. I enjoy listening to your podcast every morning while I get up and get ready for work. Keep doing what you do. You're doing a great job. And she says, thank you, Kim, Thank you Kim for the story. You did a great job writing this. That's the biggest compliment, not that I'm doing a good job, but you guys do a great job writing these. This was an interesting story. I love these UFO stories. This is a story that was emailed to me from John
O. He is from Australia and this is a great story. My father drove a truck for a roadbuilder. One Saturday in nineteen sixty six, he took me to work with him. I was ten years old at the time. Dad's boss was building a home at a place called lang Lang in the state of Victoria, Australia. We drove down there and Dad went to work dragging a huge timber up and down a dirt road so that it would look
worn. It was the central beam of the house. There was a dam a couple of hundred meters down from the building site, and I got the idea to build a raft. I found four ten gallon drums and some nails and timber, and I borrowed a hammer and I rolled and carried everything down to the dam. It was hard work for a ten year old, but I got it done. I'd been at it for about an hour when I had this overwhelming feeling that I was being watched. I brushed it off and
I kept on working. But then that feeling of danger came over me again. My young sixth cents kept telling me to pay attention, and I stood up and perused the tree line at the edge of the clearing around the dam. I finally noticed a dark circular shape and the meter high light brown grass of the clearing, and it disappeared and then reappeared again, and changing from a circular shape to a more oval shape. I picked up a piece of timber about twice my height, and it was too big to grip comfortably.
And I ignored my inner voice that was screaming, it's a bore, it's a wild dog, it's a wombaite. And I proceeded toward the anomaly. My curiosity won the battle, and when I got within a couple of meters from the high grass, I put the timber in front of me and I approached the spot where I had seen the shape. I peered over the grass and I saw an animal that could have dragged me into the bushland and never be seen again. It was a black panther with brown streaks through its shiny
black fur. I saw it from the left hand side. It was crouching down and moving away from me. It was agitated, and it was snarling and doing what I would describe as a fake charge. But in retreat, it would turn its head back toward me, showing me one extremely large canine about the size of an adult index finger. I didn't realize it at the time, but I had gone in shocked and I stood there holding the piece of timber in front of me, one foot in front of the other,
capable of moving only my eyes and head. As I watched it disappear out of sight, my thoughts were to get out of there, but not to run. How many more were there, I thought, with that one double back and get me. How far was I from the safety of the house? And why was my body not moving? When I finally regained some composure, my legs worked like a rusty robot. I stepped back slowly, keeping the timber piece in front of me. All the while I was scanning the
tall grass and up and down the paddocks in the bush line. I backed all the way down the hill and up the other side, and when I finally heard voices close by, I turned and ran straight for a man who was up a ladder painting the outside of a house. He looked down at me and he said, hey, son, you look like you've seen a ghost. I couldn't find my voice to answer him. I was still in
shock. I went straight into the living area, where I sat on a pile of timber, surrounded by workman, and I pondered what I had just seen. I don't know how long I had been sitting there when I heard my father say, come on, son, let's go. I was never so relieved as I was to get into that truck and go home. After a while, I finally found my voice and I said, Dad, I saw a panther today. He responded with, don't be stupid. There's no six thinking Australia. That was it. I never spoke of it again.
In the early nineteen nineties, my wife and I took our twins to the zoo and when we got to the big cat enclosures, we saw a black panther or a leopard with slight brown markings sitting high up on a log. I stopped in my tracks and gazed in awe. All of those old emotions flooding back. This was definitely what I had seen, except to go through it with my wife on several occasions. I have kept this experience locked away since I was ten years old. She's a good listener, thank God.
And I realize now that the piece September I was holding had probably saved my life. In nineteen sixty six, when I was ten, there was only hearsay about these things. But the advent of the Internet and more advanced media resources, more and more stories have come to light. I'm an ex serviceman. I stand six feet tall and I weigh two hundred and twenty pounds.
Not much throws me, but I do have one Achilles heel. I don't go into the bush alone, and if I go in a group, you'll find me at the back carrying a big piece September, pretending I use it for stability. I absolutely love these stories from my Australian friends. These are great. Anybody listening in Australia, if you've had a strange experience, please send it in to me. I know I have more, but I'm going to get to them all. So thank you to JOHNO for sending this.
This was a great story. The way he wrote it was perfect. Thank you, sir. Thanks again for following along on this podcast and following my channel. I really appreciate you. If you thought this was good enough, give me a big thumbs up. Maybe consider subscribing. That's what we're all after out here in the YouTube land. I would appreciate it. Thank you so much again, and we'll see you guys on the next week.