This Monster is a Killer

same size, and both of them were heavyweights. We liked camp in a particular area each time we went, and it was a big meadow that you could only get to by crossing a small creek and driving up on it. There were several water sources close to the area, which meant we could fish and take a dip and walk along the stream, and we could hear the creek at night.

It was very peaceful. The night of the incident, we pulled into the camp site later than usual, and because it was late, my dad didn't unhook the camper trailer like he would under normal circumstances. During the night. Just as we were about to fall asleep, something stepped between our pickup and the camper on the towbar that was

still hooked up. And whatever this thing was, it was so heavy that it forced the hitch to the ground, and it tilted the back end of the camper clear up into the air, and it tossed my dad right out of the bed. Now we have no idea to this day what could have possibly done this or how heavy it must have been to do that. There's only enough room between the jack and the truck for something with two legs, and that meant a bear could not

fit its body through there. We only have black bears in that area, and they don't weigh enough to move a trailer that much. But since we didn't get a look at it, we cannot say that it was a bigfoot or why it didn't just walk around the vehicle. But in the years since, I have heard many people tell of bigfoot messing with their campers, and over the years in the same area, we have smelled rank smells that came and went with no explanation, and we've heard

vocals and sounds that we could not identify. On another occasion, we believe we heard big screams in Montana on one of our outings. It was so disturbing that I still remember it like it was yesterday. We were with my grandparents, as we often were, in the backwoods of Montana and down one of the roads where the grass had grown all the way up. We always camped there where there

were never any other people. We were sitting around the campfire one night when we started to hear screaming and moaning howls that made the hair on our bodies stand on in and my grandpa, having been in the woods his whole life, said that he had never heard anything like this before, and he was so that we had

to turn in for the night. We listened to him and we went to bed, and it was very unlike us because we would normally stay up until all hours of the morning, making some'mores and singing and telling stories. But that night of those screams as we children were busy having fun, and it all came to a dead stop, leaving my poor grandfather to put out the fire by himself. Hey y'all, welcome to the podcast. I appreciate you clicking on the video. My name's Cameron Buckner and this is

the Dixie Cryptid What If It's True Podcast. This is a short podcast. I got three really good stories, but at the end, after the third story, I want to tell you something that I'm doing with this channel. It's not a big deal. It's not a big deal, but I want to let you know. So hang with me till the end if you're interested in this channel, in this podcast, and I'll tell you what's coming up. Other than that, let's get on with the stories, all right, here we go. When I was twenty three, I was

working on a ranch in West Texas. My job was to get on a skids steer and grub up mesquite trees and clearings to have small plots of crops planting for the cattle to eat. The rancher and I were good friends, so he allowed me to carry a rifle to shoot codies and hogs and bobcats that I came across. The only catch was that if I shot anything, I had to bring the bodies back and show them. Depending on the way to the animal, I would get a

small amount of money. That was okay with me. The day was just getting kicked off, and as the sun came up, I drove to a clearing where I left the skids steer. The night before, I was finished with this particular clearing and I was about to move to another area. When I was loading the skids steer onto the trailer. My hand slipped from the chain that I was trying to pull through a hole to secure it in place, and I punched myself in the mouth well.

I went to the rear view mirror on my truck to assess the damage, thankfully to see that the blow to my face only caused a busted lip and I didn't knock any teeth out. When I got in my truck, I saw a sounder of hogs trotting across the road toward me. The first thing that came to my mind was some extra cash, So I got my rifle to my shoulder and I jacked a thirty thirty into my Henry lever action and I took aim and took a shot, and the round cut through the morning air, throwing a

decent sized saw to the ground. So I loaded another round into the chamber and dropped another hog, and then wrenched and repeated, and when I had four good sized hogs on the ground, the rest of the group turned and headed back from where they came. I turned my head to look in the direction that they were running, only to see a hulking black mass that had appeared out of no where, and it grabbed one of the huge boar hogs by its hind legs and slammed it

onto the ground with a thud, killing it. The creature had a distinct canine muzzle, looked like a black wolf on steroids, and it leaped from one hog to the necks, picking them up and slamming them into the ground until they were all dead, and they laid in the middle

of the road. Well. I sat and watched in pure amazement until it looked at me, and then, with its eyes locked on me, it stood upright on its hind legs, picked up the five hogs that it had killed, and held them up to me as if to say, I'm a hunter too, and I can whip you any day. For some reason, he didn't touch the four hogs that I had killed. Maybe it was a sign of respect, or maybe he didn't want to deal with me pulling my gun on him too. I work on another ranch now,

tending to the cattle and other critters. I haven't I've seen this dog man thing since and probably never will again. And that's all right with me. Here is a story that I have. It's an email that I have in my ready to go file folder, and I'm looking through this, and it looks so familiar, And I can't remember if I put this on the podcast or not, and just didn't move it over to the done folder. Normally I don't do that. If I have done one, I move it to the other folder. That way I know i've

done it. But and it may be that this looks familiar because I've just read it before I remember reading it. I'm gonna do it again, just out of caution, because this lady spent some time writing this and I want to make sure that her story gets on the podcast. So I'm going to read it. If I've already read it, I'm sorry. If you remember it, I'm sorry. But here we go. I have been blessed with five children. Each of them has had strange experiences, and this is one

of them. And this is a story from my middle son, Matthew, and it happened when we lived in a rural area in southern Maryland when he was six years old and the nineteen seventies. Kids ran around outside from early morning until they got hungry, or until mom blew the whistle or yelled at them to come home. Matthew was no different. On one Sunday, afternoon in early spring, Matthew went into the woods to pick some wild huckleberries instead of coming

in for lunch. While he was out there, he said he felt like somebody was watching him, and he got so nervous that he came in to tell me. Well, I told him that he probably got scared because the area of the woods where he had been were darker than the woods closer to the field where he usually played. I didn't dismiss him, though, because Matthew was not prone to make things up or exaggerate anything, even at his

young age. He was a level headed kid. Two days later, he decided that he was going to go get some more berries, and he wanted to find out who was out there and see if they had moved on. He left the house at three in the afternoon, when the deeper woods were already pretty dark, and I asked him if he would rather go earlier the next morning when it was lighter, but he was determined, so I sat on the balcony drinking coffee to keep an ear out

for him. He had been gone for close to forty minutes when he came back with a pail of berries and a funny look on his face, and I asked him if he was all right. Yeah, Mom, somebody's out there and they need a bath really bad. He said, Oh, good lord, there's a bum in the woods. I thought, fearful that there was someone out there who could hurt him. I told him to stay away from the woods for a while, and I thought whoever it was would move on soon enough. A week later, Matthew asked if he

could go pick some more berries. This time I went with him to make sure the stea inky guy was gone. We had been there ten minutes and there was no sign of anyone, and Matthew kept picking berries, and I went back to the house to wait for him. I had hardly reached the porch when Matthew came running and crying out of the woods. So I ran to him and I hugged him, and I scrunched my nose up in disgust because he smelled as if he had rolled in garbage. What in the world happened? I asked him.

He said, the hairy man came from behind the tree and it grunted at him, and it reached out to take his bucket away. He said the man didn't even have a real face, and that he was covered in brown hair all over his body. He said the man was big, and he smelled so bad that it made him gag. Well, I was horrified and I started to go see for myself, but Matthew begged me not to. Mommy growls an he hoots just like an animal. He's not human, He's a monster man. Matthew pleaded for me

to stay with him. Well, seeing my poor level headed child to react like that was heartbreaking and terrifying, But I did listen to him, and when I told my husband now about it, he and a neighbor went to check out who the bomb was that was frightening the kids. Well, they didn't find any sign of a man, but they did find bare foot prints that were eighteen inches long and eight inches wide. They followed the footprints for fifty feet and then they just disappeared. At the base of

a large tree. They found a few freshly broken branches and they could smell something like rotten meat, and thirty feet from where Matthew was picking the berries, they found the remains of what looked like a dog with its entire midsection and two front legs missing. No one went into the woods again as long as we lived there, but several other children backed up the description Matthew had given.

The parents in our small neighborhood stood watch and none of the children were allowed outside without a parent on guard. We had never heard of Bigfoot at this time, but a year later, my uncle and my cousin had a visit from one for three nights in a row. Even banged on the back door as he walked around their wrap around porch. But that's a story for another time. Okay, here's what I wanted to tell you. There are two ways to listen to this podcast. One is like you're

listening right now on YouTube. Another is where I take this audio and I upload it to the podcast. I call it the podcast network. I go through a podcast host and it blasts out to Apple Podcasts, Spotify, you know, any podcast app you want to listen to the what If It's True podcast on, It's on your podcast app. You just have to do a search. But sometimes I do different things on the podcast app than I do

on YouTube. And what I've been doing the last well, since the end of May, I've been uploading a podcast every day for the last one hundred days of older stories that I've brought up, taken all of my commentary out of it, taking all the music out of it, and re uploading them as archives, and they're just the stories. So when you click on the podcast, I just start telling stories. And I think there may be three or four where I left my commentary on the end of it,

and I didn't mean to do that. It's just when I was going through editing those, they got left in. For the most part, out of one hundred, there's probably ninety eight or ninety seven that have nothing but the story, no music, no commentary for me. Nothing. People have asked for that before. I don't know. Some people like to hear me talk. I don't know why, but other people don't want to hear me talk, and they just want to hear the story. So this is your chance to

listen to the stories without me running my mouth. I have done this is because two or three reasons. Number One, those older stories that I recorded three, four or five years ago, the audio is poor on them because I didn't know what I was doing. I could barely read. I can barely read now, but I really couldn't read

very well back then. Number Three, there's a lot of new people who are following the YouTube side of this, who have never heard those stories, and they're not going to go back in my library and just start listening to older podcasts. It's just the nature of YouTube. Once a video is released, it kind of loses its stam after about a week, week and a half, and then it's kind of lost to the age is it's in the library and you can always click on it, but

people just lose interest. They want to listen to something new. And so the third reason I'm doing this was because there's a lot of new people following along the podcast. I don't want them to miss these stories. I think they'll enjoy them. Here's what I'm doing. You're going to see over the next two three videos pop up, and in big letters on the thumbnail there will be archive one, Archive two, Archive three, and in the title is going to be the same Arcive one two all the way

up to one hundred. If you think or if you've listened to every single story I've ever done, you can skip those videos. But if you haven't heard all the stories and you're new to the channeler have come along in the last couple of years and you haven't gone back in my library and listened to some really cool, really good stories. I'm re uploading those for you. That's it. I'm just laying this out so I don't get any blowback in the comments section. But it's coming. I know

it's coming. And then my newer podcast will just have my regular thumbnails. There'll be something unique. It'll be if you just scan through my video list now, you'll see what my thumbnails look like. I have a theme. I have kind of a I have the same thing going on every time. But if it's an archived podcast, it will say archive sixty eight, archive eighty two. If you've already heard them, you don't have to listen to them.

I don't want to be redundant, but sometimes I try to be really clear when I talk about something new i'm doing, because inevitably someone misunderstands. Almost every time, and I get these comments, Oh, you're quitting the podcast. Nope, didn't say that. Oh you hate cats, No, never said I hate cats. Oh you change every story that you've ever done. No, we don't change any stories at all. It's like all this stuff kind of floats around and I get these comments, and I never understand where this

stuff comes from. So I'm trying to be really clear, really thorough in what I'm telling you. The videos that you see that are archive videos will say archive number whatever. The title will say archive number what. Ever, if you've already heard them, you can skip them. You don't have to comment and say I quit upload and old stuff and why are you regurgitating your old stuff? Don't make that comment. There's no reason to do that because I've

already warned you they're gonna say archive. If you've already heard them, you just go ahead and skip to the next video. You don't have to waste your time making a comment. There's no need to do that. Just don't watch the video, all right. I wanted to be really clear. I think I have been. I can't wait to hear or see some of the comments I get on this. All that said, I love you guys. I think these older stories are just as good as anything new I'm doing.

And the audio is remastered. They sound really good. There's no music, there's no talking, there's just the stories. And for people who like that, I hope you enjoyed it. All right, I'm gonna shut up. Appreciate you listening to this podcast, and we'll see on the next one. Thanks