A listener writes “My father purchased a piece of land as a family legacy in 2020. We visit at least twice a month for 3-4 days at a time. It is a remote property about 3 miles north of Choctaw Hunting Lodge as the crow flies on New State Mountain.
It is well off Hwy 63, through a series of locked gates on a 4 mile stretch of rugged ridgeline road until you reach our property. Our tract is surrounded by thousands of acres of private recreational land, all off-grid and undeveloped. We have made friends with all of our surrounding “neighbors” that share easements and a few roads.
You can see several Oil & Gas well pads on maps around our land. Aside from the 4×4 roads, the whole property is covered in dense pine and hardwood foliage, on steep and rolling terrain. A Honda civic could not access the deep parts of these private roads. I would not share these details of the location publicly but I wanted to help you find it on Google Earth/maps.
Back in late November 2022 I took two close friends to hunt hogs on the property. One is a Marine Corps veteran and the other a lifelong civilian, same as me. We all worked together in the Firearms industry, so each of us were well versed with all platforms of firearms.
At this time we had owned the property for over 2 years and it was mostly undeveloped, aside from a pipeline road, and some seismic/jeeps trails traversing parts of the property. There was an old trailer with a covered patio on the property when my father bought it, so this was our base camp when visiting.
We used the trailer for storage, the patio for cooking, and the adjacent woods was where we set up our tents. This particular weekend we set up cots on the patio and slept there to enjoy the open air of the mountains.
The first night around 10pm we walked from the trailer down a 4x trail about 150yards to a meadow where we had a deer feeder set up. We all had thermal scopes on our rifles and thermal monocular to scan the meadow until we spotted pigs. We stayed put for about 3 hours until we all decided to head back to camp due to a lack of activity. We sat around the campfire between the trailer and the woods for a few hours talking smack and sharing stories. Around 3am one of my buddies was ready to call it a night and crawled into his sleeping bag on the patio. My other friend followed suit shortly after while I extinguished the fire.
As I dispersed the coals and dumped some water into the fire pit, we heard a loud “WHOOOP” from down the mountain. It sounded like it came from the meadow where we were previously hunting. We all froze for about 20 seconds and then confirmed that we all heard the sound.
I have listened to many interviews with people who have heard something similar. It was one single whoop, but sounded exactly like the sierra sounds, low to higher pitch with about a second in duration. It was a booming and encapsulating sound, although not super close to us. I told my friends I thought it was a Sasquatch.
I returned a loud “Whoop” but we heard nothing. They were both skeptics at the time but seemed uneasy about what we heard. My marine friend wasn’t very phased, wrote it off and passed out soon after. My other friend grabbed his rifle and wanted to hike out to see what it was. I told him there is no way in hell I would put us in that situation, having heard stories of hunters disappearing and bullets having little to no effect aside from pissing them off.
I stayed up for another 30 minutes as he named animals it could have been, concluding it was nothing he’s ever heard. We both crawled into our sleeping bags. My cot was set up on the end of the patio closest to the woods about 20 feet away. I’m surprised I dozed off at all.
I woke up around what I believe was 5:30am and still pitch black outside. It was about 19 degrees out and it was dead silent. No wind in the trees, no noise at all. I had my thermal scanner on my side but I felt such an intense sense of dread, I didn’t sit up to look through it at the surrounding woods. I didn’t move a muscle and waited until sunrise, wide awake.
I rebuilt the fire at first light and waited for my friends to crawl out of their sleeping bags. We briefly talked about what we heard hours earlier. They both seemed uninterested in the bigfoot topic, but I encouraged them to look up the sierra sounds when they got home and listen to some encounter interviews.
They are both believers now, with no doubt that what we heard was a sasquatch. We returned to work the following Monday and told a few other guys about it. Many coworkers were ex-military and experienced hunters. A select few were believers and did not doubt our experience, while many others gave us hell about it for months but we didn’t care.
I still go up to the property every other weekend, but now we have a cabin to sleep in. I don’t know if I will ever sleep in the open air on the property ever again. I still can’t believe I slept outside that night to be honest.
I apologize for the long winded anecdote, but this was a night I will never forget. I hope to have another experience in the future, but I do not intentionally seek them out.”
Timothy D
Great story. Thanks for sharing.
Do miss Friday Night SC.
Glen K
( New Jersey) The survey says, this takes place in Oklahoma.
Chad W
I believe you’re correct. About a dozen or so miles SE of McAlester. It’s a remote area, for sure.
Charles R
And probably works at the U.S. Army Ammunition Plant.
Lisa H
Thanks for sharing
STEVE W
For me, Nothing is creepier than to have the woods go completely silent on you, The surrounding energy
causes extreme fear, Even a gun in your hand does not prevent it