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Jun 19

Standing right behind me was a creature

I’m probably going to regret telling this story. Everyone I know will probably laugh me out of the country. I myself for many years would hooraw and laugh every time someone would mention these creatures. Here it goes. I live in Northeast Texas not far from Texarkana. I haved lived in the Texarkana area for quite some time. I don’t coonhunt anymore my business has become more demanding. Coonhunting is a sport that really demands a lot of time. I found I didn’t have the time to devote to it so I got rid of my Walker hounds. I was so into the sport at one time I had hunting Licenses in 3 states. I had several Night Champions to my credit.

Several years ago on a cold night in Jan/Feb I believe it was in 2000 – don’t remember the exact date. I was coonhunting in Miller County, Arkansas. I don’t know exactly how far from Mercer Bayou we were but I know we were in an area the ole timers call Thornton Wells. While we were hunting in this flooded timber, our dogs split treed. I went to my dogs who had treed on the other side of the swamp.The other guys went to their dogs on the other side. I got to the tree my dogs were treeing at and looked at my coon and caught my dogs.

Everthing seemed ok so I decided to amble back toward the others. I could just barely hear their dogs treeing way across the bayou. Suddenly I heard something walking in the flooded timber. (Bare in mind this whole area is 8-15 inches flooded with brackish swamp water.) I could tell by the gate that it was someone coming in the flooded woods. So I called out to them thinking it must of been one of my hunting companions. To my dismay no one answered – instead all I heard was a deep throated gurgling growl and the awfullest putrid smell.

The smell was like when you kill a wild hog and grab him by the hind leg and then you give out dragging him and put your hand up to your nose and the smell knocks you over. I also heard a whining kind of a whistling sound. My dogs were on my leash and were whimpering. Now these weren’t just any dogs. These were UKC Lipper bred Walkers, they probably weighed in at close to a 100lbs.They would could rip a 20lb coon apart. Yet there they were cowardly crouched behind my legs whimpering. I knew I had seen them tear coyotes to shreads that had tried to come into a tree where they were treeing. I couldn’t understand it. Still in all I was not concerned about any of this and got my dogs and started back across the swamp.

After a few mintues I heard this sound of someone or something walking in the water again. So I stopped and turned around and standing right behind me was a creature of immense size. He must have been at least 8 or 9 ft tall. He was covered from head to toe with a real dark hair and when my coonbuster coon light hit in the eyes his eyes glowed like a deer in a spotlight. Talking about the hair on the back of your neck standing up, I was scared. I don’t ever remember being that scared. He made a hissing sound and reached down and took his hand and started scooping water and throwing it up at me and making a deep throaty noise.

My dogs started chomping at the leash and growling trying to get at it, having regained their bravery. I grabbed the leash and tore out across that swamp so scared that for awhile I went in the wrong direction. I got to a big Cypress knee and caught my breath. I could hear the thing behind me sounded like it was about a 100 yards or so back. It followed me for a ways then after a while I could hear it across the bayou making a moaning sound and moving away slowly. I got my breath and my compass and my bearings and started back to the truck. When I got there I didn’t say a word to my friends about what I saw and heard for fear they would laugh me down. Needless to say I never returned to Thorton Wells nor do I plan to. For a long time I kept this to myself I even had nightmares about it. The only person I ever told was an old coonhunter from Doddridge, Ark. He’s dead and gone now but I do remember something he said to me that day. He said, if you’re smart you’ll keep that to yourself I know from experience that people will laugh at you and call you a liar. I’ve hunted in the Sulphur River bottoms many nights but never have I seen anything like that before or since. I’m not one for tall tales but I thought I would share this terrifying ordeal with you all because it seems we might have something in common.

 

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19 Responses to “Standing right behind me was a creature”

  3. SHANNON D

    Thanks you Sir!! I read your account in Lyles Blackburn’s book, “The Beast of Boggy Creek”.. I night hunt for coyotes alone, I can not imagine running into a booger!!

  6. Martin Z

    Not funny at all but definitely interesting. That goes to show that these things aren’t always interested in killing. In my opinion this creature was only curious or wanted you out of his area. If I were that big and powerful, I would walk right up to you too. Lol.

  7. Frankie P

    How scary! Thank you for sharing your story. That is a real interesting area to be in, and I don’t doubt that bigfoot would find it to be a perfect home/hunting ground.

  9. Paula B

    Great story, sorry for your terrifying experience. Thanks for sharing. I grew up in that area, but never heard about bigfoot til I saw
    the Patterson Gimlin film.

  18. Greg T

    I’m originally from Texarkana and had a lot of relatives on the Arkansas side in Miller Co. that hunted and fished nonstop. Most of that side of the family have passed so no one to ask if they had experiences. That was back when there wasn’t Internet or outlets to know about these things. There are a few left that I plan to share this with. I spent a lot of time near the Sulfur River on the Texas side near Redwater. I love that part of the country. Great story.

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