Spoke to the eyewitness and he wanted to remain anonymous. He said that he said this happened to him back in 1974. Here is the account of what happen.
A listener writes: “MY ENCOUNTER HAPPENED IN 1974’, AND I WAS 21 YEARS OLD. IN 47 YEARS, I’VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE ABOUT THIS ENCOUNTER, AND I STILL DEAL WITH SOME PTSD. I NEEDED A LITTLE DOWN TIME AWAY FROM MY OILFIELD JOB.
SO, I PLANNED A VACATION TO “ BEAVERS BEND STATE PARK “ IN SOUTHEAST, OKLAHOMA DURING THE FIRST WEEK OF MARCH IN 1974’ – MY PREGNANT WIFE ( OF 6 MONTHS ) AND I HAD PLANNED TO TENT CAMP ON THE “ MOUNTAIN FORK RIVER “ BELOW THE DAM ON BROKEN BOW LAKE FOR FOUR DAYS.
SO, I RENTED THE FARTHEST SOUTH TENT SITE, WHICH WAS ABOUT 30 YARDS FROM A CEMENT DAM ON THE RIVER – THIS MADE THE UPPER PORTION DEEPER FOR SWIMMING, BETTER KAYAKING AND FISHING.
WE HAD JUST BEAUTIFUL WEATHER WITH LOWS IN THE LOW TO MID 50’s AND HIGHS OF 65* TO 70 DEGREES. THE FIRST TWO DAYS WERE JUST TERRIFIC, WE HAD FRESH FISH FOR BREAKFAST AND DINNER BOTH DAYS.
ON THE MORNING OF THE THIRD DAY: I GOT UP AT 5:00 am, MADE A POT OF COFFEE. I HAD TWO CUPS AND THEN GRABBED MY TACKLE BOX, ROD & REEL AND A 5 GALLON BUCKET TO PUT MY CATCH IN, AS I HAD DONE THE TWO DAYS PRIOR.
I WALKED DOWN TO THE CEMENT DAM, WHERE I HAD FISHED THE PREVIOUS TWO DAYS. THIS MORNING, I HAD ABOUT AN 8 mph BREEZE BLOWING IN MY FACE FROM THE SOUTHEAST.
THE SUN WAS JUST STARTING TO RISE WHEN I MADE MY FIRST CAST, USING AN INLINE SINGLE SPINNER 1 oz. LURE ( called a Shister Lure ) WHITE WITH BLACK DOTS AND A WHITE HORSE HAIR SKIRT – OVER A BARBLESS TREBLE HOOK.
AFTER FISHING FOR ABOUT 25 MINUTES, I HAD CAUGHT A 3 lb. SMALLMOUTH BASS AND 2 RAINBOW TROUT OF ABOUT 2 lbs. EACH.
I HAD PLANNED ON CATCHING ONE MORE FISH AND THEN CALL IT QUITS.
I WENT TO MAKE ANOTHER CAST AND MY LURE HUNG UP BEHIND ME ON WHAT I THOUGHT WAS A TREE LIMB.
SO, I TURNED LOOKING UP TO SEE WHERE MY LURE HAD CAUGHT THE LIMB. BUT ( ALL I COULD SEE WAS A WALL OF CINNAMON BROWN HAIR ) ABOUT 4’ FROM ME. MY LURE HAD HUNG UP ON THE UPPER LEFT CHEST OF SOMETHING THAT I DIDN’T KNOW EXISTED. IT WAS AT LEAST 11’ TALL, 5’ WIDE ACROSS THE SHOULDERS AND AT LEAST 1,100 lbs., ITS BISEPS WERE AS BIG AS MY WAIST, & I HAD A 32” WAIST.
MY EYES MOVED UP TO ITS FACE. IT HAD A CONICAL SHAPED HEAD, THE EYES WERE AS BIG AS A COKE CAN AND RED. IT WAS LOOKING DOWN AT ME AND SNARLING, IT’S TEETH WERE AS BIG AS A HORSES TEETH AND HAD ONLY SLIGHTLY PRONOUNCED EYE TEETH.
HIS HEAD LOOKED TO BE AT LEAST 2 1/2 TIMES THE SIZE OF MY HEAD. I COULD NOT MOVE, I COULD FEEL AND HEAR A VERY LOW GROWL THAT SEEMED TO RATTLE MY BONES WITH A PRESSURE ALL OVER MY BODY, THAT I CAN’T EXPLAIN. AT THIS MOMENT, I TRULY BELIEVED THAT MY LIFE WAS OVER, WES! I COULDN’T SPEAK OR SCREAM, BUT I REMEMBER THINKING “ OH MY GOD, I AM SO SORRY “ FOR HURTING YOU !
THEN, LIKE TURNING OFF A LIGHT SWITCH, EVERYTHING WENT BLACK, AND I PASSED OUT.
I BELIEVE THAT WAS ABOUT 6:30 am…WHEN I WOKE UP, IT WAS 7:00 am…I FELT DRAINED OF ENERGY AND I HAD A TERRIBLE HEADACHE.
I SAT UP, SHAKING UNCONTROLLABLY LOOKING AROUND AND SAW THAT MY TACKLE BOX HAD BEEN SMASHED FLAT, MY ROD WAS BROKEN INTO 4 PIECES AND THE THREE FISH THAT I HAD CAUGHT WERE TAKEN OUT OF MY BUCKET.
AFTER REGAINING MY COMPOSURE: I FOUND 2 FOOT PRINTS WHERE THAT HUGE BASTARD HAD BEEN STANDING. I HAD A MEASURING TAPE; SO, I MEASURED BOTH PRINTS @ 22.5“ LONG , 10” ACROSS THE BALL OF THE FOOT AND 7” ACROSS THE HEAL. I HAD NEVER SEEN A FOOTPRINT SO HUGE ! I WAS STILL SHAKING UNCONTROLLABLY, AND I HAD TO JUST GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THERE ! SO, I PICKED UP ALL OF MY CRUSHED AND BROKEN FISHING EQUIPMENT AND CARRIED ALL OF IT TO A TRASH BEN. THEN WALKED BACK TO CAMP, POURED MYSELF ANOTHER CUP OF COFFEE, AND WAITED FOR MY WIFE TO WAKE.
I POURED HER A CUP OF COFFEE, AND SHE ASKED, HOW WAS THE FISHING THIS MORNING?
I EXPLAINED TO HER THAT DURING THE NIGHT, SOMEONE HAD CAME INTO CAMP, AND TAKEN ALL OF MY FISHING GEAR. SHE WAS PISSED, BUT THAT WAS A LOT BETTER THAN ME TRYING TO EXPLAIN ABOUT WHAT I HAD ACTUALLY SEEN AND WHAT TRANSPIRED DOWN AT THE RIVER.
AT THIS POINT, I WAS STILL FEELING SO VERY LUCKY TO BE ALIVE & BREATHING ! SO, I HAD ONE MORE CUP OF COFFEE, AND THEN TOLD MY WIFE THAT I WASN’T FEELING QUITE UP TO PAR, AND THAT I WAS JUST READY TO GO HOME.
I CAN’T HELP BUT BELIEVE THAT THIS CREATURE HAD BEEN WATCHING ME CATCH FISH AND JUST WANTED MY CATCH. TO THIS DAY, I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE HOW THAT S.O.B. SNUCK UP BEHIND ME.
SINCE THE ENCOUNTER, I’VE HAD NIGHT TERRORS; AT LEAST, 3 OR 4 TIMES A MONTH FOR YEARS. NOW, ONLY WITHIN THE LAST COUPLE OF YEARS, THEY HAVE DECREASED TO 1 OR 2 A MONTH. I’VE HAD AN INTEREST IN FINDING OUT MORE ABOUT WHAT IT WAS THAT TOOK MY LOVE OF THE OUTDOORS.”