A listener writes “Hi. I’m Rhonda I’m from NE Oklahoma. A little town called Jay,Oklahoma. I was never really a big Bigfoot believer.
Until the fall of 1985…Me and 3 of my friends were wild mushroom hunting. We drove to a place called the Game Refuge. The guys told me and my friend Shell go stay with the car and they were going to walk out further in the woods and look. Me and Shell went back to the car and was just sitting on the hood, enjoying the weather and talking.
I didn’t say anything to her at first, but I was watching two little boys watching us from across the road. One was dark haired the other a darker red hair color and their faces were dirty. They seemed harmless. They were just watching right behind the brush line. After a bit I kinda whispered, do you see those two little boys watching us from across the road? She said, the brown and red headed ones? I said, yeah, those. She then said they crossed the road and they are right behind the trees directly in front of us. (about 40 yards in front of us) and sure enough, there they were. We both looked straight forward and there they went, running down the hill.
We were talking about why would they be there, where were the parents? One thought was, maybe their parents were cutting wood some where close. We listened and couldn’t here any chainsaws….maybe they were out looking for mushrooms too…we looked up and down the road and couldn’t see any cars…so, we just sat on the car waiting for the guys to get back.
About 15 minutes later, we here the guys yelling and running towards us, get in the car! Get in the car! They pretty much manhandled us in the car and we took off, like a bat out of hell.
They guys were shaking, out of breath, white as sheets, and quiet. (we’re Cherokee Indians,but they were white as sheets) We get to a little town called Kenwood, and they’ve calmed down enough to tell us what happened.
They were coming up the hill because they didn’t find any mushrooms, and they heard something running. They seen two little boys running down the hill and run behind a huge brush pile. Being concerned for their safety, they went to check on them. They go behind the brush pile and run right into the momma we’re guessing, it let’s out a yell that drains the color out of them. They turn and take off running up the hill with the mom right behind them. They almost top the hill and our friend larry yells Dan she’s got me!! Dan grabs larry arm and yanks with all his strength and pulls larry from its grip. That’s when they are yelling for us to get in the car. I asked Larry, did it really get a hold of you. He took his flannel jacket off and showed me, the entire bottom of his flannel jacket was ripped off.
A few years later we finally told our story to some of the elders. The elders have always said, the game refused area is so huge and dense, you don’t know what’s out there. And it dawned on me, maybe the little ones faces weren’t dirty, they were just now getting hair on their faces.
Theres my story.”