Sasquatch Chronicles - SC EP:935 Watch Out For The Wood Boogers

Episode Date: March 11, 2023

Marshall writes "My friend and I went walking from his family farm across the road to his grandfather's hunting land which was formerly a dog training area, high fences, used for training dogs to run foxes and coyotes. They would trap them and then have the dogs trail them. That all stopped many years before we came along. My best friend (I'm gonna call him Chad to protect his real name as he is now an army sgt and I don't want this to have an effect on his career, we also no longer speak much it's been more than a year since we last spoke.) Told me that we could go into the old fox pen to squirrel hunt that day. So we took off with a single shot 20 ga and a pump pellet rifle. We noticed several things were very wrong once we got in there. Firstly, there was absolute silence throughout the forest. We're talking about a 20-30acre tract of land that again has 8ft fences all the way round and three main lanes that meet a fire lane that encircles. There were no birds, no crickets no nothing. If I remember right it was early in the year march I think bc squirrel season had just reopened. It was cold and overcast, still we expected to see at least a bird but nope nothing. After about an hour of walking around, we came to the third lane (we went down the first, turned and walked up the middle lane, and then proceeded down the far lane which usually the deerhunters that since the fox pens closure don't even hunt) about 5 minutes into our slow walk, we both had this electric feeling… seriously we thought lightning was about to strike nearby or something we were totally wigged out. We looked at each other and suddenly smelled the most godawful stench waft through the trees on a breeze. Within a minute of smelling that we hear/see what I can only describe as Paul Bunyan pissed off knocking down a tremendous pine tree. It started with a roar , I mean "RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH" with the sound of the wood splintering started about 1/3 the way through the roar. We could only see the top of the tree from where we were it was I'm guessing about 200 yards away from us in the deepest part of the area near the border fence. We watched/felt the tree fall and went into full panic. We ran the half mile back to the farmhouse where his grandfather lived and we were so scared we were in tears. That was it for the first encounter. His grandad laughed at us saying something like "yeahhh heeehee , told y'all bout the woodboogahs" Fast forward about 2 years and a couple months, I believe it was early spring – we were having abnormal flooding in the swamps due to torrential rain for days at a time. Everything was coming out the swamps, and our favorite passtime in the afternoons and nights was riding up and down the dirt roads of the local hunting clubs with buckets – the back creeks and ditch lines all ran together with the flooding swamp waters and pushed crawfish and catfish- etc up into the middle of the roads. We'd ride along with spotlights and jump out in our boots to catch them and then use them as fishing bait later on. One such night, we decided to walk up to the edge of the main road from his trailer house on the dirt road. It bordered a cotton field that split and became a soybean field. We were walking back from spotlighting the soybean field and I had to pee, Chad told me he was feeling uneasy and wasn't waiting for me so I started literally peeing as I walked backwards behind him. Midstream- something …MUCH bigger than a cow or deer EXPLODED out of the ditch line to my right. It was so heavy we felt the footfall all the way to the middle of the cotton field. The trees and brush erupted and we heard something exhaling super hard like "WOOOHFFWOOFFFF." It was cloudy and raining lightly but the moon was near full so there was some ambient light, enough that the cotton was illuminated in the field. When this thing took off it went straight across the cotton and what we saw from the road (we froze in fear for enough time to see it then bolted for his front yard about 300yards from where we were) was a HUGE black silhouette on two legs sprinting faster than Usain Bolt. We felt it's footfall even as it reached the tree line on the far side of the field.

It looked like somebody was bent over and had their head in the window of the deer blind and it either heard me or smelt me and he pulled his head out of the tent and stood straight up and that shocked me. They don't make people that that big. The way it moved, almost as if it was gliding across the beach. I've never seen anything moves like that in my life. They were screaming at each other in gibberish. It sounded like a language and they were chuntering away back and forwards, back and forwards, back and forward.

I know what a bear looks like and there is no way on this planet that what I saw were bears. What are you reporting? Get somebody out here. What's going on now, sir? That's son of a bitch is about six years. It's about six foot nine. I don't know. Do you see a bouncer? Yes, I'm looking right in it. Uh-uh.

Well, hello, my fellow believers. This is Luke from Bend, Oregon, and I got a fever, and the only prescription is more Sasquatch Chronicles. Welcome to the show, everyone. Thanks for being here tonight. Got a great show plan for you. We're going to be chatting with Marshall. And Marshall comes to us from South Carolina, and between 2011 and 2015, you know, He had very strange experiences on his best friend's property, and they were growing up together,

and they ended up actually seeing the creature on a few occasions. And so I asked if Marshall would come on and kind of share those experiences. If you've had an encounter and he'd like to be on the show, shoot me an email. My email address is Wes at Sasquatch Chronicles.com. And if you get a chance to check out Sasquatch Chronicles.com, you can become a member and get additional shows. Let's jump into it tonight. I want to welcome Marshall to the show.

Marshall, thanks for coming on. Thank you very much for having me, Wes. It's been a long time coming. And Marshall, I know that all of this took place on your friend's property, and we're going back to between 2011 and 2015, a lot of different things happened to you guys. If you would, just kind of start from the very beginning. kind of walk me into this first incident and tell me a little bit about the property.

It was my best friend that I were on his granddad's property and for the sake of everyone involved, but they probably wouldn't like it if I use their names and such. And we'd discuss that, but I'm just going to kind of try to steer clear of name and names. We'll call him, I don't know, Chad. So Chad and I were hanging out after school like we always did. And he decided, hey, man, you want to go plinking in the woods, which meant take our 22, or well, he had a 20-gauge single shot, and I had a little hell of a rifle at his, a little break barrel.

Well, let's go plink, which means shoot at random stuff, and shoot leaves down, maybe we'll go squirrel hunting, and it ended up turning into a squirrel hunt, and his grandfather gave us permission to go into what he called his fox pen, which was this fenced off. It had like an eight-foot high fence with hot wire running through it. And the fence had long since kind of, you know, broken up and trees had fallen on it, so there was down fence everywhere,

and he kind of just turned it out to the local hunters, all his nephews and grandkids and such. And, of course, he told my friend Chad, he said, you know, yeah, you'll go in there just, you know, don't go around after dark, that kind of thing. We didn't think anything of that. He always said stuff like that. You know, don't mess around out there at night. You know, if you're going to go back into a certain spot, let me know.

And we just wrote it off as well, so I don't shoot at you. Well, I think now looking back, I think it might have been a little bit more to that. Chad's grandfather had lived out there for a very long time. I think he probably was born in the house that he lived in. And he was a farmer that owned most of the land around there and the people that owned it had bought it from him. Like anyone that owned other property within probably, I don't know, at least two, 300 acres of his house, of his little small farm,

he'd sold it to him. So this was the man to talk to do if you wanted to know about the land in the area. And he gave his permission to go out there and go squirrel on, whatever we wanted to do, just to come at four dark. Yes, sir. I want to say we were 13 or 14 at the time. I'm 26 now. When we got there, the very first thing we noticed is that there is no activity of any kind.

There is no sign of life anywhere. And typically when we go back there, even when it's cold, the bugs are just insane. And the mosquitoes and all sorts of things, even in the dead winter. It's just, you know, you're a warm body there. They're going to come out the mud. There wasn't a mosquito in the area. There wasn't a nocum, none of that, no birds. And this place is, it's a deciduous forest.

It's got pine trees. You've got oaks. And of course, his granddad had planted all sorts of stuff. He had chestnuts back there and pecan trees everywhere, pherom trees to bring the deer in. And there should have been squirrels. Like, that was the point. We were hoping to get like two or three to bring to his granddad to say,

thank you for letting us go shooting your wood because he loved to eat them. We did too, but whatever. No sign of anything. We walked around for a good hour at least, if memory serves or not, and this place had three main lanes that ran through it, and then one fire lane that completely encompassed the whole area and joined the middle road. And each of the roads were really a fire lane,

but they were also the road that you drove your Borgle Drive down when you're running the dogs. And the further we went in there, the more creepy it felt. It just something didn't feel right. I remember this really bad smell and I don't even want to say wet dog I want to say more like this is kind of morbid but if you've ever passed a dead dog

on the highway with your wind is down it has a very distinct smell doesn't matter the type of dog canine decomp smells a very particular way and you know doing crawl spaces how I'm getting very familiar with different forms of decomp dead rat smells like dead rat

dead cat smells like dead cat but that is kind of the smell of the smell it came across. It was just this, like, really stark thing that wasn't familiar to us. We'd never smelled it before, really, but it smelled kind of familiar and it smelled dangerous. It smelled bad. It gives you that, I guess, instinctual feeling of, oh, that might have infection or that, like, make your hair stand up. I don't even know how to describe this, but it kind of wafted through, and that had us on edge. I'm not going to lie, but we, again, didn't think of Bigfoot, so we weren't even considering that. We're like, what's that bad smell? Maybe somebody shot a deer and left it.

Let's see if we can go find it and maybe we'll get a horn off of it or something. Just country boy stuff. The first encounter was this horrible guttural, just this, ooh, like, I mean, it was terrifying. And we know cougars. We know what a panther sounds like. They say mountain lions don't exist in South Carolina. And if they do, they're a Florida panther to migrate. That is a lie. I have seen them with my own eyes. Every member. remember my family has seen them. But when a panther screams, it's this real high-pitched thing. It sounds like a woman.

It was this horrible roar, and then some way through the roar, we could hear wood splintering and crackling. And then we notice that one of the biggest, oldest black pine trees, or I don't know if it's a black pine, the colloquial term is king pine. And these are very, very old select trees that the landowners typically left as like a, you know, well, I don't want to touch one. And we watched it fall as this thing was screaming or roaring.

And we were close enough to it that when it hit the ground, when the tree itself actually crashed through the canopy and it was, it towered over the other trees. I mean, it was, it had a 20, 30 year head start before any of these trees ever started. And when it hit the ground, we felt it in our feet, panicked and just, we screen hauled, boogie ran back to his school. granddad as fast as we could and his granddad lived, I don't know, half a mile from where we were on the property, ran all the way back there, we're both in tears, or both panicking, and his granddad

just is giggling at us, and he said something about, he kind of spoke in a way that was, around here we refer to as Gullah. It's an African-American, what's the word, I guess, colloquial, I don't know, it's a local dialect. And it's almost forgotten. of speaking, but a lot of people still talk that way. And his granddad spoke like that, but it was like that mixed with Creole. So to me, who came, you know, I was a private school kid. Everything was enunciated. And this man, I couldn't hardly understand what he was saying, but I know I heard him say

would bugger. And he was giggling. He thought he was delighted. I mean, the look on his face at us crying, being scared of this thing was like, I don't know. It really made me think over the years. At the time, I was just, I was furious. I was like, he doesn't believe us.

He thinks we're just like making something up. That wasn't the case. He knew. Yeah, it is interesting. He used the term Woodbigger because if you go back through history and he look up like Bigfoot and Sasquatch, it only take you so far. But Woodbigger, Wildman, you know, these terms have been around much longer. What do you make of his behavior?

I mean, it's kind of weird for a guy to laugh at a bunch of kids who are frightened. was a man that got of chasing kids with a cattle prod. Okay, he was just a countryman through and through, and it was just what his, I guess what his folks would have done with him. He never like, he didn't, like, torture the children or something crazy like that. He wasn't like that.

But, you know, he'd run you around the pasture and have the cattle prod out. I'll get you. I'm getting kids. He just was like that. He's just a crazy character. And, like, what I think he got delighted about in our fear was that he knew that now we weren't going to mess. with that thing. And I think

like that's my take on it now. At the time like I said, I was really angry because he didn't believe us. That's what I thought. But later I realized no, not only did he believe us, he knew exactly what we dealt with and he was happy that it ran us out of there because now it's safe from us and our curiosity.

And because we were, we would go wandering all over that place. Prior to that, we would go, he had a pond that I had and actually something else later happened in this pond. He had a place where he'd probably this is a good thing. We don't have names named, but he baited ducks,

which is very illegal, but he baited ducks in this little pond system that he dug, that he connected to some of the swamp channels or the swamp tributaries that rolled through the area. And it would flood up during certain times of the year and he'd go bait the water with corn, and the ducks would come and he'd call all his family

and they'd all go duck hunting in his house. We would go back there and explore that at night. We'd do all kind of stuff, and he hated it because it would mess up his deer hunting, And then it would leave tracks through his sunflower field for his dove hunt. All I can figure is that he was happy to know that we were too terrified to go back there for a while at least and that we weren't going to bother that thing. I personally, I think he probably had a relationship with, like, you know, what would you call it,

an acquaintance ship from a distance. He probably had a mad respect for these things and he probably knew about him since he was a little kid. Hell, his daddy might have told him about him because his dad. Daddy was a different cut of cloth. And same kind of person, same area, same land. But I believe he lived into his 70s, you know, way further back, back into the 20s. That's when he would have been around that area. Yeah, I appreciate the background because it kind of helps me understand his mentality of,

and I've known a few guys like that throughout my life that sound very much like him. when he said Woodbigger, what did you think that meant? I think I associated it with like the boogeyman, and I think I thought he was making fun of us. He was just like, oh, yeah, the boogeyman got you, uh-huh, okay. Yeah, I get it. And I probably would have taken it the same way you did, Marshall. And I thought, man, this old man's breaking my balls and I'm terrified.

And I would have felt the same way. Obviously, he was acknowledging that you guys had seen this thing. You guys are about 13 or 14 years old at this point. And from reading your email, it was about two years later. You guys had another incident happen. Tell me about that. It was, okay, so this was actually between that place, the Foxpen, so it was about a half mile away. The location that we were when we actually witnessed and saw with our eyes the tree fall and heard the roar,

that was about a half a mile. would say roughly from the farmhouse where his granddad resided. And then his house, my friend Chad, lived really wasn't that far, probably three or 400 yards away from that. It was a dirt road that went, it went right through my friend Chad's front yard, and he lived in a little double wide. And across the fields that were in front of his house, there was a ditch on both sides,

and then there was a mixture of trees, all kind of different ones. We had red feeders. and just random stuff of little scrub oaks, turkey oak, stuff like that, just stuff that they, you know, when they clear cut the field, they left a line, kind of like a noise break, I guess, or a courtesy fence sort of on both sides of the ditch, except for the front yard side. And all of it connected to the swamps.

So when the water would rise, it would move out there, and those dirt roads would get covered in water. So that was one of our favorite pastimes. Whenever it would start raining, we'd go out and when it would rain consistently, for a few days. We'd go out at night. I'd go swim the night with him. We'd go out at night. I'd take a cane pole or something with me, you know, to some, or a gig. We did gigging sometimes. The frogs would come out, the big old bullfrogs would jump out on the road with us. And this night, I don't remember what we were doing. I think we were shining a spotlight in the

field to see what we could see. You're just, you know, you're not supposed to do this kind of crap, but we were kids. And we had gone, we walked almost all the way to the highway from his house. Now, his house had a street light, just a telephone pole with a big light on it. It was solar powered, a big blue light that would cast over the yard, but it got real dark on the edges of this light. But I remember we'd gone almost all the way to the highway because we'd gotten to his granddaddy barn. And we were like, all right, this is boring. Let's go back to the house and watch TV. Yeah, sounds good.

Turn around, start walking. And I realize, I've got to pee real bad. He didn't want to stop. He was like, come on, you can make it to the bathroom. And I'm like, no, man, I'm going to pee right here. And he started walking down the road. And he had the only light source. I just, you know, turn around, drop my fly and started taking a leak.

But I was nervous. And I was walking backwards while taking a leak. And about midstream, I hear this horrible, like this, just chuff, huff sound. I don't know how to describe it. It was, it was real. Like it sounded like a bull, like a cow, jumped out of the ditch that was parallel to the road. and tore through the trees and just started running across the field. I couldn't see it at first.

I didn't see anything. I just saw the bushes move. And I screamed. I started running. My boy out. Running backwards at first trying to get my pants zipped up and then just tearing off towards the house. I ran clear past him. And he's screaming, looking back, trying to figure out what I'm running from.

And this thing on the other side of this dirt road was a soybean field and a cotton field. that were kind of backed up against each other. There was a defined line down the middle of this thing where the two fields intersected. It was definitely a full or near full moon night, even though it was very rainy and it was very heavily overcast. It was still brightly lit to a degree. And having been out there in the dark for a while,

we kind of adjusted to it. And when I looked through the trees, I'd almost made it to his yard. He was trailing behind me, running as hard as he could. And I glanced over to my left, hoping to God, I wouldn't see this thing. and what I saw was something, I saw a silhouette moving very quickly in a straight line. It came out of that dark section where the grass, I assume, or the plants that were in one field, I assume were green.

And in the night, it just looked like a black field, the landscape. But on the other side, there was cotton, and it was white. And I remember seeing this defined thing that I can't, it looked like a blob to me. I wish I could say it had a three foot arms or whatever. I wish I could give that detail, but I really couldn't see it, and I'm looking through trees. But I saw something on two legs hauling boogie across that cotton field. And it made it across like a 400, 500-yard stretch of land in moments.

Every time that it bobbed up and down until it got probably three quarters of the way across, you could feel it in the ground. You could feel the footfall. Because I stopped running. As soon as I saw it, I was just in shock. And he caught up to me and kind of looked, and he saw it right as it faded into the trees. And he said, what the hell was that? And weeks go by, we talked about it.

We tried to tell some friends. Everyone called us crazy, and we just let it go. Can I ask you, when you see this thing, and it's upright, and it's on two legs, and it's running, you know, runs past you guys, goes into the field, and it takes off. And it appears to be obviously bigger than a man. But what made you think it wasn't a man? The gate. It didn't look like it was sprinting. It didn't look like it was trying to run as hard as it could.

It looked like it was trotting. But its trot versus my trot, there was a 15x difference. The thing was effortlessly. It's sort of like, what's the word, lope, kind of like a cat, like a big cat with lope, you know, loat. It had its shoulders stooped, and its head was down. down, I'm guessing. Like I said, it looked like a blob to me, like a black blob. It was just a silhouette. But I could see the swinging of one arm at least. I think what it was doing was slapping the brush out of its way or something like that. It had its head down low and it was up and down, but it didn't look like it was trying to run. It looked like it was just like, ooh, unspotted. Time to go. It kind of looked like a gorilla, man, but not on its knuckles. It definitely didn't do a knuckle runner. anything like that. It was up high enough where you could see that one arm was moving over the

cotton. You could see it sway back and forth as it was going. It didn't take him five seconds to clear that field. I mean, it was nutty. I know that you don't know and I don't know, but what do you think set it off? I mean, do you think that the fact that you were peeing is why it reacted that way? Because if it wouldn't have gotten up and taken off, you guys probably would have never seen it. it could have been the noise from it. It could have just been that we got too close. I don't remember. I feel like the first time we walked down the road,

we were on one side of the dirt road. And this dirt road was probably, you know, it's like a typical lane, like about 15 feet, 12 to 15 feet across. But we were, if I remember right, we were on the side away from the field, on the opposite side of the field, of the road kind of skirting the ditch line

with their flashlight looking down in the water, trying to find crawfish and stuff, just being kids. but when we came back down, I feel like we were on the opposing side. Like we went up, we came down one way. All right, let's look in the ditch on the other side on the way up. And the ditch had like a couple feet of water in it at this point. And usually it's bone dry.

So it could have been our positioning. It could have been, you know, just happenstance. We finally got too close and it had been crouching hoping we weren't going to get too close and it just bailed. You know, my initial reaction was, oh, we jumped deer. But then it didn't, you know, a deer makes, it makes a call, I think they call it a snort wheeze. It'll sound like a, like a, phew, phew, and they blow real hard through the nasal passage, and it's a warning to the other deer, time to go.

But this did not do this. This was like a, oh, whoo-woof, like, I don't know how to describe it. It was like an ape. It scared the bejesus out of us. And I don't think me peeing actually triggered it. Like, I don't think it was like a territorial thing. I think if anything, maybe the sound of it startled it and it didn't know what was going on because it was dark. It probably couldn't see us as good as I could see it or vice versa.

Like we probably couldn't see each other very well. It probably knew where we were and that we were the kids that lived on that road. But it probably also, or I guess it might have felt like it didn't, I guess it didn't want to be seen. But then we got close enough that it felt like maybe it would be seen and it hauled boogie. I don't know why it jumped because you're right. If it hadn't jumped, we would have never known it was there. We would never spotted it. It was because where it came out of the bushes was this deep thick.

Well, we referred to it as a thicket. It was a brush pile. So there was like tall grass and bushes and trees and the trees that were there. I don't know. Like I said, it was like holly trees and pine and just random scrub brush kind of stuff. I mean, in South Carolina, there's all kinds of. of trees, but the foliage is what I'm describing here is it was pretty dense. So, like, even if we'd put our light on it, I don't think we would even notice it.

And for some reason, it had no smell. We'd not have a smell that night. Yeah, a lot of eyewitnesses will describe that, that smell you're talking about. Not always. I mean, and it's weird. Do you think if they stink, they would just stink? But I would say most of the time the smell doesn't get reported. There was an incident when you guys were fishing.

Tell me about that. So you remember I described the duck ponds that he baited in the back. I feel like it was the, I feel like it was at least in the same month because it was just torrential rain. And we definitely, because I didn't have a car yet, so we were definitely younger than 17 at this point. And I'd gone to his house or he'd come and got him, you know, we were watching TV and he got this, you know,

he would always get a wild hair and be like, let's go walk. All right. Well, we went back. there and I had my fishing rod with me because he told me we could go back to the ponds the next day but he was like yeah bring it so I'm gonna go night fishing he didn't have any interesting fishing he wasn't like that he just wanted to be outside and we go back and I had brought like a like a they call it an Aberdeen hook it's a little wire hook okay so I'm give you a little a little couple of details about this rod first of all the handle floated

so even if the rod tipped under and was sinking well you know if you dropped it overboard the would still appear at the top like a bobber. And it was a fluorescent red color. The other thing was the hook was this little tiny wire hook. So think of any fish bigger than a pound or two might pull that hook out straight and pop off the hook, not break the line, but pop off the hook. Then we come to the line. The line that was on the reel couldn't have been six-pound test.

And there was nothing in these ponds that was bigger than eight, eight, nine pounds. No way. this thing was six feet deep and about 10 feet across. They were more like channels cut and they kind of weaved and went this way and such. I wish I could describe it better. It's like from an aerial view, it looked like a bunch of the letter C backed up to each other with a creek running them into each other or running up the middle of them connecting them. And then that creek went all the way back up in the woods connected to a pond and then that

pond connected to the swamp. There's just this old land that he connected all the dots to. fill up his little duck hunting zone. But like I said, he'd stocked it a few times with some fish, but he never, his version of stocking wasn't bring a truck up and dump in 500 fish. It was he'd go out fishing somewhere and bring back a bucket of them alive and dump in the thing. So we knew there was something back there, but we didn't know what, but I knew that, you

know, I've been a fisherman on my life. I knew that water did not contain a catfish bigger than eight pounds, nine pounds. No way. It's just too shallow. And the winter, it wouldn't survive. And plus there wouldn't be enough forage in the water for it to survive. Point being, if a fish had took my rod, I would have gotten my rod back that night. And if a fish big enough to grab this thing and pull it hard enough to pull it out of a tree that I had it jammed in,

because I'd cast it out and wedged it in this little low-hanging tree over the water. But it was, I mean, it was really in there. I actually, like, I remember forcing it down into a little notch between where the trunk split off into another trunk. and we had we left it there. I remember we got kind of creeped out because we smelled wet dog. We smelled not that decay smell again, but it was definitely like wet dog.

And we're like, we're thinking coyote. We're thinking a local pack of dogs or something. We heard something kind of splashing around in the distance, but it sounded like a deer or something running. So splash, splash, splash, a little pitter patter, not heavy footfall. Again, we were not thinking big foot.

We were not thinking anything like that. we go back to the house, hang out for a little while, about 5.30 in the morning, we're like, oh, crap, I left my rod back there. Let's go see if I got a fish on. Put our boots on, go on back there, start looking around. There ain't nothing. No birds, you know, early in the morning like that, even if it's rainy. And it was raining constantly through this whole time. It wasn't a steady, like, constant torrential downpour like it had been, but at this point, it was just like a steady drizzle. And the water's up over the dirt road from the ditches at this point. and we go back and I remember looking from a rod with my spotlight and I don't see it in the tree and I'm starting to panic I'm like wait a minute

what the hell because for me a $40 fishing rod was like a piece of gold that was something you don't just lose you don't come home to your granddad

to bought it for you and tell him I lost the rod what happened that a fish pulled it in and I noticed her I left it in the woods and it was gone when I came back that's going to get your butt tore up anyway

I'm looking for my rod. Chad's getting all worried about me. He's like, man, you know, a fish probably pulled it in or something. And I'm like, I don't think so, man. And I start looking at the area around the tree and I kind of lean my light down into the water. And he did try. He had an early android or an early droid. It was one of the phones when it turned on. It said, droid and had the little red light. He tried to take a picture of this depression in the mud, but it didn't really show up. And I know he doesn't have that anymore, sadly, but we did try to photograph this, but it didn't pick up. The water was very murky, but you could kind of see it with the spotlight.

It looked like a heel, but on like a size 15 foot. Like, I mean, whatever left this, and it was right in, like, it was at the base of the tree where the roots went down into the mud. Like this thing had walked up to it, tippy toe or something, careful not to leave foot. prints and reached out to pull the rod out of the tree because the way I had it jammed in there, you kind of had to lean down over the water to get the angle right to pull it out. Because otherwise you'd be fighting the resistance of the tree gripping the rubber handle. And there was, planet's there, it looked like a heel print. And it was so clear to us, you could see what do you call the lines in your palm

and like a thumbprint line, the little lines in your skin. you could see to some degree a little bit around the edges at the top where I guess you imagine a foot with cracked skin, craggy cracked skin around the edges. It looked like that. Like it made us both go, what the hell? And we thought initially, okay, it's his granddad screwing with us. This has got to be his granddad messing with us.

He saw us sneaking back there at the night. When we went back to the house, he must have gone back behind us and took my rod. So we go to his granddad. First thing in the morning. I mean, like first light. We're banging on the door. Comes out there mad as hell. What's wrong with y'all?

And I said, well, let my fishing rod back. I'm sorry. We went back there at night, but we were just horsing around. And he's like, what are you talking about, boy? What do you mean? To my rod. I don't take your damn rod. What do you?

And then he just kind of got this look about him and let it go. I really don't remember how that conversation ended, to be honest with you, because him and Chad started talking. But I was just frustrated. And I remember going back outside and just being mad, kicking dirt. Well, damn, I guess I lost a fishing rod. Somebody stole my rod. And then, like, time went on and we're thinking about it.

And we're like, we literally saw a big footprint. And my fishing rod was gone. I never saw toes in it. Like, it's like it was purposefully walking so that it didn't lead tracks. I think what happened was it reached, out and kind of slipped off the bank and stepped into the mud, but was consciously aware of it enough to, like, keep its toes up because it was this deep heel depression. It just made me feel like it didn't mean to do that.

Maybe it slid off the bank, or maybe it was standing on one of the roots, and it slipped and stepped real hard into the water and then pulled itself up on the branch or something. Yeah, that is strange about your fishing pole. the whole thing just kind of disappearing and, you know, it's private property. I can't imagine someone came along, but finding the impression to where your fishing pole was at, it's strange. It really makes you wonder what it probably may have taken this thing. And I know it's hard to say a lot of, you know, this property, I know this is happening,

events are happening to you guys, but they are sparsed out. So it's like every year, every two years, there's something happening. I kind of understand why you guys are out there, you know, going back out there and, you know, just kind of being dumb kids. The last incident that happened, how old were you when this happened? I don't think I graduated yet. My time stamp is simply that the girl that he was dating at the time, he did not date after high school. And that makes me feel like we were both 18 senior year. And he was driving around his Jeep commander.

He called me up in the middle of the night, just laughing. But it wasn't like a joke laugh. It wasn't like he was stoned or something. And he wasn't like that. He also, he was the type he didn't do, like he went straight to military after high school. He wasn't the type to smoke weed. He wasn't the type to get drunk. He'd drink with you sometimes.

But like he was a pretty straight shooter. He was a good kid. And it was one of the absolute best friends. So like I trust him when he tells me stuff like this. We'd had too many things happen together for him to just mess with me. The girl who also was a pretty serious straight. shooting kid was in tears. I could hear her on the background on the call.

She was very upset. She wanted to leave. She didn't want to be there anymore. And it was clear from what I was hearing in the background, him and her arguing. He was trying to drive around. He was trying to turn around and go back down that area. I think he was trying to drive into that fox pen to go look and see if they'd catch it crossing the fire lane.

I think he was trying to head it off at the pass, so to speak, and see if it jumped across the road again. his words were something to the effect of Marshall, I saw her, I saw her. And I'm like, her, what are you talking about? And I can hear the girl crying in the background. I want to go home. I just let's go home.

And he's like, Mark, she had memories. She had boobs. She had tits, Marsh. And I'm like, what? And he was telling me that he was somewhere between the chicken pen and his granddad's farm and this sucker jumped across the road in front of him. like like he there was a curve i think i know where he's talking about but i never really pinpoint in it with him um because like when he went military we largely parted ways he just

he went about a different life and i think he was in a curve on the highway and as his headlights came around the curve it must have startled it and it was probably moving already to good speed and it just was figured well i'm going to jump across the road and it wasn't quick enough and he caught it in the headlights and he said he saw it it bounded twice so this is a two lane typical highway just a country highway so probably what 30 feet across and he

he said it took two bounds across the road so like one that was kind of a stumbling one at the beginning and then one big one and kind of like the headlights hit it fully and it stopped short and then jump real hard and was gone and he said when it hit the bushes

it just completely disappeared he said it was this reddish brown color um he said it was like thick matted hair. He didn't see a face because it looked away from the light. It turned its head and I just, I would kill. I wish so much that he had like a dash cam or something because God,

we waited all our life for this moment and I wasn't there and he didn't have proof. And I had to just trust him. I believe him to this day. But when he said Marshall, she had pits, I lost it. I was like, what?

he saw they weren't you know like big budish his boobs but they were well defined memories

like they were swinging as it ran and I even I remember asking them I was like you know

what was the hair like on the on the tits what did it look like did they have hair on the face and that's how I got

to the point where he's like well it wasn't looking at me it looked away and he's like Mars you know it happened in like a second

I can't really describe it much more and I'm like well you know I wanted to dissect and he wanted to just tell me that it happened so that I'd have some kind of closure that it was real and I'm like he's ready to drop it and be done with it because he's like a granddad leave him alone I'm over here like I need proof that I'm not crazy and yeah yeah yeah so that that was how we came to the conclusion that this thing was probably a curious young female that was part of a larger group that had some fixation on us because well honestly we were the only things that would go walking around that weren't shooting big guns. Everybody else that walked around in those woods shot deer with big rifles or shotguns.

So us being little kids with a, you know, he had a 20-gay shotgun, but he rarely ever shot that thing. I was mostly the pellet gun. And I figured this thing probably recognized that we were in our use and it was probably in its use. Because he also told me that it wasn't real tall. He said it wasn't, it wasn't huge. It was like six, seven feet tall. He said it was kind of stooped when it ran. That was another thing. I did ask him, like, you know, what did the arms look like? Because I was trying to pick it apart. It was almost like he didn't want to tell him. But it was, I think it might have been just like he was trying to hush his girl. And we discussed it later. But, you know, afterwards, he kind of just was like, man, you know, it happens so fast. That's his

attitude towards it now. I was like, dude, that was so long ago. I don't, I don't even think about that stuff anymore. And it's really sad for me because, like, I'm like, dude, you're, you are my link to this. You know, you were the common denominator that made it real for me. If you weren't in it, I might have thought I hallucinated the whole thing. Yeah, it's too bad that you guys kind of broke up. You know, I know he went in the military and you guys don't really talk a whole lot anymore. Did you ever go back to that property after you had this phone call with him? New Year in high school, I would go hunting out there a lot.

There was, this was probably, because we were starting the split ways, because I remember he graduated early and then he had like a couple of weeks where we hung out a lot and then he went off to boot camp he went off to Basic and after he went to basic I did not go out there alone anymore

I didn't go talk to his granddad and none of that but prior to that so like the first half of my senior year I had a car and my granddad and my dad had also given me a hunting rifle taught to his granddad got permission to hunt

and I remember the only weird thing that happened, I wrote it off as a big hog because there was one that they had been seeing on their trail cams that I'd actually seen pictures of two off of the trail cams. It was this humongous big black hog, one of those, the hybrid boar, you know, the ones that's like a Eurasian boar crossed with a country pig, and you get this monster that just gets bigger and bigger and eats everything and eats all the soybeans. One of those had wandered on to the property at one point, and that sucker was probably like 600 pounds. there was one night I was coming out of a deer stand and on my way back to my derange and my truck something ran off in the bushes but it actually did grunt and kind of oink

and that's why I wrote it off like it didn't like oint like a piggy but it made a hog sound it made like a it didn't sound like that huffing chuffing and it definitely didn't feel like a thousand pound or 800 pound animal jumping up and down running you didn't feel that

that just something exploded out of the bushes and went tearing off through the swamp as I was walking down the fireland. But, you know, I was an adult. I had a 270 in my hands, and I really wasn't concerned. Scared me a little bit, but, you know, I figured it's the pig he's been talking about. I would have loved to have gotten a shot off. Oh, well, when got my truck in my home?

I think, like, after we parted ways, I kind of didn't talk to his granddad anymore because it felt weird. I really didn't talk to any of his family. I spoke to his mom a couple of times in Walmart, that kind of thing. But, like, I really never bothered him again because I was like, okay, well, if we're not buddies, and I don't have no business out here. I probably could have. I probably could have kept my hunting right too because I had permission to hunt out there whenever I wanted on certain days of the month.

And I just kind of dropped it. Yeah, it's too bad you guys parted ways, you know, after high school. I know he went off to the military, but I'd be really curious to know if it's still going on up until this day. I know this whole thing ended for you about eight years ago. And you've had time to kind of think about the different situations you guys were in. And I ask everyone on the show, Marshall, what do you think Sasquatch is? And obviously there's no wrong answer. But what are your thoughts?

What do you think this creature is? We encountered, I believe, is a flesh and blood creature. And I think that there probably are a few thousand of them throughout America, throughout North America. And they probably, like, the reason they survive is they are fully aware, whereas rattlesnakes have learned. Like, this is a great point. Rattlesnakes have evolved in the south, some of them. them in some areas have evolved to not rattle because they know that if they rattle, a human is going to kill them. And they've evolved to just not rattle. They stay quiet. So the human doesn't know they're

there. Whereas the previous rattlesnakes rattled at everything that came by them and it would run off everything but a person because a person would go, oh, it's a rattlesnake. It's going to kill my dog. It's going to kill my kid. Got to kill it. I think these things learned that very early, early on that, okay, if they know we're here at all, they're going to hunt us. They're going to kill us. So we have to stay hidden. And I think that the rare times where people see them, I think it's a rare instance where it's an innocent-minded thing. It's like an open-minded thing. And that's another way of thinking about it is like if these things appear to have some level of consciousness that is like at least the equivalent of a very intelligent dog. So you've got to, I think, like a small child, or maybe like a teenager or a preteen. Like, it gave me the feeling like it was totally aware that we didn't mean any harm and that we were just as scared and curious about it as it was of us. Because otherwise, it would have been threatening or it would have just never been noticed

or it would have, you know, but it didn't do that. It followed us a little bit. And I feel like what I encountered definitely was just, like a primate that we haven't, that we haven't noticed or that has been written out of our history. I think it's something that a lot of people are fully aware of the living, breathing thing, and that may be the higher-ups or the people that know keep it that way so that people, like I worry about trigger-happy people going to hunt in this thing. Maybe it's the same thing.

Maybe they just feel like if everyone thinks it doesn't exist, then no one's going to go after it. And maybe that's for the best. Yeah, and you could be right as far as it being. you know, a primate, I mean, I have my own personal doubts about that, but I mean, you could be 100% right. I'm not so sure. I've heard other people say that to you. If they come out and say, oh, these things are real, everyone's going to grab a gun and go running out to the forest. I don't know that I buy into that. I don't think that is anywhere close to what it would be like. And I've said in the past, you know, if they really, if that's the argument why it's not

coming forward, make it a felony that if you shoot one of these things, you're going to prison. I guarantee then no one would shoot them. But I know we're talking about five years of your life, four or five years of your life, hanging out with your friend on this property. And again, I know it was an event after event after event. There was a lot of time in between things that happened. And I really appreciate you taking the time to come on and share it. Yes, sir.

Thanks again, Marshall. And that's it for tonight, everyone. Remember, if you've had an encounter, shoot me an email. My email address is Wes at Sasquatch Chronicles.com. And if you get a chance to check out Sasquatch Chronicles.com, you can become a member and get additional shows. Until next time, everyone.