Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 173 - The 1977 Girl Scout Murders

Episode Date: January 6, 2020

On the morning of June 13th, 1977, at Camp Scott, in Mayes County, Oklahoma, the dead bodies of three young girl scouts, ages 8, 9, and 10, are discovered by a camp counselor. The girls had been raped and murdered hours earlier in the middle of the night. Who could've committed such a disgusting crime? Find out on a true crime, murder mystery edition of Timesuck. Check out Lynze and I's new horror podcast Scared to Death. Listen on Spotify, Stitcher, iTunes, Youtube, and more! Here's the iTunes link: https://apple.co/2MRMgai We're donating $4,000 to the Tim Tebow Foundation's Night to Shine. To find out more, go to https://www.timtebowfoundation.org/night-to-shine-host-information 2020 Toxic Thoughts Tour Standup dates: http://dancummins.tvSacramento, CA Jan 23 - 25 Punch Line CLICK HERE for tix!Las Vegas, NV Jan 30 - Feb 2 Jimmy Kimmel's Comedy Club CLICK HERE for tix!Brooklyn, NY Feb 8 The Bell House CLICK HERE for tix! Washington DC Feb 9 The Improv CLICK HERE for tix! Huntington Beach Feb 14-16 The Rec Room CLICK HERE for tix! St Louis Feb 20-22 Helium CLICK HERE for tix! Listen to the best of my standup on Spotify! (for free!) https://spoti.fi/2Dyy41d Watch the Suck on YouTube: https://youtu.be/noJhcvt2ocM Merch - https://badmagicmerch.com/ Want to try out Discord!?! https://discord.gg/tqzH89v Want to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever current page hasn't been put in FB Jail :) For all merch related questions: https://badmagicmerch.com/pages/contact Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG and http://www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast Wanna become a Space Lizard? We're over 6000 strong! Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcast Sign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits.

On the morning of June 13th, 1977, a camp Scott and Maze County, Oklahoma, the dead bodies of three young girl scouts, ages 8, 9 and 10 are discovered by a counselor. The girls have been raped and murdered hours earlier in the middle of the night. It was supposed to be the first full day of summer camp. Instead, it was the day the camp would close for good. It was the 49th anniversary of camp Scott's first summer camp and the girls were supposed to learn about camp's survival skills, independence, sing some songs, eat some s'mores, play games in the woods, and build memories and friendships that might last a lifetime.

Instead for three young girls staying in tent number eight of the kaiwa unit of the camp, their new friendships would only last a few hours. The camp would quickly be shut down and the largest manhunt in Oklahoma State history a search for a convicted rapist Gene Hart who'd escaped from prison nearly four years earlier and was believed to still be hiding in the area would soon begin But did Hart do it if not who did we kick off the new year with another murder mystery Why do some people have to be such evil pieces of shit edition of Time Suck? Happy 2020 meet Sacks. If you're listening, you did it.

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So who are the Girl Scouts? Well, the Girl Scouts are an elite paramilitary fighting force specializing in political assassinations, overall governmental destabilization and opposition protest diffusion. Their motto is a peer peaceful, behaved deadly, act small and fucking kill them all. Kikai! No, according to their website, the Girl Scouts America are currently a 2.5 million strong organizations serving the United States, more than 1.7 million girls and 750,000 adults who believe in the power of every girl written as an acronym, girl, a go getter, innovator, risk taker, leader, change the world worldwide over 10 million girl guides and girl scouts

in 145 countries. Those little badge wearing minions are dulling out sugary treats and studying campers, campers skills damn near everywhere. Their real mission is to build girls of courage, confidence and character who make the world a better place. And this is their official Girl Scout promise. On my honor, I will try to support my Girl Scout and her troop to help girls lead at all times and to always keep

it fun. The Girl Scouts, Lisa America are probably currently most known for selling cookies and they sell about 200 million cookies a year, seriously, 200 million. From January through March, Girl Scout cookies are the number one cookie brand in the entire US. So many thin myths, so many Samoas, so many empty calories that are so, so worth a shame that I'll often feel later about my less and optimal waistline. The Girl Scouts were founded by Will to do Georgian,

Juliet Gordon-Low in 1912 when she was 52. Juliet was a socialite. She would let a pretty privileged life prior to founding the Girl Scouts. Never had to work. Got to bounce around Europe on numerous occasions. Mary had never had kids and rarely spent time with her husband. They were estranged or an actual divorce proceedings for almost the entirety of their marriage. She basically spent the first 34 years of her adulthood, live in life, like she was still in college and was always spring break.

Must've been nice. I had a few friends like that in Los Angeles, people who identify as writers or producers, but really are able to continuously live as if college spring break is never ending because their parents or their trust fund pays all their bills and pays and deliver super cushy life where they never have to worry about money. And they don't seem to generally do much without amazing opportunity. Probably hard to get motivated to bust your ass and really make something to yourself when there

are no financial consequences for not succeeding in anything. In Julia's case, she didn't seem to contribute much with her first three and a half decades, but she more than made up for that during the Grim Reaper home stretch. She did spend the last 14 years of her life using her free time, money, and socialite connections to chase that dick. Hey, Elizabeth Fena, go get it! Ha, yeah, get it! Now, wait, no,ina, go get it, yeah, get it. Now, wait, no, wait, that's not right. No, she spent the last 14 years of her life working very hard to create an extremely cool,

long lasting, empowering, impactful organization. That's right, hell no, run. She flipped on the Let's Get Shit Dunn Switch at 52 years old, I like the example there. It's because you're 50, over 50. You know, you've never really poured your heart and anything, doesn't mean you can't still do it now. Never too late. Well, I mean, it's too late if you're 50 over 50. You know, you've never really poured your heart and anything. It doesn't mean you can't still do it now. Never too late.

Well, I mean, it's too late if you're like 99, you got like two days to live. That's probably too late. But you get it. Juliet became inspired by the founding of the Boy Scouts in Great Britain in 1908, a British cavalry officer, Lieutenant General Robert SS Baden Powell, famous at the time in the UK for military success in South Africa's second bore war that had ended in 1902 wrote a book called Scouting for Boys that was published in Britain in 1908.

Baden Powell's book described various games and contests that he developed and used to train his cavalry troops and scouting and it became popular reading material for boys in Great Britain. Prior to the book's publication, Baden Powell held an experimental camp on Brown Sea Island off the coast of southern England, in which he put into practice his ideas on the training of boys instead of men. And all of the first boys died,

so he scaled it back and he tried it again. And I'm kidding, can you imagine? If it went that bad at the first time, just people were like, cool with it. With a foot, how go our brown sea island drills? Not well-utinant, general. I'm afraid all of the boys have died from mishaps on exhaustion. That is not very well-indeed. Scale it back and track in, material. Proceed with a foot. Baden Powell, thousands of boys,

should organize themselves into small natural subgroups of six or seven under a boy scout leader, the patrol and patrol leader. The training we consist of such things is tracking reconnaissance, mapping, signaling, nodding, first aid, and all the skills that arise from camping and similar outdoor activities to become a scout. A boy would promise to be loyal to his country, help other people, and in general obey the scout law itself, a simple code of chivalrous behavior, behavior easily understood by the boy.

Bayden Powell felt that these scouts would help keep Britain strong, make strong future soldiers and leaders in just overall solid citizens. And he was right. The Boy Scouts did help to build better men. It was a lot of fun and the Boy Scouts took off. Kids loved it. Parents love getting rid of their kids. It quickly spread to other countries where other parents like, wait, so I get, hold on,

I get to send my kids out into the woods with some random dudes. I've never met. And that's not illegal. That actually makes me look like a good parent. Yeah, fuck yeah, man. By 1910, there were Boy Scout troops in Sweden, Mexico, Argentina, the US, as well as Commonwealth countries like Canada, Australia, South Africa, by the early 21st century, there were national Boy Scout organizations in nearly 170 countries.

And if Elon Musk keeps his engineers in SpaceX science, his focus for a few decades, maybe we'll have some Boy Scouts on Mars before the end of the century. In the late 80s, my little hometown of Riggins, Idaho even had a Boy Scout troop. I was in it. I can't remember my first troop leader's name, but I remember he was a Mormon guy. We'd meet in the town's LDS church. I also remember he was super-nigology. We did some hikes.

We looked at some limestone, talked about sedimentary rock. Right? Metamorphic rock. I think Ignatius was a third. It was supposed to be an overnight trip. This little trip we took, and I single handedly ruined it for the entire scout troop. We were playing a game of capture to flag, and I stepped on a ground hornet's nest, and the hornets swarmed on me.

Got under my clothes, I had to jump into the river to get them off. I got bit 14 times by those angry little sons of bitches. And then the scout leader had to drive us all back to town, and I got to sit in a cold bathtub, and other kids got to go home, and everyone was mad at me. And then I think he quit shortly after that. So sorry, sorry guys, sorry for ruining scouting and rigging. Scouting really can't be so much fun. It was super cool to try and earn merit badges.

You can put on your belt. I think I had one in hiking, one backpacking, maybe geology. I had one that had something to do with physical fitness as well. I think I did some push ups. Back in Great Britain in 1910, two years after founding the Boy Scouts, Sir Robert Baden Powell established a separate scouting organization for girls, the Girl Guides. And Robert asked his sister Agnes

to lead this new Girl Guides organization. And then in early 1911, that Georgian Cougar I mentioned earlier, Juliet Gordon Lowe, who is not a Cougar that I am aware of, she was born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, but living in London, following the death of her husband, she met Sir Robert at a party and was inspired by his Boy Scouts and Girl Guides programs. By 1911, the Boy Scouts already had 40,000 members between Europe and the US.

It was taken off. By August of 1911, Juliet was leading a Girl Guides patrol in Scotland, where she taught girls how to read a map, how to knit, how to cook, first aid, signaling, camping, and more. Over the 1911, 1912, Winter Juliet formed two more patrols in London. And then in 1912, Juliet returned to Savannah, Georgia, Sir Robert accompanied her, not the romantic that I know of, or maybe she was chasing that dick. And then Juliet contacted her cousin Nina Pate, a teacher and said, I'm sick of it, Nina.

I'm sick of men running shit. We can't even vote. It's time we revolt. I've thought of a way to train our young girls into killing machines. And then we're gonna kick the patriarchy right in this limp, vany dick. And then she's like, are you in or what?

You pressy-bottom-wear bitch? And their cousin was like, under his eye, made a Lord open. Now that's not what Juliet said to her cousin, Nina. Now I'm just quoting the handmaid's tale. She really said, I've got something for the girls of Savannah and all America and all the world and we're going to start it tonight. And on March 19, 12, Juliet Gordon-Lowe formed the first two American girl guy patrols registering in total of 18 girls. And then Juliet used every social connection she had. She used her family money to invest in newspaper and magazine ads to grow this new organization.

In 1913, Juliet released the first American girl guides manual titled, How Girls Can Help Their Country. Based largely on the teachings of Boy Scout founder, Sir Robert Baden Powell and the teacher and the teachings of his sister Agnes. Later in 1913, the girl guys became the Girl Scouts, changing their name to Scout to reflect, quote, America's pioneer ancestry.

And they quickly grew into a large national and then international organization helped build a lot of strong, successful women, and estimated 74% of women in the US Senate and 58% of women in Congress are Girl Scout alumni. Taylor Swift, youngest winner for a Grammy, for album of the year, one of the best selling music acts of all times. He was a Girl Scout.

Queen Elizabeth II, Hillary Clinton, Laura Bush, Nancy Reagan, Condoleez, Arise, several other members of the Luminati. Also former Girl Scouts, Gweneth Paltrow, Queen Latifalucille, Ball, Betty Davis, Cheryl Crow, Barbara Walters, and Landers, on and on and on. All Girl Scouts, Gweneth Paltrow, Queen Latifalucille Ball, Betty Davis, Cheryl Crow, Barbara Walters, and Landers, on and on, on, on, on, all Girl Scouts. Hey, Lucifina. And a big part of the Girl Scout experience going to camp. The Girl Scouts have day camps for kids, age kindergarten and up. They're a weekend camps for girls age kindergarten and up as well.

They're also travel camps for experienced girls and adult camping volunteers where the group travels together to a series of camp locations stays for a period of three or more nights together. And then there are the true summer camps. Girl Scout resident camps. Those are for girls who have finished kindergarten and girls camp there for three to 14 days and nights. And at one of these resident camps, Oklahoma's camp Scott three young girl scouts who were

supposed to be having a blast Getting a little independence making new friends learning camps songs songs and the skills that would later make them successful and independent women They were instead murdered in the summer of 1977 Beyond tragic always horrific for something like this to happen But it happening at a summer camp seems to make it a little bit more sad a little extra sad It's like being murdered on Christmas Eve as a kid. When you're staying up waiting for Santa and you hear someone walking around in your living room and you think it's Santa, but instead it's a real life monster, capable of treating

a child like a piece of trash. And best not to dwell too long on the dark core of today's subject matter. Let's learn about camp Scott and then of course also learn about the terrible murders that occurred there and their subsequent investigation trial and continuing mystery in today's time suck timeline. On June 12, 1977, approximately 140 girls of various ages arrive at Camp Scott for a two week long summer camp. Heavy rains fell that evening, finally stopping, just as all the girls settled in for their

first night of camp, located in the northeast corner of Oklahoma, two miles from the dusty little 1400 person town of Locust Grove in May's county, about 50 miles from the city of Tulsa. Camp Scott had been operated by the Girl Scouts since 1928. 1977 was the camp's 49th anniversary. Had the murders not occurred and shut down the camp forever, the Girl Scouts would have been planning there for a 50th anniversary celebration the following summer. Extra sad.

Whoever killed those three girls also killed would have previously been a very popular summer camp attended by nearly three generations of girls, denying thousands of future girls what might have been one of the highlights of their childhood. I found a brochure advertising the now long closed camp from 1946. I'm sure the activities changed somewhat from 46 to 77, but I feel like the pamphlet does give us a good idea went went on at Camp Scott. It reads, this is your camp. Whatever you would like most to do in living in your summer home is possible under the friendly guidance

and help of your counselors. Riding and swimming are two of the most popular sports. Hiking, cooking meals out and singing by the campfire are precious parts of camping. They didn't have tons of songs. My daughter, Monroe, she's been to some summer camps. She loves coming back with new songs. This is one of the scout songs from this era.

It's called Girl Scouts Together. Girl Scouts Together That Is Our Song Winding the O'Trails Rocky and Long Learning Armado Living our Creed Girl Scouts Together in every good deed. Sounds a lot better. And cuter, when a man in his 40s is not singing like a fucking creepy peto. And the melody is actually correct. But you know, I just wanted to give you a taste. And the bro... I felt like such a creep even just singing that song for a few seconds.

This is pictured myself like a bunch of fucking Girl Scouts at camp and then just me looking like me. Hi guys! Hi, just here for camp! Come on, a fellow girl scout, I think some songs. Then the brochure says, As you grow older, you learn more and more real camping skills so that you may take that long overnight trip or manage all of your own camp for our cooking. Living in a unit with girls of your own age and grade, you have a wonderful opportunity to make and appreciate real friendships. You'll probably have a chance to be in a play or challenge your cave in mates to an archery

or deck tennis game. You can make puppets or create a useful article of clay or wood or leather. You'll have a chance to just sit and gaze or to walk long distances from the bluff across the lovely valley from your own wooded campsite in the Ozark foothills. Have you ever watched the stars or learned what they were? You'll do that too. So it sounds like a lot of fun. I know that my kids, Kyler and Roe,

they've done summer camp for a few years and they absolutely love it. And it was fun for almost every girl who stayed there for 49 summers. What kid doesn't want to make a useful article of wood or leather? But seriously, a lot of fun. The age range for the girls who stayed at this camp was 10 to 18.

At that time, that's what the brochures said. They lowered that by the time 1977 came along because there was girls as young as eight there. The camp had a camp store or trading post that sold stamps, stationary craft materials, snacks, other incidentals. You can find pictures online of campers standing around a campfire riding on horses, riding in a covered wagon, working on arts and crafts, seeing those songs, having all sorts of fun in the woods. Camp Scott even had a creek on sights, snake creek,

a little fishin' in, camp was huge, it sat on a 410 acres of heavily wooded hilly land, camp was a great place to leave civilization behind, and it was actually used by the scouts in various capacities year round. The camp was named in honor of H.J. Scotty and Florence Scott, who were both Tulsa boy and girl scout volunteers. Prior to, well, they, no, I'm sorry, they donated 24 acres in 1928 for the core of the camp to open. H.J. and Florence had made a fortune pattening and selling number two pencils for years prior to doing that. Prior to World War I, number one pencils were the only pencils you'd find anywhere. But then there was a lead shortage due to the Great War.

In HJ, HJ Scott, HJ, this is not Rollout of Tongue, HJ. Keep thinking of hand job. I've never, never met an HJ before. BJ, that's BJ, I've never an HJ. HJ Scott came up with a way to make a pencil led out of low quality, comparatively brittle led, unsuitable for ammo. And then he sold the hell out of number two pencils. He even coined the phrase, it became popular at the time for marketing purposes.

If you need to put some lead in your pencil, take a number two, take a number one, soils the war effort. So support our boys overseas and drop a doose. And I just, I made, I have no fucking idea what HJ and Florence did other than donate some land and other than one guy I have a dumb name. The Oklahoma Girl Scout Council, through the years, would use money raised by selling Girl Scout cookies to buy additional land around the land the Scots originally did donate for the great people.

In the spring of 1956, Girl Scouts planted thousands of pine trees throughout the camp to turn the area into a proper forest. It's pretty awesome. Made their own forest or at least beefed it up. Then in 1962, the Tulsa Sivitan Club underrode the construction of Camp Scotts' great hall facility. Materials needed for the building would come from cookie sales from 1928 till June 13, 1977 over 12,000 girls attended Camp Scotts.

Summer camp campers all slept in one of the camps many units. Camp units consisted of several campers tents and then a counselor's tent. Each unit was named after an American Indian tribe. There was the Seminole unit, the Choctaw unit, the Comanche and Cherokee units. There was the ill-fated Chiawai unit, the side of the murders. There were others. There was an easily navigable series of well-worn trails connecting all the various units. And there was also a ranger's house, a director's office, a health center, the great hall with the cooks cabin, a swimming pool, a big barn for the, for some of the

livestock, like the horses, the tents themselves, about 12 by 14 feet with canvas sides. It could be rolled up, sat on wooden platforms, each tent held four cats for sleeping. For the first two weeks session in June, 1977, you know, more than 130 campers were attending, around 140, most of them from the Tulsa area. Campers were transported to the camp from Tulsa by bus to get to the camp to buses turned off Oklahoma State Highway 82 on the cookie trail road. Of course, adorable. A narrow, tree lined long driveway of sorts. And when campers arrived on the east afternoon of Sunday, June 12th, things initially went according to plan.

Spilling out of the buses, the girls scurried to find their units and tents dropping off their sleeping bags and backpacks. One of those girls soon to be murder victim was 10-year-old Doris Denise Milner. Doris had with the help of her mother, Betty. She'd gone door to door, stood outside of the store, sold girl scout cookies to friends, neighbors, and relatives for months. She'd finally saved enough money for her trip to camp. Doris's principal said she was one of the nicest little girls you'd ever want to talk to. She was described by teachers as a

model student who just received straight A's in the fourth grade. She fucking crushed it. She'd been honored at the end of the school year award ceremony for having the highest achievement and best study habits out of anyone in her entire class. But he described her daughter as an extremely friendly little girl who loved people and anywhere we went, she always made friends, she said. A curious little soul Denise had taught herself how to read and write at the age of four. Anytime she had a question about anything, she'd walk to the library, look it up. I love this kid. She was especially interested in tap dancing, skating, gymnastics. She studied and practiced each of those skills.

She was a child with a lot of energy, big dreams, who wanted to do so much. It was actually working towards doing so much at only the age of 10. Doris slashed Denise, also dearly loved her younger sister, who was only five in the summer of 1977 and getting ready to attend kindergarten that fall. Maybe become a girl scout herself soon. After getting, and sorry, sometimes she's referred to as Doris. Sometimes she's referred to as Denise. So both Denise, Doris, same girl.

Another girl getting off the bus on June 12, 1977 was Laurie Lee Farmer, just eight years old. Laurie described as a popular girl, well-liked with a sweet disposition. Her father Charles Farmer described Lorde as an exceptionally bright child, who had only 16 months old suddenly resided the pledge of allegiance flawlessly. Two months later when she was only 18 months old, she resided the entire twist of night before Christmas. It's impressive.

Reminds me of my son Kyler, his toddler memory was exceptional. His memory is still exceptional. He used to call me out when I tried to skip a paragraph of his bedtime story because that's been lazy. By the time Lori was two, she could knock out a hundred piece Jigsaw puzzle entirely on her own. Also like my son Kyler,

Lori had skipped second grade, and IQ test revealed a score of 130. 130 is right at the edge of gifted and very gifted. Generally, 116 above is considered genius. 130 puts you in the top 2% of the population. So Lori's ninth birthday would have been Sunday, June 19th, 1977, just six days after her first day camp. She was a little younger than the other girls

because she had advanced, she kept her grade. The farmer family had planned to come to the camp on her birthday so they could all celebrate together. Sadly, that would never happen instead of a birthday party. Her poor grieving family would be planning to funeral. Third murder victim who also arrived that day was nine-year-old Michelle Heather Goose. These kids are so fucking young. Michelle also an excellent student, well-liked by others and avid reader, shy, athletic. She loved playing on a soccer team, previous to her fourth grade school year.

Michelle was a member of the local girl scouts, JJ troop number six, two, four, and broken arrow, a suburb of Tulsa. On the first night of camp, as soon as she had the chance, Michelle wrote a letter to her aunt Karen asking how she was, told her how she was writing the letter from her tenant camp and how her tent was the very last tent in her unit. She finished by telling her aunt the color of her bedroom was purple. It's funny what kids get excited about. My kids get to pick out what color they got to

paint their inside of the tree for it with. They were pumped, pumped to be able to pick out of color. Michelle, another sweet kid whose life some monster decided was worthless. Some monster decided it was worth just it worth it just to kill her. And then the other two girls I mentioned, eight, nine, and 10 years old, just to fulfill some sick, fucked up sexual fantasy. How heinous and preposterously selfish. Like, I don't care if you were born with pedophilia urges, like control them. Well, I have urges. I have the urge to grab my 270 and walk down the street to some flea bag transitional living motels, full of sex offenders, just released from prison, and just do some hunting.

I think I would find it extremely satisfying and not morally problematic. But I don't do that because of legal ramifications. No excuse to ever, ever do something like what the perpetrator of these crimes did. There's no, oh, it wasn't my fault because of the film The Blank. The death penalty. Stories like this always make me think about the death penalty. Cross the line like whoever did this cross, and in my opinion, you have forfeit it any right for forgiveness or for a second chance you deserve no chance of redemption, no rehabilitation.

I think you deserve death, like you deserve removal. I may not be religious, but when it comes to certain crimes, I'm an old testamentist fuck. I for an eye, kind of shit. Ojangles just looked at me with a steely stare and firmly knotted in definite agreement. These doomed three girls had all been assigned to the Kayawa tent unit as had 15 year old Michelle Hoffman, who had been coming to the camp every summer since she was nine. It was now a junior counselor of sorts.

In 1977, she was a camp director's aide. And Michelle talked about her time at Camp Scott in 1977 when she was interviewed years later at length in 2016 and 2017 for a six-part narrative on the Girl Scout murder done by the Tulsa world. Michelle Hoppen got the same bus to head to camp as young Denise Milner while in Tulsa. Denise was the only African American kid at the camp that summer. And Michelle remembered her looking nervous. She went over, introduced herself, told her she was gonna have a great time. She met Denise's mother Betty, who asked Michelle

if she could help Denise call home the next day. If she got really homesick, Michelle assured her that she would do just that. Michelle told Denise that the Kayawa unit was her favorite that she'd say there before. It was close to the bathroom, close to the kitchen unit. She's gonna have an awesome time. Another camper and counselor interviewed years later

was Carla Wilhite, who was 18 in the summer of 77. She was one of the three Kaya counselors. She also remembered Denise saying she was a beautiful and radiant child. She remembered that Denise was the first time camper and she wanted to make sure she got off to a good start. Had a wonderful camp experience.

Carla remembered Denise and her two Kaya attend number eight tent mates, Michelle Goose and Lori Farmer appearing to bond quickly. She said that individually, they seem to be three of the quietest kids in camp. But once they all got inside their tent, it was just as loud and lively as many of the other tents. Late Sunday night after some songs around the campfire, Michelle hop in remembers checking in on Denise.

She told her good night and she left and climbed into her own cot in another nearby tent. Around the camp, the lantern and the girls tent started to go out around 9.30 p.m. and other counts are de-elder peaked in the girls' kai with 10, number eight, 10 p.m. to tell them to quickly finish writing some letters, turn their lights out and turn off those lanterns which they did a few minutes later. And it started getting real dark, real dark. It had just finished raining, cloud cover blocked out the moon in the stars. Another camper, Amy Sullivan, who was 10 that summer, remembered years later that when she turned off her flashlight, it felt like

she'd been swallowed up by the darkest darkness she had ever known. She remembers thinking it was so dark outside that it made no difference if your eyes were open or shut. I know that kind of dark. You have to get far, far away from any city to experience it. It has to be an overcast night. We're not even the light of the stars. Is there to guide you? It can be pretty unnerving. It feels like you've gone blind. It's just beyond dark. Just after 6 a.m. the following morning, June 13th, the camp enjoys its last few seconds of not being associated with murder and enjoys its last few seconds of actually being an operating camp. Kaya with camp counselor Carla Wilhite had just woken up.

Was headed for a shower when she noticed some sleeping bags laying out beside a camp road far from the other tents or far from any of the tents. There were about 150 feet from Kaya with tent number eight near the base of a tree. Carla's stomach sank. She knew immediately something terrible had happened. A moment later, she saw the unnaturally still body of Denise. She didn't recognize the body as being Denise's, but she did know instantly that a little girl had died.

What she didn't know was that Zypton two other sleeping bags with the dead bodies of Lori Farmer and Michelle Goose. Unable to make sense of what she was looking at, Will Height assumed that there had been a terrible accident and ran for help. She quickly returned with the cam director and nurse, only then she said that she realized the full truth, that not only was this no accident, not only had Denise Milner been murdered, but there were also two other dead children. Will Hight recalls the moment as Sankin is one of terrible fear. And she couldn't believe what she found herself saying out loud,

someone came in and killed three of our kids. Lorde and Michelle, it would be later determined in the official autopsy, had died from blows to the head. Denise had also been beaten, but had died after being beaten from strangulation by literature. All three had also been sexually assaulted, at least two of them, and probably all three of them had been raped. The girls had been attacked during the night while they were sleeping.

Much of the attack had taken place in signs or tent, a mere few yards from seven other tents, including the counselor's tents. Will Hyde remembers being baffled that someone could do that and not wake anyone else up. How could anyone kill three girls in the quiet of these woods and not wake up any of the other campers? Well, the investigation in suit would reveal that some had in fact heard some sounds from the murders that night. Authorities were called by 8 a.m. the story of the three girl scouts being murdered at

Camp Scott was already all over the local news going to the national news shortly thereafter. The camp was closed immediately all the remaining campers unaware of what had happened were brought back from Camp Scott and chartered buses to the scouting council headquarters in Tulsa. Adding to the tragedy of that morning, many parents heard of the news that three girls have been murdered at camp Scott that morning, but the girls were not named so they didn't know who had been killed. The names of the victims had not been released yet. It took several hours for everyone to be contacted for all the girls who hadn't been attacked to be reunited with their families. What an emotional rollercoaster of a day

it was for all those parents, by God. To not know if your daughter who just gone to sleep away can't possibly for the first time had been murdered or not. This is the days, you know, before cell phones, before group emails, before texts. I can only imagine how sick I would feel, how helpless, how angry that someone had dared to do that.

By the following day, the day after the bodies were found, the entire town of Locust Grove, just two miles away, was terrified. No one had been caught. Parents and grandparents were afraid to let their kids out of their sight. In a town where previously no one had locked their doors, now everyone was locking their doors. Also on the 14th, the media reported that Wilma Tenant, one of the other campers, was awakened in the night by the murder of the night of the murders by screams.

She reported he told a counselor who would then told her to just go back to sleep. If you're outraged by this, I'm guessing that you don't have little kids or haven't had kids, haven't spent a lot of time around kids. Thanks to my daughter and row, I've been around my fair share of little girl sleepovers and there can be all kinds of false alarms. Some kids, when they are the age of these campers, they're standing away from home overnight for the very first time, they're nervous, right? They're anxious, imaginations can run wild. Kids will claim to see all kinds of things. Just want to point this out to be fair to these counselors. You know, I can get

pretty grouchy, pretty quick when I'm tired and I just want all the kids to finally shut the fuck up. Stop, Gaglin. Stop telling me who started it, right, and just go to bed. I could have also very easily told the kids to just go back to sleep and then felt horrible the next day, right? Just, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. There's a man running around with the light, huh? Sure there is Becky.

An hour ago, you told me you were sure you saw a werewolf. Last year when you were here, you saw vampires, zombies, giant bats, at least one unicorn, and if I remember correctly, you were certain that you saw the fonts, you saw the fonts to himself, walking around at night, and you knew with him, because you actually heard him say, hey, but I'm a potato, those gramps. Just go to bed. Also in the 14th, the wooden floor of the murder girl's tent was removed for examination, it was covered with blood, no murder weapon had been found, but a suspicious tennis shoe and a boot print were found inside and outside of the tent. Investigators discovered that numerous other campers had heard, seen and one had actually

been touched by the murder, or at least who was very, very likely the murder, the night the girls were killed. In the Kwapaw unit, which abutted Kayawa to the east, the screams of young scouts had rang out in the darkness after Michelle Laurie and Denise have been told to turn their lights out. Counselors had run to see what was the matter or what was the matter. And a frightened child to explain that she was walking from her tent to the bathroom when someone, a man she thought, had grabbed her by her, by her raincoat.

Another girl said that on her way back to her tent from the bathroom, she dropped her towel. When she'd been over to pick it up, the beam of her flashlight had shown on a man's legs. Some man standing nearby wearing khaki pants. The counselors checked the area in between the tents and the latrine looked for this guy, didn't find anything, attributed everything to first night jitters. Kaya, a unit counselor, Carla Wilhite, was woken up at 1.30am by some girls loudly giggling and she encountered

D elder. I forgot the laughing girls to be quiet. Her what sounded like a low guttural moan. They left their tents to investigate. They heard it again. They kept hearing it. They walked all over the area, including around and past the ill-fated tent number eight. They just couldn't figure out the source of the odd sound. Eventually they attributed to some strange critter,

you know, strange, strange animal of the night, around 2 a.m. and there are a lot of weird sounds in the woods, I will say that. Around 2 a.m. in the night of the murders and odd light had appeared in the Kyle W. Unit area, a dull glow rather than a steady beam of flashlight. As the counselors slept, someone had taken the flaps off their tents,

like off of the hookscrews, a dark figure had slid inside and taken Carla's glasses, also took these purse, also the purse of a third and final Kaya Wunek out there, Susan Emory. Then another young camper would recall seeing someone moving to her tent, tent number seven. The 10 year old girl scout watched the light, this mystery person was holding move towards her tent through a mended panel,

then whoever was holding the light suddenly opened the panel, showing the light inside her tent. The other girls inside were sleeping, she froze in terror. And remember, if it's so dark and the light is shining, she can, all she sees is the light coming in. She has no idea who was holding the light. The figure then closes the panel, then she sees the light move towards tent number eight.

Investigators discovered that the dark figure then opened the panels to that tent and headed inside to do what they did. Other campers in the apohoe, a quapa Cherokee and Kyle Williams recalled hearing the same low-moning sound the night that the Kyle encounters had heard it. And the quapa unit one counts. Remember hearing some girl cry out, mama, mama. My God, I hope that wasn't one of the three murdered girls crying out for help. Then other than continued, then the continued low moaning sound, no one else heard anything more that night. On the 15th, two days after the bodies were found, investigators revealed the evidence that had been found at camp and the evidence included a, or a, I'm sorry, a red, six volt flashlight, partial roll of black duct tape,

a piece of electrical cord, a pair of glasses, some fingerprints, a bloody shoe, boot tracks inside the tent. Again, what a horrific crime. We've covered enough child murderers here on Time Suck where I find myself getting like really jaded in moments. I find myself not really thinking about the true nature of what I'm actually saying, what I'm talking about.

When I really think about it, well, my mind won't really allow me to dwell on the thought of a child being murdered or raped and murdered for any length of time. Immediately, I want to think about something, anything else. I want to make a dark joke because the defense mechanism to make it all seem less real somehow. I want to trick my own brain. And well, I'm not going to go into yet another long rant about the death penalty, but one quick thought,

I just, I get some people being opposed to the death penalty, due to the possibility of an innocent person being executed for a crime they didn't commit. But other people truly don't believe that any guilty person should ever be executed. How could you believe that? Like why? Why would you believe that?

Did those people just, who believe that, just you just never let your mind go to that really, really dark place and think about the true nature of these type of crimes and the people who commit them? I just don't understand how someone could morally be opposed to taking that kind of person's life in that situation. I don't know, that's me, back to the story.

Three specially trained tracking dogs arrived from Pennsylvania on the 15th to help determine whoever killed the girls. Two German shepherds named Harrison Dutch and a German rotwiler named Butz. Be you TZ. I don't know but the dogs would quickly help establish the entrance of the exit of the camps killer. Also on the 15th May's County Sheriff Pete Weaver suggested that the killer might be local convicted rapist 33 year old Jean Hart who would escaped from the maze County jail several years earlier, almost four years early. He was a locust grove native was assumed to be hiding in the area.

Hart was an expert outdoorsman who had a lot of family, including his mother lived in the area more on Jean Hart, quite a bit more just a bit. Well, Camp Scott was closed. All the other girls scout camps, Oklahoma remained open during the summer of 77 arm guards were hired to keep many of them secure. Camp Garland, a boy scout camp, also stayed open, even though it was located just three miles from Camp Scott. Of the 130 boys at that camp, only 13 parents picked up their sons after the murders. Additional security measures were taken there as well. On June 17th, four days after the bodies have been found to hotline set up by local district

attorney, Sid Wise. Wise and authorities hope that killer might call and confess. Wise said at a news conference, sometimes people with deranged minds want to be caught. Well, not this killer. You don't want to be caught. You never called on the 18th to few days after they got there, two of the three tracking dogs brought in from pencil, Vanya died How random is that two out of three in just three days?

But the rot-wire had a heat stroke pay attention to your dogs when they pant Right they could be so hot they could be so thirsty Well, Jango's quite upset by all this Harris the German shepherd hidden killed by a car But Jango doesn't care about Harris. He feels like he should have looked both ways before crossing street And then for the rest of the investigation, I'm going to guess that the third dog was Tensis Fuck. Following day June 19th, it's revealed that 110 acre ranch less than a mile from Camp Scott had recently been burglarized.

Investigators believe that it was very likely the girls killer that had stated the ranch prior to the murders. Fresh footprints were found at the ranch. Fingerprints were taken. It was determined that the tape found at the crime scene, tape that had been used to bind one of the victims had been taken from the ranch. The ranch owner, Jack Schroff, a man whose name is dangerously close to Jack off, claimed to have been, you know, away from the ranch, the time of the murders,

Jack took and passed a lie detector test, given to him by the Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation, OSBI, and his alibi was confirmed. If I knew that, dude, I would like to think that every once in a while, I would have to sneak into Jack Off reference. Wow, but this is Mr. Jack Off himself. Shruff, goddamn it. You know it's Shruff. That's what I said.

That's what I said, Jack Off. Shruff, come on, sorry, Jack. Sorry, man. I'm sure it's annoying. I'll take off. I'll beat it. Mr. Jack off. You guys get it. I'm a child. On June 21st, over a week after the murders, Oklahoma Governor David Boran offered the support of the National Guard. May County Sheriff Weaver, however, refused to help. He felt as men were sufficient. June 22nd, the Frederick daily leader newspaper, paper that sadly closed in 1993 in Frederick,

little 4,000 person town, three and a half hours southwest of Tulsa. Report of the five boys, doubts that Camp Garland had been questioned by investigators about their contact in May with a teenage camper who said he was from Tulsa, Oklahoma. I described his pale and skinny as a teenager. He ate with some of the boys, counts and stole a hatchet, honey knife and wetstone from them. While investigators added this teenager to their suspect list, Gene Hart still remains the primary suspect. On June 22, two photographs of three women are found in the cave, just two miles from

the murder scene. The picture showed up in newspapers where the woman would end up being identified and their identification would soon point directly at one gene heart. Uh, her identification. June 23rd, 10 days after the murders, Gene Leroy Heart officially charged with the slanes. Unfortunately, authorities have no idea where gene is. A massive manhunt for heart. The largest manhunt in Oklahoma State history begins.

Officials disclose that the photos found in the cave, those photos of three women, well, they had been developed and printed by heart while he was serving time at granite reformatory in eastern Oklahoma from 1967 to 1969 while he was incarcerated. He'd worked in the dark room for a former prison photographer who had freelance and taken the pictures at a wedding in 1968. Okay, so let's see what we can learn about Jean Hart now. Let's talk about this disgusting sorry excuse for me. It's that piece of shit. He was 33th time in the girls he had murders born in Claremont, Oklahoma, just a bit outside the outer suburbs, North East of Tulsa on November 27th, 1943. His mother Ella May, uh, Solotesky Buckskin was from

the area and was also full-blooded Cherokee. Ella lived about a mile from Camp Scott. Ella had raised him by herself. He barely knew his father and this full-blooded Cherokee, it's relevant, not just thrown in the randomly. His Cherokee ancestry would be relevant. Multiple instances in this investigation. We don't know a lot about his childhood.

We do know he was a sea average student in school. He excelled in sports, could have gone on to college on a football scholarship referred to in many a newspaper article as a football star, but he didn't go into college. He fell in love with a local girl, got married soon afterwards. He and his wife became parents up until then it seems a heart was happy and affectionate. But those who knew him say that something changed after he got married took a job at a steel plant in Tulsa, became bitter and depressed. A few who knew him around this time also say he didn't handle his liquor very well and his personality completely changed when he drank and not for the better. Jean Group is a member of the famous Cherokee Nation, a member of the largest of three federally

recognized Cherokee American Indian tribes in the U.S. And being a member of the Cherokee Nation is why authorities were having a hard time finding him. Other tribe members were helping him hide, had been for years. There was definitely tension and distrust between American Indians and non-tribal authorities in the area that has mentioned numerous articles about the crime. Jean was apparently well-liked and respected locally in the Cherokee community and this community was now not about to hand him over.

And if you're wondering why tribal members would help hide someone even when they were accused of raping and killing three young girls, someone who was already a convicted rapist, which will go over in a minute, well, it's complicated. Let's take a quick detour to talk about how American Indians had been treated historically in Oklahoma. Oklahoma, an East Oklahoma in particular, very complicated history when it comes to American Indians I imagine it was an interesting place to grow up as a member of a tribe More than 60,000 members of various tribes were forced to march to Oklahoma most to East Oklahoma

from various areas of the American South East in the 1830s thanks to the Indian removal act of 1830 that led to the Trail of Tears the infamous Trail of Tears definite stain on the legacy of formerars, the infamous Trail of Tears, definite stain on the legacy of former suck subject, President Andrew Jackson. And the Trail of Tears deserves its own suck someday. From 1834 to 1890, Oklahoma was known as Indian Territory. And then after years and years of steady European immigration into the area, it became known as Oklahoma Territory in 1890. And then in 1907, Oklahoma Territory became a state, came the state of Oklahoma. And white settlers felt that statehood meant that the ways of the Indian, Indian territory

were now over. And it was time for natives to fully assimilate into the US, you know, overall culture. A lot of natives did not agree. From 1834 to 1907, many, many federal and local laws have been passed. Laws, it steadily took away rights from the American Indians who have been forced to settle there. The native governments were dissolved, then rebuilt with puppet leaders who seated more

and more land to the white man and one shitty manipulative treaty after another. Then the puppet governments were dissolved again and then later rebuilt in the 1930s under FDR and throughout the 20th century, various battles were waged regarding state versus tribal rights, federal versus tribal rights. Even today, literally today the battle still right is on between American Indians living in Eastern Oklahoma and the US government.

The US Supreme Court is trying to decide whether or not to recognize much of Eastern Oklahoma as an American Indian reservation or not right now. That ruling could come any day. The last time the Supreme Court tried to rule on this, it resulted in a deadlocked decision. And what would that ruling affect? Well, too complicated for this stuff to really get into, but one aspect will be law enforcement. On some federally recognized reservations,

tribal governments, tribal police have jurisdiction over their members as long as the crime takes place on the reservation and as long as the crime only occurs between tribal members. Right now, the Cherokee Nation has limited tribal jurisdiction over most of eastern Oklahoma, 14 counties, even though this land is technically not reservation land. May's county where our story takes place where Jean Hart is from one of these counties, Jean Hart of course accused of committing a crime against non-tribe members though.

So the jurisdiction of tribal police would have been superseded by state and federal law enforcement. However, tribal leaders, you know, did not do not always agree with being overruled in various legal matters. It would often prefer to handle things in house. And this is why I brought all this up. That is how Jean Hart was able to stay hidden for a few years after escaping from jail. And that is why he was able to remain hidden after being accused of such a heinous crime. There was a belief in the Cherokee community as well, right or wrong, that white law enforcement officers were framing tribal members all the time. And that's how Jean was still able to be a respected, you know, member of the local culture,

even after double rape conviction that happened long before the girls got murdered. Many believed he didn't do it. Didn't matter that he was convicted with. Many believed he didn't do it. Didn't matter that he was convicted with overwhelming evidence. He didn't do it. The white man had framed him. They'd fucked him just like they'd been fucking over his people for centuries.

It was an easy story to sell in the community and gene sold it. Wasn't true in his case, but an easy story to sell. The relationship between American Indians and everyone else in Oklahoma so complicated laws have constantly been changed for so many years. So many treaties have been revised, statutes, constantly being challenged because the US government basically fucking the tribes that have landed over and over again for so many years are just

not a lot of love between a lot of tribe members and non tribal authorities in Oklahoma and frankly in a lot of other places in the US. It makes sense. And all that being said, Jean Hart was for sure a piece of shit. Let's talk about how shitty Hart was now. 1966, over 10 years before the Girl Scout murders, 22-year-old Jean Hart confessed to kidnapping, raping, and satanizing two pregnant women in Tulsa, a crime he for sure committed. In June of 1966, Hart didn't show up one night for his shift in Tulsa at Flint's

deal. Instead, late late that evening, early morning, he abducted two young teen pregnant women from a parking lot of a Tulsa nightclub. He tied them up through him in his trunk, drove them into Mays County, deep into the woods, brutally beat, raped, satamized them. He had laid newspaper down on the trunk of his car in preparation for the kidnappings. They were crimes that were definitely premeditated. Each of the victims wore glasses and even hard even tried them on to see if they'd work

for him. Taunted them. They both felt he meant to leave them in the woods to die after he was done with them. Both women unnamed in old newspaper accounts were just teenagers, definite ages not given, older than the girl scouts, but still, you know, very young, I imagine, after raping them both several times, heart left them tied up out in the woods where they would have died, how they not worked for their bindings, made it to a phone the following morning where they called authorities.

Both later testified that Jean Hart for sure did all of this to them, right? They saw they weren't, they got a very good look at this guy. In this instance, a Cherokee man was now being framed by the US government. In this case, a guy actually was going to get off way too easy for doing some really bad shit. Heart was sentenced to three 10 year prison terms for what he did to those two girls, but because sometimes our justice system really fucking sucks. The sentence is ran concurrently and he ended up being paroled after only 28 months.

Dude, kidnapped, raped, satanized, two teenagers, two pregnant women, left them to die in the woods, and he gets thrown in a cell for just a little over two years. And then he's free to go. People still go to jail for longer than that for weed busts. It's absurd. Sometimes our justice system is fucking absurd.

Less than two years after getting out of jail in 1970, heart is arrested again for more crime see for sure committed. This time the high school former, you know, football player, former former high school football star convicted of a series of home burglary sentenced to a maximum of 305 years in the state penitentiary at McAllister, Oklahoma The burglaries sentenced to a maximum of 305 years in the state penitentiary at McAllister, Oklahoma. In April of 73, Hart is transferred from McAllister to the Mays County jail in prior Oklahoma so we can appear for some legal proceedings related to his 1966 rape convictions and he escapes. He's captured a month later and then just four months after being returned to jail in

September of 1973, this motherfucker escapes again. What are they doing there? Hey, hey, boss, did you think we should maybe keep like a closer eye on heart? Now since he has already escaped once this year and he is a disgusting rapist, no, just go back to playing poker with other guards and don't check on his cell

even if we hear chiseling and or sawing sounds. Okay, you're the boss, I guess. Nearly four years later, this rapist was still at large and believed to be hiding in the area when the Girl Scout murders occurred. Now, let's jump back into the search for heart right after quick little sponsor break. Okay, now we're back from the break. I think or maybe there wasn't a break. I don't know. I don't know. The ways that can work now. June 24th, 1977, less than two weeks from

the murders, Jean Dirtbag Hearts, still hiding in the area. On June 24th, 1977, Richard Goose, father of Michelle Goose joins the volunteers who searched the camp area for the killer, hundreds of law enforcement officers and volunteers joining the hunt, who's indicates he doesn't want others to do all the work. He wants to help find the person himself, the person who has killed his daughter. Got how tough would that be? What would you be thinking about? Walk him to the woods, looking for the dude who killed your daughter. Would you be hoping you were alone when you found him so you could say he, you know, tried to attack you and if he didn't, and that's why you just had to completely flatten his fucking skull

with a rock. Man, doing that wouldn't bring your daughter back but I bet it would take the pain away just for a few brief moments and I doubt you would reflect back on that years later in regret it, you know, I doubt you'd have a moment of man, I sure wish I wouldn't have bashed that guy's head in. Oh man, wish I wouldn't have done that. Now I probably would have felt pretty good. June 26, 1977, the search of the search over six square miles of hilly wooded and brush

covered area known as skunk mountain, just a mile from Camp Scott, turns up more possible evidence. Items picked up during the search were placed in white plastic bags for analysis by crime lab technicians. The evidence includes two men's jackets, a pair of blue jeans, a t-shirt with rust colored stains, several empty soft drink cans and some empty egg cartons, jean heart, just hiding out in the woods, leaving a snack left overs all over the place. June 28th, 1977, the hunt for the accused killer has authorities using the latest in technology,

using a three-heat sensing device that's attached to some some national guard helicopters, pilots are flying in grid patterns over the area around Camp Scott, they're keeping a radio contact with five special weapons and tactics, or SWAT teams on the ground. District attorney Sid Wise, leader of the investigation, feels that the killer is alluding detection because of numerous caves in the region. More caves and authorities were aware of when they first started the search. July 1st, 1977, since June 13th, Laman had operated the investigation

of their murders from camp scots, from one of scamp scots, camp scots, buildings, and now they're leaving camp. The patrol mobile command post vehicle was moved back to Oklahoma City. The highway patrol troopers and a nine man tactical squadron also sent home. Some investigators did continue to operate out of camp scots people are starting to get worried the despite all this effort to find him that

Gene Hart is gonna get away. He's gonna stay hidden July 11th 1977 a man named Dr. Robert R. Phillips drew up a personality profile of the killer for a group of associated press affiliates His full credentials are never given on any of the sources. Neither of his middle name got a hopeless Robert. A hopeless name was Robert, Robert Phillips. And I hope sometimes he went by Dr. Robbie Rob fill. Dr. Robbie Rob fill filled the killer of the girls that camped scowl was a sadistic cycle path with sexual perversions who might repeat the heinous crimes if not captured.

Uh-huh. Not sure they needed a doctor to tell them that. I feel like that's a no-brainer. I mean, what else is this guy going to say? Dr. Robbie Robb Phil tells us that the killer is normally good, dude. He just had a bad day. Made a terrible mistake. He thinks this is one time thing and we shouldn't worry about it.

Everyone happened again. No big blows. To be fair, Dr. Robbie Robb did give additional analysis. He also said that mentally the killer could not tolerate the idea of rejection and his rage overwhelmed him. The murderer was not feeble-minded, knew right from wrong, and did not act on impulse. This analysis, well, interesting, does nothing to help catch the killer. Dr. Philips basis personality sketch on information gathered from newspaper articles describing

the murder scene. He deducted that the killer was cool, calculated, probably kept the camp under surveillance before he moved in. He came prepared with a flashlight, blunt instrument, and tape was a complete control until he became caught up in the actual act of raping and killing which caused him to lose control, become temporarily careless. The killer tried to bring order to the chaos and a futile post crime attempt to wipe up blood in the tent, something happened. He was frightened away and he left behind his flashlight and additional evidence. June 13th, 19th or excuse me, July 13th, 1977, one month after the murders, the midweek

of feature magazine of the Tulsa Tribune reports, a crime that called for no-holds bar investigation regardless of expense sleepless nights and long hours. More than 200 lawmen, 400 volunteers loaned extensive, expensive heats, sensing devices, and reward funds have been used to help catch the killer still nothing. 30 days after the murders, right, the investigation continues. July 29, 1977, as reported by the Tulsa Tribune, a pair of tennis shoes with a handwritten name of Denise Milner are found on the steps of the building used as the command post at Camp Scott.

When the guard returned from searching nearby woods where they'd seen the silhouette of a man, they found the shoes which had not been seen until after returning to camp. Footprints had also been found tracking dogs were brought in but quickly lost the trail. The shoes which were found with the pair of socks inside of a heavy plastic bag were taken to the state crime lab for testing years later in 2014, Denise Milner's mother Betty refuted the newspaper claims and said the shoes were not Denise's, but how weird. Like if the shoes were Denise's, why would anyone especially the killer sneak them back into camp? Why just drop off evidence like that, just to taunt authorities, I guess, and if the shoes were not Denise Denise is why would anyone claim that they were and then sneak them into an active crime investigation to try and frame someone else

Just because they wanted attention maybe the killer snuck them into pointy investigation in another direction Who knows September 22nd 1977 the parents of two of the murdered girl scouts file a three million dollar lawsuit against camp scots magic Empire council the business behind the camp two of the murdered Girl Scouts file a $3 million lawsuit against Camp Scott's Magic Empire Council, the business behind the camp. I mean, I will say the camp could not have known something like this was going to happen. And the parents knew they were sending their kids to a camp that did not have armed security or any security, but I do get it.

Emotion, I get it. As much as someone can get it who hasn't lost a child like that, making emotions run even higher was the fact that Gene Hart still not found, nor were any other serious suspects even being considered. March 10th, 1978, almost nine months after the murders. A man whom officers had said, bore an uncanny resemblance to Gene Hart is arrested, then released and sprinkled Missouri after his fingerprints do not match Hart's. Man, how shitty. Would that be if you happen to look exactly like a fugitive murder suspect, especially in this type of crime? I hope it wasn't arrested at home. Hope the

local media didn't report on this, dude. Man, the way so many people like to gossip, if you arrested for raping and murdering three kids, there's a good chance that socially, you're fucking toast. It doesn't matter if they just like send you back home a couple days. You're toast. Especially if you have kids, man. Odds are your kids aren't gonna have too many successful sleepovers after that. You're not gonna get invited to a ton of barbecues. The amount of stink eyes you receive on a daily basis and public increases exponentially. You have to move to a new town if you dress your kids up like Girl Scouts for Halloween

and then you dress up in a prison jumpsuit and your wife dresses up like a sheriff holding a wanted poster with your picture on it. You gotta move them? Hartmeon meanwhile continues to allude authorities finally the following months nearly 10 months after the murders April 6, 1978 Jean Leroy Hart is captured. Hart had alluded the largest manhunt in Oklahoma history for almost a year. State investigators found him living in a remote cabin. They captured him in the small backwood shack and the cooks and hills of Cherokee County

50 miles from where the murders had taken place. The shack was the home of an elderly local man, Sam Pigeon, Jr. who was a Cherokee medicine man who had clearly been helping to hide gene. Hart was taken to the nearby town of Talaquah where he was fingerprinted, transferred to the state penitentiary in McAllister, Oklahoma, where he'd been serving that all two brief prison term for first degree rape prior to escape from May's county jail in 1973 and then for the burglaries. Right? Sweet.

Take him, take him back to jail. He'd already escaped from twice. Sounds reasonable. Guys, watch him closely for real this time. Now we have to actually make the rounds and pay attention to any chiseling and or sawing sounds. I know that sucks, but it won't be forever. As soon as he's gone, we can go back to a regular schedule

of naps and not giving a shit. A talac while by the way was the capital of the Cherokee Nation within the Indian territory in the 19th century. A town of 15,000 where street signs are written in both English and Cherokee. Pretty cool, pretty cool place to visit if you're interested in American Indian history. On April 11, 1978, heart pleads innocent

to the triple killings. He's now brought to Locust Grove, Oklahoma Courthouse, where he's charged with three counts of first degree murder. District judge William Whistler, decreed that all three murder cases be consolidated, and he's informed that his preliminary trial will start in June. Outside the courthouse, approximately 300 people

had gathered to hear what the next steps would be, many are on team heart They feel as if he is being framed on June 7th 1978 the first day of their preliminary hearing begins in the Girl Scout murder chart case Evidence that have been collected for almost a year becomes public during the hearings determine if hearts case should move to trial and The preliminary hearing will last until July 6th on June 13th Carla Wilhite that 18-year-old camp counter at the Kayawa encampment, testifies that she had found the murdered girls along the camp's path on her way to the showers

at 6am on June 13th. She was asked about any unusual things happening during the week before the scouts arrived. She related a story of hearing footsteps and a strange scratching sound on the screen door late one night at the camp staff house. When asked if there were any homosexuals at the camp, she replied that she didn't know of any. Another camp counselor at the Kaya and Cam at DN elder testified that one of the Kaya would tend to have a slash in the flap sometime right before the scouts arrived.

Also, if you want to why she was asked if there were any homosexuals at camp, this wasn't some weird example of homophobia. This question was asked because prosecutors wanted to show that no women working or standing at the camp would have been motivated to commit a sexual crime against the girls. They wanted to rule out any chance of jury members thinking that one of the female counselors could have done it because there was a theory that even though Seaman had been found in the tent, that there may have been multiple assailants, one of which could have been a woman and the prosecution wanted to shut that theory down. On June 8, 1978, during the preliminary trial, camp counselor

D and elder testifies it on the morning of June 13th. She had run to check the victim's tent. She opened the tent flap found no children, no sleeping bags, no mattress covers on the mattresses. All she saw was blood on the mattresses and blood on the tent floor. Man, I'm guessing the memory of that haunt her to this day. June 9, 1978 revealed that a note had warned of murders at Camp Scott. It had been found several weeks before the killings. Barbara Day, director of Camp Scott, testified that the note had been found in April by Michelle Hoffman, a senior girl scout attending the camp, the threat had been considered a a prank and had not been brought to anyone's attention until later in the summer.

The exact words of the note were never made available because the note had been destroyed soon after it was discovered. You can find numerous articles on the web about this note, many of which say something like the note said that three girls will be killed. I doubt it. It feels like a bit of fake news added to spice up this story. Barbara Day also recounted that on June 13th at 6 a.m. I doubt it. That feels like a bit of fake news added to spice up this story. Barbara Day also recounted that on June 13th at 6 a.m.

Camp Counselor D. Ann Elder came to the director's office, alerted them to the situation. Barbara and her husband, Richard rushed toward the bodies where one of the slaying girls lay on top of the sleeping bag with no clothes from the waist down, dried blood from a head wound. Nearby were two other sleeping bags with the two other girls dead bodies inside of them. Richard Day voiced his concern on not touching anything. Then someone else suggested covering the exposed body up. So Richard then did cover the body

without disturbing or moving it. Now did covering that body beneath hurt the future investigation? No, I don't think it did, doesn't seem to. Ben Woodward, the camp ranger, testified that he found a role of tape in a flashlight with a lens covered with a piece of green plastic, except for a tiny hole that would allow a narrow beam of light.

That's such a creepy detail. Somebody had modified a flashlight to be able to still be bright enough, right, to just barely be able to find a kid, to rape and murder, but not be bright enough to attract a lot of attention, so premeditated, turning a flashlight into some kind of creepy pito light. On June 11th, 1978, Larry Mullins, a fingerprint technician for the Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation, testifies that two fingerprints were found and taken from the flashlight, found to the bodies, and from a cot in the slain girl's tent.

He disassembled the flashlight, found a newspaper clipping stuffed between the battery and the bottom of the flashlight. Unfortunately, no fingerprints have been found on the plastic case of the flashlight or on the battery. There was a latent fingerprint on the reflector inside of the flashlight, but not in good enough condition to conclusively identify anyone. The cot fingerprints also not good enough to identify anyone conclusively either. So frustrating to have a clue that almost really, really helps all the case, but not quite. This case is full of these type of clues. Additional testimony further illustrates that the intruder

who killed the girls had come prepared. Introduced into evidence was tape and a cord that had been used to bind two of the girls in an additional cord and cloth that had been used on the third child. On June 12, 1978, Dr. Neil Hoffman, a medical examiner, testifies that the girls probably died between four and six a.m. One was strangled the other two died from blows to the head. On June 27, 1978, additional information is shared, including unknown men

being seen at Camp Scott a few days prior to the slanes. Also, two counselors have been frightened by two men at the camp the night before the murders. Celia Stahl, unit leader at Camp Scott, told of how campers had voiced concerns of seen a man behind their tent wearing khaki clothes and army boots, whereas another man was seen by Latrean the night of the murders. In two incidents during the week before camp, began Miss Stahl testified the two staff members were followed by some with a flashlight in another incident her friend and seen a man enter her tent. Richard Day, husband of the camp director of Barbara Day testified he had encountered a stranger in the camp the day before the scouts arrived wearing jeans and a workshop, carrying

a clear plastic jug and looking for water. And again, while all of this sounds terrible considering what happened, no one could have known that a creepy dude seen in camp would lead to murs. I've gone camping with my family many, many, many times since they were very young, Yellowstone, Glacier, numerous California state parks, all around Idaho County and just various locations. And if we would have packed up and left every time we saw a creepy looking dude in the camp area, we would have packed up and left just about every time the world is full of creepy looking dudes in the camp area. We would have packed up and left just about every time. The world is full of creepy looking dudes in the woods.

To many people, I'm a creepy looking dude. If you saw someone who looked like me, walking through the woods, you'd probably nervous. Now people were supposed to be at the camp grounds with me and my family weren't the ones we were at and dudes were not supposed to be at camp Scott. I do get that, but seeing a dude in camp, I get why that didn't cause them to shut it all down. They probably saw creepy dudes walking through the woods

every summer, right? The camp was not fenced in. There wasn't like clearly marked signs all around the perimeter of the camp. It was just woods. And you can just walk through the woods from one property and then just suddenly being camp Scott and not even know you're in camp Scott. June 28thth while still determining if the state had enough evidence to hold Jean Hart for trial, it was revealed that two separate bloody foot tracks were found inside the tent. One track appeared to be of a military type boot, the other had been left at some type of tennis shoe, while the tracks appeared to be made by a shoe that could a very well belong to Jean Hart. Again, you couldn't say that for sure. Damn, it's just another

maybe clue. Little odd that there's two different types of shoes. Similar military type print found on the trail between two of the camp units. Similar boot print found behind a nearby home adjacent to Camp Scott. The house had been burglarized items taken, which included a two inch roll of black duct tape and nylon rope, similar to the roll of tape found near the bodies and rope, which was used to bind one of the girls. On June 30th, 1978, three caves south of Locust Grove and your camp's got appeared to be related to the murders. The first cave located at Spring Creek was about three miles from the camp and was discovered by some squirrel hunters four days after the murders. That's how they're described, squirrel hunters. Is that a real thing? Are you really a hunter if you're going

squirrel hunting specifically? Squirrel hunting feels like a small step above mouse hunting or gerbil hunting. I googled squirrel hunting and only one website came up and it just had a homepage with only one sentence and that sentence read shut the fuck up hillbilly. Actually, apparently gray squirrels have almost half a pound of meat on them and they taste better than rabbit. I don't know. I'll eat a lot of things but squirrel meat does not appeal to me on any level. I've never seen it on a menu. I don't think I ever will. I don't think I can get a good restaurant.

A restaurant that has Squirrel Meat on the menu. Excuse me, what is today's special? I'm glad you asked, sir. Today we are offering a lovely backwood surf and turf. It's a five-ounce squirrel steak heavily seasoned with a cheap salt and gas station ketchup. Served burnt to crisp. It is accompanied by a pond carp fillet. So, draw after being left out by the dumpster for several hours and a half eaten by an alicate. It is an extremely pungent dish. Anyway, cave was found by some squirrel hunters. And inside of the thorities found evidence, including sunglasses, green plastic masking tape, similar to the tape on the

flashlight found near the girl's bodies. And I think this is very important. Part of a newspaper matching the newspaper scrap inside the battery compartment of the flashlight, right, that was discovered near the bodies, it's also discovered in this cave. That's obviously very suspicious. Unfortunately, no conclusive prints are found on the newspaper that linked the prints, you know, to the prints found on the crime scene. Also the two wedding photographs, which Hart had apparently developed in 1968 were found in this cave. This to me is the best evidence that links Hart to this crime. I mean, it looks really, really bad that in some random backwards cave, there is part of a newspaper matching the newspaper found inside the creepy petalite, found at the crime scene and photos definitely linked to Gene Hart,

definitely belonging to Gene Hart. What, why did that creep even have those photos? Like these two random photos taken by someone else at a wedding, which is beating off in a cave to these photos. That seems to me like so much more deviant than just straight up porn. Cave number two was really just a covered ledge along Skunk Mountain about two miles from the camp.

Authorities discovered a boot print there that matched the boot print found, you know, in the murder's girls tent, also matched a boot print found outside of Shroff's ranch, old jack offs ranch. Another boot print identified outside a grocery store at Sam's corner that had been burglarized shortly after the murders and appeared to be linked to the killings. And all of this would be awesome evidence if all these boot prints were for sure left by a gene heart, but investigators could have never conclusively linked these prints to prints made by a boot he for sure owned and wore a cigarette butt taken from cave number two was tested for saliva.

It was determined to be hard to blood type, but that doesn't mean it was for sure his doesn't mean he did it another maybe clue. Authorities also linked to Vienna sausage can found it upon their cave number two is coming from the burglarized grocery at Sam's corner. Camp number three, a mile from Camp Scott located on Jack Schroff's property, located on the on the Jack Off Ranch was where officials found a message written

on the wall of a cave that read the killer was here by by fools, 61777. A young prison inmate had led authorities to that cave in July 1977 interesting, but heart said he didn't do that. You know, there was no heart evidence to link hard to writing that note on July 7th 1978 to close the preliminary trial. Gene Hart is ordered by special district judge Jess B. Clinton to stand trial for first degree murders of the three girls, although no one piece of evidence for sure linked heart to the murders, the judge felt

that there was enough enough probable cause to believe that heart could have committed the crimes. On November 24, 1978, it is revealed that May's county district attorney Sid Wise had signed an agreement with the prior newsman, Ron Grimsley, to co-author a book about the Girl Scout murders just four months after the June 1977 murders happened. Wise had allowed Grimsley to view secret OSPI and FBI investigative reports about the crimes and Wise was to receive 75% of the proceeds from the book sales. After details of this arrangement are just closed, Sid Wise has to bow out of the case, fucking idiot.

You want to write a book about all this fine, do it, but don't fuck up the actual investigation and you're hurry to do so. Well, man, do your job first. The prosecution now will be led by Tulsa County District Attorney, SM Fowl, the junior files had assisted in the case since June 1978, when he was asked to join the team on the eve of the preliminary hearing for Gene Hart. But this has to hurt the prosecution a little bit.

The guy to be in there at the beginning now doesn't get to proceed with the prosecution. On March 5th, 1979, jury selection begins for the first degree murder trial of Jean Leroy Hart. This election will take place from March 5th until the trial begins on March 19th, 1979. In the end, 12 canned Vienna sausage, eaten maze county squirrel hunting hillbillies will decide this case. Okay, I don't know who they were. On March 19, 1979, the first day of trial begins for the murder, murder charges against Gene Hart.

The jury consists of six men and six women. The courthouse is packed includes the parents of the murdered girls who will attend every day of the trial. God damn. What a terrible thing for a parent to go through, right? To sit through a trial for the rape and murder of your young daughter. How many times you fantasize about sneaking a gun into the courtroom, kill in the suspect, and then possibly turn to the gun on yourself in that situation.

Right? I cannot imagine the pain those parents felt, hope I never ever have to. March 22nd, 1979, during the trial, photograph of the murder scene, photographic slides of the victims' mutilated bodies are viewed by the jurors. Certain photos are eliminated due to the graphic content that could have been too overwhelming for the jurors to view. Dr. Neil Hoffman, Tulsa County medical examiner, some with the name that sucks compared to Dr. Robbie Rob fill, told the jury that all three girls have been beaten possibly by the

head of a camp acts. The Milner girl had died of strangulation. The other two girls were killed by blows to the head with a camp acts. The Milner girl had died of strangulation. The other two girls were killed by blows to the head with a blunt object. He also described the condition of the bound of mutilated bodies and told how all three girls have been sexually assaulted. He believed one girl had been sexually assaulted

after her death due to lack of bleeding from her wounds. On March 23rd and Reed in Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation Technician, testified that microscopic examination of hair found on Milner's body and in the victim's tent and hair samples taken from heart showed identical characteristics. Looks good, but again, it's another maybe clue. The hair did not conclusively link heart to the crime.

Because I'm March 27, 2, chemist, one of former Oklahoma State Health Department chemists testify that hair and other samples taken from Jean Hart failed to positively link him to the desk because those samples could only give possible clues to someone's race, but they could not point to a particular person. Right? So somebody else, you know, who was Cherokee could have, could have had the, you know, the same hair fibers as far as in this type of examination. On March 29th, the last witness called to testify was Mrs. Dean Boyd, who had worked in a cafe in Shoto, Oklahoma, just 15 miles from Camp Scott.

She testified that on June 13th, between 5 a.m. and 6 a.m., a man came into the cafe acting nervously. He kept looking down at his shoes, talking about having car trouble. Mrs. Boyd did not identify him, is looking like Jean Harb, indicating he looked like William Bill Stevens, from a picture she saw of Stevens two years after the unidentified man had been

in the cafe. Authorities had already taken hair blood and sperm samples from Stevens, a man who was imprisoned in Kansas and Kansas, excuse me, for an unrelated crime. He was a suspect at one time. The samples were analyzed, eliminated him as a suspect. Also Stevens had a hard alibi for the time the murders were committed. And also, and I feel like it's just seen a dude who seemed nervous, she'll open a cafe 15 miles away from the murders, right after they happened to do not

covered in blood. Really doesn't have shit to do with this case, but the judge allowed his testimony and it weakened the case against heart by confusing the jury a little bit, gave them some other dude, any other dude to focus on. March 30th, 1979, the trial is over. Jean Leroy Heart is acquitted. The six men, six women jury said that heart was innocent of entering the tent, bludging the three girls and repeatedly assaulting them not guilty. The verdict stunned the local media, stunned most residents and the parents of the slaying

girls. Gene Hart's family began to rejoice. Hart himself began to sob even though he knew he was still going to likely spend the rest of his life in prison for other crimes. A lot of the Cherokee community area also rejoiced. The parents of the victims and more recent interviews compared the trial and a reaction of the verdict amongst Hart's supporters to the OJ Simpson trial. They said that many local Cherokee rallied behind heart because they just did not want

to see a Cherokee man convicted of anything. Again, just speaks to local racial tensions. After hearts acquittled the investigation into the Girl Scout murders is not officially renewed. Those poor parents, at least if they still believe that Gene Hart did it, they got to take some sols and knowing that he was going to spend the rest of his life in prison. His acquittal was not going to change that. March 31st, Gene Hart was returned to the state penitentiary prison in a McAllister, Oklahoma, where he resumed

his 308 year prison term for previous crimes. Two months later on June 1st, 1979, Gene Hart gives an exclusive interview with the Cherokee advocate about being charged with the Girl Scout Murrors. Both of his attorneys are present when the interview is conducted. It's a lengthy five-page interview. There's no need to go over all of it here. I'll just share a few highlights.

Most of it doesn't even talk about the trial, actually. Hart defers to his lawyers constantly during the interview because there are other charges against him. He doesn't want to implicate himself. Also doesn't want to get others in trouble. He does make it clear that numerous people helped him hide out our free broke out of jail nearly four years before the killings and that they continued to help hide him after the murders. Heart does make it clear that he didn't spend much time hiding caves and was usually in someone's

home where he was able to read the newspaper, watch the news, and keep up to date on what was going on with the man hunt to find him. He talked at length about hoping that while he was staying on the run, that authorities would find the real killer and then the pressure to find him would go away. At one point interview asked him, if this is why he didn't turn himself in, and I have to admit, this piece of shit was pretty funny. When he answered, he said, yeah, that and the fact that I had 305 years to serve in a state penitentiary, which was not,

which I was not looking forward to. Yeah, of course, he wasn't going to turn himself in. You fucking dummy. Forget about the girls, got murders. Those crimes aren't why he was hiding in the first place. He was hiding because he was going to spend the rest of his life in jail. If you got caught for anything, he was also pretty funny when the interviewer asked him about, had he not been found before the murders or how, why was he not found before the murders? Since it was common knowledge that he was still in the area, right, almost four years after escaping from prison. And he said, it is either that I am super smart or that law enforcement in the area is super dumb. It has to be one or the other. And I don't feel like I'm that smart.

So there you are. I'm sure May's County Sheriff we ever love that. He'd lose his reelection campaign. This interview might have contributed a little bit to that loss. Jean also said that he felt authorities were focused on him, just a big publicity stunt. And then if there hadn't been so much media coverage regarding trying to find him, he doesn't think the case against him would have even gone to trial. I think that's bullshit. I think there was plenty of evidence to bring him to trial. Keep thinking about the newspaper and the same cave as those photos. He took a, you know, and the hair, yeah, we didn't definitively match him, but it also

sure shit didn't rule him out. On June 4th, 1979, just three days after giving an interview to this Cherokee advocate, heart dies at age 35 of a heart attack out of nowhere at the Oklahoma State Penitentiary McAllister. He had maintained his innocence until his death. Of course he did. And autopsy was performed by Dr. Fred Jordan, the medical examiner who confirmed that heart suffered

from heart disease. Dying young from a heart attack was actually in his family medical history, was nothing suspicious. Several days later, more than 1,000 people attended his funeral at the Locust Grove High School gym. Even after his double rape conviction, even after being the main suspect in the rapes and murders of three little girls, still a ton of community support. Five years later, May 12, 1984, a new maze county sheriff Paul Smith announces that he

knows who had raped and murdered the three little girls. It's not Gene Hart. His three suspects, he said there were three attackers were all natives of Locust Grove. Smith had a roofing hammer. He felt was the possible murder weapon. He was having a tested in a police lab. He also had diverse search and fort gifts in reservoir for a car that he believed the suspects

had been driving the day of the killings. Sheriff Smith felt that more than one person was responsible in the slanes because two different types of weapons have been used to bludgeon the girls. Possibly a tool with a hammerhead Also a blunt instrument such as a rancher of pipe Also the children were bound with two different types of knots a single loop knot and a double half hitch knot

Indicating again the two or more people were involved in the slanes. He thought Smith had succeeded maze county sheriff Weaver in the 1980 sheriff's race Weaver felt that shit Smith used the girl scout case as a way to get elected. And now he was trying to use this new break in the case as a way to get reelected. And Weaver didn't buy Smith's new theory. 1984, Weaver said he was still 1000% convinced it was Gene Hart who would kill those girls. So did Smith's new break lead to catching the real killer? No. Four days later, I may 16th Oklahoma State Bureau of investigation, discounted all of Sheriff Paul Smith's claims. Basically said, get the fuck out of here. Test conducts on the hammer at the OSBI lab showed the hammer designed it not match the pattern on the weapon that it caused injuries to the girls and divers didn't find any cars in the Ford

Gibson reservoir. It's all the big waste of time. Do you made a bold claim to catch the killer? And basically you got called out for not knowing what the fuck he was talking about. And his, uh, reelection campaign, uh, you know, it would not work out. The woman who was a Smith key witness later admitted to lying about all of this July 14th, 1984, the main suspect in the murders other than Gene Hart, William Bill A. Stevens dies in prison at the age of 27. He was stouted death in his cell at Kansas State, Penn, a Tenshury inary in Lansing. Steven had been eliminated by the OSBI suspect years earlier before the trial. As I mentioned earlier, Mrs. Dean Boyd, that waitress at the show dough, a little cafe, just 12 miles from Camp Scott. I claimed that, you know, he was a guy that came into

the cafe that the morning of the murders, you know, kept looking down his hands as boots. So he must have been a killer. March 18th, 1985, the civil suit trial begins in Tulsa County District Court, in which the parents, Dr. Charles and Sherry Farmer and Walter and Betty Milner had filed for damages from the Magic Empire Council for Girl Scouts and Hartford Insurance Company, which ensured Camp Scott took a long time to get that trial going. The parents believed the negligence of the scout council had insurance and insurance company allowed their daughter's deaths. Each family sued for 3.5 million in actual and punitive damages just 10 days later on March 27th by a 93 vote jurors found in

favor of the magic empire council and the Hartford accident and indemnity co in the lawsuit. No money would be given to the parents and while I feel terrible for the parents, I also think this was definitely the right call. Again, those parents knew they were dropping off their kids on a compound that was not guarded by any kind of armed personnel. You send your kids to camp, it's your job to look into how guarded it's going to be. The camp had no protective fence around it, no security system of any kind, nothing.

No one other than maybe a nearby park ranger was armed at all unreasonable to expect a bunch of summer camp counselors, many of whom were teens themselves to protect over a hundred girls sleeping in tents in the woods from any and all evil. Not the counselor's faults. Not the parents fault either, but not the counselor's faults. Sometimes a horrible act just happened and the only real fault lies with the evil fuck who commits those horrible acts. June 6, 1905, the parents file an appeal to Oklahoma Supreme Court after a jury's refusal to reward damages for the deaths.

December 16th of the following year, 1986, the state court of appeals upholds the original ruling. They're not going to get any money. August of 1988, Bonnie Brewster, director of the Magic Empire Council of the Girl Scouts, announces that Camp Scott, which had not been an overnight camp since the murders was now for sale. Several acres on the south end of the former campsite had already been sold to previous year, and now the remaining land was going to be sold shortly after this announcement. October 25, 1989, it does in years after the murders, genetic testing conducted by the

FBI does link gene lee Roy Hart to the slanes, but it does not determine absolutely, positively, you know, conclusively that he was the killer almost, but not quite. Hart's body fluids matched three out of five probes of DNA evidence obtained at the crime scene, and the two other tests were inconclusive, meaning he also might match up on those. It wasn't that he didn't match. It was that the DNA, you know, the DNA fluid, I guess, the DNA evidence had deteriorated. Report of the evidence forward to the FBI included

the pillowcase stained with seminal fluid as well as a known blood sample from heart. OSBI officials asked the FBI to conduct a test because the samples were old, but the federal lab had little experience handling such old and deteriorating evidence and the results were inconclusive. Many believe that had those pillowcases been tested, you know, or not been tested until

now had the samples been preserved, heart would be positively linked to the crime. I'll circle back on this DNA test at the end of the suck. First let's talk about a Wacadoo, whose crazy claims about who did it are thrown around on all kinds of articles about the killings on the web as if this is a real thing, some kind of shitty fake news that shows up on all these listsites of like, you know, did you know this about the Oklahoma, you know, Girl Scout murders that there was this, you know, other guy who was convinced that these other people did it and, you know, you should look into this. No, it's fucking nonsense. August 20th, 1990, Reverend Gerald Manley, then the United Methodist pastor in Peola and Wayne, a few rural churches south Oklahoma city, claimed to have seen the killings, claimed

to be able to identify two of the killers. So there was three and check out this ludicrous tale. I can't believe this, this tale gets reported gets reported without a disclaimer of, this is fucking crazy. Manly said that on June 12th, the day before the murders, he was driving past Camp Scott and then he ran out of gas and he says two young men pulled over to help him and they drove into a gas station, then drove him back to his car and he says that these men were talking about a purse they had stole from a counselor's tent at Camp Scott. Then after the minister gets his gas and leaves the man, he drives to Tulsa, visits a friend, then late that night, he

drives back to the Camp Scott area, hoping to find one of the guys who'd helped him get gas and then he gets tired and he pulls over and he falls asleep. Let the fuck I already don't believe the story. And then gets more ridiculous. Manly claims that one of the men who'd helped him earlier pulls up to his car again while he's asleep. They wake him up, they talk him into walking out into the woods with him. In the middle of the night, they walk straight to the ill-fated camp Scott,

Kaya with tent number eight to meet two other dudes. Then he says he looked into the tent. These men were standing by where he claims to have seen one of the girls on the floor. Denise, the two other girls then he says he looked into the tent these men were standing by where he claims to have seen one of the girls on the floor the needs the two other girls zipped up in their sleeping bags all three dead blood everywhere and then these guys just let him walk back to his car and if you're like what

why did they take him out there in the first place where did he go like why why why would he go where did where did that what this is a story ever yeah you're right oh spi later said that the same minister had brought them all of this uh... you Where did it? Where did it? What? This is dumb a story ever. Yeah, you're right. OSPI later said that the same minister had brought them all of this, you know, this whole story shortly after the crimes, you know, years ago, and they didn't follow up on it because Reverend Manley is a fucking lunatic. They didn't use that term to describe him, but I got to feeling that's what they thought.

A private investigator who had become obsessed with solving this case for years, Ted Littarner firmly believed in Manley's account and based in desire to reopen the case on Manly's account, which tells me that Ted Littarner is also a lunatic. This is the shittiest guy I know who did it story ever. Let's really break this down. Let me get this straight. First, you run out of gas.

Okay, I get that. I don't bump on that. I've driven a lot. It's never happened to me. I take extra care to make sure I don't run out of gas or on the middle of nowhere, but whatever. I know that a lot. It's never happened to me. I take extra care to make sure I don't run out of gas on the middle of nowhere But whatever I know that it happens Then to deal then to dudes pull over to help you out also get that sound like nice guys Doesn't sound like the type of guys who are about to rape and kill three little girls

Guys who then casually talk about stealing shit from the camp where the girls are about to be murdered. I do bump on that. That has never happened Hey, Billy do you want to head back to the place where we just stole from later tonight and rape and kill some kids? Yes, Doug, I sure do, but first I want to pull over and see if this gentleman needs help. And when we get out of the car, be sure to talk about stealing shit from the camp. Let's make sure that we link ourselves to the crime scene and then we will let him go. After spending enough time with him for him to be able to definitely identify us later. No, but get that I get out of here. Then the story gets even dumber. Manly says he got gas from these dudes drives back to tolls and visits a friend drives back to the area to find these dudes in the middle of

the night. No. No. Right. It gets tired falls asleep next to the highway and then one of these same dudes a find him again, b up, then C, for reasons never made clear. Take him to the murder site. Just let him see the dead bodies, let him get a good look at everybody involved. And then just say, hey, have a good night. Thanks for coming out and checking out all the dead bodies. This is the horrible thing we did.

Take care, Jesus name me man. The fuck, what? Manly says then he went to a coffee shop to regroup after seeing the body and why would he do that? This dumb shit could have at least taken the time you know to put more work into this half-ass story None of this happened fuck Reverend Manly fuck the Turner Why would these guys walk a stranger out to a girl's good camp of the millenite showing the body of the girls He right to murder then let him walk out of camp millenite and why did he walk out of the camp? Why don't these other dudes just let him go out of camp, millenite, and why did he walk out of the camp?

Why don't these other dudes just let him go? Just fucking go wake up the camp counselors. Right, why go to a coffee shop to regroup? Why not at least go straight to the police? Manly seems to have vanished years ago. He probably died in an insane asylum. The Tulsa world newspaper couldn't get a hold of him for articles about the murders a couple years back.

Hopefully he's not leading the world's dumbest cult somewhere, full of people gullible enough to follow his shitty stories. The Turner also seems to have disappeared, maybe died. That idiot would go on to sue the Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation in 1993 for supposedly stealing evidence he'd found that was key to solving the murders he told the press. That case was, you know, quickly dismissed, Probably because what he claimed didn't happen. In 1996, he'd resurfaced again, saying he had three new suspects,

and he had lots of evidence. Lots of evidence, the original investigators had missed. The guy will just not go away. He petitions a court in May's county to conduct DNA tests on his new suspects, and they basically tell him to fuck off. The internal attorney says he has a petition

to open a new investigation into the case to examine unspecified crimes committed by unnamed law enforcement officials. And the court essentially tells him, no, you don't. It's not a real petition. Please go away. You sad maniac. And you still won't go away.

So then the court reminds the turn of that he needs to pay a fine for, he still needs to pay a fine for being charged in 1991 for operating as a private investigator without a license. Of course, he was charged with that. He's not even a a private investigator without a license of course he was charged with that He's not even a real private investigator and then he's like oh, yeah, oh, yeah, I forgot about that. Oh, oh Then he pays the fines, but he still doesn't go away 2002 Ted Latter-in-a-Tries to get yet another petition going To reopen this case he said he identified the three dudes manly had seen a camp Scott that night and that stupid story

Sunny James former actual suspect Bill Stevens the guy from the cafe That have fucking out by Frank Justice, right? Bill is long dead at this point did their two or Oklahoma felons cur- you know, they're serving time and the whole thing was nonsense all three head Alibis They weren't in the area when the crimes occurred According to one service when this petition did not open a new investigation of the Turner quote left town has started drinking. I love it. This fucking sad maniac.

It's sitting in a bar somewhere that I know who did it. No, take it seriously. And later you clean yourself up and the source didn't say what you did after that. You probably spent the rest of his days in conspiracy chat rooms or just wandering around in a downtown street corner. Just yelling and thin air. I know, definitely. Just listen to my petition.

I did. Remember it makes everything. Street Corner to see all the things that I don't have to just listen to my petition. I can't remember my stuff. Everything. Back to the last part of the timeline now. October 11, 1991, former Maze County Sheriff Glenn Pete Weaver dies at the age of 71. The man who had led the initial investigation into the murders in 1987, he had had two heart attacks and he blamed stress from the murders as the reason for those heart attacks. Weaver would believe that Jean Hart was the killer until the day he died. May 31, 1993,

Jean Hart's mother, Ella May Buckskin, dies at the age of 67. She had stood by her son and her support never wavered. On May 19, 2002, the results of a 2001 DNA test failed to link gene Lee Jane. Yeah, gene lee Roy heart conclusively to the crimes. Pillow case was tested once again. Officials used to seamen stain pillow case from the crime scene. Seamen was suspected to have been hearts. FBI test that same pillow case, you know, in 1979, as you know, the tests were inconclusive. Now the test results were even less conclusive because the test samples had deteriorated even further. Five years later, May of 2007, more testing begins and DNA recover from one of the victims

with a known semen sample. Following summer, June 25, 2008, the results come back from that test and are again inconclusive. Right? The test to establish the DNA profile, the sexual assailant, it was just too deteriorated to obtain a proper DNA profile. And if you look at Reddit threads and YouTube comments about this case, you'll see comments about how the DNA couldn't have been gene hearts because gene had had a vasectomy before the Girl Scout murders and therefore could not have left semen at the crime scene and all

of those comments are left by people who don't understand what fucking semen is. A vasectomy does not mean you do not ejaculate anymore, right? You don't ejaculate sperm anymore, but you still ejaculate semen, right? And the majority of seminal fluid is not sperm. I know this for sure because I've had a vasectomy. And it's not like I went from having come, just, you know, to just having a Russia air come out.

When I were going to be something, pfff. It's not like just dust shoots out. Uh, uh, uh. Pfff. Or that it whistles or something. Just, oh, oh my god, oh my god. Pfff.

Pfff. Pfff. Now, I still stuff, there's still stuff. Almost six years ago, March 8th, 2014, the Oklahoma State Bureau investigation reports that it continued work or it was continuing work on the decades old Girl Scout murder's case.

No new breaks have been reported. More than 200 items of evidence using the most up to date forensic techniques available to the bureau have been tested. Still no one knows who did it for sure. The National Center for Missing and Exploited Children also reviewed the case and as of this recording, they have also yet to solve this enduring murder mystery. And that takes us out of this time suck timeline. Good job, soldier.

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Tedlet Turner is never cracked a single case, but he will take your accusations seriously and isn't that what you really want. So hire Tedlet Turner. Go to www.useidbalee believe it dot biz dot net dot GTFO. Now back to the Vartail. Keep thinking about Tadler Turner. What a sad story, right? Kids being killed with summer camp and then the killer isn't even found or at least isn't convicted. The camp Scott murders were not the first time a girl scout had been sexually murdered at a girl scout summer camp. 14 years before Camp Scott, Colorado Girl Scout Margaret Elizabeth Beck, 16 from Denver,

was murdered one night in her tent. In 1963, Margaret was found dead in her sleeping bag at the mile high Girl Scout camp. The teenager slept alone in the 10th, the last night of a five day outing. No one heard anything the night she was killed and nearest tent was 75 feet away. Her tent companion has spent the night in the infirmary due to a cold. When camp personnel first found her body, they noticed no signs of violence and initially thought Margaret, whose body was zipped up in her sleeping bag, had choked in her sleep or a diet of heart failure. And then I think pretty suspiciously before the sheriff arrived on the scene, camp leaders

had cleaned everything up in her tent, packed her clothes, swept everything up in an attempt to keep from scaring other campers, or maybe an attempt to cover up a rape and murder that one of them had just committed. One or more of them. And they're sleeping bag with unzipped, officials discovered Margaret have been sexually assaulted and murdered. Officials questioned over 105 campers, program aides, other girls got officials and they did believe that one of them was the killer, but without physical evidence, no arrests were

ever made. DNA tests conducted in 2007 also led to no breaks. And that decades old cold case. One good thing that came out of the camp Scott murders was a change in the way summer camps were conducted, at least in the Girl Scout camps in Oklahoma. The Tulsa-based Magic Empire Council didn't have a traditional summer camp from the time of the murders until four years later in 1991 when in the acquired land on the zinc ranch in Ostage County for camp tall chief at the new camps. Gout stayed and raised cabins rather than intense with fewer trees surrounding the cabins a large fence with barbed wire around the top surrounds the camp professional security

on site plans in place for medical and law enforcement personnel to provide security and quick response. Perspective staff members were now screened, attend mandatory training, which includes health safety and emergency procedures. Neither the parents nor visitors are allowed to show up unannounced during the camp sessions. To my knowledge, no other Girl Scouts were ever seriously harmed by anyone after these changes were put into place, So that's something positive. All right. So after hearing what you've heard, who do you think did it? Do you think Gene Leroy Heart did it?

The only man charged with the crimes. I think Gene Heart did it for sure. I don't want to explain why. I think you did it for sure based on some extra DNA details. I did not share with you. Combined with some rudimentary mathematical analysis and common sense. Love numbers. Good old fashioned. Don't give a analysis and common sense. Love numbers. Good old fashioned.

Don't give a fuck about you numbers. Love math. If more jurors had a better understanding of math, maybe more guilty people would be behind bars. More innocent people would be free. I mean, in this case, I will say they didn't have the DNA evidence during the original trial. So I'm not talking about those jurors.

But let's revisit the 1989 DNA test. If you'll recall genetic testing conducted by the FBI using heart's body fluids matched three probes of DNA evidence obtained at the crime scene three out of five. The other two probes were inconclusive because the same, you know, the fluid had deteriorated too much to be tested. So let's really look at what all this means. In this specific test, matching on three probes out of five means that only one person out of 7700 American Indians with the you know people with a significant amount of American Indian ancestry would match the crime scene sample as well as hearted. Only one in 7700 American Indians.

So that's a pretty good goddamn match, right? When you really break it all down because let's bust out that math now. Let's theorize a bit. The entire population of Oklahoma in 1977 was 2,870,000. That number includes every man, woman, and child, whether they are American Indian or not. Only 372 of those people would have matched as well as hearted

if they all were American Indian, which of course they were not. So check this out. Let's dig a little further. According to the US census in 2015, only 6% of Oklahoma's population identifies as being American Indian. To keep things simple, let's just say, I'm aware I'm a speculating here, that 6% was the same percentage in 1977. In that case, of the 372 people, only 22 would qualify as being a viable murder suspect,

but that number doesn't take into account gender. Seaman was found at the crime scene, so safe to say a dude did it. That's generally how rape and seaman works. Also according to 2015, US Census Bureau stats, almost exactly half of all Oklahoma's are men, 49.5% to be exact. So now we take the number 22 down to 11. But what about age? It's not like a fucking baby or an octogenarian could have done this. 6.6% of Oklahoma's under the age of five, 15.7 over the age of 65. Again,

safe to say, little kid, senior citizen didn't do this. Let's knock it down to another 10%. Now we're down to 10 people, only 10. We now have taken a population of almost three million gone down to 10 people who could have done that. Now, obviously, it's not as if only someone from Oklahoma could have committed this crime, but also nearly three million total people were not in the area when the crime occurred, not even close. So I think the number 10 we arrived at out of the people who could have committed the crime is extremely generous. And of those theoretical 10, how many were convicted sex offenders? How many were expert would've been like heart reputedly was?

How many knew that specific area, that exact area really well? How many were known to be in that area? How many did not have alibi's that night, right? I'm going to guess just Jean Hart. Jean Hart did not have aibi's that night, right? I'm gonna guess just Jean Hart. Jean Hart did not have a fucking alibi, right? Again, he did already go to prison for the rape of two women. Two women he abducted at the same time. Think about the similarity there.

Two women he tied up, then raped back to back. The girls were attacked at the same time. The girls were tied up. They were raped back to back to back. Younger, yes, only eight, nine and 10, not a crazy amount younger. And they were who were there, maybe the crime of opportunity. He did look possibly.

It sounds like he might have looked into other tents. Maybe that was the 10 he just found like it is best shot at. The original girls weren't killed, but I don't think it's crazy to think that Gene, if he did it, right, regretted not killing the first two victims who then identified him, who then, you know, that crime compounded with the burglaries as well put him in prison for the rest of his life. And remember the cave with the photos, link conclusively to Jean and most damning in my mind, the newspaper copy that was connected to scraps of paper found in that modified petal light found at the crime scene.

When you add all of that up, this motherfucker with guilty come on. Maybe not quite beyond a reasonable doubt for court proceedings But in the real world in real life guilty a shit If only the jury had DNA evidence to look at also all the footprints all the other evidence Well none of that have like the hair and everything remember none of that conclude conclave conclusively Jesus Christ Pointed at gene none of it ruled him out either, right? Everything said that, yeah, everything they looked at

was being like, yeah, this could have been his. Yes, this could have been his. Yes, this does match him. It also matches other people, but it also matches him. There was nothing that was like, nope. This doesn't match him at all, like nothing. And those final two DNA probes, it's not like he didn't match up with those again too, right?

They were just two deteriorated to test. Vegas odds are in favor of this guy be a slam dunk guilty test had existing DNA technology existed back in 1977 when the DNA samples were fresh. I will bet my life that he would match up on all fucking five of those, right? Ugh, and if you would have matched up on all five, it would have been a one in a billion match.

He would have been proven guilty for sure. So that's what I think. So last stop before the takeaways, I thought about doing an idiots of the internet segment in the suck, but I just couldn't find any funny comments under videos about these murders. Mostly just comments blaming the counselors for not taking the noises they heard the night of the murder seriously, which I already addressed. As you know, I get the counselors not investigating each and every cry for mom, each and every odd noise. Right. When I first took my kids camping when they were, when they were much younger, they freaked out. Kyler, my son, was positive that he kept hearing

a bear roaming around outside the camp or outside like the tent. He did not. There was no bear. I listened. I checked. I walked outside with my flashlight, numerous times to try to shut him up. I reminded him that I had a gun with me. I would shoot the bear if need be. I told him whatever I thought, you know, would work just to get him to go to sleep. I was exhausted. What did he hear? He heard the wind. He heard some deer. It rained a bit. Maybe heard some raccoons. Maybe heard nothing. If you don't understand how someone could ignore strange sounds the night, I doubt you've camped much. And I really doubt you've camped much at all around a lot of other people. On another camping trip when my kids were younger, in a crowded California campground, I had

to get Kyler, M&Row, and two other kids, or had to get after them for crying wolf, but one of them started screaming for help. And I mean screaming. It sounded like they were being killed, freaked me the fuck out. Was actually anything wrong? Nope. Was something horrible happening? No. Just a couple kids all hopped up on camp junk food, acting crazy. No one is in danger, no one was in danger of anything other than being touched in a game of tag. And I heard other kids shouting and making odd noises

that same trip, right? And there was maybe 20 total kids in that campground. Now imagine a campground full of 140 kids. So if any of you counters or other campers from the ill-fated 1977 camp Scott Summer Camp happened to listen to this podcast. I hope you don't feel guilty. You did nothing wrong. Jean Hart did something wrong and no one else, my opinion.

Okay, I've given you plenty of my opinions. Now let's back it. Look back at some facts with one more time with today's top five takeaways. Time, suck, top five takeaways. Takeaways. Number one early in the morning of June 13th, 1977, the bodies of eight-year-old Laurie Lee Farmer, 10-year-old Doris Denise Milner, nine-year-old Michelle, Heather Goose, were found to camp Scott, a girl scout camp in rural eastern Oklahoma. All three girls have been raped and murdered the night before.

Number two, with the prime suspect in the 1977 Oklahoma Girl Scott murders with Gene Lee Roy Hart. Hart was convicted of rapists who had broken that in jail almost four years before the murders and was hiding in the area when the murders took place. Numerous pieces of evidence point to Gene being the perpetrator of these crimes. Number three, on March 30, 1979, the trial is over. Hart is acquitted. The six man, six woman jury said Hart was innocent of entering theth, 1979, the trial is over. Heart is acquitted. The six man, six woman jury said, a heart was innocent of entering the tent, bludging

the three girls and repeatedly assaulting them. And then heart would die of a heart attack while in prison for other crimes just a few months later on June 4th. Number four, Reverend Gerald Manley and Unlicensed Private Investigator Ted Latturner are fucking idiots. Number five, new info. Something good to end on after a really dark suck. Two of the victims' parents took their pain

and used it to help the families of future victims so brave. After Michelle Goose's death, her father, Richard Goose, helped establish the victims' Bill of Rights in Oklahoma. Goose said that he felt as though he and his wife were ignored by law enforcement and prosecutors. So he drafted the bill to create coordinating centers in Oklahoma to keep victims and families involved in every step of the legal process. He said these sense of feeling like he was just a piece of the furniture began when officials

called to tell him his nine-year-old daughter, Michelle died. He said authorities wouldn't tell him how Michelle died. He had a turn on the television, watched the news to learn that his daughter and two other young girls have been dragged from their tents as they slept, bound at the wrist, raped and then bludgeoned to death fuck The bill he helped create authorized Creation of a victim victim witness coordinating center in each of Oklahoma's judicial districts

The centers helped victims and do help victims and their families understand exactly what is going on at each step of the legal proceedings in which they're involved Victims have a chance to voice their opinions on sentences being imposed through plea bargaining procedures. Victims and their families are given moral support and counseled on the rights. The victim's bill of rights also creates the victim's compensation board, which since October, 1901 has handed out money to crime victims to help them deal with the cost of being a victim. State courts assess fees from convicted criminals to fund the compensation board.

Before the bill's passage, Goose said the victim really didn't have any rights. A victim could get his face beaten in and then be liable for the bills. Meanwhile, the guy who did it is getting free medical care. The victim's compensation board can award as much as 10 grand to a victim and they have awarded 10 grand in the past. For example, 1905, the board paid 10 grand to Randy Hartzel, husband of a Tulsa news woman named Valerie Shaw Hartzel, who was murdered. The money was intended to help Hartzel cope with the cost of raising the couple's daughter

alone. Also, murder victim Lori Farmer's mother, Sherry Farmer, founded the Oklahoma chapter of parents of murdered children. An organization dedicated to providing assistance and support to the families of homicide victims. Amazing how strong meat sacks can be, to have a child murdered and not collapse, to not give up instead to help others hail Nimrod. And that is all for today's top five takeaways. Time suck, top five takeaways.

And that is it, the first topic of the new decade. Spaces or Chows in 1977, Oklahoma Girl Scout murders has been sucked. Technically a mystery, but I feel like, I feel like an O did it. And apologies for extra mush-mouthing this today. I got this stupid sinus situation. It's like at the very end of a cold.

It's like it's gross, but a little bit of drainage and I've been fighting it. This whole sucked. It's trying to hold it in and not make gross mouth noises on Mike. It's been in my head the whole time. Thanks to the time, so team. Thanks to Queen of the Suck, Lindsey Comet, high priest of the Suck Harmony Velocamp,

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suck discord channel via the time suck app over 4800 die hard suckers in there. Next week, another space that's are chosen topic. There was a tie vote between the Girl Scout murders and bizarre mental disorders. So we're doing that one too. I'm going to share some pretty staggering statistics on mental illness with you. And we're going to learn about some of the most common mental illnesses plus digging to some of the most controversial and some of the most rare and well, just fucking bizarre mental disorders, like alien hand syndrome, a phenomenon in which one hand or sometimes a leg feels like it is not under control of one's mind.

It feels like it's acting independently. And also, apateminophilia or body integrity identity disorder, B-I-I-D, defined by the uncontrollable desire to amputate one or more of one's healthy limbs or to become paraplegic. And there's also philanthropy, a strange delusional disorder in which the suffer believes that he or she is a cow or an ox. Yeah, it's going to get informative, it's going to get weird. Next week on Time Suck, I like it.

Now let's get to the first time Sucker updates of the new decade. Sweet sweet meat sack Dylan Cumpston sending in what I think is a good reminder and lesson to kick off today's messages. Dylan writes, good morning, Suck Master General, Lord of the Suck, preacher of Bojangles Will. I've been a fan of your standup for some time now and recently found out about time suck from the boys at Heartland Radio 2.0 and the Pat McAvie show 2.0

and thank to them I found my new favorite podcast. Recently I've been bingeing the suck but skipping around to whatever topic peaks my interest of the day. While listing I have caught on to a motif for all these serial killers and psychopaths, uh, with concerning their motives. Most seem to have been bullied or believed they were bullied at one point in their childhood. And I believe in the Albert Fish Suck showbiz. Uh, you mentioned how due to your last name, you got picked on. I too,

due to my unfortunate name, Dylan Cumpston. If you share this, you may use my name. I consent, Luciferina, have your way with me. I got picked on too. I've heard it all. Dylan comesumpston. If you share this, you may use my name. I can sent Luciferina have your way with me. I got picked on two. I've heard it all Dylan comes a ton. Dildo Cumpstain. That's a pretty good one. Dildo Cumpstain is pretty clever. Cumpuddle, et cetera. I used to get frustrated at a young age and ask my parents if I could change my name, but instead my dad played me a boy named Sue by Johnny Cash and talked to me about his meaning. I learned a valuable lesson from this, the cliche that the lion doesn't lose sleep over

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that was under attack. Everyone was scared and I left work immediately to go pick her up. I would just like to spread this word to everyone I can because there are so many parents I know that are afraid to send their child to traditional school systems. I think that the interaction of getting teased and learning how to cope with it is important. Because one

day that kid is going to grow up and get a job. When their boss yells at them because he did something wrong, no one will be around to shelter them. No one will listen to a complaint of a grown ass meat sack who put themselves in a bad situation. Dilling with the anger of others is a part of life. Anger is an important emotion that many people who wish for cotton candy and rainbows wish would disappear. Oh, God, I'm so with you. We need to still have tough skin to be able to hand the bullying done to us. We also need to have enough tough skin to stand up to our peers and stop it from just

being mean-spirited hate. This is the difference between teasing and hate. Our parents need to instill confidence in our children to teach them to love themselves and others. Being a better person doesn't mean you get to just put all the negativity in a box and needs to be aired out and taking care of not ignored. Thank you for listening. Keep on making an amazing show.

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So no one can ever over here laugh at your expense or maybe a shitty comment. Grow the fuck up. Are you gonna curl into a ball? Just cry. This is the first time a boss gets pissed to you. Ah, God, if you do, I hope you're fucking so embarrassed by yourself.

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this. December 26 I took my father into the emergency room due to John this yellow skin in case you can't pronounce the word lol due to a liver liver issue. I can't pronounce John John this only because I've had it a few times myself. The doctors did an ultrasound to get an idea of what was going on with this liver. The results broke me at 10.30 pm. A doctor walks into my dad's room, delivers the worst news I've ever received. Pancreatic cancer. Fuck. The doctor told me that there was nothing that could be done and that he would be gone in three months. My whole world came crashing down around me as I sat there taking in all of his information, sitting in a room alone with just my dad, looking me in the eyes, smiling the most innocent smile

as the doctor delivers the worst news I've ever heard. We had to stay that night at the hospital so that the doctors could monitor my dad. I sat there staring at my dad, all I could do was cry alone in the room while he slept. I needed a distraction and the first thing I turned to was a podcast. As I was up to date on time, so I turned on scared to death in that night and the next day I listened to 10 episodes and got caught up. I don't think that I can say this clearly enough. Thank you. You and Lindsay are the only thing that got me through that night.

As I sat there lost, no one I was going to lose my father and my hero, you and Lindsay were there. As I write this today, just finished listing to the current time suck episode about Colonel Robert L Howard, that glorious real life GI Joe. I was compelled to write this as my father also served to Vietnam was an E5 staff sergeant. My father's name is Terry Jeffery.

I felt like a sign. I felt like that was a sign that I had to send this email. My father's now at home and in hospice care. I've moved in with him to take care of him until he passes. I'm so sorry for the rambling nature of this email. It's hard to write a decently structured email as I'm crying my way through this, simply trying to get these words out. Thank you

for everything you do. You're common to your podcast, the inspiration you've given me and many others who need a little dark and a lot of silly in this fucking hard life. You'll have to go through. If you've read this to this point, your goddamn champion, I'll leave it at this. Say again, thank you. Hail Nimrod, praiseable jangles, Hail Luciferine, and Glory be to triple M. Michael Mulder fucking McDonald's. Wow, man. Heavy stuff. Scott, you have for you, beautiful back.

Now, that is a reason to cry. See, I'm not anti-cry. Getting yelled out by your boss? Maybe don't cry. This situation? Yeah, cry as much as you need to. Jesus. You sound like a great A-son.

Sorry about your dad, Terry's diagnosis. Please, thank him for his service on behalf of me and everyone else here. He sounds like a champion. I hope the two of you get a ton of quality time in over the next few months. I hope Terry gets to eat his favorite foods and drink his favorite whiskey. Hope he gets to watch his favorite movies and that everyone's just a fuck up during the good parts. If he has someone special in his life, I hope he gets a ton of blow jobs. If the person giving him those blow jobs is your mom, I hope he gets a ton of blow jobs. If the person giving him those blow jobs is your mom, I'm not sorry.

I hope glad we could be there for you Jeffrey. Now go on, build some memories with your dad and yeah, again, just sorry man. Next up is some love for another listener, Cody Beretta. I fucking told you Cody that your words could touch someone. And that's someone in space that's Carrie. Carrie writes, fuck you Dan, fuck you Cody. Nice, strong opening, aggressive. It's Carry writes, fuck you Dan, fuck you Cody. Nice.

Strong opening, aggressive. It's a sink. I like you, Carrie. Then carry writes, I love you both and now I'm crying. I too have a diagnosis similar to Cody. I've been really struggling the last few years, even though my life is the best it's ever been. However, my brain refuses to let me believe that most of the time

and lately it's been rough. As mentioned, the holiday season is rough already and being a retail worker does not help. While I'm not religious by any means and prefer to jokingly identify as a devout atheist, I couldn't help but feel as though Cody understood where I was coming from when he mentioned his new, newt carry, couldn't help but feeling like this

was a message for me. Hopefully anyone listing catches on that we have the same name. So sorry for whoever has to read this long message. I just couldn't help but feel like this community and all this podcast are truly trying to keep me alive. And I wanted to thank you all because sometimes the battle gets tough.

K, bye. Not a long message at all, Cara, you gorgeous son of a bitch. And I know it's strange to call a woman a son of a bitch, but I like it because it makes me smile. So glad Cody's message touched you helped you feel less alone. We all have our shit. Sometimes you can feel like no one else could possibly understand,

but I doubt that's ever really true. I mean, if your entire family is killed in front of you by a giant alien scorpion, then no one else saw and then they zipped away and fucking weird spaceship and just love you that memory. Okay. Yes, they don't be hard to find someone who understood, but I guess I'm guessing that's pretty rare. I'm glad you took some solace and Cody's message. I hope you continue to feel better. I'm glad you took some solace and Cody's message. I hope you continue to feel better. Realist into it when you're not, love you, Kerry. Keep moving forward. Another intense message coming in now

from Top Shelf, Suck or Derek. Keeping your last name out of this Derek, do the sensitivity of divorce proceedings. They sometimes require. Derek writes in with the subject line of, I don't know how much time I have left. And here's this message. King Cummins, a S is suck master warning this is long.

I started listening to Time Suck in the summer of last year like so many others that came before me this program really helped me through a tough time. My story is a much different from others. I've heard you read on the Time Sucker updates and an actuality on the surface it probably sounds like a minor issue but it's not and I'm hoping you might have some words of wisdom or encouragement that no one else has been able to offer up. I don't want to make this too incredibly long as I know you have a lot on your play, but here goes. The end of 2018, my wife told me she wasn't happy, wanted to separate by the spring of 2019

she wanted a divorce. That's hard in and of itself, but this woman and I went to hell and back in order to have our only child, a boy who's now three years old, happy and healthy. She has had other men come and go, we still never pulled the trigger on the divorce. We just did our own things. Well I asked her after this last one to consider giving us another try, but before finally going through, before finally going through with divorce and she agreed. I gave her ample space, gave her time to think at which she has plenty because I spend

two weeks at a time, separate it from my family while I work in the oil fields of West Texas. I felt like we were slowly making progress things were feeling good, so I was set to surprise her at Christmas time. I took her wedding band that she had almost, that she had took off almost two years ago, shined it up, basically presented it to her as a gift Christmas morning, expecting her to accept it,

and we could get to work and things out. However, she did not, and in fact, a former that she began a new interest in a new person. I was devastated and sunk so low that I threatened suicide twice once a day after Christmas and then on New Year's Eve. The only thing keep me together is my son and his innocent love, but I feel like things are

slipping. I don't know if I would ever could go through with it, but I feel like, but I don't like the feeling of thinking about it. I know I shouldn't let a woman or anyone fuck with me so much that I consider this as an option, but this woman made a child for me, made my dream of becoming a dad true, and I guess I don't want to let that go. She can't be happy with me, yet I can't be happy without her. But hey, I know I'm going on and on, probably repeating myself. I figured typing this out would make me feel better. I know you've helped many others through tough times, hoping 2020 kicks the dick off 2019, but so far doesn't look good. Sar for typos,

I'm writing this to work, Sar for the length, I hope I don't bore you to death, but I needed to talk about this before it gets out of hand and I do something stupid. I don't want to end my life. But sometimes some days you get so lonely, I don't know where to turn. On the positive note, I love your show, all you do for the community and your stand-up shows. I hope I get to see you when you come to Texas later.

Praiseful Jango's, Hail Nair Mott and thank you, master sucker. Woo, that's a heavy one, Derek. All right. Now listen the fuck up. They say time heals all wounds and I don't know who they are, but I Whoo, that's a heavy one, Derek. All right, now listen the fuck up. They say time heals all wounds, and I don't know who they are, but I do think that's pretty true. Damn near all the time. I too never wanted to get divorced.

I hated that I grew up in a divorced household as a kid. I never wanted to pass that along to my kids. Max and I had kids actually been married for over five years, waited till we were almost 30. We did everything, quote unquote, right. We didn't have money problems, we didn't have health problems for many years, we did love each other.

We also weren't right for each other in so many ways that I just couldn't see it the time or just didn't want to accept. Then she met someone else. Then she told me it was over and it felt like it almost broke me. Took a long time to process it all. A couple of years.

Had a lot of dark thoughts, a lot of dark days. But I stayed focused on being a dad, stay focused on work, focused on myself. most importantly, I just kept waking up. And it was hard for a long, long time. But then it got easier. I had a few other relationships. I chased my dick around for a bit, probably drank too much for a while. And after three years after the divorce, I met Lindsey. And now over 10 years later, I'm the happiest I've ever been. It didn't seem like that was possible at the time, but it is true now. I'm gonna love with someone much, much more my speed.

So keep getting up, deal with the pain, see accounts if you need to. Get a little fucked up here and there if you need to. I know it doesn't feel like you can live without this person out, but I'm telling you, you for sure can. You just can't see it yet, and you won't be able to see it for a while. Don't give into bitterness.

Don't give into the unfairness of it all. That will not serve you well. Be angry, be hurt. Then in time do everything you can to get the fuck over as much of this as you possibly can. Order a copy of Victor Frankl's man search for meaning. He'll teach you how to focus on tomorrow, not yesterday. He overcame far more than you or I,

and if he can, we can, hail Nimrod brother. You're gonna be good. Now for some silliness, from long time sucker and Florida man Greg Hawk, Greg writes in with the subject line of Jeopardy and then he writes greeting suck master. I don't know if you watched Jeopardy, but they had a podcast category tonight. No one picked one of the answers. I'm sure it would have been about time suck. I don't know, but I don't know. I'm not so sure, but I love your positivity. On a related matter, Alex Troubec can't last much longer. You should totally take over for him. I know you just love getting unsolicited career advice from people with out of clue. There was a TV special about him in jeopardy last night. He only works one day a week for about

10 hours. I can just see you stumbling through all the big words not to mention the foreign words, cities and people. On an unrelated matter, you have several times mentioned that you won't be doing a live suck this year. You meant other than the one in Orlando, right? Load the Greg, aim the Greg, fire the Greg. He'll never not. Well, thank you, Greg. Yeah, sorry, sorry about the live times, I'll be doing Santa. We do a Santa there. Your message really cracked me out because I was, it made me start imagining myself hosting Jeopardy and I would be the worst host ever. There would be just a lot of, you know, the members of this project created the world's first word that starts with an end.

You can read for yourself, bomb, or Lewis, too, crazy ass stupid French names was the first to invent this aerial escape device. Hope Alex pulls through, man. I know it doesn't look good for him right now. It's going to be a sad day if we lose that knowledge, love, and icon. Okay, last message now. From the man who helped research last week's Colonel Robert Howard Sucks, Zach Martin, Zach send in the subject line of a heartfelt thank you, and he writes, excuse me, hey, Suck Master in your Royal Highness Queen Lindsay, just wanted to take a moment to let you know that what you do is appreciate.

I know that you'll get thanked regularly, but sometimes your work really makes a difference. 2019 was hands down the worst year of my life. The first week of January, my father was hospitalized due to complications from diabetes, and for over three months, I spent a huge amount of time driving back and forth between where I live in Birmingham, Alabama, and Pensacola, Florida, where my father was in the hospital. The drive is four hours one way, and I was making the trip every weekend, sometimes twice a week. Time suck helped keep my mind off, my fear,

also helped keep my spirits up. After his passing in April, it again helped to keep me from absolute despair and along with the time sucker updates, helping to understand that I was not alone in my pain and that life is meant for living and not falling down into a very dark place. Oh man, sorry for your loss, Zach.

Also helped to fortify me for what was coming next. And July, my wonderful wife of 20 years had to undergo a double mastectomy in a couple of other related surgeries as emotional and traumatic as that was for her. It was gut-wrenching to watch her go through it. She was practically an invalid for several months. And on top of work, I had to be a caregiver and single parent. She is now just getting back to near normal through that difficult time.

If it weren't for times like when I first heard, ooh, hey, giba in, giba. From the bell gun to suck, it had me laughing so hard, I had to pull over on the side of the road to keep from having an accident. I'm not sure I could have kept it all together. Then two weeks ago,

I got a call from my mother that she wasn't feeling well and wanted me to take her to the emergency room. When I got her to her house a short time later, she couldn't move and could barely talk. I called an ambulance, followed it to the hospital, she had a brain bleed, needed emergency surgery. I spent the better part of the week of the next week,

Christmas week at the hospital with her. During that week, our wonderful two-year-old springer spaniel, which incidentally was my father's last Christmas present to my daughter, got mysteriously very ill. She had to have emergency surgery to remove an obstruction in her digestive system on Friday after my wipe-thricker to the vet. I woke up Saturday morning to a call from the vet to deliver the news that she didn't survive the night. My God, dude, you've been put to the fucking meat grinder this past year. After a terrible day and having delivered that news to my

family, my mother passed away that afternoon. I'll spare you Jesus. I'll spare you the details, but the last several days have been horrible. So imagine my surprise this morning as I got into my car to come to work. I saw for the first time the latest time suck was about Colonel Robert L Howard, who might help you all do research on. Once again, time suck, lift in my spirit, tell me to face another day. I know that my situation has nothing to do with your topic, choice, but to see that and to hear Dan talk about all the things

I'd researched really brightened up my spirits. And then when he gave me a shout out for the help, well, all I can say is thank you again for what you do. I'm sorry about the sad ramble, ramble, I'm not trying to spend a terrible yarn of woe, but I merely think that you and the time stock team need to know that for me and many others out there, you have created a light and an otherwise dark and dismal time in many of our lives knowledge and immrod

Zach Martin man, Zach. Oh, fuck dude first is sorry for the shitty year of all shitty years Jesus Christ And also so strange, but I did not know what you're going through recently I knew some of this stuff before from Lindsay But I did feel strangely compelled to use your research last week. Maybe coincidence, but strange to think about after hearing all this. So sorry that 2019 was such a motherfucker for you. I wish I could force 2019 to turn into like a little evil Gremlin dude. And then I wish you could just fucking kick its head off, just like like 60 yards. There's

literally kick its head off at shoulders. Life can suddenly turn from horrible to great sometimes. I truly hope that it takes one of those turns for you very soon as in right now. I hope time's up and more continue to give you comfort. I hope you get a huge promotion. I don't know. I hope you sprouted a second dick

and it only comes money. I don't know. You're a tough son of a bitch to keep your chin up and keep right on truck and do all this bullshit. I don't know. You're a tough son of a bitch to keep your chin up and keep right on truck and do all this bullshit. I bet Colonel Howard would be super proud of how you handled it all. Hail Nimra my friend. Great job on that research. You fucking crushed it. And that's all for this week's time-soaker updates. Thanks, time suckers. I need a net. We all did. That is all for this week, me, Saks. Have a great week. Don't kill anybody that hides in the woods and beat off in a cave like a psychopath. And most importantly, in this new decade,

I just, I want you to really focus hard on continuing to keep on sucking. Thanks for watching!