Rocky Mountain Sasquatch Organization
After watching
"Bigfoot Captured on Camera &
Sasquatch Activity Documented in Washington"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4U5iv1u4X5Q
Bart Bullock writes RMSO
I am by lake Texoma, there is a national wildlife reserve nearby. In 2004, I walked up fifty feet behind one. I believe people under estimating how tall they are, maybe they think people just aren't going to believe.
This thing was about nine and a half to 10 1/2ft tall. Incredibly thick, it's hands were almost to its knees. The wind was blowing across us so I didn't smell anything. I was walking slowly and quietly, along the shore of lake Texoma next to the reserve. I believe I surprised it, it had not seen me before I was aware it was standing still with its back to me.
When I stopped and realized this wasn't some giant tree stump, it let out a sigh and just walked into the woods. I could hear and feel the ground with each step, it had to be at least 800 lb. The sun was on it, it was a very dark red color fur, and you could tell it was all muscle, the trapezoids connecting to the back of his head was crazy big. And his lats looked like some bodybuilder on steroids. I believe he had his head turned sideways, because as soon as I realized what I was looking at I stopped, and he immediately walked around a small tree and disappeared.
Before seeing this creature I was on the fence, about it being real. I am older than dirt, and even though I do not tell people this story, not because of doubters, it's just not such a topic I bring up unless somebody brings it up, which just never happens.
If anybody reading this doubts my story or any eyewitness story pertaining to the existence of these creatures, I understand. I am Cherokee Nation, I asked an older family member if it was true, he assured me that I was not mistaken, and that he knew of the forest people.
He said they are very wise, and very stealthy, and if you happen to walk up on one, it was only luck on your part. Sasquatch had let his guard down for a second, and he told me, that he had heard stories, of them being extremely protective of their young. I guess it's like any parent would be, but to never harm them, or to even appear threatening. They are very strong and very fast for their size. He said he heard a story when he was young, about Bigfoot being seen throwing a buffalo over his shoulder and carrying it, he was told it was a full-grown Buffalo, and that when it was very cold, they would use buffalo hide to stay warm.
Remember folks, these creatures have been playing hide-and-go-seek since they were babies, they've gotten very very good at blending in. They could be right in front of you and you would not be aware of it unless you smelled it, and they are very aware of the wind, every tree, every blade of grass. I have been told that they can climb a tree as good as any monkey.
More Midwest Sasquatch Below
Elm Creek Sasquatch South of
Texaco Oklahoma & Texas Border
https://rmsobigfoot.blogspot.com/2022/02/elm-creek-sasquatch-south-of-texaco.html
Giant Bigfoot Destroys Fishing Gear
Takes Fish after Fisherman Snags Him with Lure
https://rmsobigfoot.blogspot.com/2022/10/gaint-bigfoot-destroys-fishing-gear.html
Fort Sill Sasquatch Confronts Soldier
I HAVE NOTHING TO HIDE OR BE ASHAMED OF AND I AM TOO DAMN OLD TO BE WORRIED ABOUT WHAT SOME NONBELIEVERS MIGHT HAVE ON THEIR PETTY MINDS !
BEFORE I GET STARTED WITH MY ENCOUNTER, JUST A LITTLE BIT ABOUT MYSELF.
I AM OF NATIVE AMERICAN AND GERMAN HERITAGE - PRECISELY CHEROKEE AND CHOCTAW, WITH A SMALL AMOUNT OF IRISH, SCOTTISH AND BOHEMIAN THROWN INTO THE MIX.
I’VE ALWAYS HAD A LOVE FOR THE OUTDOORS; WHETHER IT BE CAMPING, HUNTING, FISHING OR HIKING…THAT IS UNTIL THIS DAMN CREATURE TOOK IT ALL AWAY FROM ME !
I EXCELLED IN “THE BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA”, FOOTBALL, BASEBALL & TRACK.
I WORKED AS A ( WELL SERVICE OPERATOR ) IN THE TEXAS OILFIELD FOR 25 YEARS AND THEN WENT TO WORK FOR THE UNITED STATES POSTAL SERVICE AND RETIRED IN 2017’ AFTER 23 YEARS OF SERVICE.
SO: THIS IS THE DAY I FOUND OUT THAT THERE WAS A
“ CLUB OF NO RETURN “
MY ENCOUNTER HAPPENED IN 1974’ & I WAS 21 YEARS OLD.
KELLY, IN 47 YEARS, I NEVER TOLD ANYONE ABOUT THIS ENCOUNTER. I’M STILL DEALING WITH SOME PTSD.
I NEEDED SOME DOWN TIME AWAY FROM MY OILFIELD JOB.
SO, I PLANNED A VACATION TO
“ BEAVERS BEND STATE PARK “ IN SOUTHEAST OKLAHOMA DURING THE FIRST WEEK OF MARCH IN 1974’ - MY PREGNANT WIFE ( OF 6 MONTHS ) AND I HAD PLANNED TO TENT CAMP ON THE “ MOUNTAIN FORK RIVER “ BELOW THE DAM ON BROKEN BOW LAKE FOR FOUR DAYS.
SO, I RENTED THE FARTHEST SOUTH TENT SITE, WHICH WAS ABOUT 30 YARDS FROM A CEMENT DAM ON THE RIVER - THIS MADE THE UPPER PORTION DEEPER FOR SWIMMING, BETTER KAYAKING AND FISHING.
WE HAD JUST BEAUTIFUL WEATHER WITH LOWS IN THE LOW TO MID 50’s AND HIGHS OF 65* TO 70 DEGREES.
THE FIRST TWO DAYS WERE JUST TERRIFIC, WE HAD FRESH FISH FOR BREAKFAST AND DINNER EACH DAY.
NOW, ON THE MORNING OF THE THIRD DAY:
I GOT UP AT 5:00 am, MADE A POT OF COFFEE. I HAD TWO CUPS AND THEN GRABBED MY TACKLE BOX, ROD & REEL AND A 5 GALLON BUCKET TO PUT MY CATCH IN.
I WALKED DOWN TO THE CEMENT DAM, WHERE I HAD FISHED THE PREVIOUS TWO DAYS, WITHOUT A SINGLE ISSUE.
THIS MORNING, I HAD ABOUT AN 8 mph BREEZE BLOWING IN MY FACE FROM THE SOUTHEAST.
THE SUN WAS JUST STARTING TO RISE WHEN I MADE MY FIRST CAST, USING AN INLINE SINGLE SPINNER 1 oz. LURE ( called a Shyster Lure ) WHITE WITH BLACK DOTS AND A WHITE HORSE HAIR SKIRT - OVER A BARBLESS TREBLE HOOK.
AFTER FISHING FOR ABOUT 25 MINUTES, I HAD A 3 lb. SMALLMOUTH BASS AND 2 RAINBOW TROUT OF ABOUT 2 lbs. EACH.
I HAD PLANNED ON CATCHING ONE MORE FISH AND THEN CALL IT QUITS.
I WENT TO MAKE ANOTHER CAST AND MY LURE HUNG UP BEHIND ME ON WHAT I THOUGHT WAS A TREE LIMB.
SO, I TURNED LOOKING UP TO SEE WHERE MY LURE HAD CAUGHT THE LIMB AND THEN (MY GOD), ( ALL I COULD SEE WAS A WALL OF CINNAMON BROWN HAIR ) ABOUT 4’ FROM ME.
MY LURE HAD HUNG UP ON THE UPPER LEFT CHEST OF SOMETHING THAT I DIDN’T KNOW EXISTED.
IT WAS AT LEAST 11’ TALL, 5’ WIDE ACROSS THE SHOULDERS AND AT LEAST 1,100 TO 1200 lbs., ITS BISEPS WERE AS BIG AS MY WAIST & I HAD A 32” WAIST.
MY EYES SLOWLY MOVED UP TO ITS FACE.
IT HAD A CONICAL HEAD, THE EYES WERE AS BIG AS A COKE CAN AND RED. IT WAS LOOKING DOWN AT ME AND SNARLING, IT’S TEETH WERE AS BIG AS A HORSES TEETH AND HAD ONLY SLIGHTLY PRONOUNCED EYE TEETH.
HIS HEAD LOOKED 2 1/2 TIMES THE SIZE OF MINE.
I COULD NOT MOVE, BUT I COULD FEEL AND HEAR A VERY LOW GROWL THAT SEEMED TO RATTLE MY BONES WITH A PRESSURE ALL OVER MY BODY, THAT I CAN’T EXPLAIN.
AT THIS MOMENT, I TRULY BELIEVED THAT MY LIFE WAS OVER !
I COULDN’T SPEAK OR SCREAM, BUT I REMEMBER THINKING “ OH MY GOD, I AM SO SORRY FOR HURTING YOU !
THEN, LIKE TURNING OFF A LIGHT SWITCH, EVERYTHING WENT BLACK, AND I PASSED OUT.
I BELIEVE THAT WAS AT ABOUT 6:30 am…WHEN I WOKE UP, MY WATCH READ 7:00 am…I FELT SO DRAINED OF ENERGY AND I HAD A TERRIBLE HEADACHE. I SAT UP LOOKING AROUND, SHAKING UNCONTROLLABLY AND SAW THAT MY TACKLE BOX HAD BEEN SMASHED FLAT, MY ROD WAS BROKEN INTO 4 PIECES AND THE THREE FISH THAT I HAD CAUGHT WERE TAKEN OUT OF MY BUCKET.
AFTER REGAINING SOME OF MY COMPOSURE: I FOUND 2 FOOT PRINTS WHERE THAT HUGE BEAST HAD BEEN STANDING.
I HAD A MEASURING TAPE; SO, I MEASURED BOTH PRINTS @ 22.5“ LONG , 10” ACROSS THE BALL OF THE FOOT AND 7” ACROSS THE HEAL. DAMN, I HAD NEVER SEEN A FOOTPRINT THAT HUGE !
AT THAT TIME , I JUST HAD TO GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THERE !
I PICKED UP ALL OF MY CRUSHED AND BROKEN FISHING EQUIPMENT AND CARRIED ALL OF IT TO A TRASH BEN.
I WALKED BACK TO CAMP, POURED MYSELF ANOTHER CUP OF COFFEE AND WAITED FOR MY WIFE TO GET UP. AS SHE EXITED THE TENT, I POURED HER A CUP OF COFFEE AND SHE ASKED, HOW WAS THE FISHING THIS MORNING?
I TOLD HER THAT DURING THE NIGHT, SOMEONE HAD CAME INTO OUR CAMP, AND HAD TAKEN ALL OF MY FISHING GEAR.
SHE WAS PISSED, BUT THAT WAS WAY BETTER THAN ME TRYING TO EXPLAIN WHAT I HAD ACTUALLY SEEN AND WHAT TRANSPIRED DOWN AT THE RIVER.
HEAVEN HELP ME, I WAS FEELING SO VERY LUCKY TO STILL BE BREATHING AND ALIVE!
SO, I HAD ONE MORE CUP OF COFFEE, AND THEN TOLD MY WIFE THAT I WASN’T FEELING QUITE UP TO PAR, AND THAT I WAS JUST READY TO GO HOME.
KELLY, YOU KNOW, I CAN’T HELP BUT BELIEVE THAT THIS CREATURE HAD BEEN WATCHING ME CATCH FISH AND WANTED MY FISH.
TO THIS DAY, I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE HOW THAT S.O.B. SNUCK UP BEHIND ME.
SINCE THAT DAY, I’VE GIVEN AWAY MY FISHING GEAR, AND ONLY WITHIN THE LAST COUPLE OF YEARS HAVE I HAD AN INTEREST IN FINDING OUT MORE ABOUT WHAT IT WAS THAT TOOK MY LOVE OF THE OUTDOORS.
YOU KNOW, BACK THEN I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT “PTSD” BUT, I’M PRETTY SURE THATS WHAT I WAS EXPERIENCING.
THEN CAME THE “ NIGHT TERRORS “ … AT LEAST ONCE AND SOMETIMES TWICE A NIGHT; MY SCREAMING, KICKING, AND PUNCHING WOULD WAKE EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING IN THE HOUSE.
THAT CREATURE WOULD BE CREEPING UP ON ME FROM BEHIND, WHILE IN A SPIDER CRAWL POSITION, AND JUST THEN, I WOULD TURN AND SEE HIM.
AT THAT POINT, HE BOUNCED TO HIS FEET, GRABBED ME BY THE SHOULDERS, PICKED ME UP TO WHERE WE WERE LOOKING EYE TO EYE.
HE WAS SNARLING AND THEN HE STARTED OPENING THAT HUGE MOUTH.
AT THIS POINT, I WOULD AWAKE AND BE COVERED IN SWEAT AND HYPERVENTILATING.
I HAD THESE NIGHT TERRORS, EVERY NIGHT OR EVERY OTHER NIGHT FOR ABOUT A YEAR.
AFTER THAT, THEY BECAME MORE SPORADIC FOR THE NEXT 46 YEARS.
NOW, IT SEEMS TO ONLY
HAPPEN ABOUT ONCE A MONTH, THANK GOD!
KELLY, I’VE BEEN WATCHING YOUR VIDEOS FOR ABOUT A YEAR. BRO., BUT YOUR LAST VIDEO. THE ONE WHERE YOU TOLD OF YOUR GRANDFATHERS
ENCOUNTER, JUST HIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS.
THEY WERE SIMILAR BUT I NEVER SMELLED A THING AND HE WAS RIGHT BEHIND ME.
KELLY, YOUR A GOOD MAN, AND I PRAY THAT YOUR 6 WILL ALWAYS BE CLEAR, BRO…
YOU KNOW GODS GOT YOUR BACK !
RMSO "Kelly" Responds
Hi Charles,
Sounds like the most terrifying encounter with Bigfoot I have heard in a long time.
Amazing how after you snagged it with your lure that it did not harm you. Took out its displeasure on your gear.
I really appreciate hearing from you..
Here is my grandfathers Bigfoot sighting and encounter below along with other fishermen that have had sightings & run-ins with the creature.
Three Bigfoot Walk Upon a Fisherman& Take His Catch
Steve writes RMSO
My name is Steve, I’m 53 years old & I live in Texas. I was an avid outdoorsman, we grew up camping, fishing & hunting (both archery & gun). In the off season I would hit the small lakes camping & fishing as often as possible. I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m more comfortable in the woods than in town, something about the outdoors just seemed to make sense of everything else.
This sighting occurred in Nov. of 2017 somewhere around 10 o’clock in the morning right at the state line between Oklahoma & Texas. South of a small town called Texola Oklahoma.
Joshua LeFlore & Choctaw Tribe 1855 War With Sasquatch
BIGFOOT – HUMAN OKLAHOMA WAR 1855 “Hamas Tubbee was an unusually large man, even for a Choctaw Indian. His father, Hanali Tubbee stood two inches over eight feet in height and weighed five hundred forty pounds. Hama and his six sons stood about a foot shorter than Pahlumi, or “father” Tubbee. They were large, exceedingly strong, fierce warriors. Hamas and his sons were the point riders for a troop of Choctaw cavalry known as the “Lighthorsemen”. Many in the Choctaw Nation thought it humorous that such large men, riding draft horses, referred to themselves as “Lighthorsemen”. Tubbees men experienced something which none would ever forget.
This day’s assignment was to flush out some bandits that had been preying upon the local farmers. A thirty man troop would be going into an area which later in the “state” of Oklahoma became the “McCurtain County Wilderness Area”. These bandits had been not only taking large quantities of corn, squash, and beans, but had as well been taking very young children. This thievery had been taking place across the border in Arkansas as well as in Indian Territory. The captain of the troop of Choctaw cavalry was a man named Joshua LeFlore. Captain LeFlore was of mixed blood, part French, part Choctaw. The men deeply respected him. Joshua LeFlore was impeccably honest and was brave to a fault.
The men had been traveling horseback non-stop since three o’clock in the morning. They began their assignment at the tribal capital in Tuskaloma and when they finally came to the Clover River, they let their horses eat and the men decided to rest and eat as well. Non-stop riding for eight hours, having to lead their horses across Little River, and the hot July sun were taking a toll on the men and their mounts. When some time had passed, Captain Josh gave the order and the men remounted and they began the last leg of their trip. At or around 4:30 in the afternoon, the troop came to the edge of the area which the bandits were supposed to be inhabiting....Captain Josh signaled with uplifted hand that the troop should come to a halt. Standing in his stirrups, Captain Josh utilized a ship’s eyepiece [telescope] and promptly turned to his men and gave the command for a full armed charge. The distance between the suspected bandits and the troopers was about five hundred yards. The Tubbee men and captain Josh were at the front of the charge and as the thirty men and he neared the thick, pine forest where the bandits were, two things took place at once… The stench of death assaulted both men and horses, and the horses became uncontrollable. Horses were rearing, pitching and throwing riders. Captain Josh and the seven Tubbee men were the only ones in the troop whose mounts were disciplined enough that they continued to obey their riders and continued to charge in the midst of the bandits. When the eight men met with the “bandits” they were totally unprepared for what greeted them. The clearing behind the initial tree cover was actually a large, earthen mound. Strewn about the mound were numerous corpses of human children in varying stages of decay. Most of the bandits had fled, but three really large, hairy ape-like creatures remained at the mound. Captain Josh drew his sabre and with pistol in hand, sabre in the other, charged the huge monsters.
The nearest monster killed Captain LeFlore’s horse with one blow of its massive hand. The monster never flinched as Captain LeFlore poured bullets from his Patterson’s Colt revolver into the beasts chest. After emptying the revolver into the monster, Captain Joshua continued to press the attack with his sabre. Many times did the sabre meet with the brute’s flesh and many times did blood spew from the gaping wounds on the beasts body. So quickly did this engagement take place that the Tubbee men had barely enough time to take aim at the three monsters before one of the beasts flanked the Captain and literally tore off Captain LeFlore’s head.
There was not time for any sort of delay due to shock. The Tubbee men opened fire upon the three man-beasts. Seven 50-caliber Sharp’s buffalo rifles impacted the three simian appearing brutes at the same time. From years of routine and practice, all bullets smashed into the three monster’s heads. six rounds were fired into the heads of the two monsters which were the culprits that killed their beloved Captain. Only the youngest Tubbee; Robert, had the presence of mind to put a bullet into the head of the third monster.
A legend was born that day. Robert Tubbee, 18 years of age, all six feet eleven inches, three hundred seventy-three pounds of him, chased down a wounded man-beast and finished the beast off with only his hunting knife. By the time the other six Tubbee men caught up with Robert and the monster, Robert had already decapitated the beast. Holding the head aloft with both hands, Robert let out a primal scream which made even the Tubbee mounts panic.
The “light-horsemen” gathered their mounts and surveyed what was before them. Absolute carnage littered about the clearing. The partially consumed bodies of nineteen children lay upon and about the mound. The stench of decaying bodies was bad enough, but the over-powering odor of the man-beasts’ urine and feces was more than the strongest stomach could endure. After retching violently, the men of the troop buried the bodies of the children in nineteen small graves, buried their beloved Captain, and as a matter of respect, gave him a twenty-one gun salute.
They built a large bonfire, placed the murderous man-beasts upon it, and lit it. As they rode back into Tuskahoma each man struggled with emotions and thoughts he never before imagined.” Dr. Tuklo Nashoba
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