Rocky Mountain Sasquatch Organization
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
