Hello and welcome to the program UFO Warning.
In this episode, we're looking at an Arkansas Bigfoot Roundup.
That's correct, an Arkansas Bigfoot roundup, and I found
these over at bfro.net. That's bfro.net, the Bigfoot
Field Researchers Organization. These guys do a fantastic job of
correlating these reports and posting them there online.
This first one they tell us happened July 22nd 2018 in
Arkansas and Newton County. Location details Hideout Hollow
trailhead nearest town Compton. Now the witness says that they
observed was my son's father and I came over from Oklahoma to the
Buffalo National River area. I picked a waterfall from my
waterfall guidebook that planned that we plan to find.
We chose Hideout Hollow. When we arrived at the parking
area at the trailhead, he turned off the car.
Our windows were down because we were both smoking cigarettes at
that time. I heard a noise that sounded
like a dog sniffing under a bathroom door.
I whispered to him. Did you hear that?
He replied that sounded like heavy machinery off in the
distance. I let it be go because I was
just grateful he acknowledged the sound.
We started to head down the trail when I realized we had
left our hiking sticks in the car so I ran back to get them
myself. I felt slightly creeped out but
didn't worry too much because I could still see him the whole
time. Once I got back to him we
continued down the trail. We were just starting to round a
corner to the left when we heard a rustling in the trees to our
left. We both stopped and looked.
We saw a huge figure running through the trees.
At first I thought it was a man, but then I realized it was
completely covered in medium chocolate brown hair.
I remember seeing his arms in front of it as if it were moving
branches away to protect his face and his hands were black.
I whispered. What was that?
He whispered back. I have no idea.
I asked. Do you want to go back?
He nodded his head yes quickly. The direction it was heading
would have crossed the trail just around the curve.
We turned around and started walking quickly back toward the
car, both of us constantly looking over our shoulders.
I started asking questions to make sure we saw the same thing
and neither of us would forget we agreed.
It was on its hind legs, it was brown, it was much bigger than
us, and it was fast. Suddenly something flew fast
over our heads, hitting leaves and branches.
I turned and looked at my son's father with a what the heck look
on my face and his eyes were huge.
We ran the rest of the way to the car.
I had never been so scared, and it was, and wasn't sure we would
make it back to the car. We did and immediately he began
second guessing what we'd have just seen, suggesting maybe it
was a bear, a deer, an elk, etcetera.
I asked him if he'd ever seen a bear run like that on his hind
legs, or a deer or elk that dark running that smoothly.
He said no. We went to the Tea Kettle Falls
area, but I was too scared and anxious to get out of the car
again, convince whatever it was could have easily covered the
ground by then. A Google search once we had
service revealed that only black bears live in Arkansas, and I'm
positive what we saw was brown. I didn't notice any smells, but
since we were talking I also didn't notice if it was quiet or
if any birds or bugs were tripping.
I know I have no desire to return to the area.
I get sick to my stomach any time I think about it.
It says also notice. Yes, I heard what I thought
sounded like sniffing when we turned off the car.
My son's father and I, we both saw it while hiking and no, it
was my first time on this trail. The time and conditions that
says daylight, around noon, environment, forest, well that
sounds like pretty up close and personal to me.
Now if we go down here, they always do these great follow up
investigations. That's what I just love about
bfro.net. They take the time to really
look into these things. It says follow up investigation
reported by BFRO. Investigator Carter Bouchard
spoke with Witness via phone. Her recollection of the event is
pretty straightforward and varies very little from the
original version provided. As we spoke, I got a few other
details that tie things together.
This event happened at noon, give or take she the sound she
heard when they first pulled into the parking lot was more
like a huffing, sniffing sound. When she realized The Walking
sticks were still in the car, she went back to get them.
The car was parked about 25 yards away from the trailhead
entrance area and she could still see her companion from
where she left him when she rejoined her companion.
They started down the trail toward a towards a curve in the
trail when they heard rustling and movement about 25 yards away
in the woods. They both looked in the
direction of the noise and saw a quite clearly a giant medium
chocolate brown creature running through the woods.
It was not a dark chocolate and she noted the differentiation.
It was running with its arms raised up, seemingly protecting
itself from branches slapping at its face.
The hands were black with no hair on either side.
It was headed directly toward the curve in the trail they were
headed for, which was about 25 to 30 yards from their position.
They saw it and instantly agreed to get out of there.
They kept looking over their shoulders to be sure it was not
after them. At some point a rock or limb was
tossed in their direction which hastened their departure.
The rest of the story she told was is it was written after they
had time to think about the event.
After the fact, they were pretty certain they were being
paralleled from the car to the event.
The time of the sighting was in the three to five second range.
They knew what they saw and they knew what they did not see.
Wow, kind of like with these UFO things, they just maybe you
can't explain everything about it, but you know what it's not?
It says here Carter is originally from Texas that moved
to Missouri in 1988, Professional drummer for 20
years. And then it gives his biography
there a picture of the fellow that investigated.
It really kind of does a full circle on these encounters over
here at bfro.net. Let's go ahead and take a look
at this next one. Now, this next case comes from
Marion County, Arkansas. It says now that's located up
there on the very northern border of Arkansas with
Missouri, kind of southeast of Branson, MO.
To give you an idea where it's at.
Very, very pretty country up there.
They says happened September 9th and 10th of 2022.
The this location says is 95 miles north of Little Rock on
the Buffalo River. First sounds heard around 4:00
PM while paddling camp where incidents occurred all night
long. It gives you the cordons on that
nearest town, Harriet, nearest Road 653.
Now according to the experiencers, it says on
September 8th, 2022, my son and I packed up to go kayak camping
on the lower Buffalo River. We planned a three night trip as
we would take our time fishing. We drove for about six or seven
hours and finally arrived. We put in at rush and only went
about four miles that afternoon, just soaking up the beauty.
We made camp and enjoyed a peaceful night.
So you can just imagine these guys kayaking down this river
just having a good time of it. It's beautiful.
There are lots of green trees, you know, limestone cliffs.
I'm sure I've been down in that area.
It's really cool. On September 9th, 2022, we
started the day at first light. We knew that we wanted to camp
close to Big Creek to stay on schedule, so we fished all day
and simply enjoyed the day. By late afternoon it was hot,
but not too hot. I believe the temperature was
somewhere around 83 to 85° and it was a somewhat clear day with
low humidity. At approximately 4 PMI believe
we had stopped fishing and we're looking for a good campsite is
we were getting close to Big Creek.
I believe that there was some type of obstruction or cut to
the left where we weren't paddling but simply letting the
river pushes. We were quiet and not talking,
just quietly floating. And then he has the location
here says 36 point O 9 by -92 which was to our left at
approximately 20 yards away. We heard what can best be
described as a angry monkey. It literally sounded like a
monkey as it ripped away at whatever was in its path.
As it went away from the river. It was still making the angry
monkey sounds as it tore through the woods.
We both look surprised and asked what the heck was that.
As we started paddling away from location we just joked about the
sound and just wanted to put a little distance between US and
the angry monkey. This occurred just north of Bee
Creek, approximately 1.29 miles away.
We paddled about 2.78 river miles from the Angry Monkey and
stopped on the river left at a small gravel bar to make camp.
We went into full camp mode and started to get everything set
up. That's when we heard the first
wood knock. We both stopped what we were
doing and looked toward the knock from our camp.
It was from the ridgeline across the river from us at north up
the Ridge a little downriver. I looked at my son and said that
was a Dang wood knock. Now we joked earlier that the
angry monkey sound could have been an old Sasquatch, but we
were joking. I actually believe my son said
that a bear can make some crazy sounds like that when surprised.
Regardless, we now just heard a tree knock, no doubt about it.
We both made some slight comments joking about it and
continue to set up camp. Our camp was on a narrow gravel
rock bar that was approximately 15 to 20 yards wide.
We had a clear field of view up and down the river.
Our tents were set up about 20 feet from the tree line with the
tents only being about 12 feet apart.
The fire was directly in front of both tents and split the
difference between the tents and the water.
We had two kayaks pulled completely out of the water to
our front right. Once camp was set up we jumped
in the river for a little while and knocked the days Graham off.
After that we walked the river Rock bar and Feast for a very
short time and then gathered enough wood to have a fire that
would last us until we hit the sack.
We then settled in by a fire and just talked about the day.
At approximately 8:00 PM the night started creeping in and I
grabbed my weather radio to check the weather since rain was
supposed to move in the next day.
We sat around and listened to two regional reports and clicked
it off. Immediately after that, all hell
broke loose and lasted until 4:00 AM.
As if on cue, we heard a yell that came from the ridgeline
close to where the tree knock was earlier.
That freaked us out. We immediately jumped up and
walked toward the water where the campfire smoke wouldn't
block our view. We started looking in the
general direction and begin talking about what the heck
would or even could make that noise.
We then started asking ourselves if someone could be up on the
Ridge messing with us, Doubtful based on the location and
terrain. We were after all in the
wilderness. The yell was extremely loud and
deep and sounded angry. It wasn't long after that, in
fact my son was still standing up, that we heard a noise coming
from our rear but it was a higher pitch and I couldn't make
it out but it had a melody to it.
I stood up and looked at my son and asked what the heck was
that. He said you don't want to know
what I heard and of course I said I do and he said it sounded
like a woman singing. Now that really freaked me out
but freaked my son out more because he could actually hear
it better. We immediately went to our tents
and retrieved our handguns without a word being spoken.
My concern was that something was on our side of the river and
I didn't like the idea at all. I immediately began lighting up
our camp. I wasn't sure what was going on,
but I didn't have a good feeling about it.
I had three pop up LED lanterns, a battery operated canopy,
string, LED light and chem lights.
I strung the string lights up behind the tents at the wood
line, placed one pop up Lantern between the tents, 1 to our
right and one to our left. The fire was to our front and I
tied a chem light to a fishing pole on each kayak once we had
lighted the perimeter set. Once we had a lighted perimeter
set we began gathering all the wood we could possibly gather
and settled in listening more than talking.
Between 9:00 and 9:30 PM the 1st rock of the evening came flying
off the Ridge and landed in the river to our left, close to
where the first tree knot came from but further toward the
front of our position. I'm not talking about a small
rock, I mean a cantaloupe size rock.
We both jumped up and walked to the edge of the water with
flashlights and pistols. We scanned the Ridge but didn't
see anything. It was then that I told my son
this thing is mad and wants us out of here.
We went back down and discussed our options.
We could we we couldn't run the Buffalo River at night on a
section that we've never been down before.
We literally didn't know what's around the next bend.
We had no choice but to hunker down and prepare the best we
could. We went and gathered more wood.
Once we gathered all that we could, we sit down and discuss
what we would what we would do. I told my son that he would
sleep first, but to drag his cot out of his tent and place it
between the fire and one of the perimeter lights.
He would sleep for two hours. Wife pulled fire watch and then
he would swap. At 10:30 PM my son settled in to
sleep. As I started my first watch at
approximately 1045 PMI heard a tree knock close to the same
location as the first tree knock.
However, immediately after that knock and for the first time
since the initial contact, I heard the angry monkey sounds.
It seemed more ramped up than the 1st.
The angry monkey was further down the Ridge and to the north,
but close to the end of the Ridge in the river.
I then got worried because this thing wasn't far from the other
gravel bar that we could see from camp.
It could easily cross the river and come in on a flanking move
or come to our rear. At approximately 10:50 PM,
immediately across from us and on top of the Ridge, I heard a
very, very deep chatter mumble vocalization.
I immediately recognize the sounds from the Sierra sounds.
Samuel. Same samurai sound, but seemed
deeper. It was at that time that I
realized that we were in trouble.
With the angry monkey making its way down the Ridge and the
samurai sounds. My stomach turned.
I started doing notes on my phone because I was actually
afraid that something was going to happen if we didn't leave.
I figured that we were possibly at our last stand location and
the night was not going to end well.
I had to make the decision to start doing notes to make sure
that someone would read what happened in the event everything
went bad. I also did a video of the
campsite and how everything was set up along with my son
sleeping in my gut and I felt that we didn't have a chance in
heck. We were trapped with our backs
to the river and the Ridge. We had no way to get the heck
out of there and no way to call for help due to no cell phone
service. Continuing with my watch, at
approximately 11:45 PMI heard chattering in the same location
as the first tree knocks and at 12:30 AM my watch ended.
I awoke my son and gave him all this information.
I also advised him to watch our rear because the angry monkey
might be trying to work its way to our rear.
I wrecked out. My son woke up for the 2nd watch
and passed on this information. He said he heard the angry
monkey. At 2:45 AM the last watch began.
I had to go out and try to find firewood because we weren't
going to have enough to last through the night.
I was able to scavenge some within the wood line but had to
take multiple trips to to having only one hand free.
The pistol was in the other. At approximately 317, AMI heard
a deep angry monkey sound immediately across from the camp
on the Ridge. That was immediately followed by
yet another rock thrown into the river.
At approximately 326, AMI heard deep chattering halfway down the
Ridge. That actually scared the heck
out of me because it was coming down closer.
At approximately 332, AMI heard a tree snap to my rear.
It was the sound of good firewood that you put on your
knee and snap it in half. Except this sounded like a log
that I got snapped. I jumped up, pointed my pistol
in the general in the general direction and woke my son who
had slept through it. I explained to him what just
happened and he armed himself while facing the tree line.
We slowly backed up to the fire as we scanned the area.
I didn't hear anything run off and best I could tell it was
about 20 yards between the tree line and up the Ridge.
While backed up to the fire pit. On guard, I started running
through the events that happened while I was on watch.
We both came to the realization that things were escalating and
we had to do something. After a brief discussion we
decided that we had to show we intended to leave.
We decided to start breaking camp and pack everything into
the kayaks. We did just that.
It did not take us long at all and before no time the kayaks
were loaded and all that was left were our chair, water
bottles and lighted perimeter. At approximately 4:00 AM we had
the fire blazing and sat down. Not long after we sat down my
son said did you hear that? And I said no, but then I heard
something that sounded like a laugh.
I looked at my son and said what the heck?
He said he heard one whistle and pointed to our right across the
river. Then he pointed to our left and
said another one was laughing at us from across the river.
The whistle I did not hear. We sat there in our chairs until
sunrise with no further activities.
Right before first light we began to gather up everything
and finalize our packing. As soon as we walked to our
kayaks to push them off, a rock came off the Ridge, hit a tree
on the way down and hit the water in front of us.
I shouted we are leaving and we did just that.
We paddled about 12 miles straight to the White River
where we came out at Riley's Outfitters.
Neither one of us said a word about this to anyone we
encountered at the Outfitters. Needless to say, our trip was
cut short, but we were good with that.
After we returned home, I battled with the thought of
contacting the Ranger station at Buffalo Point.
I knew that the story was going to sound crazy, but I would have
felt guilty if I had read something later on about a
family being hurt on that section of the river and I never
said anything. So on September 11th, 2022, I
started using my law enforcement contacts in an effort to speak
directly with a Ranger on the Buffalo.
All the information was passed along through a contact and I
was advised that I would receive a phone call that that call came
a few days later and all the information was passed along.
I was advised that an investigation would take place
at the coordinates that I released and that I would be
contacted if any further information was needed.
Also in the story wood knocks, yell, rocks, thrown, singing,
chatter and angry monkey sounds. Other witness, one witness my
son, other stories no. And then it says time and
conditions. First contact at 4:00 PM 83 to
85°, low humidity, full moon, environment, Buffalo River, high
Bluffs, forest and rocky. Wow, that's really well, kind of
a lengthy account there. I wish you would use that cell
phone to record some of the sounds.
The experiencer said that they had recorded their son sleeping
with their cell phone, and I don't know why they didn't go
ahead and record some of these angry monkey sounds too.
That would have been great. But either way, a great report
here. We'll take a look.
Briefly at what the investigator said, it says follow up
investigator report by BFRO investigator Matthew Money
Maker. I spoke with both witnesses
separately by phone. They are both credible and
willing to speak with journalists for scientists.
The father, Lee Yu, is retired from 27 years in law
enforcement. His son is a welder for large
infrastructure projects. They both describe the same
sounds. The only visuals were the brush
and trees moving as a creature, making the angry monkey sounds
crashed through crashed away from the edge of the river as a
kayakers paddle by. I asked him to imitate the
sounds. He made a series of rapid
whoops. I mentioned that an owl can make
rapid fire whoop sounds too, but that possibly is eliminated.
If the sounds weren't moving away along with the sounds of
heavy brush breaking, that would not be an owl.
The other visuals were the rocks coming down from above.
Some hit the trees above them before hitting the water.
That would eliminate Beaver tail slaps explanation, which would
sound identical to a cantaloupe sized rock hitting the river.
All the other sounds at the camp that night are very consistent
with sasquatches. Even more pertinent, the BFRO
has known about sightings along this river for many years.
About 10 years ago, there was a large BFRO expedition on this
river, a different section, but the attendees did not bring
boats to navigate the river. The portion of this long, remote
river where the incidents occurred can only be accessed by
kayak. Canoes are not advised because
there are Rapids along the way. There were no other people
floating down this remote section of river over the few
days they were there, it says. How remote is it?
They had to paddle 15 miles until they reached an Outfitters
off boat ramp where they could pull out of the river.
It doesn't get much more remote in the Midwestern US, That's a
fact. This location is pretty darn
close to a sure bet in the hottest part of summer if you
want to experience some intense Class B Sasquatch activity.
But these two? But as these two Kyogres noted,
once you are there on this gravel bar for the evening, you
cannot leave until sunrise. You are totally committed.
There is no escape. A very courageous solo kayaker
camper with a thermal camera and an audio recorder will have
great odds of obtaining some recorded documentation at the
hottest time of year. The ground at this location is
too rocky for tracks, but as we have seen elsewhere, that may
make the Sasquatches more confident to approach a camp
near the tree line after dark. Wow, what a fantastic sighting.
I mean that is incredible. So we'll finish it up.
This last sighting here, it says November 26th, 2015.
This happened in White County, Arkansas, nearest town.
Seriously, a public hunting ground.
Nearest Rd. A dirt Rd.
The observer says. Hi BFRO, my sighting happened
nine months ago. Seriously Arkansas In seriously
Arkansas I was hunting on Thanksgiving Day.
It was getting dark when I had a rock thrown over my head which
freaked me out. So I quickly turned around and
lifted my shotgun and light and looked up and down the tree line
until I came up on a big oak and I saw what looked like a
Sasquatch looking at me from behind the oak and it yelled at
me with a low grunt and high pitched scream.
So I jumped and actually took a shot and hit the tree and it
took off running back down the line toward a valley.
Oh boy. Also noticed here in blood.
Other witnesses know just me says yes once but he passed on a
couple of months ago. 7:00 and light raining and a little cold
Forest Hills and dense meadows. Well, so then they have the
report here from the investigator.
It says follow follow up investigation report by BFRO
investigator Carter Bouchard. I spoke with the witness for an
hour on November 7th. Very down to earth and open.
There ended up being a lot more to the account than in his
written report. Reason being he had a lot to
tell us and he was concerned about his report being sent
successfully. He was hunting alone on that
day. Every year he and members of his
family go hunting around Thanksgiving and they go
somewhere different each time. His cousin had dropped him off
at the hunting location mid afternoon and would pick him up
a little after dark. These are public hunting
grounds. He had not been to hit this
particular area before. He found a good spot up on a
hill and set on a rock with a good view of the woods and an
open Meadow. He had been there for an hour or
so with little activity when he heard a low growling sound which
went on for about 10 minutes. He is an avid hunter and had
heard nothing like it before. He was searching his mind trying
to figure out the source. He knew it wasn't bear, cougar,
or any big cat. Then about 30 yards in front of
him, a pack of coyotes burst out from the tree line and run
across the Meadow. After they left his field of
vision, it was when a rock was thrown in his direction.
The rock came out from the tree line very close to where the
coyotes had come out of the trees.
This is where he grabbed his gun and started scouring the tree
line, ready to fire at whatever it was.
Doesn't sound very safe knowing he would be alone after dark in
an unfamiliar area and with concerns about the black bear,
big cats, and poor lighting. He had used a flashlight, not a
spotlight attached to his rifle due to poor lighting.
He then saw a creature standing behind a large oak tree.
It let out a low growl he had been hearing, then a high
pitched scream. This is when he pulled the
trigger in a knee jerk reaction to the scream.
The creature was described as at least 8 feet tall with light
brown hair, not fur. The creatures arm wrapped around
the front of the tree which was at least three plus feet wide.
When the light hit the creature he noted the eye color was
reddish yellow and when he lowered the light the eyes were
still glowing. He knew he hit the tree from the
sound the bullet made when it hit.
The creature then ran off across the Meadow into a valley in the
same general direction the coyotes went.
The creature was massive, absolutely bipedal, and it was
gone in three to four seconds. He sat there a moment to gather
himself, then took a walk over to the tree.
He indicated there was blood and hair on the tree where the
creature had been standing. He felt he probably hit it in
the arm since the bullet strike was square in the middle of the
tree where the arm was wrapped around the tree.
After a moment of reflection, his hair stood up on his neck
and arms and he then realized what he had seen and shot at.
He sit down for a moment to gather himself.
He decided that he was going to follow the path the creature
took even though he knew he was asking for trouble, but with the
adrenaline flowing and thinking he had hit the creature he
wanted to follow a bit to see if it was down.
I questioned his decision and he stated I had the gun and it ran
for me and would probably run again if it ever saw me.
Probably not the best relations to start up with one of these
things by taking a shot at it, but I guess it's it's inevitable
someone's going to do that. He walked for five to 10 minutes
and had gone slightly off trail. He saw a teepee like structure
at least 8 to 9 feet tall with a lot of animal bones laying
around and an awful smell. He heard a rustling sound across
the open area near a briar patch and saw a creature standing
there just looking him. The briar patch came up to the
witness's chest but was about 3 but was about knee high on this
creature. Wow.
He was about to raise his rifle when he saw a second creature,
shorter than the first one step out from behind a thicket.
He described the hair as about the same color as the 1st.
He then saw a third creature, probably a juvenile, smaller
than the other two, and he described the hair as reddish
brown and not the same color as the others.
He also noted that two of the three had eye glow shine, though
he did not remember did not remember exactly which ones were
shining and which ones were not. He did not consider taking a
shot. I just.
It just did not occur to him. He felt he was looking at a
family unit and was totally in awe.
They stood there staring at each other, and then the creatures
just all turned and walked off. This entire episode took five to
10 seconds. The time elapsed from the first
encounter to this one he estimated was to be about an
hour. It was dusk and getting dark, so
he then headed back to where his cousin was going to pick him up.
The entire time elapsed from being dropped off to the final
event he estimated to be five to six hours.
And then it says down here commentary from investigator and
BFRO. Several items, but first and
foremost BFBFRO is a no kill organization.
We do not advocate or encourage the use of deadly force for
evidence or purposes under any circumstances.
That being said, they use the use of deadly force to protect
yourself when one truly feels threatened while hunting is it
is an accepted and normal reaction under most
circumstances. This witnesses reaction upon
first sight of the creature, then hearing the growl repeated
and then a scream was a knee jerk reaction to a situation he
and most others have never been in and it could be considered a
normal reaction for many. Understandable yes.
Acceptable with a bit of hindsight perhaps, perhaps not.
His assessment of his situation was an eye of the beholder
moment. Had he seen the family unit
first and the solo encounter secondly, it is unlikely he
would have raised his gun. Hindsight in the opinion of this
investigator only. We thank you for viewing our
reports and supporting our continued efforts at BFRO.
Wow, that's a wild one. Yeah.
Just seeing this saying and just see the difference in reaction
he had once he's seen this, this this creature, this entity and
what appeared to him to be a family unit.
Got a wonder what's going on there.
Really, really cool sightings. I think all the way around is so
much fun to look at these. Until next time.
This is UFO warning over and out.