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In this episode, we're talking about Bigfoot stories from
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Bigfoot stories from Missouri. Now don't forget to like,
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I found these original report over at bfro.net
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You can go by and take a look at the originals yourself if you
like. Just a great site.
The first story starts off it says it was a quiet night in
July 2006, the air thick with the warm breath of the Missouri
summer, when a lone motorist found himself navigating a dark,
winding road near Amazonia, MO. As he drove along the edge of
the steep Missouri River Bluffs known to locals as Monkey
Mountain, a tall, shadowy figure suddenly emerged from the
hillside. The figure moved slowly but
deliberately across the narrow, tree shaded Rd. blocking the
motor's path. The driver, caught off guard,
could only watch an astonishment as his creature, tall and thin
with a staggering height of nearly 7 feet, crossed in front
of his headlights. Its body was cloaked in sparse
silver Gray hair that moved and loose Tufts, with each step
revealing glimpses of a grayish skin beneath.
The creature didn't appear to notice a car or its driver.
It was focused, almost lost in its own world as it continued
its path toward the river. Though it took the creature only
three unhurried strides to cross the 10 foot width of the road,
the witness absorbed every detail in those fleeting
moments. Its movements were unusual, soft
and almost weary, as though it were tired or ailing.
The creature's long arms hung loosely by its sides, swinging
slightly but without energy, and its thin, elongated hands
reached down to mid thigh. It didn't move with confidence
or authority. Instead it had the air of
something quite old and perhaps no longer strong.
The driver described the face glimpse and profile as almost
coconut shaped, with the pronounced brow Ridge and a
slight forward jut of the jaw that reminded him of a
chimpanzee's face in a puckered expression.
Its cheeks were full, the skin under its jaws loose and
hanging. A noticeably slightly elongated
neck connected its head to its body, but the head didn't sit in
a straight line above it was slightly forward, suggesting the
creature might have once been more muscular or upright.
The motorist was struck by its aged appearance, a creature that
once may have possessed power but now seemed worn by time
after it vanished into the shadows of the riverbanks.
The driver could hardly believe what he had seen.
In the following days he learned that this stretch along the
Missouri River had been rumored to host strange creatures, with
sightings extending S toward Kansas City and even stories
from a nearby military base in Leavenworth County, Kansas.
The locals called it Monkey Mountain, with tales that went
back generations, and though they often attributed the name
to an old circus train accident, some whispered of encounters
much older. Determined to uncover more, the
witness plan to return to the area, hoping to find tracks or
other evidence. His curiosity peaked, he would
join the ranks of those who had encountered Missouri's enduring
mystery. Wow, that's pretty cool.
Sounds like he actually had a sighting of a geriatric Bigfoot.
That's a new one for me. Very, very neat.
Let's take a look at this next one here.
On a summer night in July 2008, two friends set out on an
overnight float trip along Missouri's Flat Creek, planning
to enjoy a quiet evening on the water.
Starting mid afternoon near Jenkins Bridge, they aimed to
make their way to a low water crossing further downstream, but
as the night descended they found themselves caught in the
deep darkness of the Creek, with clouds obscuring the moon and
making it nearly impossible to see.
About halfway through their trip, they drifted silently
along a slow, deep stretch of the Creek.
The air was thick with the sounds of the forest around
them, and they were enveloped by an eerie stillness.
Suddenly they heard something large nearby, standing at the
edge of the Creek. They froze as the creature
moved, water splashing as it lifted one leg after another
from the Creek and took a few powerful strides up the bank and
into the dense trees. Moments later, a heavy rock came
hurtling from the shadows, landing within 5 feet of their
canoe with that resounding splash an unmistakable warning.
The sound, they realized, was just like the kerplunk they had
heard months earlier during another unsettling encounter at
Crane Creek. That earlier incident had been
just after sunset at the Wire Rd.
Conservation area near Crane, MO.
The two friends were exploring the area when they heard the
sound of large rocks splashing in the water, as if someone or
something was throwing massive stones into the Creek.
The noise repeated on multiple visits, always just after sunset
and always with the distinct sound of something powerful,
tossing rocks big enough to make a cannonball like kerplunk as
they hit the water. Despite attempts to identify the
source, the friends saw no one, only hearing these strange
thunderous splashes. Now, as they floated on Flat
Creek in the pitch black night, the friends were certain they
had encountered the same presence, a creature with a
powerful throw and deliberate aim.
They remained still, barely breathing, listening for any
movement. The creature seemed to be
bipedal, its heavy footsteps echoing as it made its way up
the bank, snapping twigs and displacing brush.
Though they couldn't see it in the darkness, they felt the
weight of its presence, something enormous and unafraid
of the humans who had drifted into its territory.
Several days later, the friends returned to the site of their
encounter in daylight, hoping to find some trace of the creature.
A footprint, a broken branch, any sign of what they had that
summer night with them. But the forest had reclaimed all
evidence, leaving only the memories of rock throws, deep
splashes, and the feeling of something immerse working just
out of sight. This stretch of flat Creek,
surrounded by the rugged terrain of the Mark Twain National
Forest, seemed to hold its secrets tightly.
The dense woods and rocky hillsides, the creeks feeding
into the Tables Rock Lake and the unbroken wilderness provided
the perfect refuge for creatures unknown, occasionally making
their presence known only to those who dare to drift quietly
by on a dark, moonless night. Well, that would be really
spooky. I mean, you're canoeing down
this, this Creek or Little River, I guess whatever you want
to call it, and pitch black and you can hear these rocks being
thrown into the water into the distance, you know?
I mean, you know, something's there, you just don't know what
it is. What a cool sighting.
On a dark November evening in 2004, a woman drove along a
winding dirt Rd. just a few miles from her home near Purdy,
Missouri. It was around 6:45 PM and the
rural Rd. was quiet, shrouded by woods and fields.
As she navigated a curve, her headlights caught sight of
something along the ditch line. She assumed it was a neighbor's
mule, known to roam loose from time to time, so she slowed
down, cautious not to startle or hit it.
But as she drove closer, the creature rose up, standing tall,
at least as high as her own height of five foot eight.
It's form was unfamiliar, covered in buff colored hair,
standing upright in a way that struck her as anything but
ordinary. Instead of moving toward her
headlights, it angled away from the ditch, heading toward the
passenger side of her SUV. A surge of adrenaline rushed
through her. She hit the door locks, her
fingers trembling, and let out a scream.
The creature, now close enough for her to see its broad, hairy
chest through the passenger side window, loomed near her vehicle.
She couldn't remember seeing his face.
The sight of its opposing chest filled her vision and panic took
over. She floored the accelerator and
speed down the road, her heart pounding as she left it behind,
unable to shake the encounter from her mind.
In the days that followed, memories of strange occurrences
around her property started to piece together in her mind.
The past spring, her dogs had erupted into frantic barking one
night, alerting her to something unusual.
When she stepped outside to investigate, she heard a scream
from the woods, a sound she thought at the time could be a
Mountain Lion. Concerned for her dog in a back
pasture, she hurried to let it out into the main yard.
Oddly, her dogs had herded her goats into a tight group by the
barn, standing protectively in a semicircle around them, their
usual barking replaced by a tense silence.
Even the woods around them had fallen completely still.
The next morning, her neighbor shared a strange story of his
own. He'd heard her dogs in a fight
near his property around 3:00 AM, locked in a struggle with
something he described as large. But when she inspected her dogs,
she found no typical Mountain Lion slices, just scrapes and
bruises. Stranger still, her cattle panel
fencing, standing at 52 inches tall and secured with heavy wire
ties, had been pushed down in the back of her property.
The ties were lying and the brush bent and loose from the
post, something she doubted a Mountain Lion could have
managed. A bear might, but mountain lions
simply don't have that strength. After some time, she showed her
sighting with her friend's mother.
To her surprise, the woman listened without disbelief and
revealed that her husband had seen something strikingly
similar in the same area, less than a mile from her home on Sea
Highway. He'd been on his motorcycle when
a powerful odor filled the air, and then towering in front of
him was a creature larger and taller than what she had
described. He'd watched in shock as it
easily stepped over a fence and crossed the road and only two
strides as sheer size and strength, something he would
never forget. Though no one else had witnessed
her encounter, the woman couldn't shake shake the mystery
of that evening on the winding road or the strange events that
had happened since her isolated Rd. bordered by a Creek, dense
woods and open hay fields now see more unsettling than before.
And the memory of that November night lingered like a shadow
over the landscape she once knew.
Well wow, that's something else. If you've ever seen those 4 1/2
foot tall panel fences she's talking about, then you know it
wasn't a Mountain Lion that that tore those things off the post.
That would take something with incredible, incredible strength.
Let's take a look at this next one.
In the dead of a cool January night in 2008, I found myself
walking alone on the outskirts of Columbia, MO.
It was close to 1:30 in the morning, and after an argument
with my girlfriend, I decided to clear my head by taking a walk
along W Nifong Blvd. headed toward my sister's house.
The night air was brisk, around 40°, and the area was quiet
until a strange feeling settled over me, the unnerving sense
that I was not alone. As I continued down the road,
the movement and my peripheral vision made my heart skip.
Reluctantly, I turned my head to catch a better look.
There on the other side of a row of trees near a golf course.
Something large, massive in fact, was following my steps at
a steady pace, mirroring my direction from about 40 feet
away. I tried to convince myself I was
imagining things, but the figure remained.
With each step I took, it moved effortlessly, taking fewer steps
than me but covering the same distance.
I quickened my pace, and it adjusted just enough to keep up,
as if it was watching my every nerve.
Finally, I stopped and faced it directly, my stomach twisting a
knots. I could hardly believe what I
was seeing. The figure stood upright,
towering at least nine feet tall, with a cone shaped head
and long arms that hung low, hands reaching past its waist.
It was covered in dark, coarse hair with shoulders that seemed
impossibly wide, easily over three feet.
Its weight had to be close to 600 lbs, if not more.
In the dim moonlight, I could make out a face that looked like
something between ape and human, though leaning more human.
Its eyes were shadowed, almost indiscernible, but its mouth was
was faintly visible. Then, as if sensing my fear, the
creature let out a low, raspy growl, a bone chilling sound
that sent a shiver through my entire body.
I stood frozen, and the message in that growl was clear.
Don't look at me. My instincts took over.
I broke eye contact and slowly started walking again, too
terrified to run a provoke it further.
But it wasn't done with me yet. It continued to follow, tracking
me through the trees, its silent steps barely touching the ground
but still somehow closing the gap.
In a panic, I tumbled for my phone and sent a frantic text to
my girlfriend. One word that I hoped would
convey the danger. Bigfoot.
Seconds later, another message followed.
Don't think I'll make it. I fully believed that this
creature was going to catch up to me.
It moved with a smooth, terrifying ease, barely
expending any effort. Then, as mysteriously as it had
appeared, it was gone. Just like that.
I looked around, half expecting it to leap out from the shadows,
but there was nothing but silence.
I'd always heard of stories of Bigfoot, but I'd been skeptical.
Growing up in Minnesota, I was familiar with wildlife.
I'd even gone bear hunting and knew the sounds and movements of
the woods well. This, though, this was nothing
I'd ever encountered. And that moment I knew without a
doubt what I'd seen, and it left me with a certainty I'd never
felt before. Bigfoot wasn't a legend, a myth,
or a story passed down by others.
It was real. And it had walked with me that
night on the quiet, forested outskirts of Columbia, MO.
Well, that's amazing. It's like it was paralleling
this guy. Something we've heard before are
these things following people along and paralleling their path
as they walked from point A to point B.
Very, very spooky stuff. Very cool.
Let's take a look at another one here.
It was early evening on June 8th, 1996, a peaceful summer
night along the Platte River in Buchanan County, Missouri.
I'd gone down to a familiar fishing spot just a mile from my
house to enjoy the solitude by the water.
Sitting by the bank, I was relaxed, listening to the gentle
sounds of the river and occasional rustles from the
woods behind me. I assumed it was a deer, some
small animal, so I paid it no mind.
The rustling continued for about 10 or 15 minutes before I
noticed something strange. The air had taken on a hoard
smell unlike anything I'd ever encountered.
The smell was a mix of wet dog and sewage, thick and
overpowering. I can feel my stomach turn as it
grew stronger, almost suffocating.
The rustling behind me seemed louder, and the uneasy feeling
crept over me. I slowly turned the look,
expecting to find a stray animal or maybe even another person,
but what I saw left me frozen in place.
Standing only 20 or 30 yards away was an enormous creature,
unlike anything I'd ever seen. It was massive, at least 8 or 9
feet tall, with a dingy brown coat of matted hair.
The creature's eyes were dark and sunken, staring straight at
me with an intensity that felt almost unnatural.
It didn't move, didn't make a sound.
It just stood there, watching me.
My heart pounded in my chest as we locked eyes.
Its gaze felt hollow, piercing right through me, and for those
few seconds I couldn't move, as if I were trapped in a stare.
After what felt like an eternity, I snapped back to
reality, dropped my fishing pole and bolted down the path toward
my car, nearly half a mile away. I didn't dare look back.
I just ran, crashing through the underbrush as fast as I could,
not knowing if it would follow, but desperate to get away.
When I finally reached my car, I speed home, still too shaken to
speak. My mom, who lived next door, saw
me and asked what had happened. She said I looked white as a
sheet, but I could barely get the words out to explain what I
just experienced. I never went back to that spot
on the river. I've tried to tell myself it was
just my imagination, but I can still recall every detail.
The smell, the dark vacant eyes, the way it just did there.
And years later, when I was out in a deer stand early one
morning, I caught that same awful smell again, lingering in
the air behind me, only for a few minutes before it
disappeared. I never saw anything that day,
but I knew it was close. Since that summer night I've
avoided that part of the river altogether and I know no matter
how much time passes, I'll never forget the way it felt to stand
frozen under the creatures empty gaze.
Wow, that's really something you know, just seeing where these
things face to face like that out in some remote area of
timber. Very incredible.
OK, let's take a look at this next one here.
It was a bright, sunny morning in June of 1999 when my
girlfriend and I decided to go for a leisurely Dr. along old
Highway 94 in Callaway County, Missouri.
She was driving, and we were just a couple of miles down the
road when something unusual caught my eye.
About 20 feet off the road, near an old abandoned house with an
overgrown yard, I saw a large brown shape crouched near a
round Bale of hay. At first, I couldn't quite
believe what I was seeing. It looked like a massive
humanoid creature down on its hands and knees, with its left
arm braced on the ground and its right arm stretched out in front
as if reaching for something on the ground.
This left leg was extended back, balancing its weight.
It could make out its expression even from the distance.
The face was softer and lighter in color than the rest of its
body, with short beige colored hair and a black nose.
It looked deeply focused on whatever it was picking up.
A light wheeze blew through, stirring the creatures long dark
brown hair, which looked surprisingly clean and shiny.
It wasn't matted or rough, and in the sunlight it almost
glistened, hanging down nearly a foot in length.
I quickly surveyed the scene, realizing just how large this
thing was. It's back was level with the top
of the hay bell, which I knew from experience was around 6
feet tall. The creatures long limbs
stretched nearly 5 feet from end to end.
For a few seconds I was frozen, just staring in disbelief.
When I managed to find my voice, I told my girlfriend what I'd
seen. She looked in the rear view
mirror and saw it too, right by the hay bill, and immediately
offered to turn the car around for a closer look.
But I was too unsettled. The idea of confronting this
creature, whatever it was, terrified me, and I firmly told
her to keep driving. It didn't seem to notice this at
all, too focused on its task to look upward or react.
That was the only eerie encounter I'd had in this area.
Few years later, in 2006, I was out fishing on the Missouri
River in the middle of the night.
Around 3 AMI heard grunting and snorting sounds coming from the
riverbank. It sounded like a large animal
crashing through the underbrush and snapping sticks.
Whatever it was, it seemed agitated, pacing back and forth
along the shoreline as though disturbed by my presence.
Locals in the nearby town of Cedar City I often talked about
strange happenings along the Missouri River, stories of
creatures working in the river bottoms and wooded Bluffs.
My own family has had experiences too.
My mother, aunt and grandmother each reported strange encounters
back in the early 1970s. This part of the Missouri River
corridor is wild, filled with dense woods and farmland,
providing plenty of cover for whatever might be out there,
whether it's Bigfoot or something else.
I'll never forget the massive silent creature I saw that sunny
summer morning by the hay Bale. That would be cool.
Just driving along the car with your girlfriend, you look over
and you see one of these massive Bigfoot kneeling down by a round
Bale of hay that must have found something.
I don't know, maybe it found a small rodent or a bug or
something, or some seeds that it wanted to eat.
Whatever it was, it sound, it sounds like this Bigfoot was
pretty much just focused on it, nothing else.
Very cool. We'll do a couple more stories
here and then we'll wrap this up.
It was late at night on July 23rd, 2020 when my girlfriend
and I decided to drive out to Settlesford Conservation Area in
Cass County, Missouri for some stargazing.
We pulled into a gravel parking lot bordered by open fields to
the east and a tree line to the West.
There was an odd stillness in the air that made us both feel
uneasy, but it was only our second time visiting this spot
and we didn't have her dog along with this for company.
This time I had a powerful spotlight flashlight with a zoom
lens, great for picking up distant eyeshine, so I decided
to scan the area before we settled in.
At first I was just sweeping it around out of habit, but then as
a beam crossed the field, something caught my eye.
Something out of place. I almost ignored it, thinking it
was just a tree or some distant object, but something about it
made me pause. It looked a bit too white and
too upright to blend into the surroundings.
I focus the light back on it, and as I did, the figure started
to move, heading West across the field.
It was about 50 yards away, but immediately I got the impression
it was a person. Except something was off.
I told my girlfriend to get into the car, my heart pounding as I
realized that it was nearly 1:00 AM.
There were no other cars in the lot, and no sane person would be
out in that field, especially dressed in white and moving
through the fog. The whole scene felt surreal.
I jumped into the car and pulled it around toward the gravel Rd.,
hoping to catch another glimpse, but as I moved down the road the
fog thickened around us and a creeping dread it took over.
The figure had been tall, unnaturally tall, with the
distinct head that almost seemed to sit directly on its
shoulders, lacking any visible neck.
It was slender but solid, moving in a way that seemed smooth,
almost gliding with its arms held stiffly at its sides.
The fog and the dim light added an other worldly feel to the
whole thing. I couldn't shake the sight.
It definitely wasn't a deer or a person, and it seemed far too
tall to be anything else natural.
The figure had moved with an eerie calm, almost as if it had
been unfazed by the US shining a light directly on it.
Feeling unnerved and more than a little spooked, my girlfriend
and I decided to leave quickly, the fog seeming to press closer
as we pulled away. Later, talking to an
investigator, I recounted the encounter, describing how the
figure's head seemed to blend into its shoulders and how it
had moved across a field with a slow, deliberate pace.
The field itself was covered in grass about a foot and a half
high, and judging by that, I estimated the figure to be at
least 7 feet tall. I hadn't seen any facial
features, just that strange, ghostly shape moving quietly
through the mist. As we left, my girlfriend
admitted she had felt the same eerie presence, even though she
hadn't seen the figure herself. We both agreed this would be the
last time we visited. Settles forward at night.
What a cool sighting. Almost like they've seen a
ghost. White.
I don't know, maybe a creature something like the abdominal
snowman or something, I don't know.
But just this wide variety of colors and sizes that these
Bigfoot come in. It's amazing.
We'll do one last story here so we have one more here.
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friends and family. This last one says in May 2012,
a few friends and I decided to head back up to a small game
access near Smithfield Lake in Clay County, Missouri.
It was a familiar spot, a place where some of us had experienced
something unsettling a few months earlier.
Red eyes staring at us from the dark high up in the trees.
We couldn't shake the memory of those eyes, so here we were,
almost a year later, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever it
had been. The night was pitch black, with
heavy clouds overhead, casting almost no natural light.
It was close to midnight when we parked and walked around for a
bit, keeping an eye out for anything unusual.
After a while, finding nothing, we returned to the Jeep and set
inside with the windows cracked, talking in low voices.
About an hour passed in silence, broken only by our quiet
conversation. Then a strange, uncomfortable
feeling settled over us, A sudden, almost primal urge to
leave. The driver started the Jeep, but
before he could pull away, the friend and the passenger seat
let out a scream, pointing into the darkness just in front of
us. My heart skipped as I followed
his gaze. There, about 30 yards ahead,
crouched a massive figure, watching us intently with large
red glowing eyes. It was crouched low in the tall
brush, almost blending in, but the eyes stood out against the
darkness like embers. The driver panicked, his foot
slamming the gas as he struggled to turn us around, the wheels
spinning wildly in the dirt as he swung the Jeep.
The headlights briefly illuminated the creature, and it
was closer than I had realized. It was huge, at least 7 1/2 feet
tall, covered in dark brown hair.
I was sitting directly behind the passenger with my windows
open, and for one haunting moment we were no more than 7 or
8 feet from it. I caught a glimpse of its face,
and it was something I'll never forget.
The face was unexpectedly human like, with hairless cheeks and
eyes that seemed larger than they should be.
Even after the headlights had passed, a faint red glow
lingered in the eyes, as if they had their own eerie light.
It had no visible neck, just broad, heavy shoulders that gave
it a solid, terrifying appearance.
My stomach dropped as I realized just how close we had come to it
in those few seconds. Time seemed to stretch and then
snap back. The driver finally managed to
turn us around and we speed away from the access point, the
creature disappearing into the blackness behind us.
The whole encounter had lasted barely 15 seconds, but it felt
much longer. Back on the road, nobody said a
word. One of the guys in the back seat
looked pale, shaken, and wouldn't even speak about what
had happened. That night haunted me for years.
Even now, thinking about that face brings a chill.
The creature had seemed more human than I could ever have
imagined, and yet something about it was simply wrong.
I never thought I'd witness something like that, and yet
there it was, unmistakable. I haven't been back to that
place since. None of us have.
Well, that's a very frightening, impactful experience right
there. Well, I hope you've enjoyed
today's Bigfoot stories from Missouri.
The Show ME STATE has not failed us.
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