Hello and welcome to the program UFO Warning.
In this episode, we're looking at some Oklahoma Bigfoot
stories. That's correct, Oklahoma Bigfoot
stories. Did a little bit of editing on
those just to make them easier to read.
You can go to bfro.net to find all the original stuff on this.
It's really great stuff over there.
This first story tells us in the fall of 1973, on a sunny
afternoon in late September, a mother and her two children were
driving home to Burns Flat, OK. They had spent the day in Atlas
and as the car moved steadily along Highway 44, the day seemed
calm and uneventful. The warm sun illuminated the
road ahead and the clear sky left no distractions.
It was around 3:00 PM and a quiet lull had settled over the
car. The radio was off and all three,
mother, son and daughter were silently gazing out the
windshield, lost in their thoughts.
Suddenly something caught the mother's eye.
Off to the left, near a cattle pasture, she saw movement rising
from a squatting position. An enormous black man like
figure emerged. Her heart skipped a beat.
The creature, which seemed to tower at around 8 feet tall,
took three powerful strides across the two lane highway just
30 yards ahead of the car. Its speed and agility were
startling as it appeared to almost glide across the hot
asphalt, its large muscular frame effortlessly covering the
distance as it moved. The mother noticed his hair,
silky and flowing, not stiff or animal like, but shiny and soft,
catching the light as it ran. Instinctively, she slammed on
the brakes. Her children, an 11 year old boy
in a front seat and a 12 year old girl in the back seat,
leaned forward, eyes wide in shock.
The creature briefly glanced in their direction before
disappearing into a ditch on the other side of the road, blending
into the brush and trees that boarded the cattle pasture.
What was that, Mama? Both children exclaimed in
unison, their voices a mix of curiosity and fear.
The mother, still gripping tightly, can only manage.
I don't know. The children pled with her to
stop the car, but fear gripped her.
What had she just witnessed? She had never seen anything like
it before. What if it was dangerous?
Unsure what might happen next, she continued driving, her mind
racing. As he drove away, she couldn't
shake one lingering thought. The pavement must have been
blistering hot, yet the creature had crossed it with such
urgency, as if it couldn't bear the heat on its bare feet.
Despite the shared experience, the mother warned her children
not to tell anyone what they had seen.
She herself didn't speak of it again, haunted by the memory of
that strange encounter in the quiet countryside of Washita
County, Oklahoma. It's really just an amazing
sighting there. Just imagine.
Wow, what a great story. Let's take a look at the next
one here. In the summer of 1977, a group
of young campers from Bethel Baptist Church gathered for a
weekend retreat at Robbers Cave State Park in Latimer County,
Oklahoma. The trip was meant to be a fun
escape, but for one girl, it became a night she would never
forget. The campers arrived on a Friday
evening, and by Saturday, an unsettling feeling began to
creep over her. As she and her friends explored
the campgrounds, a nagging sense of being watched lingered in the
back of her mind. Despite trying to shake it off,
the feeling only grew stronger as the day wore on.
By late afternoon, a storm had rolled in, bringing heavy rain
and Thunder that rattled the camp.
That night, the girls huddled in their cabin, located at the far
end of the campground. Shaped like a horseshoe.
The storm raged outside, the sound of rain pounding on the
roof, making it hard for anyone to sleep.
She lay in her sleeping bag on the top bunk, surrounded by the
sounds of the storm and the quiet rustling of her friends,
trying to settle down for the night.
But sleep wouldn't come. Storms terrified her, and the
unease from earlier still clung to her thoughts.
As the rain pelted the cabin, she suddenly heard the creak of
the screen door opening. The door banged shut and her
heart skipped a beat. It must be one of the girls were
a counselor heading to the bathroom, she told herself,
trying to calm down. But then she smelled it.
A foul, musky order that filled the air.
Frozen in her sleeping bag, she listened as heavy, shuffling
footsteps slowly moved around the cabin.
The sound was unmistakable. Someone or something was walking
around inside. Her heart pounded as the
footsteps drew closer to her bunk and the smell intensified.
She lay stiff as a board, barely breathing, too terrified to
move. The footsteps stopped right
beside her, and she could feel the presence of something large
standing over her. It was so close she could hear
deep, raspy breathing and a soft, guttural growl.
Her mind raced. How could something be standing
above her? She was on the top bunk.
And then, to her horror, she felt it.
Something furry brushed against her face, tracing the contours
of her cheeks and along the headgear she wore for her
braces. She wanted to scream, but fear
kept her silent, her body paralyzed with terror.
The next thing she knew, it was moving.
She woke up on the floor beside her bunk, still inside her
sleeping bag, with her pillow beneath her head.
She had no memory of how she ended up there.
Disoriented and scared, she wondered if it had all been a
terrible dream. But then the girl who had been
sleeping in the bunk next to her pulled her aside.
Eyes wide with fear, she whispered.
I saw it. The girl went on to describe a
large, black, hairy creature standing behind her bunk during
the night. She had been too scared to
scream, fearing that if she made any noise it would harm her
friend. The two girls, shaken and
frightened, made a pack to never speak of what had happened, and
they kept that secret until now. The memory of that night haunted
her for years. She couldn't explain what had
happened, but the feeling of being watched, the foul smell,
the touch of something unknown, and the fear shared with her
friend left an indelible mark on her.
Even now, whenever she recalls that stormy night in the woods,
a chill runs down her spine. Wow, that is really creepy.
Let's have a look at this next one here.
It was a mild spring evening in 1981 around 8:00 PM when a
mother and her two sons settled down to watch television in
their home near Wilberton, Oklahoma.
The house was quiet and cozy, with a bowl of popcorn shared
between the mother and her youngest son, who sat next to
her on the sofa. The eldest, a 16 year old boy,
lounged across her room on a love seat.
Everything seemed normal until the mother, with her unusually
sharp sense of smell, caught a whiff of something horrific, a
foul stench that seeped in from the window behind them.
The odor was so intense that she turned to her sons.
Do you smell that? She asked, her nose wrinkling in
disgust. Her eldest, used to his mother's
keen sense of smell, dismissed it with a teasing grin.
Oh mom, you're always smelling something.
He said, but the smell was too strong to ignore, and soon he
even picked up on it. It faded for a moment, only to
return even stronger a few minutes later.
Convinced that something was under the sofa, the mother asked
her son to help her move it. As they searched around the
room, the youngest backed away, nervous.
They found nothing. Realizing that the breeze
blowing in from the open windows might be carrying the smell,
they decided to wait until daylight to investigate outside.
An hour later, the eldest son went outside.
He returned quickly, asking for the shotgun.
His face was pale and serious. There's something out there, he
said, standing by the railroad tie post, watching the house.
He described the figure as a darn big guy, too large to be a
normal person. Armed with a gun, he made his
way toward the chicken pin, but not long after his voice rang
out in the night, called the law.
Terrified for her son, the mother rushed to call the
sheriff. When her son returned, he
explained that the figure had stepped over a barbed wire fence
and leaped over her brush pile before vanishing into the woods.
He hadn't fired the gun but was visibly shaken.
Within 10 minutes, 2 sheriffs deputies arrived and combed the
area with flashlights. They found nothing, leaving the
family unsettled with no answers.
Later that day, the mother and her youngest son were alone in
the house, waiting for the eldest to return from his
grandmother's house. Nearby.
The eerie quiet was broken by the sound of a metal latch.
The latch on the storage building outside, where the
family kept their laundry and deep freezer.
Someone had entered the building and fear gripped the mother.
She had quickly called her son at his grandmother's, asking if
he'd been there the entire time. When he confirmed he hadn't left
her, blood ran cold. Whoever was in the building
wasn't him. Her son rushed home, arriving
within two minutes. As they discussed what to do
next, he suddenly froze and stared out the window behind the
sofa. What in the heck is that?
He yelled. The youngest boy, curious, ran
into the kitchen and saw it too. Both of them described seeing a
hairy, dirty face pressed against the glass, watching them
through the window. Panicked, the mother called the
sheriff again and her son grabbed the shotgun, taking a
protective stance. The mother and her youngest
huddled on the floor, lights off as he waited, hearts pounding.
The foul stench filled the air once more, a nauseating blend of
wet, filthy dog swell diapers and dirty, damp clothes.
They knew it was coming from whatever was looking outside the
window. The deputies arrived and once
again found nothing, but the unsettling feeling remained.
Over the years, the mother struggled to make sense of what
had happened. At first, she thought it might
have been a deranged drifter or a Vagabond, especially since her
husband had found signs of someone camping in the nearby
woods. But the combination of the
stench, the strange face, and the unusual behavior LED her to
a different conclusion years later, especially after hearing
similar stories of creatures lurking in the woods.
It wasn't until a conversation with a retired Oklahoma highway
patrolman, a friend of her husband's, that she felt
certain. He assured her that no human
prowler or intruder would have acted like that.
The smell, the massive size, and the way it watched them.
It wasn't like anything he'd ever seen in his career.
And in her heart, she finally believed it, too.
Whatever had visited them that night wasn't human.
Wow, what an intense encounter. Let's have a look at this next
one here. It was a cold, overcast day in
January of 2003 when three friends set out for a bobcat
hunting trip in western Johnston County, Oklahoma.
The clouds hung low, offering the perfect cover for spotting
wildlife. Two of the men, eager and
relatively new to hunting Bobcats, had already had a
successful day, each begging their first cat at separate
stands. The third member of the group,
though less experienced, enjoyed the adventure, relishing the
chance to explore the rugged, unfamiliar landscape.
Driving slowly home through a heavily wooded pasture just east
of Hwy. 177, the two friends in the lead vehicle were taking
their time scanning the surroundings for movement.
The road was rough, and as they crossed a cattle guard, the
peaceful monotony was suddenly interrupted by a strange and
unexpected sight. Out of the dense woods, just 30
feet in front of their truck, a creature emerged.
It moved on all fours, its body covered in a thick coat of Gray
fur, and its muscular frame immediately drew their
attention. The driver, stunned by what he
was seeing, slowed the vehicle even more as they watched the
creature across the road in front of them.
What is that? He asked, his voice filled with
confusion. His friend, equally bewildered,
replied in a slow, drawn out voice.
I don't know. The two men stared in disbelief.
The creature had an odd gait. Its front limbs barely seemed to
support its weight, while its powerful back legs kicked out as
it scurried across the road. Its body was hunched over, its
form resembling that of a gorilla, and though it moved
quickly, they were able to observe it for a good six to
seven seconds. The driver was particularly
struck by how the creature's back muscles rippled beneath his
fur as it moved, giving it an almost surreal quality.
Why wouldn't it look at us? The driver murmured as the
creature remained focused on its path, never turning its head
toward the vehicle. The way it moved was unlike
anything they had ever seen before.
Its torso stayed low to the ground, no more than 3 1/2 feet
as highest point, but its hindquarters were mere inches
from the ground, almost as if it was crawling or scurrying like a
monkey. Then, just as quickly as it had
appeared, the creature vanished into the underbrush, leaving the
two men speechless. For a while, they rationalized
what they had seen. It must have been a large
bobcat, one of them suggested, though deep down neither of them
truly believed that explanation. The image of the muscular
gorilla like figure stayed with him, knowing after thoughts for
years. Despite their lingering doubts,
they convinced themselves it had been a bobcat.
What else could it have been? Years later that certainty
wavered. One day the driver saw a close
up photo of an episode of Monster Quest that struck an
eerie chord. The creature in the photograph
found in Florida looked unsettling, similar to what he
and his friend had seen that day in the woods.
Shaken by the memory, he called his friend to ask what he
thought about the encounter. After discussing it, they both
agreed whatever they had seen that day was no bobcat.
They estimated the creature weigh between 150 and 175 lbs,
far too large for any known feline.
The image of its hunched, powerful form crossing the road
was seared into their minds, and the mystery surrounding the
creature only deepened. Then the driver remembered
something else, something he hadn't connected until that
moment in 1999, just a few years before their strange sighting,
he had heard an unearthly scream one night about 1/2 mile South
of where they had encountered a creature.
He had never spoken of it before, dismissing it as an
oddity, but now, with this new perspective, he couldn't shake
the feeling that the two incidents were related.
Whatever had crossed her path that day was still a mystery.
The woods of Johnston County held their secrets, but the men
would never forget the strange girl like creature that had
silently vanished into the trees, leaving behind nothing
but questions. Another one of these stories
where these creatures just crossing our paths almost.
Almost like this intentional way of exposing themselves.
We'll look at a couple of more here.
It was the first weekend of October 2009 and as they did
every year, a group of old friends, self-described old
hippies, gathered at Tishomingo State Park in Oklahoma to camp
and reminisce. The campsite was peaceful,
tucked away by the Blue River, and by 9:30 PM the fire had
burned down to glowing embers. 15 friends remained huddled near
the warmth, the conversations softly trailing off into the
cool fall air. One of the campers, a 57 year
old woman, decided it was time to retire for the night.
Her tent was set up some distance from the main camp,
closer to the river, and she began to walk alone, her two
small dogs trailing behind her. As she neared her tent, the
stillness of the evening was suddenly interrupted.
Out of nowhere, something or someone ran in front of her,
crossing swiftly from West to east.
It was close, too close. She stopped in her tracks,
startled and bewildered. She knew everyone in her group
and none of them were in any shape to Sprint like that,
especially at night. She wasn't under the influence
of alcohol or drugs, and she was sure of what she had seen.
The figure moved with the stride of a man, not an animal.
The sight had unnerved her. She turned around and made her
way back to the camp fire where the others were still gathered.
Trying to make sense of it, she asked two of her friends, both
men, to walk her back to her tent with a flashlight.
They laughed off for concerns, suggesting it must have been a
deer, or maybe even a brown bear.
Deer run on 4 legs, she retorted, and bears don't have
the stride of a man. Besides, brown bears aren't that
tall. But they continued to tease her,
and though unnerved, she returned to her tent.
Now armed with a loaded gun. She carefully tucked it under
her pillow, her fingers brushing against the cold steel for her
reassurance. Her two small dogs snuggled
beside her, ready to alert her if something or someone came
near. Despite the light rain that
began to fall later that night, she couldn't shake the image of
the figure that had run so swiftly and silently in front of
her. The light from the campsite had
been enough for her to clearly see its shape and movement, but
what it was remained a mystery. When she returned home to
Lawton, OK a few days later, she recounted the experience to a
friend in Florida. Her friend encouraged her to
share the story with others, which led her to write about the
incident, hoping someone else might have had a similar
experience in the area. To this day, she remains certain
of what she saw, a man like figure moving swiftly through
the trees along the riverbank, leaving behind only questions
and a sense of unease that lingers long after the night
ended. Wow.
I just couldn't imagine that being out there camping like
that, kind of a remote area anyway, and then having this
thing just run across your path. Like I said, it's almost like
they're intentionally crossing paths with us.
So we'll do this one here and then one more.
It was a sweltering August night, 1966 on the edge of
Tulsa, OK. The summer heat lingered even as
midnight approached and three young girls, friends spending
the night, were sprawled across a bed in a small house, the
window opened to catch any hint of breeze.
They had been chatting and giggling for hours, but now the
room had grown quieter, the conversation fading to a soft
murmur to avoid waking the girl's mother and sister, who
were asleep in the next room. The house at the end of 46th St.
N set near the edge of town where new homes were being
built, but the surrounding area was still a rural with hills,
woods and a Creek nearby. The only sounds outside were the
usual night noises, crickets, an occasional rustle of leaves.
But then they heard something else.
At first it was just footsteps, soft, deliberate, and getting
closer. The three girls exchanged
nervous glances and lifted their heads to peer out the window.
Outside the bushes beneath the window, something or someone was
moving. The footsteps grew louder, and
then, with a sudden jolt, the bushes shook violently.
A large, hairy face appeared in a window, rising slowly inches
from where they lay. It was enormous, filling the
frame of the window and covered in thick, matted hair.
The face was like nothing the girls had ever seen before, more
animal than human, but with an intelligence in its eyes that
sent a chill down their spines. The creature's eyes locked onto
the girl closest to the window. She was frozen in place, unable
to move as the musky scent of the creature filled the room.
In that moment, she thought it resembled an ape, but something
about it was wrong. This was no ape.
Her friends immediately rolled away from the window, trembling
and crying in fear. But she remained paralyzed,
staring into the creature's eyes, her heart pounding.
The only thing separating her from this towering, terrifying
figure was the thin screen of the window.
The smell was overwhelming, musky and wild, and the
creature's eyes never left hers. After what felt like an
eternity, the girl finally found the strength to move.
She turned and screamed, her voice breaking through the heavy
silence of the night. Her mother came rushing into the
room, flicking on the lights as the girls bolted to the living
room, hysterical with fear. They babbled incoherently about
what they had just seen, their words tripping over one another
as they tried to describe the monstrous figure at the window.
Her mother, unsure what to believe but alarmed by their
terror, called the police. Officers arrived and searched
the area, but they found nothing.
The night remained eerily quiet, the creature gone as suddenly as
it had appeared. That face, those eyes, remained
with her, etched in her memory. She would carry the weight of
that night for the rest of her life.
As she grew older, she recounted the story to her grandchildren,
who hung on every word, eyes wide with the same fears she had
felt. One of her grandsons urged her
to share the story with the world, believing that others
might have had similar encounters.
The creature she had seen, she would later come to realize, fit
the description of what people call Bigfoot.
And while many dismissed such tales as myth, for her the
memory was all too real an encounter she would never
forget. That's a great story.
We'll do one more here and we'll wrap this up.
It was a clear, cool night on May 20th, 2009, when three
friends decided to kayak and camp at Keystone Lake in
Oklahoma. With lake levels 15 feet higher
than usual, the peninsula they had chosen was now an isolated
island accessible only by boat. The trio, two friends and one of
their girlfriends arrived at the lake around 8:00 PM, kayaking
the mile to a quiet sandy beach where they set up camp, built a
fire and settled in for the evening.
As darkness fell, they roasted hot dogs over the fire and tried
their luck at fishing, but with no success.
By midnight, the peacefulness of the night was interrupted when
the girlfriend mentioned that she needed to leave for work the
next morning. As she and her boyfriend began
gathering their gear to head back to the car, an eerie sound
shattered the stillness of the night.
From the nearby woods, they heard a series of grunting and
howling noises, each one repeated in the same pattern
about five times. The unsettling sound carried
through the trees, deep and guttural, unlike anything they
had heard before. The 3rd member of the group, an
experienced camper and Eagle Scout, felt a chill run down his
spine. He wasn't one to be easily
spooked, but this noise was different, unnerving enough to
make him abandoned the idea of staying at the campsite alone.
So he decided to kayak back with his friends, leaving the fire
burning in their absence. They returned to the cars,
dropped off the girlfriend, and made their way back to the
island. Around 1:30 AM, the two friends
rekindled the fire and decided to try their luck fishing again,
this time near a wooded area that had been submerged by the
rising water just 50 feet from their beach.
For about 30 minutes they feasted in silence, the only
sounds the soft lapping of water against their kayaks.
But as they made their way back to shore, something happened
that would change the entire mood of the night.
Passing through a low area with Willow trees, a massive rock,
far too large for a human to lift suddenly came hurtling from
the shore, landing with a thunderous splash just feet away
from one of the kayaks. Startled the men, shining their
flashlights toward the shore, straining to see through the
dense trees. The low hanging branches of the
willows obscured their view, but whatever had thrown the rock was
still out there, hidden in the shadows.
They paused, tried to process what had just happened, when
moments later a second rock, this one even larger than the
first, crashed into the water near them, sending ripples
through the lake. Fear gripped them both, unsure
of what was looking in the darkness.
They paddled backward, putting distance between themselves in a
shore. One of the men remembered
something from ATV show about Bigfoot, how these creatures
were known to throw rocks and make strange guttural noises
similar to the ones they had heard earlier.
His heart raced as he shared his suspicion with his friend.
Could it be? The decision was made swiftly?
They were not going to stay for another moment on that island.
With nerves on edge, they paddled back to their campsite
and hurriedly packed up their gear.
Each took turns keeping a flashlight trained on the woods
while the other packed, both feeling as though something or
someone was watching them from the trees.
As they kayaked away from the island.
They made one final pass around Perimeter, looking for any signs
of boats or campers, but the island was deserted.
They were alone, or so they thought.
The eerie silence followed them as they made their way back to
shore, the night's strange events leaving them shaken for a
season. Camp, who had spent countless
nights in the wilderness. This was the first time he had
ever fled a campsite in the middle of the night.
What had thrown those rocks? What had made those disturbing
noises? The answers remained elusive,
but one thing was certain. Something was on that island and
it wasn't humid. What a frightening situation in
there. Well, I hope you like these
stories. I did the podcast in a little
bit of a different format today because it's Saturday.
Saturday's kind of a slow day for the podcast, so I thought
it'd be fun just to kind of mix it up a little bit.
You can let me know what you think in the comments section.
Until next time, this is UFO WARNING over and out.