Wednesday night, one of my neighbors called.
“Sorry to call so late man, but did you hear that noise outside?”
Sound asleep in my recliner, I can sleep through small wars, whatever Elaine’s got on TV, and probably a fair-sized meteor strike. “No, what’d you hear?” I was instantly awake and on point.
“Well, it was kind of strange. I was outside when I heard it. Sort of like the noise a creaking door would make, except it was way louder than that and went on for the longest time. Thought surely you would have heard it…”
Sleepy, or not, Ure’s “news nose knows news.” I’d already moved to the studio door at the north end of the house. It’s the closest door to the neighbor’s place up the side of what passes for a “mountain” (the Concord Mountains” of East Texas.
As I opened it, I noticed there was just the barest bit of daylight dying out west of us. A few of our 80-foot pines could still be faintly outlined in the approaching night sky. The temp was in the low 80’s since the heat of the day hadn’t passed, yet. No wind. More to the point, though: No sound. Nothing. No even insects, which this time of year is unusual.
“Which direction did it sound like it was coming from?”
“Sounded like if you were on a line between my place and Ure’s it would be just east of there. Maybe somewhere up by my mailbox or driveway. Went on for a good five minutes…maybe lon gter. Thought sure you would have heard it.”
“Something like a deer, or a hog, maybe?”
“Shoot, bull, you know I’ve been outdoors my whole life and grew up here. Never have heard anything like this before. I know what a coyote sounds like, what hogs sound like, and even when a fawn’s born and the momma deer is in pain. Wasn’t any of ’em. Nothing like this though…”
“Something REAL unusual, huh?”
“Damn-sure nothing I’ve ever heard. I know the noises rabbits make when they caught. All the bird noises..owls and all that….but this was just, you know…freaky, dude.”
“I remember when we moved here we’d heard there were sasquatch here in the upper regions of Mound Prairie Creek. In fact, we got a number stories from a late artist friend of ours – the woman who painted that mural in the conversation room.
She’d lived around here forever and heard tales from oilfield workers about all kinds of strange things between her place – about halfway to town on (county road) 404 – and ours.
In fact, one night, on the way back from here, she said there were some “orbs” that were flying over a field almost down to (county road) 321…north side of that, might have been where the dairy farm is, off to the left.
Anyway, when she was telling us about the orbs, and she mentioned there have been sasquatch sightings, too. In the l area of east of highway 155 on over here to the upper headwaters of the creek….you ever hear anything like that? I mean, maybe that’s what you were hearing…” I said it half-jokingly, but the answer I got was anything but funny.
“No, but I’ll tell you what, two of my friends swear they’ve seen ’em.”
“When was this?”
“Shoot, mid nineties…Just after I got out of high school.”
“Tell me about ’em?”
“Well, this one fellow I know…has the worst luck of anyone you’d ever meet. He was in a couple of accidents including one in the oil field that busted him up pretty good. He was laid up for six months, or longer recovering. Pretty well “medicated” most of the time. Drank a fair amount, too. Thing is, he swears he’s seen a sasquatch. Claims it was around the time he saw the alien space ship land near his place…I figured the dude was crazy”
This got me to thinking. Is there a relationship between sasquatch sighting and UFO’s? There’s a great book by George Knapp, a highly respected research into the very strange who is a news director at a Las Vegas radio station.
The book “Hunt for the Skinwalker: Science Confronts the Unexplained at a Remote Ranch in Utah” goes into anomalous sightings at this remote ranch…and it came flooding back into my memory as my neighbor had been talking. Sure, there are some people who will pass this kind of story off as “rural lore” and “tall tales.” In Texas, maybe, but such events – well documented and in remote Utah? Leaves an open mental bookmark, if you know what I mean.
“Guy just strung out on his pain meds?”
“I dunno…I could go either way on it. I mean if he was the ONLY one, I wouldn’t believe him. But, we know others, too…”
WHAT? Suddenly, I was on the trail of something. One thing I’d learned from interviewing Louis L’ Amour 400-years ago is that many of the “legends” of rural lands often has some basis in fact. But, the only way to track them down is to “walk the countryside” and talk to people. Get ’em to open up. Tell their stories. Been some of the best writing advice ever. Phenomenal writer.
“Like who?” I was fishing.
“Well, people don’t like to talk about it much, but we know this one dude – comes from a well-to-do family – big farm, too, almost two thousand acres – there’s places on his own family land he won’t even go out on. He swears he’s had a sasquatch throw rocks at him…”
“You’re kidding. What happened?”
“Well, late nineties now, he was out on some of his families property late at night…you know, search-lighting hogs and stuff…and he was down in a small ravine and this big THING up at the top started to throw things at him. He shot at it and it ran off…but to this day, he won’t go back to that part of the family property…which is odd, too, since he’s probably going to inherit it some day. Rest of my friends? Hell. We’ll go anywhere day or night in these woods. We all hunt deer and know ’em like the back of our hands.”
When I’dI opened to door to listen outside, Elaine had some up alongside me. I turned on the speaker phone…she was entranced by the conversation. Perhaps, remembering the UFO/orb/sasquatch reports of our late friend.
“Anything else besides sasquatch out in these woods?”
“I don’t know about sasquatch, but tell you what: I got a picture on one of my game cameras of a part of a big cat…like nothing been seen in these parts before.”
“Bobcat, or maybe a wandering mountain lion? You know they come through here once in a while according to the Texas Game people…”
“This weren’t no mountain lion. It had a tail a good four-foot long…that was all of him that fit in the camera…he was close-in. I’ll see if I can find it…”
Elaine joined in the conversation.
“When George and I were coming back from Tulsa…maybe it was on the way up…I saw this place called Catfish Creek. And there was something about it…I had this really dark feeling like I really, really, shouldn’t ever go anywhere near that area. Almost like I had a “sixth sense” alarm going off…”
“Probably the alligators in there…Only time I ever saw a big cat was when I was turning a wrench up in Dallas. I was coming down highway 19…not too late…but there was a really BIG cat at the side of the road. Big, wide-spaced golden eyes just watching me go by…3-foot tallo, or so – sitting”
Pieces were falling into place. Some years back, when we’d first moved to the East Texas Outback, my bother in law, Panama, reported seeing a big black cat. Jokingly, I later suggested it was a relative of of our domestic black Zeus the Cat – the a-mousing, bird-chasing, porch-potato of a cat who owns us.
“No,” explained Bates, “Iit wasn’t Zeus or any other house cat. Too big.” The cat he’d seen was probably on the order of 40 pounds and domestic cat’s just don’t get that big. Maybe it wasn’t quite big enough to fit the neighbor’s report of a “four foot cat’s tail. That’d be more mountain lion size.
Bates reminded me, a hundred years ago there were all kinds of big wildlife in this area. Big cats – mountain lions and even panthers – would move through the area. In came man…there went the big animals. No telling how many shell casings there are in East Texas.
“Tell me about the alligators up at Catfish Creek…”
“They ain’t no big deal…maybe 4-4/12 foot. But they have a good number of ’em still on the Trinity River. Been around forever. I caught a really small one once out fishing….”
“How big to they get?”
“Down by the Gulf, 8-10 feet. Haven’t seen one that big around here….All over the Trinity, though..”
Following up Thursday, neither of us had any idea what the sound was. Unlikely a tree would make the noise, but it was like that. But, with no wind?
Made a note to myself to do more research – and maybe put in some game cameras to see what we can find here at the ranch. Maybe an occasional eagle? We know the red tail hawk family is doing well…by the noise of the young.
The data on Bigfoot in these parts is impressive, if you take the time for look for it.
The Bigfoot Field Research Organization is the major resource for people online who are looking for details. A map of Texas (here) shows more than 200 sightings in Texas.
BFRO reported a good “live sighting” about 25 miles south of us in the Elkhart, Texas area back in 2001 with three witnesses.
Of course, our odd noise report isn’t a bigfoot sighting. BUT, what is interesting – speaking of odd things out in the woods around the country – is that report out of Montana, just in the past week: “Odd animal shot in Montana could be a wolf-dog hybrid – ABC7 News.” Could there be a leftover strain of Neanderthal-humans still living in the wilds? There are books suggesting that unsolved disappearances from National Parks around the US may be Bigfoot collecting breeding stock human to keep their numbers alive. The disappearances around national parks? That’s where population pressures would press them due to human land use.
What did my neighbor hear? We don’t know. But when an experienced woodman, bow-hunter, and outdoorsman who’s lived here his whole life can’t tell the sound…our interest is piqued.
One possibility is it was a “tree squeak.”
Or, is there that missing branch of near-humans. Videos make for interesting speculation. YT Bigfoot sometime when you have lots of time to spend.
As always, we don’t operate on speculation. Like my neighbor, I’m going to put in some new-generation no-flash (IR) game cameras. Ure’s cameras will be placed discretely along game trails. And a few apples spread around, too…
A topic like Bigfoot may seem an odd area of interest; especially for someone who spends as much time in the harder nominal world of business models, spreadsheets, “the greeks,” and trading, as I do.
But, as will become clear in my next book Psychocartography, there is an emerging weave of a continuous cloth that connects many seemingly unrelated woo-woo type events, such that a new – expanded – view of Reality does fit neatly into a pattern. Another example is Digital Mob Rule – also a possible chapter for the new book. That one that we will cover in Peoplenomics Saturday.
“Ure saying there is a link between mapping your dreams, Bigfoot, and Digital Mob Rule?”
Hell yeah. But, it’s complicated. More in the book (with segments in advance for PN subscribers).
We promise to pass on any interesting pictures from the new “no flash, no glow” game cams that will arrive here tomorrow. Got a few spare apples for us to “seed” the property?
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