And these people that claim or carry themselves without actually claiming to be an expert, a bigfoot expert.

I mean, come on, what the hell is a bigfoot expert?

There is no such thing as an expert when it comes to bigfoot.

They know in an instant that you were in the woods.

There is no hiding from them, There is no being quiet.

Or sneaking up on them.

As soon as you walk in the woods, you walk.

In their front door, thinking that you were going to surprise them, You're only kidding yourself.

We have got to get it out of our heads that anecdotal evidence is not evidence.

The best way, in my opinion, that we have to learn about these creatures right now is by listening to and talking to those that have experiperience them, those who have witnessed them and experienced them in their own environment.

We do what we do to try to bring awareness to this topic, to be an open door for somebody to walk through, to be able to share their story, a listening.

Ear, a support hold for those who have hold their own encounters with that which is not supposed to exist.

We've got to open our eyes people, there is something out there.

All of these thousands of people that have seen something.

They're not all lined, they're not all crazy.

There are some very reputable, good people out there that have seen something.

What is up, everybody?

Walk back to the Bigfoot Report.

I'm your host Wayne and not we have a very very special episode where you We.

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And our story.

So I'm just gonna go ahead and hand it over to her.

Hey, everybody, I'm ne on the fens now.

Of course, we're all here at the LBL, so I'm sure you'll want to hear stories about the LBL, and I'm going to try to share a few of them.

There's one particular story that everybody is aware of, and it's known as the Massacre of the OLVL.

I have a tendency to sell my own version of that story.

For those of you who are friends with Roger, if you're here, I apologize.

I've been telling this story since song before I heard Roger.

For those of you who don't know who Roger is, he's a man who says that he was there the day it happens, and he says that a lot of the stuff that we could talk about is in this information.

Forgive me if I'm part of that problem.

I think it was in the spring about nineteen eighty two, maybe late March, early April.

It was that time of year when the most avid campers wanted to get out and get into the LBL before it got overcrowded and there were too many people around.

This particular family was one of those.

There was a couple driving along down the trees starting up in Grand Rivers.

I was going to call that grand Port for his Grand Rivers.

And they were driving along and they decided to turn off on a road roam this to the Momber's Day Road, I believe, And they turned off on that road and they happened past a camp site designing for RBS, About six pads I believe were there, and they got louder and louder and louder.

Anyway, they happened to be driving by and they looked over and there was one RVA parked in that particular little campground, and it looked like a pile of clothes laying out on the ground in front of the RV.

Well, they kind of slowed down and they were looking at it and thinking, well, that's pretty odd, and the more they looked at it, the more they realized that ain't clothes.

So they turned around and they headed back out to the trace and went straight down to the Welcome North Welcome Center, which was less than a mile away, and they went to the ranger and they said, hey, we think there's a dead body up here at this RV park, and we think you should go up and investigate.

So of course the ranger he got in his car and he drove up there, and sure enough, it was not a pile of clothes.

In fact, it was a man who had been decapitated and he had been pretty well torn apart.

So of course they brought in the local police department and all of the rangers and they set up an investigation scene, and they realized that there wasn't just a man there.

There was also a little boy and he was laying closer to the door of the RV and it looked like post something or someone to come for the little boy, and the man had tried to step between them, and the man was killed first, and then the little boy was attacked as he was trying to get into the RV.

They went inside and at the back of the RVO was sort of like a bed area, and that's where they found the mother.

Now, of course, this becomes a crime scene investmentstigation.

So we've got all our little numbered cards, and we've got people taking pictures and they're drawing the you know, things from under the nails and taking all the pictures of all of the wounds and the entire scene.

And then one of the investigators happened to pick up what he thought was going to be a woman's blouse on top of the dresser, but it wasn't.

It was a little girl's dress, a very little girl's dress.

Now, all of a sudden, this is no longer a crime scene investigation.

This is a search and rescue.

Everything gets turned upside down.

Maps come out, they start assigning this area to this officer, in this area to this officer, and this area to this officer, and everybody goes out and buy.

Now it's dark, so they're out there in the dark, looking around trying to find this little girl, probably calling, hey, if you're out here, we're here to help you, you know, just let us know, But no one was answering.

Well later that evening up at Grand Rivers, there was one of those quickie march, you know, a little gas station type thing, and two of those officers happened to pull in there.

Now, the lady who ran it, I believe her name was jan She was the person on duty that night.

She knew these officers pretty well, and they were pretty friendly, gregarious guys.

And yet when they pulled in, the one didn't even come inside.

He got out of the vehicle and sat down immediately on the sidewalk.

The other one came in and grabbed a couple of bottles of water, and she said, is everything okay?

He kind of shook his head.

He says, I don't think everything's going to be okay ever again.

So she goes out there and she asked the one sitting down.

He says, do you need me to help you?

And he said, I don't think there is any help, and she said, well, what's going on now?

They knew not to speak, but this was something so tragic that they had to tell someone.

And so the officer sitting down told the story of how the man and the boy and the woman were found and how they found a little girl's dress.

And he said, me and my partner we headed out into the woods, and as we were looking, I felt raindrops on my hat.

And then my partner said, what is that on your hat?

That's not ring, And he took his hat off and looked, and it was a dark red substance.

And then he looked up.

There in this crotch of a tree, not twenty feet above him was the body of the little girl.

And she had been fed upon, probably while she was still alive.

That is the story of the massacre of the LBL.

There are a lot of versions to that story.

There are a lot of people who will dispute whether or not it's true.

There are people who say, for instance, Roger who says he was a witness, I can't tell you for sure if it is true or not.

I wasn't there.

But it is the story that has made this place famous.

And this place has had a tragic history anyway, because I don't know how many people are aware of this.

But when the Tennessee Valley Authority came through, rather than just negotiate with people to buy their properties so that they could flood the land, a lot of times what they would do is they would say, Hey, this group of people here, we're going to hold a community meeting and talk about what we want to do.

The people would go to the meeting and when they came back home that night, they would find out their houses a that have been burned down or bulldozed, everything lost.

They were not good to these people when they did that, when they came through here and made these two lakes and turned this from the land between the rivers to the land between the lakes, and that creates a lot of anger and a lot of evil.

And you have stories like the Phantom Trucker.

Now there are questions as to whether or not the Phantom trucker runs the sixty eight eighty quarter or the trace, But there have been a lot of people who have gone up around, driven around in this area at late at night and had a truck followed them the headlights.

Sometimes it gets close, sometimes it's way back.

When they finally to pull over or turn around or get off the road or whatever, it always disappears.

The story is that there was a truck driver who had an accident and now he follows people.

So this area has a lot of interesting and bizarre stories.

The one that I think is the most fascinating and the one I want to tell you now is the one that means the most to me because it happened to somebody who I know personally and who I have a very very high opinion of.

Many of you may know him.

His name was Martin Groves.

Now Martin has not been well.

I would the rather he had been here to tell his own story.

But I want to share his story with you because I think it's really really important for us all to remember.

Because this is a man who was a retired sheriff's deputy.

He has a high, you know, believability, and his story is one of the most fascinating I've ever heard.

The other thing that I find passating about this story is a lot of people say that it's all dogmen in the north and big put in the South.

But in the course of the story, you're going to find out that they do overlap.

I believe, and I'm not sure, but I want to say that this happened maybe in ninety three or three.

I feel like it was a year in the in three, and I can't tell you for sure.

Becciting numbers, es gave me names and numbers forget it.

I have two sons.

Their names are Hey and you were good Anyway, Martin and his friend Harry had it was the spring of the year and they came up to the LBL to do some turkey hunting.

Now, Martin was the kind of guy who had hunted since he was a kid.

Set hunted everything.

He'd hunted deer, he'd hunted bear, pete, hunted ducks and geese and turkeys and rabbits and squirrels, and he'd gone out west and hunted big game.

And he was very comfortable in the woods.

There's no reason why Martin Groves would ever imagine anything because this man was familiar.

So he and his buddy Harry, they came up here.

Now, I don't know if any of you are familiar with the Devil's Backbone down here, but I believe that that's the area where this took place.

And it's a very creepy area.

I've been down that road once, not going again.

Anyway, they came up, they found their parking or their camping spot.

They went way back.

They wanted to be as far back and away from the road as they could be, and they found a camping spot.

It was right but next to a cliff base, so they had the cliff to their back.

They had their fire, they had their tent, everything was set up, and that first night was perfect.

They had peace, they had quiet, they had the beauty of the surrounding woods.

They had the song of the of the tree frogs and the crickets.

They the only problem they had was a pesky raccoon that kept trying to get into their food.

But other than that, it was a really great night.

And the next morning they woke up before daylight and they were ready to go, and they really wanted to get out there and do this.

And Harry decided he was going to hunt an area south of where they were at.

It was a field that had a crop field of sometimes the corn probably that had been left for the wildlife to eat on.

And Martin decided he was going to go northeast and he was going to hunt a cambrake.

So that's what they did.

They went off from their different directions, and as Martin was going along, the first thing that he noticed was he heard a really loud, metallic sound, one that did not belong in these woods, not under any stretch of the imagination.

And he said, it sounded kind of like an old barn door, you know.

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We'll be right back.

Moving.

But it was really loud, and there was no place in this particular part of the world that that sound should have come from.

And as he was walking along, he happened to see a truck coming towards him.

It was an old nisaw him pickup truck, and he thought, you know, well, maybe this guy knows where that sound came from.

And the guy pulls over and he gets out and they introduced themselves.

The guy says, hey, my name's Bubba.

Now everybody who knows Martin well knows that they call him Bubba.

And he says, no way, that's my name.

I'm Mark, I'm Bubba, and I'm the original Tennessee Bubba.

And the other guy says, well, that's fine because I'm the original Kentucky Bubba.

And so they kind of bonded over that and they talked and they discussed, you know, the different things going on.

And turns out that the souther Bubba was a bow hunter and he saw Martin carrying his twelve gage and he says, oh, what he isn't that for?

And he says, I'm turkey hunting.

He says, ah.

He says, that's wimpy stuff that experts stay hunt with a bowl.

And he got his bow out and he showed Martin how it was done.

And Martin was really impressive with him because he didn't know anything about it, but this guy seemed to be a real expert on it.

And so they talked for a little bit longer and Martin, you know, mentioned are there anything weird in the woods, And guy says, well, no, I shouldn't probably say this, but you might want to watch your camp tonight because I've been here for two nights now and I've been hearing some weird things around my cant some I'm trying to get in, and I can't figure out what kind of animal it is.

Martin took that, you know, made a note of that, and they said they're goodbyes, and the man went on his way and Martin went on his way, and he hadn't walked for very long when he happened to notice there was a man standing up on a ridge in a gilly suit.

Now, the thing about Martin's friend Harry is that he's a mountain of a man.

He was a big man, big burly kind of guy, he was the kind of cod They were both sheriff's deputies, and this Harry was the kind of guy that you could send in alone.

And he come out with all the criminals stucked under one arm.

I mean, big scary guy, not afraid of anything.

But Martin's looking at this guy up in the ridge in the gilly suit, and he's thinking, man, this guy would make Harry look like a little bitty guy.

And so he's kind of walking along and he starts hearing whistling, and he's saying, why is that guy whistling at me?

But of course you know, now the guy's gone off the ridge and he keeps walking along.

Pretty soon he stick gets thrown at him.

He's like, this guy's throwing a stick at me.

This is crazy.

And then he realizes that there's like dogs.

He thinks me he's some kind of canine running in the woods alongside.

You're thinking this guy had a pack of hounds and he's throwing things at me and he's whistling.

This guy is crazy, or maybe he's being aggressive because he thinks that I'm in his territory.

Whatever the case may be.

This does not feel good.

So Martin gets out to where he hunts, and he kind of deals with this off and on all day and he thinks that, you know, this is definitely an aggressive hunter who may be out there with his dogs, or worse yet, maybe this is a pack of coyotes unrelated to the hunter and they're hungry.

Well, of course, the day progresses and it's time for Martin to go back to camp, and he kind of hung out a little too long and it's getting a little too dark, and he's getting a little nervous and he's walking back and the whistling starts again, and he's got things being thrown at him, and he can definitely tell that they are canines and they're running alongside him, and he's being paced by canines, which you know they're stalking him.

And as he's going along, he's actually seeing dens and caves in the holes in the longest cliff face and he's thinking, we have picked the worst place to camp.

We're right in the middle of Kyo territory.

We're gonna get eaten our sleep, and so, you know, he's getting a little more panicky.

He doesn't understand where the throw he's coming from.

He gets close to camp, he can see the glow of the fire, and he yells, hey, hey in camp, I'm just ma'am, I'm back, and Harry answers, well, come on in.

So he gets in there and the first thing he notices that Harry is nervous and he's upset and he's shaking, and he's like, Harry, okay, and he says, what was it?

Why would you?

Why would you follow me to my hunting spot and throw things at me all day like that?

And Martin said, I wouldn't do that, and I didn't do that.

He says, well, who would?

And Martin says, well, I don't know, but they did the same thing me.

Well, of course they began to talk about this and compare notes, and sure enough they had both had the same exact experience.

Somebody had followed them through the woods, somebody had thrown things at them, and they had heard what they were sure with canines.

Now they're at camp and it's nighttime and Martin is making camp sew hits something he'd made at home.

All he had to do was warm it up.

And they're sitting around the camp and they're stirring the stew and they're talking about you know what happened, and they're both getting hungry, and Harry's like, you know, I hope that stew warms up really fast.

And as they're talking, Martin happens to look over to a great, big old tree and he sees what he thinks is the cherry on a cigarette burning, and he leans in real close and he says, Harry, there's somebody watching us from behind that tree.

Harry looks over and he sees another cigarette cherry on the other side, and he says, there's someone on the other side of that tree too.

They don't think we can see him, so they're kind of standing there, like, oh, what do we do?

And about that time, Martin looks sober and he sees something walking out of the woods that he has never seen before in his life.

It's about six feet tall.

It's walking up on its toes with its knees all bit up.

It's got the head of a hound with big old ears with hair tuffs standing up on the end.

It's got a short muzzle and it looks like Evil incarnate.

And as he's standing there staring at it and Harry's staring at it, they both feel like they've been hit by something.

They like their whole bodies are vibrating.

They feel this pressure in their heads and they can't move, and they're terrified, and they're just standing there and they don't know what they're going to do because neither one of them can move, and this thing's coming at them and it grins at that.

And as they're standing there watching this smiling, evil looking creature coming closer to them, unable to even move, Martin does the only thing he knows to do.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me down the patch of the path of righteousness.

For his name's sake.

Yay, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou makest a table before me in the presence of my enemies.

Thou annointest my head.

My cup runneth over.

Surely, mercy and blessing shall follow me all the days of my life.

And as he said this, he pulled his gun out and he fired at the ground three feet in front of this thing, and it jerked back, and it took the smile off his face, and it knew he knew everything he needed to know about this thing.

It was smart, it was evil, and it was not gonna let them out of there if it could help it.

But this gun frightened it so bad that it ran up the cliff face.

And that's when Martin turned to Harry, who at this point was now firing rounds from his ten gauge at the tree and the things behind the tree, and then he yelled run, and they both ran to Harry's truck, and they jumped in the truck.

Martin jumped in the bed of the truck and Harry jumped into the cab of the truck, and they start trying to drive out, but they're not going very fast, and Martin realizes that Harry is so frightened he's forgotten to take the emergency break off, so he yells, take off the emergency break, take off the emergency break, and he does.

In the truck jerks forward and they start flowing out of there, and they're way down and you know what these roads look like here.

It was the longest drive out to the trace either man had ever experienced in his life.

And they got out to the trace, and as soon as they did, Martin started pounding on the top of the cab.

I'm going to get in the truck.

I need you need to pull over and let me in the truck.

But Harry was so afraid it took him a mile before he was able to stop.

And Martin got in the truck and Harry said, when we left, I'm going to turn the headlights on.

Did you see what I saw?

And Martin said, yeah, I did.

And that was when Martin realized that man in the gilly suit was not a man in a gilly suit, because when he turned the headlights on, it shined on two big foot that were standing in the field.

Now they Martin was in the truck, Harry was in the truck, and Harry just wanted to go home.

He said, I'm not going back to the cant to get anything.

I'm done.

I went out of here.

I just want to go home.

And Martin said, Harry, we can't do that.

You know, we can't do that.

We need to go to the ranger station.

We need to tell them about these things, because if we don't someone could get killed here, and Harry said, I can't.

I can't tell anybody.

I don't want anybody to know about this, and Martin said, but we have to, it's our responsibility.

Finally Harry said, okay, yeah, yeah, we need to go do that.

So they drove up to the ranger station, but there was nobody there.

It was dark and locked up, and so they Harry said, we can't tell anybody, Let's just go home, and Martin said, no, we can't.

We have to tell somebody.

So they found a place to park where they were up on a ridge and they could see all around them, and they I know that Harry slept for a little bit.

I imagine Martin took out a little bit of sleep.

Maybe not, I don't know.

But finally Harry started stirring around and he wanted some breakfast, and Martin said, well, let's go to the ranger station and let's get this over with and then we'll go get something to eat.

But they happened to notice that there was a lot of traffic on the trace, a lot of official vehicles going up and down the trace, and two of them happened to be radio or television station big trucks, you know, with the antenna on top, and they were all heading to the ranger station.

So of course they pulled in and Martin went over to one of the rangers and he said, I've got to report something.

Like I said some other time.

We're having some issues right now.

We've had a couple of campers that have had bears go in and tear up their camp and we're trying to deal with that.

And Martin said, I don't that's really too bad.

I'm sorry about that, but this is life or death and I need to tell someone.

And so he tells the ranger his story, and the ranger just kind of looks adden like, you know, big eyes and what the heck?

And he says, I'm gonna go get my supervisor, and he's in there forever with the supervisor, and finally the supervisor comes out and he says, is this true what my ranger told me?

And they yeah, yeah, that's true.

And the supervisor says, well, first of all, you ain't allowed to have handguns in this park, and that was not the response Martin and Harry expected.

And he said, secondly, you shoot had animals out of season.

That's a felony.

You guys are going to jail, And that really wasn't the response they were expecting.

And they pulled out their credentials and showed them that they were sheriff's deputies.

And he went back inside and he was in there forever and he come back out and he says, well, I've talked to your sheriff, and he said, I'm going to give you back your guns, and I'm going to give your credentials and I'm going to point your vehicle south and I never want to see you here again.

Well, of course, they go over to get in the truck, but just as Martin was about to get in, he hears a friendly voice say hey, baba.

Then he turns around and it's a friend of his who happens to be a deputy up here, probably Drag County, I don't know, but he comes over and he says, boy, what a crazy day this is, isn't it?

And Martin's like, yeah, what's going on?

He says, oh, didn't you hear there was a bow hunter who was dragged out of his tent and mulled last night.

And just about the time that this deputy said that a flatbed truck goes by and it's got an old Nissan pickup truck on it, and Martin was pretty sure he knew who the driver was, and he knew who the bow hunter was, and he was probably the last person to speak to that man alive.

Well, Martin and Harry did as they were told.

They headed back down to They're from Robertson County.

I know that because Martin just lived down the road from me and they And on Monday morning, as expected, Martin gets called on the radio that he needs to report to the sheriff.

He wants to talk to him, and he goes in, thinking, you know, I don't know.

I'm gonna tell him.

I don't know what this other guy told him.

But he goes in and he sits down, and the sheriff says, look, I told that ranger that there are two people on my team that I know wouldn't make up a story and they wouldn't shoot at anything without knowing what it was, and that's you and Harry.

And then he said, so when he told me he was gonna press charges for you two to have handguns and that you're shooting at something they shouldn't been shooting at he said, I told him that my debut, he's had the right to carry a handgun anywhere in Tennessee.

And he said, we'll fight that in court.

And that was when he decided he was just ben brush it under the table.

Stay tuned for more.

But the bigfoot refoard, We'll be right back.

And then Martin's sheriff told him a story about having seen a big foot over in Jamestown, Tennessee, when he was hunting years ago.

Now this story goes a little bit farther.

Unfortunately, Harry never came back to work after he had dropped Martin off.

He went home and he had a stroke.

And I don't know how much longer he lived after that, but I know for a lot of years their friendship was pretty much over because of this incident.

I do know that they were able to talk again before the Harry died.

But I also know that Harry has passed and that this entire incident affected him in ways that a lot of people have no life idea how emotionally stressful something like this is when it happens, and it probably did cause a stroke.

Now I know that Martin Groves is not well.

One of the main reasons why I'm telling his story tonight is because I think it's important that we all remember his story and we share his story.

And I actually have a copy of one of his books.

I think he's got free out now.

It's over here on my bag.

I meant to bring it over to the chair with me, and I just now realized that I forgot.

But I would highly recommend if you can to get a copy of his book.

There are pictures in it.

Anybody here that wants to see him, I can show you the book.

There are pictures of and illustrations of what they said they saw and of different areas here in the park that they were at, and I think it's important that we keep his story alive.

Now.

Of course, the LBL isn't the only place in this area that has scary stories or to scary events.

I think this whole part of the country just has something on it.

I'm not sure what, but since we're so close to it, and it's a story that so many people enjoy having me tell, I wanted to share with you tonight those of you who've never heard it.

I doubt it because everybody's heard it, but I wanted to share to you with you tonight my story of the were Wolf of Werewolf Springs.

Now, there's a park that's almost straight south of here, I think it's a little southeast.

It's called Montgomery Bell State Park.

And Montgomery Bell is actually a very beautiful, well manacured, lovely park, great place to go visit.

They have a civic center there where you can rent it for weddings and events and things like that.

In fact, every October, I believe they had a cryptid event there and then they have I think there's three lakes, there's a golf course.

It's just the trails are very well maintained.

It's an easy walk area.

It's absolutely gorgeous.

But it wasn't always a park.

Sometime after the Civil War, there was a farmer and he was headed home from Dixon towards his farm just east of or just west of Nashville, i think somewhere in the Leaf or Sport area, but I'm not sure.

And in his wagon with him was his servant, and they were riding along.

It was already dark, it was going to be a long night of travel, and they had just serve open wagon and the one horse, and they're riding along and They're on a road that I think is is seventy now I can't remember.

I have to look at the map, numbers and names and anyway, and as they're going along a normal slow pace, they happened to realize that there's somebody following them in the woods alongside them.

Well, of course, their immediate thought was spandits.

They were going to be robbed, So of course they picked the piece a little bit because if this person was in the woods, they obviously weren't on horseback and they weren't going to be able to keep up with them.

But this person did, and so they got going a little bit faster, and this person still met up with them, and they got down round to what would be the southern point of Montgomery Bell Park now, which at the time was the Hall family farm.

And by now they're going at full board, and they're terrified because there is no old person on earth who could be running fast enough to be keeping up with him, with the woods that the thing's running through are too dense for him to be on a horseback or anything like that, and so they're thinking all kinds of crazy things, and they get to this point, and they, in their panic, did the one thing that they probably should not have done.

Each one jumped off the wagon in the opposite direction.

The farmer rolled under some bushes and he kind of curled up under the underbrush, and his servant went off on the other side, and whatever was following them, that servant was attacked by it, and the farmer laid there and he had to listen as the servant cried, it's not oh, help me, help me, No, it's got me.

No, it's ripping me apart, and he had to listen.

Well, his servant was being torn to shreds.

Bones are crunching, skin is tearing.

This guy's screaming in agony and fear.

And this poor farmer, although not nearly as poor as the servant, is having to listen to all of thisterrified to move, too terrified to do anything other than just stay there and listen.

And so, I mean, he's shaking and he's trembling, and finally, with one last sickening crunch, everything goes silent.

But even still the farmer's afraid to move, So he lays there until the sun comes up, and as soon as it's daylight, he jumps up and he runs back down to Dixon all the way down the road as fast as he can, and he gets there and he runs into town and he tells the story, you got to come and you got to help me find my servant.

He was attackeded and I don't know what to do.

And so the people gather up a posse of people down the road they go.

They search those woods left and right of that road, and they never found the servant.

They never found is so much as a piece of cloth.

He was just gone.

Well, of course, word got around about this story and people started that, you know, it was everything that happened.

If a cow died in the pasture, it must have been this thing that attacked the farmer.

And so finally they decided to gather up a group of moon and they were going to go out and they were going to hunt this thing down.

And so there was this group and they all had their guns and their lanterns, and they knew that this thing kind of hung out around the Hall family farm and the whole spring which later became known as Warwoll's Spring.

It's right there and there's a little clearing there, so that's where they gathered.

They brought a goat with them they staked the goat out, and they all got around the clearing with their guns.

They extinguished their lanterns and they're weighted, and they sat there quietly waiting, and the moon was full, but it was a cloudy night, so the clouds would come over the moon and everything would go black, and they could hear the goat bleeding, and then the moon would come back out and they could see the goat, and the goat would become pulling at the rope and it was nervous, and it was still bleeding.

And then the moon would be covered by the clouds and it would go black, and the goat would get even more nervous and more upset.

And this continued on until finally the clouds passed away from the moon, and they're standing in the clearing holding the goat in its hands, with this monster like they had never seen before, covered in hair and angry and with a snouted nose, and it just looked like it was going to eat that goat in one bite, and it was biting into a tearing apart.

And all of those men had raised their rifles and they fired, They unloaded all of their rifles right into this monster, and as the last shot was fired, the clouds came over the moon again, and when the clouds cleared away, the monster was gone, the goat was gone, and three of the men were gone, never to be again.

Now there was a big game hunter that got worried about this story.

Over the years, of course, things progress and stories got bigger, and he decided that he was the one man on earth who could hunt this thing down and he could find out and he could kill, and he could find out what it was.

And so he went to the town and he said, look, I'm going to come here and I am going to kill this thing for you.

So there was a little cabin there by the clearing, and he set up his camp in that cabin, and for the first three or four days, he'd go out and he would trap look for tracks and signs of this thing.

And then in the evening he would sit in the front window of his cabin and he would watch the spring, helping that eventually it would come to the spring.

And sure enough, on about the third or fourth day he was sitting there watching in this thing walks out of the woods like nothing he'd seen before.

And he's got a great, big old rifle.

I mean, this is the kind of rifle that'll take down an elephant, you know, because that's the kind of game that this guy's used to to hunting.

And when it approached the spring, he fired at it, and he knew he hit it.

He heard the thud of the bullet hit this thing, but not so much as a drop of blood.

In fact, all it did was make this thing turnial, rare and anger because it was so mad that this guy had fired at it.

And it comes charging towards the cabin and this hunter's terrified, so he climbs up into the rafter, the only place he knows to go, because there's only one door.

He can't get out.

So he goes up into the rafter and this thing tears down the door and it goes in and it's like standing at the under the raptors, and it's reaching up and it's trying so hard to get to this guy, and it can't reach him, not quite, just almost.

And the guy he kind of turned his rifle and when he gets just right, he'd shoot at the thing and it would hit, but it wouldn't kill it.

It wouldn't penetrate this thing's hide.

And these are big bullets and he's like, I don't get it.

I don't know why this thing isn't dying.

And throughout the night this is how it played out.

He was up in the rafter.

Every now and then he'd get a shot, and the meantime, this thing was always jumping and just barely missing him.

Finally, he got down to the last two bullets and he decided he had two bullets left.

He was going to take one more shot at the monster, and if that didn't kill him, he was going to still use the last bullet on himself.

So just as he was about to take aim on this thing, the sun came up.

This thing looked out the window, looked up at him, turned and ran.

He stayed up in that rafter till about mid morning, afraid to come down, but finally he did.

He loaded up all his stuff.

He went straight to town and he told them I finally found something that I can't hunt.

Good luck to you.

You'll never see me again, and he left.

Now, over the years, there have been many many stories to this day.

People will come out of that park telling you something followed me as I walked along those well manicured trails.

They'll come out of that park telling you, I heard something howling, and I don't know what it was.

It's different from anything else I've ever heard.

They'll come out of that park telling you they had an awful feeling of something.

There is one story of a little girl who was sent out to that spring to draw water, and she never came home.

When her mom finally went out looking for all she found was the bucket laying on the ground next to the spring.

One thing that is interesting is that on at the farthest lake there is a bluff and there are caves along that bluff, and they've gone up there and they've searched those caves to see if there's anything up there.

Now.

Before Montgomery Bell became a part a lot of times the farmers would drag larger livestock up to those caves and leave them there so that they could rot without creating too much of a smell or growing too many animals to the farm.

And so of course they found a lot of horse bones and cattle bones and things like that.

So what they couldn't explain were all the human bones that they also found in those caves.

And that's the story of Montgomery Bell's of Werewolf Springs.

Wayne, how much time have I got?

How much have I been toln to talking about twenty minutes?

I've only been talking for twenty minutes.

Oh does anybody has anybody else had any experiences in were Wolf or not where Wilf Springs but here in the LBL that or does anybody want to know anything.

About the LBL that I could help you out with?

No, what were you talking about when when you were on the other night you mentioned something about like empty tents or vanishing chances?

Oh?

Yeah, back in I believe it was either December of twenty twenty one or January twenty twenty two.

A lot of people, anybody from the area probably remembers this.

There was a tornado what cross for states.

It went from Arkansas, the Bootpill of Missouri, far western Tennessee, and all across west southern western Kentucky, and it took out quite as that.

I think Mayfield, Kentucky experienced quite a bit of damage and a lot of the people, I mean, some of these towns were just flattened and a lot of the people who lost their houses didn't have insurance, and so what happened was because they had no insurance.

I remember watching the news and I felt so sorry.

There was one lady who said, I've got a dollar sixty in my bank account and I have no place to sleep tonight.

That was the kind of story that was going on a lot in this area.

And what happened was a lot of these people were taking camping equipment and they were coming here to the LBL, and they were camping out in the woods because they had no place else to go.

And I believe it was the group from Helden Holler that first identified this, but I've seen it on several channels since, so I don't want to be absolute about them being the first, because I they're just happened to be the person I saw.

What they've discovered is when people come here and they're outsquatching or whatever in the woods around here, is they keep coming across tent camp sites where the tents are completely torn up.

Some of them look like somebody just grabbed the back of the tent and gripped it wide open.

Still lots of clothes.

What's most terrifying, as a lot of times it's children's clothing.

There's coolers with food left in them, there's empty popcns, the entire site maybe look like it's all torn to pieces, but it doesn't look like anybody left with anything, and there are no bodies.

And so I think, and I think a lot of other people think that when these people came here after the tornadoes to camp because they had no place else to go, they became food for the gryptids in the area.

So I think that's kind of an interesting story.

I really thought I had talked for longer than forty minutes.

I am sorry, I'm.

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