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- The shadow that you seen was bipedal,
and it almost looked like a... like a giant canine.
It didn't have any...you know, human features to it.
Seven, eight feet tall, very broad-shouldered,
and it had this...
canine-looking head.
- I remember
it was a dog-like creature.
To this day, I can distinctly remember hearing the footsteps.
Bipedal footsteps on the gravel, and it was shuffling.
- This thing emerges from the corn,
and it was about six feet tall,
it had the head of a dog,
high-pointed ears,
it's shoulders were... were rolled, and it's arms were long,
and I remember it just, turned its head
like this and looked at me.
- I've faced predators.
Most of your big game predators
that you have in the States.
These things don't act like that.
You look in these things' eyes,
these things look like they're trying to figure you out.
They look like they're looking through you,
trying to figure out what your next move is.
So they can get around it.
I've been around predators my whole life,
and I've never seen anything in my life like that.
So the history of werewolf
and Dogman sightings is... is ancient.
We have to look at the Greek myths first,
uh, to come up with the word "lycanthropy".
- And from that time on,
we have now had part of our vernacular
the word "lycanthrope".
And the Greeks were very aware
that werewolves existed.
So when we look at the word "werewolf" as well,
or you know the word "were"
W-E-R, comes from the Middle Ages.
And it simply means, "man".
So you have a man-wolf.
We see also, even in the Viking culture,
you know, a few thousand years later, 2000 years later,
whenever they would dress in the furs
of particular animals of which they wanted to emulate.
The name "Berserker" comes from those that wore bear hides.
But also there were the Vikings that wore the furs of a wolf,
and they were called the "drinkers of blood".
Because they believed that they were able to assume
that animal's form, that animal's ferocity in battle.
Sightings historically,
I think are often amalgamated with Bigfoot sightings, unfortunately.
Because, we didn't really have
the differential type of comparison and contrast with the Dogman.
I think and just up until recently,
people were seeing what they call "Dogman", or, "werewolf."
More, because now we have that as part of our language.
But I think a lot of times when people were talking
about being confronted by a Bigfoot,
or encountering a Bigfoot that was acting aggressively.
A lot of those reports that I'm looking at,
I am now thinking, are more in the realm
of the Dogman, werewolf, sightings than a typical Bigfoot sighting.
It's always seemed like Dogman is a bit aggressive in nature,
because you hear so many stories of people that see it,
and it chases them out of an area,
or it bites them.
There are multiple sightings up from here in the region where...
- people just see it running across the trail
or it doesn't chase them, you...you know, they'll just see it.
It's like every encounter you hear
that they're described just a little bit different.
People say it looked like the werewolf from the movie Silver Bullet.
Or you'll hear somebody say,
"Well, uh, the legs and the arms
looked like a canine, but it...
stood up on two legs
it kind of had a coyote head, but it was much larger."
So, it's a...
it's a little strange in that way,
you hear a lot of different types.
They all seem to differ, in some little manner.
- So anywhere in the Midwest,
I mean, it just makes perfect sense.
And there's...there's a lot of cover.
I mean, there's still...
uh, in the Midwest and Central America.
There's... North America,
- there's a lot of...
wide open spaces and a lot of woods.
And a lot of places where a single person jogging down a road,
looks like a tasty, tasty meal.
If that's...
If that's what their intent is,
or if their intent is...
"Just stay away from where we're guarding.
We don't want you, you know, we don't want you messing...
with what... what we're protecting."
Bucyrus, as I understand,
was founded in 1821.
Uh, it was given the name "Bucyrus", by Colonel James Kilbourne.
I don't know what his interest was in Bucyrus,
but, we're forever cursed with a name, that nobody could pronounce.
Yeah, it's been around a long time.
Grew up here? Yep.
North of town, out in the country.
It's a quiet... existence growing up, because,
because, I mean,
Bucyrus is a small town.
But I grew up...
very rural... like nine miles outside of town.
So, you know, we visited our grandparents in town,
and it was a nice Middle America small town.
Leave It To Beaver could have been filmed...
you know, on one of the streets.
Uh...
Just a nice place to grow up.
- People, you know, the...the people here,
are pretty... down-to-earth people.
You know, we have, uh,
essentially a makeup of people who was born here,
and a lot of people that migrated from Kentucky.
As a kid,
you know, my grandparents would tell us
stories about a creature that
that they refer to as the Bobo.
Bobo...The other thing I can figure, Bobo
was some sort of...
some sort of, you know, bipedal... you know, hominid.
And then they also told us a story about a creature
by the name of Raw Head and Bloody Bones.
Which, I had no idea what that was,
but I presumed it was some version of the Boogeyman.
And so years later, when you have the Internet,
I've... I've actually looked it up,
and, uh, my grandmother on my mother's side
came from the Tennessee area.
Uh, in North Carolina,
in that mountainous area there.
And it turns out that Raw Head and Bloody Bones
date all the way back to 15th Century England.
And you know,
immigrants came over, and the stories came over
and over the years, "Be careful going to the woods.
"The Bobo'll getcha.
Raw Head and Bloody Bones will get you."
You know, things like that.
My parents were no-nonsense.
Uh, my dad would have never...
even entertained the idea of a ghost
or some sort of monster running around.
- It was a different time
uh, growing up in the '70s.
Uh, people, especially in rural America,
the... that was nonsense to them.
So ...
I mean, there's no other way to put it.
And my... probably my dad's solution would have been,
"Hey, if there's a dog, a Dogman or Bigfoot out there, we'll just shoot it."
You know werewolves were...
...Lon Chaney Jr. On TV8.
- And that's my reference to werewolves.
Was, you know, the werewolf, Lon Chaney Jr.
With the...torn plaid shirt,
and the flat face,
and running around, grabbing women and running off with them.
My encounter happened way back in 1972,
between Yellow Springs and Clifton.
- It started out as a... most likely a Friday night,
because I was allowed to be out on Friday nights.
I was about 17 at the time.
Out with the boyfriend,
and another couple, we had two different...
we had two cars, two sets of us,
and... well, you know how kids are.
We were out going to "park".
- We, uh, go down the road, and the bridge is totally out,
there's just the barricade.
So, we...
turn around and make sure that both of the vehicles are facing out.
So if the cops come along,
you know, "We were just leaving anyway.
-"No big deal."
Really, really dark.
It was probably...
it was cloudy, I don't know.
There were no leaves on the trees.
But it wasn't real cold,
so it was a perfect night to be standing out and laughing.
I was leaning on...
the car with my boyfriend.
Nice muscle car, back then.
So I'm leaning...
We're talking with the other couple
who's leaning on...
their car, I don't know how long we'd been there,
maybe 15-20 minutes?
There was gravel on the berm of the road.
And now remember, this is...
just one way in and one way out,
because the bridge is out.
Well, there's gravel on the berm.
There's a brush row next to a creek,
and I see
eye shine, meaning an animal,
up in the trees, or so I'd thought.
I mentioned out,
"I wonder if that's a possum, or a raccoon, or what's up there?"
And then...
something walked out.
And it wasn't a possum,
it wasn't a raccoon. It was a...
a creature.
I have no idea
at the time what it was, nor did anyone else.
To this day, I can distinctly remember hearing the...
rustling of the gravel that's on the berm.
- And... there's this dark creature.
It wasn't huge.
Maybe five foot, five and a half foot...
six to eight feet away from me.
When it was in the, uh, weeds,
it had its mouth closed,
its eyes were amber,
almond, sort of almond-shape.
The ears were very, very close to the head.
- Pointed straight up, but they weren't real long ears,
but they were pointed straight up.
- My belief... it was August of 1985.
Um, at that time, there was a friend of the family,
who, when I was a high school athlete,
and he had asked me if I'd wanted
to get into a fitness program,
a running program, to be in shape.
I said, "Sure."
So the plan was that I was going to go out and run five miles
in the evening.
I lived on State Route 4, North 4381.
At that time, really the only place for me to run
was this little side road, just south
of my house called Temple Road.
If my memory serves me correctly,
I was going to try to get running at, like, eight o'clock.
And then I procrastinated, and this happened and that happened.
And by the time I was actually ready to go run,
it was dark.
You know, I was a country boy.
You know, I...I was never afraid of the dark.
So going out and running down a country road at night,
didn't bother me at all.
I left my house, it was probably little after nine,
and it just... it had just gotten dark.
But it was a very clear night.
I mean, it was really clear,
visibility was good.
I start down Temple Road,
and at that time, on the right hand side,
which would be the north side of the road,
there was corn, on the left side,
which should be the south side of Temple Road,
it was all beans.
And it stayed like that all the way for one mile.
So...
I made it down the State Route 19,
and I was on my way back,
and as I approached Flickinger Road on the way back,
which meant that I had one mile to go,
I got this weird feeling.
It's this kind of feeling that
you know, something's wrong,
and you know, there's... something's watching you.
And...
I felt like it was coming from those woods, so I stopped.
I don't know why I stopped, but I stopped,
and I looked into the woods...
and I didn't see anything.
I...I didn't hear anything, I didn't see anything.
As I was about to start running again,
in the cornfield, I see the corn start moving.
-Whatever it was...
...it was really big because a lot of corn was moving.
I mean, a lot of corn is moving,
and then all of a sudden, it stopped.
And I thought, "Wow, that's strange."
And so I said, "Well, I'mma get out of here."
So I take off running,
and when I took off running
whatever was in the corn...
takes off running, too.
And that's what startled me, really,
because that's not how deer behave.
Deer gets, you know,
deer gets scared or they get startled,
or they get surprised, and they just take off running.
But this thing started running with me.
And when I say it started running with me,
it was pacing me.
- It...and it kind of freaked me out,
so I stopped.
And when I stopped...
it stopped.
To this day, I think it would've had to been, at least
three rows in.
And so I remember stopping thinking,
'How does it know that I stopped?'
So I stood there, and as I stood there, staring at the corn,
I mean, not a single stalk moved.
I mean, it was perfectly, just still.
Like this thing that was in the corn,
like it was just perfectly still.
And I don't know how long I stood there,
but it spooked me.
And... not knowing what it was,
I said, "That's it, I'm taking off."
So...
and when I took off,
it takes off simultaneously.
and...
it's pacing me, and I start running faster,
and it starts running faster.
I realize... this thing's stalking me.
Whatever...whatever is in the corn.
I realize when I get to Route 4,
I'm going to have to turn left to go home.
And I'm just...assuming this thing stays in the corn.
- Assuming it did.
When I get to Route 4 and I turn left to go home,
I'm gonna run right into it, I'm going to intersect with it.
And...
One of my best friends who lived just down the road from me,
he was to the right.
So...my thought is "Okay."
"I'm not going to turn left and go home, because I don't want this...
I don't want to intersect with this thing,
so I am going to cut right."
So, I made up my mind.
I was just going to stay on the road.
And when I get to Route 4, I'm going to cut right,
I'm gonna run to his house.
So I realized that as I'm going to get there,
there...I'm gonna run out of corn.
So whatever is in this corn
is going to come out before I actually get to Route 4.
So, I told myself, "Don't look."
And the reason why I said, in my mind,
"Don't look." Because...
I had no idea what it was.
And part of me thought,
"If I looked, I might freeze up."
I'm coming to the end of the corn,
and...
I looked, I couldn't help myself.
I...I...I could not help myself.
As I'm running, I kind of turned my body like this,
to just kind of, like...
side shuffle,
and that's when I saw it.
This thing emerges from the corn,
and it was about six feet tall,
because that's how tall the corn was.
And, it...
had the head of a dog,
high pointed ears.
- And it's shoulders were rolled like this,
like it had, like, terrible pos...like a person with terrible posture.
It's shoulder rolled and its arms were long,
and, I remember, it just turned its head
like this and looked at me.
I saw its head, I saw the ears.
Could I tell you what color its fur was? No.
It could have been real dark gray, it could have been black.
It could have been dark brown.
I can't tell you what color the fur was for sure.
The interesting thing is, when I saw it,
I didn't immediately think werewolf.
I just didn't, because...
as we talked about, my frame of reference
for what a werewolf was, was something I had seen on TV8.
It was a man with a flat face, and it wore torn, tattered clothes.
It did not look like what I saw.
And the only frame of reference that I had,
was it looked just like the Egyptian God, Anubis.
That's the best way I can describe it.
There was an almost a crackling feeling.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up.
Almost like a static, static electricity, maybe.
- And, I suppose that's a sixth sense, saying, "It's time to leave."
I don't know whose voice it was, and I hear "Let's go, now."
I run around and the creature,
it didn't move like a human.
- Maybe, it moved like a dog that's walking on its hind legs.
It almost moved kangaroo-like.
Like the legs were bent the wrong way.
That's sort of freakier than about anything,
is to see something that
your mind does not want to grasp.
And it's on two legs.
- It kind of does a hop, skipping motion, not very many feet.
It followed me, which was no big deal and it was so close.
It did its hop skipping motion and I could see it out of my periphery.
And it followed me as I ran around.
I managed to get into my, uh, passenger side.
And, as he pulls off, because there was so much gravel,
the gravel was spinning some,
and it was running alongside of the car,
looking at me, straight, you know, straight in the eye.
It's really hard to explain unless you've ever had
something that maybe can't be explained.
You know, that's happened to you.
I simply focused on the eyes and its movement,
because its movement was so unusual to me.
I really can't say how many feet it followed,
hopping along, beside the car.
But, I sort of felt in danger.
I wasn't terrified because
nothing was going into my head the way it should.
I guess it's what happens when you encounter something
that you have no parameters for what it is.
And when I saw it, I did kind of pause.
I didn't freeze, but I did kind of pause, and I looked at it.
- Like I said, there's weeds, wildflowers
and other stuff that runs right up to the corn.
So all I could see was from, like, thigh down,
so I don't know what his feet look like.
I don't know what its knees look like or anything like that.
But, I saw its torso.
It... But, when it turned and looked at me,
it just looked like it had this massive chest.
So I take off across Route 4.
So, I'm, I'm gunning it as fast as I can.
This thing has dropped to all fours and is chasing me.
As I'm getting closer to my buddy's house,
I knew that they had an in-ground pool.
And they had a fence around, a chain link fence.
But as I'm getting closer, I look and I see the gates shut.
I was like, "Oh."
And I know if this thing is following me,
my only options is, I'm just going to have to jump the fence.
- So I jump and I throw my feet up like in the air,
like the old Fosbury flop high jump.
And I put my hand on the top of the fence and it was scalloped.
I remember this.
It had those, y'know, the scallops.
And I pushed it down and when I did, and then it popped back up,
it just slashed me right across my side.
I land in like a stumbling motion, and I just dive headfirst into the pool.
- And I'm blowing out my breath and I am going down
and I can feel it, I can still feel it, sliding out the pool. It was ten feet deep.
I'm sliding down.
I blow all the air out and I get to the bottom.
And I somehow pinch my nose and I look up and I am fully expecting to see this thing,
with the rolled shoulders and the dog head,
and the big chest sitting on the side of the pool.
But it seemed like a long time, I was on the bottom pool and I'm looking up,
and I'm looking up
and I don't see anything.
So I'm like, "Oh, my God."
I climb up out of the pool and I run.
And I rip that door open as hard as I can.
And my buddy was sitting there, he screams and I scream.
And I slammed the door.
And I remember screaming,
"Turn the lights out, turn the lights out."
And he has no idea what's going on.
So we turn the lights out and I'm just looking out the windows.
I'm looking out the windows, thinking, "Is this thing out there?"
- The next night, I played cards with guys
on the basketball team,
and I told them the story.
But I did not tell them what I saw.
I vividly remember, um, the next night.
We were at a friend's house.
So we're all in the garage, outside, playing cards.
It was a... It was a bunch of us guys, that went to high school together.
And he's telling the story about outrunning,
and having something pacing him in the cornfield.
We... We were all teammates, and what teammates do is we give each other a bunch of crap.
He probably already got enough crap from us as it was,
so he didn't want to get any more.
And... And you don't want to be called crazy, y'know, but he did tell us the story.
I remember the story and he's asking, like,
"What do you guys think this was?"
And, nobody had an answer.
- When I did the research, I found out that on Flickinger Road
to just down on Flickinger Road,
is at least two Indian burial grounds.
So, that made me start thinking in a, in a totally different way
than what I always thought.
For years I had thought, this is a flesh and blood creature.
That it's wolf-like or dog-like,
and no one seems to catch them because they are really fast.
They're really smart, they're really stealthy.
Now my mindset has switched to, um, "I think these are supernatural creatures."
That's my opinion.
I revisited where this happened about a year and a half ago.
I hadn't been...
I hadn't been back in those many, many years.
- I found out there's Indian mounds there.
Adena Indians, which are very, were very common in this part of Ohio.
I've read, where your Dogman, for some reason,
are found or seen frequently
where there's Indian mounds,
so I don't know.
Y'know, I just, I don't know what to say to that.
- If you believe the aspect of a Dogman, werewolf creature
being more supernatural than natural,
you can't hardly go any, anywhere here and not have a Native American settlement.
It just lends itself to that angle of these creatures
being y'know, the guardians of the Native American burial mounds,
or grounds.
My name is Adam Davis, and I've...
After personal experiences, initially with Dogman,
I've been a researcher since about, officially since, about 2005.
The... My initial, actual sighting was in 2005, back in October 19th.
After we had initially started hearing about
different howling reports of everything out around
uh, the Germantown and Liberty, Ohio area.
My girlfriend and I decided to go out to Anthony Road and...
And to see if we could find any tracks.
And as we crossed the bridge,
I was doing my usual thing,
looking down at the sandbars.
Y'know, to see if there was anything there.
I didn't see any tracks.
Because sometimes we would see tracks in the sand bars.
And we got across the bridge and it kind of takes a little turn.
And down, down a little downhill.
And, I tell her to stop because I see something black,
over on the right hand side of the road.
I was... You know...
I was on the passenger side, so it was on my side.
And, I was... Because I was looking in the mud
and silt and everything, to see if there was any tracks.
I get out and I go over to it and I look at it.
And I realize it's an article of clothing.
It was a pair of pants, of women's brand of pants, in a petite size.
And I pick them up and I'm looking at them.
And there's silt on the back of the pants from where they had lain...
lain against the dampness of the ground, and they were slightly damp from the rain.
And then I took them and turned them around, and I realized that it was...
I realized
that the front of the pants...
were just like, totally shredded.
And matted with blood.
And it was not dried blood or anything.
It was just congealing.
I look across the road,
and I see red fabric.
So, I mean, at this point in time, it was kind of...
And I really was starting to put together what I'm seeing.
And, y'know, as I'm looking at it, I walk across the road
and I find a sweater and a... and a T shirt
that are still partially inside of each other.
I looked... and I looked at it and there was blood there on the sweater.
But the T-shirt was worse.
It was shredded and matted with blood,
and I called the police.
I got ahold of dispatch and told them what we found.
And, this is what really kills me.
They laughed it off.
They said, "Oh, it's probably just someone's trash that, that they left out there."
It's nothing. Don't worry about it.
So, I told my girlfriend, "We're going to go to the house."
"We're going to get a bag and come back for this."
Because we didn't have anything to put it in.
It was maybe ten minutes from there to the house and back.
We got back, those clothes were gone.
They had taken a vehicle and driven over the places
where those clothes were laying, where there was an imprint in the mud,
or any trace of blood because they were, the...
the sweater and the T-shirt were laying in...
on the edge of the road in the, in the tall grass.
In 2015, I wind up meeting up with this guy from Hamilton.
He was telling us how he had been, y' know, looking at anomalous, reports,
and everything, where he was getting descriptions of oversize, heeded prints.
He said he was basically going from house to house,
through the Germantown dam area, y'know, where there were...
Where there's houses along the edge of the park.
And, he came to this one family
that said that in 2000... April 2006,
their daughter went out one morning, to go out jogging
like she usually would do, and she never came back.
She went out jogging along Anthony Road, and up around the backside of the dam.
I just dropped to my knees when I heard this.
I mean, it was confirmation, but it was like the worst kind of confirmation.
There was no question in my mind that if it was something that he...
It was a Dogman that did that.
Because, first of all, what would have happened?
What would have happened to the body otherwise?
The body was gone. The clothes were shredded.
There's no bear out there. There's no cougars out there.
There's no natural predators that would do that.
And there is, from what I've heard of other reports,
there are the reports of the where they will, y'know,
essentially shred off the clothes off of a human in an attack.
The LBLO case is one of them.
If... from the Land Between the Lakes back in '82.
That... They said that the victims were pretty much disrobed
of their clothes, they were just shredded off.
And I've heard of other reports.
Where there were attacks or at least alleged attacks.
- Ah, there is a great deal of fear
inherent within these particular encounters.
It is as if a very intelligent animal
is evaluating you.
I've heard reports of people seeing them,
just watching them from the trees and making no other kind of movement.
Um, I also have taken reports from people that have claimed that they've heard them
coming up onto the porch and trying the doorknob.
Or, y'know, even more uncanny, trying to call them outside.
These are the things that that raise the hackles
on the neck and goose bumps and everything else.
But, we are definitely dealing with not just an animal,
we're dealing with something here
that has a particular intelligence to it.
- Ah, but from all the encounters that I've... that I've taken notes on
and the eyewitnesses I have investigated, and spoken with,
um, it's never a pleasant encounter.
You don't come out of this feeling enlivened in any way.
Encounters with dogmen,
encounters with these werewolf type beings,
is something that, um, is the stuff of nightmares.
Again, people have asked me,
"What happens whenever you encounter these things?"
Well, we really don't know, do we?
I mean, a lot of people go missing and are never heard from again.
So, it might have been an encounter with one of these creatures.
Land Between the Lakes
is the largest inland peninsula in America.
And it wasn't always like that.
It used to be a much smaller trickle of water coming through a couple of rivers.
It used to be called, Between the Rivers.
And for whatever reason, they flooded the areas
and made Lake Barkley and Lake Kentucky.
And that caused the creation of Land Between the Lakes.
You got that large inland peninsula, in America.
There are over 200 cemeteries in Land Between the Lakes, y'know.
It's got, really a dark history because you know a lot of people's homes,
when they were getting the area ready, they ran them out of their homes.
The government threatened them in one way or another.
There is a lot of dark history with this land, and I believe
there's even a lot of cemeteries that are under water now.
You can still go across the land and find people's old homesteads,
where you can see the evidence where they...
they took over the area by I reckon, eminent domain.
Since the 1700s, before they flooded everything,
French explorers were coming through the regions,
and they would report that there were Rougarous in the region.
Basically a French werewolf.
Y'know, they were very superstitious about that kind of thing back then.
So, they probably thought there are werewolves in this area.
Of all the Native American history here,
I don't know of all the tribes that were here.
But there is a legend of the Shawnee tribes,
that there was a Shawnee medicine man, in the region,
who was a skin walker and they blamed him for some of the werewolf incidents.
- Some, something of that nature.
What is so interesting about this particular area,
is, this was the area of for the Woodland Indians.
There was a wolf cult part of that culture at one time, maybe as early as 1300.
There's instances of mounds being uncovered,
where the entombed person was made to appear as if
it were an amalgamation of man and wolf.
One particular tomb had the body wrapped in furs
and the jaw was actually dislocated and some of the teeth were removed,
in order to place a wolf snout over it.
What was going on in this area is really kind of strange,
whenever you talk about this,
this assuming of man and wolf at the same time.
- Because these mounds in which this culture was a part of,
is very near to Defiance, Ohio,
very near to Elkhorn, Wisconsin,
and also very close to the area of Land Between the Lakes as well.
- It's always seemed like
Dogman is a bit aggressive in nature,
because you hear so many stories of people that see it and it chases them out of an area.
Uh, but, there are multiple sightings, up from here in the region where people
just see it run across the trail or it doesn't chase them, y'know, they'll just see it.
It seems to be there's
a physical creature of some kind, uh, y'know.
We find footprints in the region.
A gentleman's seen a mother Dogman and pups run across the roads.
So, there seems to be some kind of biological animal, in the region.
- Everything that we can find, y'know.
You have families that are physically attacked.
And, people that come up missing, people supposedly eating upon.
It's alive, it's aggressive. It needs to eat.
We had just moved. I was married at the time.
And my now ex-wife,
we had moved into this little trailer, out in the country.
We were freshly married,
engaged, getting ready to get married at the time.
We got married, right as we moved in.
And so it was our first.
Our first place together.
Moved in, it was peaceful and affordable
and we were young and poor and didn't have a lot of money then.
So it, it was in our budget.
And we had never...
never had any inkling going in there?
There was none of that feeling when we were looking at the place.
So I mean there, there was a lot of history through that area,
but there was, no, there was... There was slavery there, there was Union occupation.
Ah, you know, there was, there was deaths in the area, and it was very old.
And it, it was Native American land at one point in time, too.
And we were, we were settled in and...
I'm guessing within, like a month, things started to get different.
You had... During the day, it was very peaceful and serene,
very rural, country setting.
At night, from the time the sun went down, from dusk until about 4 a.m.,
there was just this different vibe.
And we would, ah...
feel this different.
You would just walk outside and it would just initiate
this extreme, instant fight or flight response.
Ah... mostly flight. There was no fight
and you just didn't want to be out there.
Then, we would go into this... start hearing noises and scratches outside the house.
You would see from the old cemetery in homestead,
which was next to where we lived.
Ah, we started seeing red glowing eyes, and they would be seven to eight feet in the air.
And... the shadow that you've seen was bipedal,
and it almost looked like a... like a giant canine.
It didn't have any, you know, human features to it.
And seven to eight feet tall, very broad shouldered.
And it had this, had this... canine-looking head to it.
It didn't... you know, it just did look like a giant dog.
And... the very first time that I... that I heard, heard anything, um...
We had gone, gone grocery shopping on Friday night,
gone out to eat, come home, put everything away, went to bed.
And when we were lying in bed, and this,
this raking of claws was going on, right outside
outside of the house in the bedroom.
I just, I refused to go out. We just rode it out, let it go, and...
We went out the next morning, and the... from the area, you could hear the noise
from what's probably, you know, seven to eight feet up off the ground.
And, and there were no claw marks or anything,
but we heard definitely raking of claws, the whole night long.
And then shortly after that, ah, we were, we were in the kitchen
and, and noticed the glowing eyes in the woods.
And then we stepped out on the front to look and...
And you could just see it sitting there watching and just observing us.
And it would just do that every once in a while.
The, the most...
The most common thing that it did all the time was this.
This energy that it put off, it just inundated your senses with instant fight or flight.
And, and you could tell, the sun went down to about 4 a.m.
You just dealt with that. And if you went outside the house,
it, it just overwhelmed you.
It was very, it was the most intense thing I've ever experienced in my life.
It would be, it didn't do this every night. It would be gone for a few days,
and then it would come back.
And I don't know if we were just on part of its route,
and that whole area was its territory.
Ah, but every time... we saw the eyes, it was always in the old homestead
at the old family cemetery. It is where it always was.
My now ex-wife, then she would see things. And I traveled for work, which I mostly do.
And she had things happen while I was at... I was at work.
And it was to the point where she was like, "We have to move.
I can't do this anymore."
So that's when we decided to go.
It was extremely peaceful.
Other than that, we didn't have anything.
And that was the only issues we had the whole time we were there.
But I mean, we lived there six months and it made us leave.
It was very odd.
It was almost like it had this ability to where it was...
kind of real and then kind of spiritual.
Like it, it had some, some physical attributes to it.
But, the rest of it seemed very, very supernatural and, and paranormal.
I was 18 when I had my first encounter.
I was in the Bell City swamp.
I couldn't... I used to hunt a lot.
Every given night available, I was out in the woods.
And I had heard about something in the woods.
Eighteen. Stupid. I wasn't scared much.
Took my dogs out.
We're having a good night. We killed five coons I think that night.
We trailed a bobcat. Just got off it.
We went deeper, about one in the morning.
I should have known. We didn't hear deer.
We didn't see deer, we didn't hear crickets.
That's all signs of big predators in the area. I should have known.
I had two dogs come back out of three.
And when I say two come back, they howled past me and didn't slow down.
And these are trained coon dogs, trained to stop.
I was worried because the one that was missing was worth about $1500,
and she was my prize dog.
So I went in looking.
A smell hit me.
I've been around dead animals. I've been around carcasses. I know what they smell like.
It smelled like rotting meat and a wet dog.
The growl that coming out of this animal...
hit me in my bones.
Just you won't forget it if you could trust me.
I had light touched my hat.
When I flung it around, I hit something in the eyes
that was standing seven and a half feet off the ground at the eyes.
Black fur... Head like a wolf.
Plenty of hairs on top.
I didn't know what I was looking at.
Here I am on the double-barrel 20 gauge.
I'm outgunned, I know it.
I eased away...
backwards, trying to get away from it...
and... it stepped off.
like it didn't want to be in the light.
I tried to keep my eye on it.
And it was gone.
I've never seen anything move that quick. I mean, it was there. It's gone.
I took off for the truck.
And when I got back, the truck was facing the woods.
My dogs went back.
They beat me to the truck.
When I turned the headlights on to turn the truck around, it was standing in the edge.
Like it had followed me up until I left.
I've been around enough animals to know if it's got claws
and it's got teeth shaped like that. It, it don't eat plants.
It's got big canine teeth, and it's got big, sharp claws.
It did not go around munching on blackberries.
My blue tip coon hound found a bloody car.
And it was cut in three places, and it was a solid leather strap.
Two years ago...
the last encounter I had,
and the one that literally made me sell my dogs and quit coon hunting.
Dad called me.
Wants me to train a couple pups.
The problem, I've done it all my life.
Okay. Run them over.
You run it out. Run them tonight.
We started out.
I had old black and tan and an old red bone.
And Dad had his two little pups.
Dad didn't wanna go that night.
That's fine. I'll take him.
It started out great, I mean Bella hit.
My black and tan, she had a trail on me.
We're off, we're both trying to look for the ball.
That little bit of red bone that he had on a section of horse jaw,
I'm guessing around 6-8 inches.
Had teeth in it.
I felt that was kind of funny. No feelings.
I thought it was... so I followed him. I come look...
on...
I think it was a whole skeleton.
The bones were some chewed up and mutilated.
I could make out a skull, the pelvis, some ribs, and the fingers.
And the skull was in about 33, 34 pieces.
That put me on alert.
But, predators tear up bones.
No big deal. Coyote's chew them, squirrels chew them, calcium.
Pups wouldn't listen. I wanted to go back.
I was not tired for the night, anyways. They didn't quit.
My big dog was still on a trail.
She wouldn't cut off, so I had to go in at him.
Even farther and farther I went, the more bones I found.
And, I come upon the pups and they were just laying on the ground.
Flat. Just...
Wouldn't move... The dog was between me and something in front of me.
Growling. Bristled up.
Snarling, acting like I've never seen her act.
The growl that I heard that night...
It was like you could feel it.
It was, it came from its gut.
I was 15 yards from it.
It was massive.
I was close enough when he could,
when he'd sniff, you could see his nose wrinkle up.
That's way too close.
Way too close.
I've always been told, like most kids in Southern areas,
"Be careful, there's Panthers in the woods and..."
I mean, this is Western Kentucky. We don't have bear,
but every now and then, because they wander up out of Tennessee, but...
I've faced predators,
most of your big game predators that you have in the States.
These things don't act like that. You look in these thing's eyes.
These things look like they're trying to figure you out.
They look like they're looking through you, trying to figure out what your next move is
so they can get around it.
I've been around predators my whole life,
and I've never seen anything in my life like that.
I've never seen anything look like it had enough consciousness
to know what you might do.
I think that scares me as much as seeing them.
This one wasn't scared.
This one wasn't curious.
This one did not want me there.
You would come up closer.
When I cooned, I carried a double-barrel 410 and a double-barrel 20 gauge.
Double-barreled 410. Double-hammered old gun.
And a .357 pistol.
The fact that my coon dog never moved
didn't even faze this animal.
She might as well been to a piss and come along now.
It walked...
In a semi-circle around me like a predatory move would.
At this point, I pretty much know.
It came over, done.
He got three quarter of the way around me...
in the loudest, deepest howl I've ever heard that come from deeper in the swamp.
His ears perked up.
And it was like I wasn't even there at that point.
He held back.
He acknowledged me by roaring at me so loud, I ain't even gonna lie.
I pissed my pants that night. It scared me so bad.
So I just threw the shotgun up.
Well, at least I might get blood.
When I threw the barrels up, he cleared the bushes behind him that were probably
six, seven foot... and was gone.
Foot towards the hell.
I come home that night. I sold 17 dogs the next morning.
I sold all my gear except my coon hunting light.
And the only time I go out now in the dark, if I'm hunting
is if I'm around ponds and hunting frogs.
I do not go near that swamp at night.
I'll go during the day.
I will not go at night.
The reason I wanted to stay anonymous is I've had people tell me I'm crazy.
I've had people tell me...
I'm drinking too much, doing drugs.
Lyin'.
No.
They're real.
Science might not have found them. But...
don't mean nothing.
They stay hidden for a reason.
My name is Martin Groves.
I had an incident in the 1990s spring turkey season,
that kind of connected me to the area.
I'm a retired police officer of 32 years.
I've been with a local, rural sheriff's department
of which I have now since retired.
Uh, but I was with the department for many years,
and a uniformed patrol officer. Coming from a... a... a police background,
ah, it's going to ruffle a lot of... a lot of feathers.
The only reason why I've even come forward at this point is one, I have retired,
and I don't really care what people think of me or what will be said.
I feel like there is something within that park...
animal or beast,
that is a danger to the public.
I was told that this would be very detrimental to any tourism
and to anything that any public reports coming out
that there was any kind of animals eating people.
Or attacking people within the park.
And there has been a long time,
standing, unwritten rule
that they control the reports that come outside the parks because of this.
In the '70s, there was a group of kids
that disappeared up there, then Land Between the Lakes.
They heard a bunch of screaming and...
when the other group came up to them,
they disappeared, never to be seen again.
1979. That was over around Willow Bay, the members bay area.
There was a gentleman. He worked in Kentucky Fish and Game.
He said that he witnessed a Dogman jump on a couple that was camping there
along the shoreline,
held them down with its hands and biting plugs out of them,
and they were able to confirm his employment through the state and what not.
Ah, you got the famed 1982 attack of the family that was slaughtered very terrible.
There's multiple variations of the story, but largely they have retained the same way.
So that story boiled down to its most basic form,
is a family of four, came down to the Land Between the Lakes.
They were either in a travel trailer or an RV.
And they came down to do some camping up at the northern end
of Land Between the Lakes, while they were, I guess,
getting set up and everything ready.
A Dogman came up and literally slaughtered the family.
Just dispatched them in a grisly manner.
People came back through, cops, ah...
The government in some form, hikers and they found the family dead.
They found three bodies, but they couldn't find the little girl.
Anyway, there was a little girl along with them.
And they eventually found her either up in the top of a tree
or somewhere about 100 feet away from the RV.
There is a little bit of contention on that.
It has become a famous story of the region, now almost teetering on urban legend.
And you can even find evidence that it happened because
the spot where it allegedly took place,
you can find where the light poles are cut even to the ground.
You can find the old RV slips.
You can find the old foundations for the bathhouses.
Something seemed to have taken place there.
You can find the old, the boundary stakes.
It really looks like something happened.
And then...
some government crew or the park came in,
tore it all up and let nature retake itself.
You can tell that, for once some reason they wanted to do away with this area.
And that, that's the most famous story from up there.
The next famous would probably be, there was a bow hunter up there
whose body was found dead and I haven't found them yet.
But supposedly there are documents showing he was found in the park.
He was dead. It was all factual.
When they found his body in a soybean field over
around where we camp a lot, Dark Hollow.
His body was fed upon.
I'm going to be very respectful because of the family
that, uh, suffered a loss.
A hunter was killed...
and was mauled to death.
But the official report says it was a unknown animal.
Unknown species.
The reports...
that I have read, and what I have been told
is that the animal was either a cougar or a bear,
that had ripped the man out of his tent.
And had consumed him and pulled his body
three to four hundred yards away from the tent.
It is my belief that I actually had met this man the day before
while I was out and was scouting.
And I do not know if it was or not.
I do know that the man that I met was in the same immediate area,
and I observed his pickup truck.
And there's just too many indications to me that I believe
that the man that I met
is the same man that was pulled out of his tent and eaten.
One of the common things when you're researching Dogman is, it is strange.
Toward the northern end of the parks
where they are at, you'll find Dogman activity.
But to the southern end, you find Bigfoot activity.
Dogmen in the North, Bigfoot in the South.
So it does seem in some ways, there is a, a territorial aspect to it.
I don't know. It could be hungry, aggressive predator, could be territory.
Ah, there's a lot of factors that could be at play.
In the spring of, I believe it was 1993-94,
a hunting partner and myself...
A friend that I actually worked at the sheriff's office with,
had decided to take a trip
into Land Between the Lakes for turkey hunting.
The first night we came in,
we had absolutely no problems whatsoever.
The next day, we both got up and decided to take
a small excursion, searching for birds,
and we went our separate ways.
We had a very nice game trail to follow,
and I followed for miles and throughout the entire day.
At this point in the late afternoon,
I had a...
feeling that I was being followed inside the woods.
Behind me I could hear movement,
and I could feel a presence
that I did not know if it was animal or if it was man.
Being an avid hunter, I was very observant.
Two to 300 yards behind me,
on the trail behind me,
I could see movement in the woods.
I continued through the woods for some time,
and followed the game trail, edging my way back to my camp.
When I did actually catch movement in the woods
and I could see
that there was two, or possibly three animals
that was tailing me, but when I would stop,
the movement would stop in the woods.
I continued on,
and as I've become closer to my camp,
I could hear a distinct knock in the woods,
and it would be a large boom,
like someone had taken an axe or something up against a tree.
So, at that point, I believed it was my hunting partner
and I was getting closer to camp.
As I got closer to camp,
is when I first observed what I believe to be
a man in a ghillie suit.
So I just wrote it off,
you know, I'm a, I'm on a hot trail.
I just need to get back to camp.
Somebody is watching me to the west of me,
and somebody's coming in on a game trail behind me
that's an animal.
Something was just tagging me.
I finally did make it back to camp.
The closer I began getting to my camp, I heard whistles.
I could hear a whistle
that was human-like, that was a shrill whistle.
I attributed a lot of these things
to, 'this is my hunting partner back in camp.'
'He's knocking something.'
'He's whistling, trying to get me to come in,
'so, I came in to camp.'
And immediately when I come in to camp,
my friend that I have known for many years,
I could tell was very shook.
There was something not right with my hunting partner,
and I said, look, I'm sorry I've been gone.
He said, "It's not that. I was a little bit worried about you,
"but there is something around the camp".
That's when he broke down and told me,
he said, "I've been hearing whistles
and there is something hitting a tree,
or there is maybe rocks being clampered against the ground.
He did not know either.
We settled in, we talked around the campfire.
It got dark at this point.
When it gets dark at Land Between the Lakes,
it is dark.
There's no car lights, there's no street lights.
It is as if you were in the 1700 or 1800s.
We felt like we were being pressured
to get out of the camp,
and this is when the activity began.
All that was illuminated, was our campfire,
and our kerosene lamp.
So we had a period of...
a distance of 15 to 20 feet at maximum
around the camp that would be illuminated,
and then we would see shadows.
And I noticed what I believed to be a man behind a tree.
It looked as if a person was standing behind the tree,
very large tree.
At that point, we were locked in.
We were not going to be made to move by anything or anybody.
This was our camp.
We're staying and we're gonna hunt here.
A small limb or tree, piece of a tree
come flying off the top of the cliff
that was raised above us.
The rock came,
and when the rock comes so close to in between us,
we were standing within five to ten foot of each other,
we started getting scared.
At one point, Harry told me that...
maybe we should get our firearms,
and, so he set his shotgun closer to him.
My shotgun was laying on the ground,
but I had a sidearm on me.
So, I kind of felt confident.
You have to imagine the darkness and how dark that it was,
and how limited vision was for us.
We began to get a growl
from where the person or persons were standing.
The growl was so intense, that it vibrated in my chest,
and within my partner's chest.
It was like a vibration.
It was not like a growl I had ever heard in my life from...
I've been around bears,
I've been around pigs, charging boars.
I've been around all different kinds of animals.
This was a growl like I had never heard.
All my life, I've been trained not to be afraid.
I've been trained to attack anything that comes into vision
if you perceive it to be a danger,
I could not do anything. It just is...
It was as if I was this child and I was five years old,
and I was scared of a monster in the dark,
and I noticed that my partner was totally frozen.
He was not moving.
He was breathing fast.
At one point I've seen his shoulders slump,
and he was not feeling well.
All time had frozen.
Everything had just... like it had become stilled,
and it It was just a low, intense feeling that I had.
Out of the left side of my peripheral vision,
I saw movement.
At this point I made a physical move,
and once I took a step,
I felt like I could... I just gained, like, my freedom,
and I pulled my firearm.
I turned my shoulders to face the object
that I caught in my peripheral vision.
I faced... I looked forward,
and I could see what I knew was not a man.
I knew that it was not an animal I had ever seen,
and it was coming towards me.
In the glow of the campfire
and the glow of my kerosene lamp,
I caught what I felt was an upright walking...
It was not bear. It was like a wolf.
It was large, it was huge. It was still walking towards me.
I've discharged my weapon in its direction two times.
You have to imagine
when you fire a gun at nighttime,
that you have an effect
of almost like a camera going off,
and that camera instills something in your brain,
so, I have this image.
instilled in my head of when the flash went out.
And the animal...
It was like it responded to the firearm.
It was intelligent.
It knew that that...
firearm was dangerous to it, because it reacted,
it moved and it went backwards before I fired.
It is as if it could jump and leap
beyond any human understanding.
It jumped to the rock face
that was beside of it,
and in an instant was... it was gone.
It disappeared and went over the ridge above us.
When I fired my weapon,
my hunting partner behind me discharged his firearm,
in the opposite direction of me.
I am screaming at this point.
I'm screaming, I don't even know what I'm saying,
but it's time to back up to the truck
where we were parked, and I began to cover above me.
I covered to the left of me, and he's walking,
and we're walking behind us.
As we get to the truck,
I jump up into the back-end of the pickup truck.
He gets in, cranks the vehicle. I am standing in the back
of the pickup truck, the lights, flow towards a field
that was in front of us.
Directly in front of me...
were two huge figures, creatures.
I believe that what was stalking me in the woods,
I believe that whatever I fired at to the left of my camp,
was what people refer to as a Dogman.
But I know what was in the headlights of that truck,
was not the same creature,
because it towered at least another two or three foot taller
than the animals that I had seen in my camp.
These were two very large creatures,
and I realized that one of them
was the exact thing that I had seen in the distance,
that I believed to be a man in a ghillie suit,
and it was not a man in a ghillie suit.
It was not a bear.
It was on two legs, bipedal.
That's what I believe was whistling the entire time
that I had heard in the woods.
That's what my partner had heard whistling,
were the two figures that I observed in the field
in front of me.
Were they working
with the other animals?
I just say the words.
Were they working with the Dogman?
Were they guiding the Dogman,
or were there... Were the two large creatures
there to protect me?
I do not know.
My partner fires up the pickup truck,
and we speed out of the area.
As I turn around behind me, something was tearing my...
our camp completely to pieces.
There are Bigfoot stories from the region.
There's supposedly a large, aggressive Bigfoot
in Land Between the Lakes.
It just goes wherever it wants. They've nicknamed it Stonefoot.
And, we even have found
Bigfoot tracks up towards the north,
close to around the site where the family was attacked.
So, they are in the park.
- We stopped and we attempted to report
what took place with us,
and we were told that we had overreacted,
that we had observed what they said was a rogue bear.
There are things that I will not say on camera.
People that I've spoken with over the years.
You have to understand
that the law enforcement field is a tight brethren.
There is a unwritten rule that you will not talk
of anything coming out of the park.
I mean, these guys have pensions,
these guys have family.
Can you imagine working for somewhere for 20 or 30 years
and you are called into the office
and you are told that, due to the fact
you spoke in public about an incident
that took place, that you're fired?
I believe it's entirely possible that they cover stuff like that.
They'd lose a lot of money if people learned
that there was something that looked like a werewolf
wandering through the park, or possibly even Bigfoot.
They'd lose a lot of money.
So, if one person disappears, or a few people,
wouldn't it be for them,
wouldn't it be the most profitable decision
to just cover it up and make it look
like something never happened?
At this point, there are many people
that have went missing, or have come up,
they've been found dead within the park.
And this is a phenomenon that it is not contained
to Land Between the Lakes.
This has taken place in a lot of our national parks.
It is a very scary thought that the general public
is tourism.
To a certain extent, the general public is unarmed
when they enter these parks,
unable to defend themselves against anything, man or beast.
From all the encounters
that I have talked to people with,
it's just not simply encountering
an animal out there.
There are earth lights
often attached to these sightings.
There are feelings of dread associated with this.
In my opinion, what we were dealing with here
is not a human simply shape-shifting into an animal,
or some sort of uncatalogued creature
that is roaming the wilds of America
that has yet to be categorized by science.
I think there is something here
that is far beyond our knowledge.
It appears as if these creatures are coming from another source,
and they bleed into our world,
or we bleed into their world, or what have you.
There almost has to be an unspoken agreement
between the person that is witnessing these creatures,
and the creatures themselves.
It seems there is some sort of exchange of energy going on,
and for these things to manifest themselves,
they would need your energy
to feed off, to make almost a circuit
in which everything is fired up,
and then these things can then appear
and manifest within our reality.
It bothered me for years.
I'm not saying that I had post-traumatic stress.
I'm not saying that,
but I know that every time
I walked out of my house at night,
I was always had this fear
of what's lurking behind the house.
What could be under the car?
What could be behind that bush,
because in the back of my mind, it's always there.
It could be there.
And the other thing that really kind of stuck out to me,
was, as I sat back and I reflected,
was, if that thing's real, what the hell else is real?
- I didn't let it control my life,
and as a matter of fact,
I kind of swept it into the...
into the back recesses of my mind,
and now and again it would come up.
I get the pin pricks in the back of my neck,
and I think I'm just...
Too much imagination.
I hid this from myself.
I would... I rarely told anyone,
because you tell someone, and yeah,
they're condescending at best,
just laugh, or think you're joking, and...
Now, at this age, I don't care
whether you believe me or not, it doesn't matter.
It happened.
- The only thing I could literally tell people
I saw was a werewolf,
which probably didn't help the fact
that people thought I was crazy.
And like I've told her,
every time I talk about it to anybody,
the nightmares come back.
I 've woke up screaming in the night.
My wife shook me.
It scares me to my core to know that these things
are still out there, moving and walking around.
These things are built to hurt something.
Trust me, you don't want to see one.
- I have nightmares. I'm plagued with dreams.
At one point, I spoke with a professional
that said that I had... I had seen something,
that had traumatized my memory.
I couldn't accept what I had saw.
That trauma of whatever that had occurred that night,
and the incident that I had seen,
that... It will haunt me.
It will be in my dreams.
They told me to attempt to work it out.
I will not hunt
in the deep woods any longer.
I have been to different states,
I have hunted in Montana, I have hunted in Wyoming.
I have fished where I've had grizzly bears
within 20 to 30 yards of me when I'm fly fishing.
They don't scare me.
That scares me.
What I saw that night,
was such an intense feeling, an evil...
A feeling of evil that cannot be described.