Sighting report received in email:
“Two friends and I were fishing in South Texas on the bank of the Neches River about three in the evening. We had been there about four hours when my friend said something about hearing something in the woods behind us. We all had been hearing it but were not concerned and did not think it was important.
“Anyway, my friend Tim turned around and almost had a heart attack. He just kind of whimpered because he was too scared to talk. It is funny now but was rather serious then. Anyway, we all turned around to see a very large animal standing just outside of the treeline looking at us as if he wanted something. Well needless to say we did not stick around to see what it wanted. We all backed into the water about ten or fifteen feet and then walked down the river until we were at least fifty feet downriver from it.
“The thing we saw was a good six and a half to seven feet tall with hair all over it. It did not appear mean and I think if it was I would not be telling you about it. Anyway, we left. Only thing was we left all our gear so we went back the next day to get our stuff and found the darndest thing. All our stuff was there except the stink bait. The can was there but the bait had been scooped out and I guess eaten. I don’t know if it had eaten it or what but I think that is what it was there for in the first place. It smelled our bait and thought maybe it could get an easy meal.
“When I think back on it now I can’t help but think that if we had not left when we saw it then it would probably just have left. It did not seem mean or aggravated at all. We were just scared anyhow. That is my story. I swear its true. My name is Thomas Vick. I won’t tell the names of my friends but can tell you they, like me, will never forget that day. But you know I feel very fortunate to be able to say that I have seen what I’ve seen and I think that it is realy cool. By the way, we were fishing on the bank of the Neches River near Beaumont, Texas.”
More photos and map: Big Thicket National Preserve, Texas
My sister and I sneek away one night and went to the casino our parents ask us to don’t drive on I 10 late like that by ourselves but we wanted a girls night out, so we were returning home about 2:00 a.m. she lived right off of pine street off of I ten in Beaumont as we pass the water plant and were driving by the grave yard there by the big white two story house looked like a dog or a big wolf on all four crossing the street ,but as it step on the street it stood up like a man turned and look at us she slammed on the brakes and we both started screaming I yelled don’t stop run over it she just held the steering wheel screaming I put my foot on hers and that thing ran on two legs like a man into the grave yard it was about seven feet tall and very hairy I don’t ever want to see that again I won’t go to the river park on pine street late anymore.
I think everyone has been smoking or sniffing a little much.Been up and down that river night time day time in the woods and on the bank and their are alot more that did the same if it was or is their it would be on some ones wall by now no such thing
I was deer hunting just outside of Scape & Valley , off of Hwy 87 just before Fox Hunters Hill, on a deer lease around my step dad and mothers place. I usually head in before dark because my eyes get bad after dark, but this night I thought I heard something walking around in the brush so I waited until I couldn’t see so I got on my 3-wheeler and headed back to the camp. While riding down the logging trail, I came to a ditch where I had to slow down to cross it, I heard something like a growl, that made the hair on the back of my neck stand and I had shivers all over my body, needless to say I gave the little 3-wheeler all the gas I could and raced out of there, never looking back. That was over 40 years ago and It seems like last night. I always wandered what it could have been.
Scrapping Valley is the place where you are talking about. I know it well. I now live in Alabama but I know exactly where Fox Hunter Hill is on Hwy 87. I live in Burkeville for years and have even went back in an attempt to call up a squatch, with no luck so far, but I am convinced that they are there in East Texas and Scrapping Valley is the perfect place for them to be.
Good to hear of this encounter.
J R