All right, all right. Welcome to the Dixie Crypto Podcast video, YouTube channel. Appreciate you clicking on the video. How about a Labor Day Podcast?

Y'all want some of that? Y'all want some of that? Hold on to your weaves. I got four stories. Going to be awesome. All right. Here we go.

We're all loving this weather. It's been like 85 to 88 degrees here the last three days. I have my door open. It's four o'clock in the afternoon. My doors open, dogs and chickens are walking in and out. Man, life doesn't get any better than this. Let's get into this first email.

The writer's name is Lynn. Here's what he says. My name is Lynn. I live in Coleman, Alabama. In 1989, my grandparents bought a 67 acre farm. I was four when they moved in and nine when Papa sold it. The farm had two new chicken houses with runs, two old houses that were used for feed and hay storage.

There was a pond right behind the house from my grandparents house to the chicken houses was a quarter mile or more connected by a little dirt and gravel road. On one side of the road where the chicken houses and on the other side in about 40 yards away was a creek bed.

My granny had cancer. She was doing chemotherapy off and on until she passed when I was seven. Several times before she passed, she said she saw Bigfoot out behind the pond or in the pond. She was a religious woman so I know she just wouldn't lie. I can't guarantee the chemotherapy didn't play a part in it though.

Once I was awakened in the middle of the night and told to get in the truck, we drove down to the chicken houses. Some of my grandfather's friends were already down there. They were all carrying guns and the headlights of their cars were pointed down between the chicken houses.

I wasn't allowed to get out of the truck but I asked what was down there and I was told it was a fox. I'm smart enough to know it doesn't take that many people to kill a fox.

I walked that dirt road from the main house to the chicken houses and back a good bit myself. Once I thought I saw something move between the middle of the old chicken houses, I was coming from the house down to the new chicken houses and I saw it through spots where the curtains were ripped or gone on the old chicken house windows.

At first I thought it was one of our cows. By the time I got close enough to get a look, nothing was there. I also think I had seen movement inside the old houses before. Because of that I would never look at them as I walked by. Plus I would often hear walking noises from the woods beyond the creek bed and I felt like I was being watched.

There came a point when I always felt like I was being watched no matter where I went around that place. I had a 224 wheeler that I went everywhere on except the woods.

Paul Paul told me to stay out of the woods. There were trails, some Paul Paul made with a tractor and some that were already there and they all ran through the woods.

In typical fashion for a young boy I did what I wasn't supposed to do until I get caught. One time when I was in the woods on a trail I'd never been on before I found what I think was a cave entrance.

Before I could explore it I got the areas feeling and I got gone. It was getting close to dark and I was kind of lost.

I ended up getting on a trail that led me to our neighbor's house four miles away by way of paved road which I took all the way back home.

There used to be this tree right behind the house that I would play in all the time. It was 30 feet away from the pond behind the house.

One day I ran outside and jumped in the tree and started climbing up to my usual high spot.

Many times I've seen our cattle in the pond splashing and twirling their tails but as I turned around to take my perch hop in the tree I saw something move and splash that I could not recognize.

It was all black and it swung its arms in the water like you might if you were trying to splash someone in a pool.

I don't remember hearing any kind of special sounds other than water splashing. It was just a movement that got my attention.

I jumped down and I ran inside. I don't remember seeing any cattle around the pond that day either.

It was like they were using our pond to bathe in and it was splashing at me trying to say hey I'm bathing here boy go inside.

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