My experience, reposted from Facebook. The place I believe we were is marked with the small round grey pointer. At that time it was near virgin wilderness.
Decided to post this on my timeline as it's real and vivid. Was it the Fouke Monster or a Panther? I don't know as I never saw whatever made a scream in the woods that night that frightened me, my friends, and fearless hunting dogs to our bones. But this is how I described it to Pamula Pierce Barcelou. I met her father before he made the movie when, for reasons I can't recall, he'd visit KTFS radio on Stateline when I worked there about 1970.
I include an image I am certain is within a square mile where the incident I describe occurred. At that time, it was heavily wooded and has since been used as toilet paper. I suspect the beastie, if still around, has moved on. The little grey marker on the lower right of center is what I believe to be the old logging road we were at in 1966.
"Just watched your entire interview with Jeffery Gonzalez. Filled me in on so much I didn't know. I found it fascinating that both of you were speaking of all the stir about the early 70's sightings. Me and my grade school friends were all fully, and largely accurately, aware of the Fouke Monster in the 50s. In about 1966 high school friends and I went hunting in the Artex Hills off what is now Miller County 18 and then a logging road that went into the back woods. To keep this short as I am sure you've heard many such stories, we parked and had all gotten out our vehicles. We had not let the dogs out but where basically getting our shotguns in readiness. "Hunting" then meant anything you could eat, or might eat you. Wolves, rabbits, deer, whatever. We had no fear and were all seasoned woodsmen. We had four massive trained hunting dogs that would have attacked a bear without a thought. They were in an old Chevy with the backseat removed. As we were milling around we heard a scream I cannot describe that felt like it was no more than 20 feet away in the woods that instilled a fear like I never had even confronted with VC in the Vietnam war. Without a word we all began discharging our shotguns in the same general directions. They were all loaded with buckshot or slugs and one simply heard at least 20 or so sequential explosions and the crash of small timber they cut off. It went silent and someone said "Turn loose the dogs, fer chrissake." We opened the back doors and heard nothing but a whimper. Someone shined a flashlight in on them and they were cowering on top of each. The immediate consensus was "Let's get the hell out of here..." which is precisely what we did.
In later times, I decided as a rather scientific type that it was likely a very rare, but potentially possible, panther. Now, I must say I am not so sure."
What did we encounter? I still don't know...but decide for yourselves and consider seeing "The Legend of Boggy Creek" in June. Certainly at least a great story of our region by two legends of our region, Pierce and the beast himself. Both well worth remembering.