Here's what happened to me:
When: 1985
Where: Oologah Lake - Oologah Ok.
I had taken my girlfriend (now my Mrs.) to the shore of Oologah lake to "party" a while.
We had driven my pickup down an abandoned dead end (yes, another dead end), Corps of Engineers road that followed the lake shore, and then I took another smaller and very rocky road that led directly down to the lake.
This was MY spot as I had grown up in this area riding dirt bikes and hiking.
My lake road destination was unused, very remote, and I would be able to hear anyone approaching in a vehicle.
It was dark out and I don't remember any moon.
The lake shore was covered with willowy trees and hardly any underbrush.
Directly next to this spot was a large mossy pond which didn't hardly hold much water.
Most of the water would run off into the lake.
The pond was covered in cattails and was very sloggy and muddy and was perhaps 1' to 18'' deep at most.
This is a pond I would describe as "snakey" and wouldn't be able to walk in without getting stuck due to the mud.
Well, anyway, I lit a small romantic fire and we throw down a pallet and eventually start to "make love".
After awhile my girlfriend goes, "Did you hear that?", and I'm like, "No.", and so I listen.
And I hear heavy footsteps coming at us from across the pond.
SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH. - each about 2 seconds apart.
My blood ran cold.
I knew what kind of pond that was and something was walking right thru it without having to work at walking.
Now let me just add - if someone were trying to sneak up on us to "watch" - all they would have to have done was walk around the pond bank - as there was little ground cover.
But no, this thing knew we were there and it was coming straight at us thru this swampy pond.
Crap!
I had a noisy Colt replica .22 pistol that I kept loaded with long hollow points and I grabbed it and yelled something like, "Hey!".
The footsteps stopped a few seconds and then SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH.
I yelled something like, "I've got a gun you mother #%&#**!@, you better get outta here!"
And closer came - SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH.
And then I fired my pistol in the air...
The footsteps stopped and then SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH.
By that time I was really, REALLY afraid and I fired directly at the sound.
The footsteps stopped and they started back up, coming even closer, now probably within 15 or 20 yards.
I yelled to my woman - "Let's get outta here!", and we left everything and ran for the truck.
I jumped in and got the pickup started and threw it in reverse and beat our way back up that rocky trail expecting all the while a bigfoot to hurl itself onto my truck.
I got on the main road and hooked it on out of there - never to return.
Now, again, let me say, this pond was mucky and snakey and nobody in their right mind was going in there even with waders on because you would be stuck.
And there was no REASON for anyone to BE there.
And this was no bear.
It was walking on two legs in a heavy determined manner.
This was either some strong lunatic who didn't mind getting shot at - or a bigfoot. That's all I can figure.
I might add - I don't know what direction the wind was coming from but I don't recall smelling the foul odor.
We, on the other hand, were in the middle of "making woopie" and my partner was still a little on her "time of the month".
I have often thought that this may have drawn it in.
I did not make this up and whenever my wife and I tell anyone about this we both get the heebie jeebies big time.
This lake also runs up to Nowata, Ok. where there were sightings then.
I didn't see what it was and I'm glad.
Believe It or Leave It.