1998 Louisiana Hunt Turns Chilling When Something Else Walks Down the Road

A recent episode of The Cryptid Podcast dropped a story that hits right in the sweet spot for anyone who spends time in the deep woods. Host Dano brings on a guest named Anthony, who shares a firsthand encounter from 1998 that took place in the timber country of Caddo Parish, Louisiana, somewhere between Vivian and Hosston. If you have even a passing interest in Sasquatch encounters that happen to ordinary folks who know the land like the back of their hand, this one is worth your time. Anthony was about twelve years old at the time and had been hunting the same patch of private oil lease property with his best friend for years. The setup is one that resonates with a lot of witness reports. They had permission to walk in only, no vehicles, and the landowner locked the gates at 5 p.m. every evening. Because of that, the boys usually didn't even start their hunt until after the property was officially closed up, knowing full well nobody else would be out there. It was their own little sanctuary of mixed pine and oak, thick underbrush, pump units, and storage tanks. The kind of place where the sounds of the woods are the only company you keep. On this particular evening, probably November or December, Anthony's uncle Will tagged along. Will was actually a year and a half younger than Anthony, still a freshman in high school, and was hunting out of an older ladder stand with a Remington 270 pump. Anthony was in a climber with a modified Mouser 30-06 bolt action, and his best friend was off to the right with a Savage 30-06. The stands were only a few hundred yards apart because the woods were so thick you could not see much further than that. The plan was simple. Meet back at the oil tank battery twenty or thirty minutes before dark, then walk out together. No flashlights, no cell phones, just three kids who knew every square foot of that lease. Anthony's buddy bailed out early, bored and ready to head to the house, so the two of them stood out by the tank battery waiting on Will. And waiting. And waiting. That is when things got strange. Anthony started hollering for his uncle. Will was only about 250 yards into the timber, almost directly behind the tanks, and Anthony knew his voice carried that far. They had hollered at each other across farms their whole lives. He called out again and again, maybe eight or nine times, growing more irritated than worried with each passing minute. No response. Then, as Anthony describes it, something came walking down the oil lease road toward them on two legs. It had the cadence of a person. The crunch of footsteps grew louder and louder. Anthony glanced down expecting to see his uncle. It was not his uncle. The discussion cuts right there, which is exactly the kind of moment that makes you hit play on the video yourself. The Cryptid Podcast has the full story, and Anthony walks through the rest of what happened that evening in the kind of calm, matter of fact way that sticks with you. Louisiana has a long, quiet history of Sasquatch type reports, particularly in the western parishes where the terrain transitions into the thick bottomland and pine hills that stretch toward Texas and Arkansas. Caddo Parish sits right in that corridor, and stories like this one tend to surface from people who grew up hunting, fishing, and gigging frogs on land their families worked for generations. The oil lease setting is also familiar to researchers. Remote, gated, and largely unmonitored after hours, those properties have produced more than a few credible accounts over the years. If you have not checked out The Cryptid Podcast before, this episode is a solid entry point. Dano keeps the conversation relaxed and lets Anthony tell the story at his own pace, which is honestly the best way to hear these things. The details about the property, the timing, the gear, and the way the evening unfolded all add up to a report that feels grounded and real. Pop over to YouTube, search up The Cryptid Podcast, and give it a listen. Then come back and tell me what you think was walking down that lease road.