| More stories in Montura |
This goes along with the dog story. Another of Tommy's family, an aunt and uncle moved to our area from
Alabama late 80's early 90's . They had dreams of starting a kennel raising all manner of dogs. They had a
house full of small dogs and their yard was covered in pens to accommodate their larger ones. They
rented a home on an acre and a quarter of land that was completely surrounded by 6 foot chain link
fence. There was a bull dog left on the property and they took her in. She was the only dog let run loose.
One evening after chow time for their crew they locked up and traveled to Clewiston about 20 miles away
to stock up on food for themselves and their dogs. They returned home about 11 PM. And though the
gate was still closed and locked they could see there was trouble on the inside. Their Rottweiller was out
of his pen and the bull dog was laying close to their front door she didn't come to meet them. They saw
their chickens strewed across the yard all dead,tore to pieces. Entering they found the bull dog cut up
bad. Their Rottweiller was cut too and checking to see how he got loose they found the gate to his pen
tore lose. He had blood everywhere. They called my husband and we went to see what happened. As
soon as I looked at the poor bull dog I knew what had gotten a hold of her was also what had gotten our
dogs,she was ripped open all the way down her rib cage. (It took her along time to heal.) They think the
Rottweiller got lose trying to get at what had attacked her and the chickens. The chickens roamed free in
the yard and the dogs never messed with them,any way they roosted in a pine tree in the yard so the
dogs couldn't get at them anyway. Dogs in packs will kill for sport but wild animals kill to eat. What had
cleared that high fence and tried to destroy everything in there was never known.
Another occurrence was right before my daughter got married she and I were still going to church in
town some twenty miles away but my son and husband had changed over to the local church in Flaghole
even so we got home before they did. We went up on the porch and I was hunting my door key which I
couldn't find when we heard the most awfullest scream. It sounded as if it was just out of reach in the
dark,it was that close or so it seemed. We ran down the steps and locked ourselves in the car. After a bit
my husband Tommy and son Isaac came home. Seeing us in the car my husband asked what we were
doing. We told them that I'd lost my key and about what we'd heard and he said most likely it was a
panther. Well maybe so as I never heard a panther scream . I asked my daughter about it when I started
writing my first book and she said that she would never forget it ,it scared her so bad. She said it started
low and raised up into a high pitch scream then it tapered off. I myself just remembered it was loud and
scary. I know birds can make some weird sounds but I've heard them all from the area, owls, screech
owls, cranes, herrings, peacocks etc...It wasn't any of those. I lived there around twenty years and I
never heard it again. Montura was wild Our home was right next to the hunting reserve. The reserve
was made of wetlands and traveled back for miles into Cypress Swamps, Pine and Cabbage Palm
hammocks. I listened every weekend to air boats as their drivers went gigging for frogs. Most folks
moved to the area because back then it was remote and they wanted to hunt and live not bothered by
neighbors and of course as I mentioned before we had those week end warriors. We had some tough
characters that wasn't afraid of anything but you better not go messing around their property without an
invite or you might have a gun in your face..
Alabama late 80's early 90's . They had dreams of starting a kennel raising all manner of dogs. They had a
house full of small dogs and their yard was covered in pens to accommodate their larger ones. They
rented a home on an acre and a quarter of land that was completely surrounded by 6 foot chain link
fence. There was a bull dog left on the property and they took her in. She was the only dog let run loose.
One evening after chow time for their crew they locked up and traveled to Clewiston about 20 miles away
to stock up on food for themselves and their dogs. They returned home about 11 PM. And though the
gate was still closed and locked they could see there was trouble on the inside. Their Rottweiller was out
of his pen and the bull dog was laying close to their front door she didn't come to meet them. They saw
their chickens strewed across the yard all dead,tore to pieces. Entering they found the bull dog cut up
bad. Their Rottweiller was cut too and checking to see how he got loose they found the gate to his pen
tore lose. He had blood everywhere. They called my husband and we went to see what happened. As
soon as I looked at the poor bull dog I knew what had gotten a hold of her was also what had gotten our
dogs,she was ripped open all the way down her rib cage. (It took her along time to heal.) They think the
Rottweiller got lose trying to get at what had attacked her and the chickens. The chickens roamed free in
the yard and the dogs never messed with them,any way they roosted in a pine tree in the yard so the
dogs couldn't get at them anyway. Dogs in packs will kill for sport but wild animals kill to eat. What had
cleared that high fence and tried to destroy everything in there was never known.
Another occurrence was right before my daughter got married she and I were still going to church in
town some twenty miles away but my son and husband had changed over to the local church in Flaghole
even so we got home before they did. We went up on the porch and I was hunting my door key which I
couldn't find when we heard the most awfullest scream. It sounded as if it was just out of reach in the
dark,it was that close or so it seemed. We ran down the steps and locked ourselves in the car. After a bit
my husband Tommy and son Isaac came home. Seeing us in the car my husband asked what we were
doing. We told them that I'd lost my key and about what we'd heard and he said most likely it was a
panther. Well maybe so as I never heard a panther scream . I asked my daughter about it when I started
writing my first book and she said that she would never forget it ,it scared her so bad. She said it started
low and raised up into a high pitch scream then it tapered off. I myself just remembered it was loud and
scary. I know birds can make some weird sounds but I've heard them all from the area, owls, screech
owls, cranes, herrings, peacocks etc...It wasn't any of those. I lived there around twenty years and I
never heard it again. Montura was wild Our home was right next to the hunting reserve. The reserve
was made of wetlands and traveled back for miles into Cypress Swamps, Pine and Cabbage Palm
hammocks. I listened every weekend to air boats as their drivers went gigging for frogs. Most folks
moved to the area because back then it was remote and they wanted to hunt and live not bothered by
neighbors and of course as I mentioned before we had those week end warriors. We had some tough
characters that wasn't afraid of anything but you better not go messing around their property without an
invite or you might have a gun in your face..
I never heard anyone say they saw a Skunk Ape when I lived out there but that doesn't mean that they
didn't. I never told anyone not even my closes friends so Its possible others saw what we did and never
said anything I just don't know.
I know what I saw was real and I know what we call it, Skunk Ape, Bigfoot, Sasquatch etc... I just don't
understand how it can be out there. How we have never caught one or brought in a body. I watch all the
different shows that show scientist and other people with degrees some hunt it others more often then
not scoff at the whole idea. I know I would like to know what it is, human or animal or something else. I
don't want to know so much that I'd advocate killing it, that to me is wrong. Once you see it you don't
forget it, it sticks in your mind always. I might not remember everything correctly for the day of my
sighting. Heck I have a hard time remembering things exactly as they happened a month ago but I can still
see in my minds eye that figure and that I do remember correctly.
didn't. I never told anyone not even my closes friends so Its possible others saw what we did and never
said anything I just don't know.
I know what I saw was real and I know what we call it, Skunk Ape, Bigfoot, Sasquatch etc... I just don't
understand how it can be out there. How we have never caught one or brought in a body. I watch all the
different shows that show scientist and other people with degrees some hunt it others more often then
not scoff at the whole idea. I know I would like to know what it is, human or animal or something else. I
don't want to know so much that I'd advocate killing it, that to me is wrong. Once you see it you don't
forget it, it sticks in your mind always. I might not remember everything correctly for the day of my
sighting. Heck I have a hard time remembering things exactly as they happened a month ago but I can still
see in my minds eye that figure and that I do remember correctly.
| This is on the edge of Fisheating Creek in Palmdale Florida, Glades County, intersection of Hwy 27 and State Road 29. These Cypress homes were some of the first in the area.There were several in a circle almost like a small community. They moved them to the back side of Venus Florida. |
Taken from the Venus Bridge
that crosses over Fisheating
Creek.This country is still
pretty wild,with a few hardy
souls that live there and
wouldn't want to be anywhere
else.
that crosses over Fisheating
Creek.This country is still
pretty wild,with a few hardy
souls that live there and
wouldn't want to be anywhere
else.
Cypress and Pine trees
and high saw grass.
Palmetoes up underneath
the pine trees on the left
right) and Cypress trees on
the right. Further back is a
thick Cypress strand.This is
the kind of scenery that
makes up the deep south
portion of Florida.
and high saw grass.
Palmetoes up underneath
the pine trees on the left
right) and Cypress trees on
the right. Further back is a
thick Cypress strand.This is
the kind of scenery that
makes up the deep south
portion of Florida.
Water Hyacinth
on the left,they
cover a lot of
the waterways
here.
On the right
A Swamp with
Cypress Trees
and Air Plants
(Air Orchid) that
grows wild and
is quite
abundent
on the left,they
cover a lot of
the waterways
here.
On the right
A Swamp with
Cypress Trees
and Air Plants
(Air Orchid) that
grows wild and
is quite
abundent
This is wet land as far as you can see
with water Hyacinth so thick they look
like their growing on land.Their
considered a weed and can double
their size in 12 days.The small white
line on the left is a huge Heron
Taken on Key Rye Road
with water Hyacinth so thick they look
like their growing on land.Their
considered a weed and can double
their size in 12 days.The small white
line on the left is a huge Heron
Taken on Key Rye Road
Another view of
a Cypress
Stand, high
sawgrass and
swamp land.
This was taken
around Cork
Screw Swamp
area.
a Cypress
Stand, high
sawgrass and
swamp land.
This was taken
around Cork
Screw Swamp
area.
This was taken on Key Rye Road just off
of County Road 833
Part of The Alico Ranch close to Montura
Estates in Hendry County Florida and
Devils Gardens.
of County Road 833
Part of The Alico Ranch close to Montura
Estates in Hendry County Florida and
Devils Gardens.
County Road 833 traveling south on the
left the beginning of Devils Gardens area
Palm tree hammock.
left the beginning of Devils Gardens area
Palm tree hammock.