Fouke Location Photos and Story By Ken Hulsey
I, like many others, first became fascinated with the infamous "Fouke Monster" in the 1970s when the film "The Legend of Boggy Creek" was released in theaters and drive-ins across the country. Although I didn't see the movie until it aired as a Saturday afternoon feature on a local TV station in the 1980s, the original trailer had a lasting impact on my young and impressionable mind—it scared the crap out of me. A big, hairy creature reaching through windows to grab young girls (the Fouke Monster doesn't hold a candle to King Kong), girls screaming, guns firing, people chasing the monster, the monster chasing people-all set in what looked like the creepiest place on Earth: Boggy Creek. I hid under my bed until I was ten!
However, when I finally saw the movie as a teenager, I was more fascinated than terrified. The eyewitness accounts were credible and compelling, and due to budget constraints, filmmaker Charles Pierce only showed glimpses of the creature, which allowed the viewers’ imaginations to run wild with what might actually be lurking in the Arkansas woodlands. I didn’t watch the film again until I purchased a DVD copy at Walmart in the early 2000s, and it has been one of my favorite films ever since.
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In 2018, my wife and I made the significant decision to leave the sunny shores of California for the humid and wet swamps and farmlands of central Louisiana. I remembered that both Shreveport and Texarkana were mentioned in the film, so I turned to Google Maps to see how far Fouke, Arkansas, was from my new home. To my surprise, it was only about a two-and-a-half-hour drive away. I promised myself that I would one day make a pilgrimage to that mysterious and eerie location, where a real-life monster might actually reside.
Years passed, and in November 2022, my wife took a trip to South Carolina to visit her sister. With some free time on my hands, I decided to finally make that trip to Fouke. Little did I know, I was about to become part of the Fouke Monster story myself.
The first stop for any monster hunter or movie enthusiast arriving in Fouke is the Monster Mart, which serves as a convenience store, gift shop, and Bigfoot museum all in one. While it's certainly a tourist trap, I can’t fault anyone for trying to make a dollar or two off a local legend. It would be easy to dismiss a place like this, but there is more to it than meets the eye. The museum section of the Monster Mart is incredibly campy. It features giant statues of the Fouke Monster, amusing Bigfoot illustrations on the walls, and even an enormous werewolf head for some reason. It has all the trappings of a sideshow exhibit.
With no definite direction in mind, I ventured out of town along what appeared to be a well-traveled road toward Boggy Creek. I was relying purely on instinct, but after several miles of driving, I found myself at the shore of the infamous waterway. There wasn’t a place to park right next to the creek, so I found a level area just up the road to leave the car, grabbed my camera, and headed out. As I walked toward Boggy Creek, a line from the movie echoed in my head: "He always travels the creeks," referring to the monster.
My first impression of Boggy Creek and the surrounding area was simple: it is every bit as eerie and creepy as depicted in the movie. The place is definitely as advertised. The forest is dark and mysterious, the water is murky, and there’s a strange, unsettling calm. Being a shutterbug, I took several photos to document my experience and convey just how spooky Boggy Creek really is.
After taking my photos, I felt an unusual compulsion not to head back to my car immediately but to linger and savor the experience a little longer. After all, I had wanted to visit this place for several years. I gave in to that compulsion and wandered around the area for a bit. About twenty minutes later, feeling satisfied, I decided to return. That’s when things took a strange turn.
Having just crossed over Boggy Creek, I heard three loud knocking sounds about 50 to 100 yards behind me, to my right. It sounded like two blocks of wood being struck together. I stopped in my tracks, unsure of what to make of it. Just as I was about to dismiss the sounds as some local resident working on a project, I heard three more knocks, this time further away—around 200 yards in the same direction. I began trying to rationalize what I had heard, but then the knocks came again: first the closer ones, followed a few seconds later by the distant ones. I stood still, looking around for the source of the sounds, but nothing moved, and I quickly realized that the area had grown strangely quiet. There were no birds or animal sounds, just silence. A very unnerving silence. At that moment, I decided it was time to head back to my car.
Once inside, I started the engine, but instead of driving back toward town, I instinctively turned the car around and headed back toward Boggy Creek. I felt compelled to discover who or what was making those sounds. I rolled down both windows to listen more carefully and drove slowly, hoping to spot anything or anyone that might have created those knocks. I heard nothing and saw no one. I drove past a couple of nearby homes, looking for anyone outside working on a project that could explain what I had just experienced, but there wasn’t a soul around.
I finished my trip by driving around town and taking a couple more photos of various locations in Fouke before heading on to Texarkana. During my drive home, I couldn’t shake the events of that day from my mind. I had heard that Bigfoot-like creatures communicate using knocking sounds. Could that have been what I heard? I couldn't wrap my mind around the whole experience. When I got home, I decided to do a little research. I soon discovered some fascinating information. I went online to see if I could find recordings of alleged Bigfoot-related ‘wood knocks’, which were not difficult to find. After listening to a few, I concluded that what I heard was indeed somewhat similar.
All of this, of course, only fueled my fascination with the Fouke Monster even more. When you experience something like that, your mind naturally seeks answers. In that moment, I transitioned from being simply a movie fan with an interest in Bigfoot to an amateur researcher. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t have another chance to return to Fouke for two years. In the meantime, I spent countless hours reading and rereading my copy of Lyle Blackburn's book, *Boggy Creek Casebook*, which I had purchased at the Monster Mart during my initial visit. If you haven't read it, I can't recommend it enough. The book chronicles the history of sightings of the creature from the 1800s to today, making it a must-read for anyone interested in the lore surrounding the Fouke Monster.
As fate would have it, a new job allowed me to make a trip through Fouke once a month en route to a job site that I inspect deeper in Arkansas. Trust me, I took full advantage of these opportunities to do further investigations around the town and the surrounding area—during designated breaks from my job duties, of course, in case my boss reads this! In all seriousness, my job provides me with such luxuries. So, I have visited Fouke once a month for the past twelve months in 2025. These excursions have given me the chance to survey the area and speak with three residents about the subject: one eyewitness, a family member of a well-documented witness, and one absolute skeptic. During one of my visits, I even had another strange experience along the shores of Boggy Creek.

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