Mo Mo Creature
We have all heard of encounters with the legendary Bigfoot (Sasquatch) of the Northwest United States, Yeti of the Himalayas and the Creature of Boggy Creek in the Southeastern USA. But few know of the creature that lurks within the Bluff Woods along the Missouri River Basin in Northwest Missouri and who roams as far south as the Ozark Mountains; a creature known as Mo Mo.
This cousin to Sasquatch is just as elusive and just as much as an enigma as his relatives and has been seen by few people yet his legend is bigger than he is. I am one of the few people that have had an encounter with Mo Mo and this is my story.
It was the summer of 1974 and I was a high school student attending West Platte High in Weston, Missouri. I had just finished my Sophomore year and my cousin Alfred had just finished his Junior year. We were out in my car on one of the Bluff roads enjoying the warm summer night and a few beers.
As we sat at a pull off alongside of the road drinking and watching the moonlight play across the cornfield at the foot of the bluff Alfred related to me an incident that had occurred to him the week before. Alfred had been out with his girlfriend Melinda and was returning home. Alfred lived a couple of miles outside of town on a tobacco farm owned by his father.
“You know where the road to the house dips towards the creek?” Alfred asked. I allowed that I did. “Well as I approached the dip, now don’t think me crazy, I swear I saw Mo Mo standing in the creek.” I laughed. Mo Mo was a local legend. A Big Foot like creature said to roam the Bluff Woods around Weston. “And did he ask you for a ride?” I said teasing him. “It’s not funny.” Alfred said, “Scared the Hell out of me.” I apologized and asked him to continue.
“Well I blasted through the dip and almost bottomed out my pickup. I heard something hit the back of the truck and was afraid that it had climbed on. When I got to the house I ran inside and locked the door. The next morning I went out and looked at the truck and there was a dent in the tail gate as if something had hit it.” Alfred shook his head. “I didn’t say anything to Dad, didn’t want him to think me crazy. I went down to the dip to look around.” Alfred had my interest and I asked him to tell me more.
“Well I walked the creek bank a little ways and found a cut out in the embankment. Looked like something had dug a large cave. I looked inside and I saw animal bones and twigs like something had tried to make a nest.” Alfred shivered. “What did you do?” I asked. “I got the hell out of there! When I got back to the road my Dad was there. He said, ‘So did you find Mo Mo?’ Dad told me that he had seen him twice on the road and he had found the nest also.”
“Wow, I would sure like to see that.” I said. Alfred shook his head again. “Dad said we should leave things be that we don’t know about.” I told Alfred that I knew of a cut out just up the hill from where we were at. “It’s a small cave, want to go look at it?” Alfred said no and we sat there just talking about other things for a while. Suddenly I saw a movement in the cornfield. Tapping Alfred’s arm and indicating silence with my finger to my lip I pointed out to the field.
Alfred and I had been leaning on the car and we both stood upright trying to see into the darkness with our only light that of the full moon.
As we watched the movement in the field I silently reached inside the car for the flashlight that I kept on the backseat. As my fingers found it I flipped the switch and shone it into the cornfield. As the powerful beam illuminated the field there was an ear piercing scream. My hair stood on end and my blood ran cold. My flashlight beam found a large hairy creature not more than 100 yards from us in the field. It’s bright red eyes seemed to flair in the beam. The creature let out another scream and started lumbering through the cornfield towards us.
Alfred yelled, “MO MO!” and ran to the passenger’s side of the car. I jumped into the driver’s seat fumbling in my pocket for the ignition key. Alfred yelled, “DRIVE, DRIVE, DRIVE, FUCKING DRIVE!” As I started the car and dropped it into gear the creature made it to the road. I sped away throwing dirt and gravel back from the spinning tires. A few yards up the road I slowed the car down. “I think we lost him.” I said, heaving a sigh. Alfred looked out the back window. “NO WE HAVEN’T!” He yelled, “FLOOR IT!” Looking out the rear window I could see the creature running through the dust towards the car and gaining on it. I floored the gas pedal and quickly left the creature behind.
That night Alfred and I made a pact never to tell anyone of our encounter. We also swore never to go down that road again. I cannot say that I kept the pact for I have told this story many times but to my knowledge, all the way to his death, Alfred never told a soul.
Now it would be one thing if I had a single encounter with Mo Mo but that was not to be. I encountered him once again in the Fall of 1974 when my Uncle Jewell asked a neighbor to check on his tobacco barn. Jewell had gotten a report that someone was messing around his tobacco barn out on Hwy 45. This barn was located on a hill on the same bluff that Alfred and I had seen Mo Mo and just a short distance from Alfred’s father’s farm.
It was tobacco auction season and Jewell was feeling under the weather having worked long hours running tobacco between the warehouses. Jewell had his own crop drying in the barn and asked his neighbor Eddie if he would go out and make sure no one was messing around his crop. Eddie, who was a mutual friend, contacted me and asked if I wanted to take a ride with him to check it out.
The cool fall air filled our lungs as we stepped out of Eddies small Toyota station wagon. Eddie had parked in the driveway of the Weston Gun Clubs firing range. He pointed at the barn across the road; inside a single light shown through the slates of the barn. The bare bulb should not have been burning. No farmer would leave a light on in his barn for fear of fire. Eddie and I saw the shadow move through the barn at the same time. “Awful big shadow.” Eddie said. A shiver ran through me, “Mo Mo.” I whispered. Eddie had heard the story of my previous encounter with the creature.
Eddie moved around to the rear of the station wagon and extracted his 8mm Mauser. The vintage World War II German rifle was Eddies pride and joy and he was a dead on shot with it. Wrapping his arm in the strap he rested his elbow on the hood of the car and took aim at the barn across the road. Eddie nodded to me. “COME OUT OF THE BARN!” I yelled. Suddenly there was loud crashing from inside the barn. The shadow shape hit the light and the bulb started swinging back and forth from the end of it’s cord. Eddie said, “Oh Shit!” and pulled the trigger.
The sound of the rifles fire was drowned out by the scream from inside the barn; the same scream I had heard that night on the Bluff Road with Alfred. The light was suddenly smashed out by whatever was in the barn. The fact that it had been disturbed at all had been amazing as the light hung 10 feet above the ground. As the barn went dark we heard more crashing and the sound of wood splintering. “You want to check that out?” I asked. Eddie looked at me, “Yeah, in the morning.”
The next morning found me, Eddie, Jewell and the local Game Warden at the barn. The pieces of the light bulb lay shattered on the dirt floor. The side door had been kicked in and the back of the barn had a large hole in the slats that had been created from the inside out. On the floor was blood spots in the dirt leading back to the hole. On boards around the hole pieces of fur and blood were found.
The game warden declared that it had been a bear that had invaded the barn. “Bear my ass!” Jewell said as Eddie and I exchanged glances. “When was the last time you saw a bear around here? There hasn’t been a bear in Weston in almost a hundred years.” The Game Warden said, “Well doesn’t mean it can’t happen.” Eddie nudged me, “Tell him.” So I related the story of me and Alfred’s encounter with Mo Mo. When I had finished the Game Warden said, “You shouldn’t go around spreading tall tales and rumors.” Jewell said, “Oh you mean like bears where none exist?” Eddie said, “It was more Mo Mo than bear!”
Jewell took to setting traps in his barn after the incident. I don’t know if Jewell ever believed that Eddie had shot Mo Mo that night but I do know that when he was once asked what he would do if he ever caught the creature in his trap he said would make a fine fur coat of it and give it to, “That damn fool Game Warden.”
Mo Mo is real and for those, such as myself, who have encountered this creature it is one of the most frightening experiences of our life. This is not a gentle woodlands giant. Mo Mo is a creature whose anger at being disturbed is a terrifying reminder of the power of the beast.