Boone Wilder
Raised in the swamps, hardened by the cold — Boone Wilder brings you true crime, outlaw tales, and backwoods grit, drawn from a lifetime chasing justice through the wildest corners of America.
Boone Wilder's True Crime Trilogy
Silent Screams
Alaska's icy grip conceals chilling truths. Discover the untold stories of its darkest crimes.
Twisted Screams
Beneath Florida's sun, depraved minds festered. Explore crimes that twisted a state.
Shattered Dreams
Tennessee's serene hills hold devastating secrets. Unearth the heartbreaking crimes within.
Boone Wilder
Former Deputy Sheriff - Florida
Retired Law Enforcement Officer/ Chief of Police - Alaska
Former Mayor - Alaska
WELCOME!
Who is Boone Wilder?
From the gator-filled banks of Florida’s Withlacoochee River to the frozen tundra north of the Arctic Circle, Boone Wilder brings you real-life true crime, gritty backwoods memoirs, and unforgettable storytelling rooted in decades of law enforcement, survival, and soul-searching.
Boone isn’t just an author—he’s a voice forged in fire, snow, and silence. His books explore America’s most remote and dangerous places, revealing the untold stories of murder, justice, heartbreak, and the moments that shape a man.
Boone Wilder
Barefoot Survivor - Florida Swamp
Unwilling Gator Wrestler - Age 15
Shoe Lost - Legend Born
Enter At Your Own Risk!
The Night the Gator Took My Shoe
Back in Lacoochee, Florida, before I ever wore a badge or knew what frostbite felt like, I had a best friend named Skeeter. Now Skeeter wasn’t his real name — but he buzzed around trouble so often, it just fit.
One summer evening, long after the fireflies clocked out, Skeeter dared me to sneak down to Old Man Dobbins’ dock. Said he’d seen the biggest gator in the Withlacoochee sittin’ there like a BIG log with teeth. Me, bein’ part fool and part fearless, took the bet.
I crept out wearing only shorts and a pair of sneakers, holdin’ a flashlight that flickered like it was afraid too. I made it three steps down that moss-slick dock when I felt a splash, a lurch, and somethin’ yank the shoe right off my foot. Didn’t feel claws. Didn’t feel teeth. Just a big ol’ tug from below.
Skeeter screamed. I ran. The gator kept my left sneaker.
Folks said I was lucky. Me? I said that gator was polite. Could’ve taken my whole damn leg.