This is a story from Maria. This is really good. She writes.
In February of two thousand and twelve, I travel from my home in Texas
to visit my sister who lived with my nephew at the time in Seattle,
Washington. After they took me around Seattle to the fine dining establishments and for
a boat ride at Puget Sound, I told my nephew I wanted to buy
some Bigfoot stuff Bigfoot, why, he asked, because Washington State is the
Bigfoot capital of the world with the most sightings. I told him. I
explained that I had been interested in Bigfoot for years and that I watched countless
YouTube videos and TV documentaries on the topic. I jokingly said that I'd like
to go bigfoot honey. Well, he was not amused. Seeing his reaction,
I asked him if he believed in Bigfoot. Well, I don't know,
he said, And then, after thinking for a minute, he told
me what happened to him and his wife when they first got married. In
two thousand and one. My nephew's wedding was held at the Navajo Nation Reservation
in New Mexico. His wife, a Navajo, grew up near the Nut
naho oh I kind of hate to pronounce this word. Nachitti, Nachitti mountains
nasci t ti the not shitty mountains. How about that Our entire family from
Texas, so we all around thirty of us, drove up the day before
the wedding to the reservation where the wedding ceremony and festivities were to be held.
It was a large open field of one hundred square yards surrounded by trees.
His wife's Navajo grandmother lived in a log cabin in the same area,
just outside the trees. There were no hotels in that area, so we
took tents in camping gear, and the following evening, when the wedding festivities
had ended, we sat around the campfire and enjoyed the stars. Afterward,
we all turned in. The Next morning, our family drove back home to
Texas, and my nephew and his wife planned to camp out one more night
so they could spend a little more time with their family before leaving on their
honeymoon. That evening, my nephew and his wife were sitting around the campfire
when far away they heard some strange, loud, deep growls. They said
nothing to each other, and they continued talking. They heard the growls two
more times, each time a little closer and louder than before. It grew
quiet for a while, and they got easier, and they finally decided to
turn in for the night, and my nephew got up to put away some
of their gear. As he was putting out the fire, they heard another
growl. This time it was close and it was really loud. He asked
his wife what animal was growling, and she said she didn't know, she'd
never heard anything like it before. Well. They both looked around to see
what it was, but it was pitch dark beyond a few yards. They
continued to put things away. As they were doing so, the growling came
closer still and even louder. Now my nephew, who was normally a calm
and level headed person, was beginning to panic. Let's get the heck out
of here, he said to his wife. They began throwing things into the
bed of his truck with no regard for damaging any of it, and the
growling was now within thirty yards and beginning to sound angrier. When it got
to within a few feet of them, he yelled at his wife get in
the truck. They jumped in and sped out of the mountains as fast as
they could. They drove over an hour away to Gallop, New Mexico,
where they got a hotel for the night. The next morning, they drove
back to their campsite to get their tent and whatever gear they'd left behind.
Then they said goodbye to her family and they left. When he finished his
story, I asked his wife what she thought it was, and reluctantly she
said she didn't know. But months later I had the opportunity to speak with
my nephew about it again. I asked him if he thought what they heard
was a bigfoot. He said he didn't know, but he never wanted to
hear that sound again. Whoo. Could it have been a skinwalker? It's
a Navajo reservation. I think the skinwalkers or Navajo. I don't really know
much about that. I just know the skinwalker is an interesting, creepy kind
of creature that is from Indian folklore. Could be real. I don't know.
I don't know anything about it. But Nioma, who edited this,
said she's wondering if it was either a dog man or a skin walker,
but it could have been a bigfoot. Either way, it was a really
good story and I really appreciate Maria sending it. Thank you mail. Hey,
y'all, welcome the podcast. I hope you enjoyed that first story.
I've got one more viewer encounter and then we have two Steve Lily encounters.
People have sent me stories where they've actually run into Steve Lily. Now,
if you're new to the channel, you don't know who Steve Lily and his
crew is. There are a group of bigfoot hunters that I know. I
write about them. Steve Lily actually has his own channel. And on the
in screen if you like these last two stories, if you think they're interesting,
click on the in screen video. It'll be episode number one of the
Steve Lily Journals. And if you click on it, subscribe. There's fifteen
episodes. There's probably eight to ten hours of Steve Lily stories up on that
channel. They're a lot of fun and they're good and I love writing them
and I hope you enjoy this. So we got two stories, one more
after this and to Steve Lily Encounters, hope you enjoy it. Thanks for
joining me. All right, here we go. This is a story from
JB. He claims this is true, and here's what he writes. Before
I tell you my story, I need to fill you in on my background.
I grew up in a six thousand acre farm in North Georgia. I'm
a descendant of First Nation grandparents. I was taught to hunting fish at a
young age, and my brothers and I were making fish and turtle baskets before
the age of three. At the time, there were not any deer in
North Georgia. In nineteen sixty five, the Department of Natural Resources started stocking
them by the truckload from Texas. We also had large cats that we call
black panthers roaming the wilderness, and when they would scream, it sounded like
a woman being murdered. I had never heard of a bigfoot until sometime in
the late nineteen eighties, and I always thought it was an animal that lived
in the northwestern United States. My story begins in the fall of two thousand
nineteen, when I started hearing rocks hitting my house. There were allowed noises
outside my window in the middle of the night. Now, I was not
a bigfoot expert by any means, but something told me this was classic bigfoot
behavior, and I decided to educate myself. I scrolled through the various crypted
websites and I did my due diligence as if studying for an exam. And
what I learned is that you don't find bigfoot, Bigfoot finds you. One
of the crypted research sites recommended keeping a journal of events, and this is
what I have recorded. January seven, three fifteen am. Something hit the
side of the house. February first, three fifty eight am. Noises like
a Louisville slugger smacking a baseball February nineteen, three twenty eight. Vocal whooping
sounds outside. February twenty one, three thirty am. Rapid tapping on the
wall, like the drumming of hands. After I recorded the last entry in
my journal, I went to bed. At sunrise, I decided to take
a look around the outside of my house. It had rained that night,
and above the window, about eight feet up the wall, I spotted muddy
handprints. There was a thirteen inch footprint on the ground directly below that.
It was quiet for the next two weeks. I would notice a bad odor
every day, like rotting garbage, and my dogs would growl, but they
never tried to leave the yard. This is unusual because they're half lab and
half pit bull. They kill everything that sneaks into our place, and they're
very good with the chickens, and they protect my flock of yardbirds like sheep
dogs. I picked up my journal at the next sign of bickfoot activity d
March seventeen, three thirty am. More sounds like wood striking wood. March
eighteen four am, same as the night before. March twenty six, nine
o six pm. Sitting at my computer and hearing a loud long screen.
The codies are now howling. Get get sorry, y'all. Chicken walked in
my office? Where was the codies are now howling? April six, six,
twenty eight am. A tree branch snapping, this time within two hundred
feet of my house. April seven, four thirty am something by petal kicking
the ground outside my window. With all of this going on, I wasn't
sleeping like I should, and one night my lack of rest caught up with
me and I passed out in my chair. I had the most vivid dream
where I I was visited by being named Kia k Ei k kai kai.
Maybe that's what that maybe that's how you say that name. It was like
being approached by stray dog, but instead of it attacking out of fear,
it offered submission. Kai assured me that it meant no harm and could read
not only my mind but my heart. It was the most pleasant dream I'd
had in years, and I woke up from it smiling. I'm sure it
was a message, though I've yet to come face to face with a big
Foot. A few rockstone at the house and a muddy handprint isn't really grounds
to go to war against a creature that I think only wants to communicate on
some basic level. I believe they're everywhere and not just in the wilderness,
and that's the end of it, and that you know her keeping a journal
that's a good idea. People are having some kind of activity around their house
that's kind of interesting. You can keep a record of it because there may
be a long period between activity and you won't remember what you heard, So
journaling this stuff is good. I don't know where Bigfoot lives. I would
say mainly in the woods, but they could leave in they could they could
live in some urban areas. Speaking of dogs keeping chickens away, and you
know about as of last weekend, we had about twenty eight almost thirty chickens.
We think this past Tuesday, and you guys liked the videos of my
chickens. Last Tuesday, I was out on a job site. My wife
had gone to another town and was having lunch with some friends, and we
came back and about two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and she came
back about four. Anyway, long story short, I want to lock the
chickens up, and there weren't. It's like only half of them were here.
And we got to searching around. We found one dead chicken way back
in some fields behind us. I just got into a TV and rowed around.
I found it, and then we started counting chickens and we were about
we had lost twelve chickens. So we're down twelve chickens and we can't find
them anywhere. We think something came through and killed them. And the only
conclusion I can make is that it was maybe one dog, probably a pack
of dogs. We have wild dogs running around here. Our dogs were in
the house or they would have run them off. So it's kind of been
kind of a sad week for us. And they were our youngest birds.
We lost five or six young less than a year old Orpington's and they're the
biggest, prettiest, fluffiest waterly chickens you've ever seen. They're really sweet.
We lost all of those except one hen and one rooster, and then we
had six Jersey giants. Those are these were big black, big black,
beautiful hens, just yet black, and they were so pretty and healthy looking.
And one of those wandered back up the next day. I don't know,
it's the weirdest thing in the world. We've lost one or two at
a time to a fox or a raccoon. A matter of fact, I
saw a fox come in and grab a couple of our chickens about four winners
ago. Anyway, we're down a half our chickens, but we do have
twelve more that we're raising, and so were replaced those. But no,
I don't think it was big foot that took our chickens in the middle of
the day, but it's anyway, I just thought i'd let y'all know that
we're down. Something took almost half of all our chickens. It's a sad,
sad week for us, and we're just we love these birds. We
don't like have a huge affection for them, but we love them being around
and being free and free ranging around our place. And that's kind of the
price you pay for letting your chickens run around and you know, unguarded the
dogs in the house. There's nothing the dogs can do to help him.
So all that to say is kind of sad. I don't mean to bum
you out. How about we moved to a couple of Steve Lily encounters.
I think you guys are going to like these. Okay, we have a
Steve Lily sighting. Actually I've got two Steve Lily sightings in this podcast.
Here's the first one. It was the last season of the Alabama Dare season
when I had the craziest experience of my life. I had already had a
good season, taking down a fat seven point that I had been wanting to
call for two seasons, and another which was one of the best bucks I
had ever harvested. He was a good nine point with a twenty one inch
spread. I already had him at the taxidermist with the perfect spot for him
picked out in my den. However, this big boy had set me back
seven hundred and fifty bucks. Between the processor and the taxidermist, I still
had one buck left on my life since before I was tagged out, but
I was scared to death that I would actually see another big one. My
wallet was feeling mighty thin about this time. The call of the hunt was
too strong to resist, though, and I decided to pick up my bow
and if another wallhanger came in range, then it was just meant to be.
I traveled to a new area on a piece of property that I had
leased for the first time this season. According to the woman who owned the
land, no one had hunted it in years. She needed the extra money,
and she liked having me around to keep an eye on things. I
had only hunted a small portion of the least This was the perfect opportunity to
learn more about the place, and still scratched the urge to be in the
stand deering bow season. I had hunted the area enough to pattern the deer.
I had passed on several bucks without a shooter ever coming into range,
and I figured out that there was a funnel point where the deer were coming
out of the thick stand of timber. There was a creek that wandered around
the base of the ridge and that was the only easy place to cross,
and the area was covered in deer tracks. I decided to save the area
in case my season didn't go well. But now I had one last chance,
and that's where I headed. I was in my stand before daylight.
I figured i'd catch them transitioning to the bedding area, or maybe see a
buck chasing a dough. It was a still cool morning with a good deal
of frost on the ground. I heard something moving quickly through the woods on
the ridge above me. It sounded large, but I couldn't see anything through
the thick timber above me, And soon I heard more of the same,
like there were more than one. Well, I thought the cows had got
loose and were wandering the woods near my stand. It wouldn't be my first
time encountering that. But twenty minutes passed and the visibility was good now,
and I started using my binocks and I was looking for signs of the cows
on the ridge above me, A roar broke loose through the timber. It
sounded like a cross between a lion and a diesel engine. Well, I
jumped in my seat and I was shocked, and I'm not ashamed to say
that it scared me. And then gunfire broke out a hundred yards above me.
Sounded like a war zone up there. Now. I know what a
naar sounds like, and I have one of my own, but the M
two forty nine saws shocked me. I hadn't heard one of those since my
time in the military. I didn't know what was going on up there,
but I didn't want any part of it. I thought about climbing down and
clearing the area, and then I thought better of that. My stand was
so well hidden that my best chance had not been a part of that firestone,
was to stay concealed. And then I heard an awful roar again,
and something came running down the hill straight to me, breaking through the timber
like a bulldozer. It broke into the open four yards away and stumbled to
its knees. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was a huge
gorilla looking creature, but it wasn't a gorilla. This thing had big,
yellow canine teeth that I could see easily at that distance. It was covered
in hair and built like an elite bodybuilder, except way bigger. This thing
was almost as tall as me on its knees, and it had to weigh
five hundred pounds, and I've never been more thankful to be up in a
tree in all my life. And I noticed then that it was wheezing as
blood poured out numerous bullet holes in its chest. The beast jumped up and
started to run when the guy came running down the hill after this thing,
yelling where are you going, big boy? The beast took two long strides
before a blast from the man's are punched through the back of its head,
and the creature's massive body went limp, slumping forward before collapsing in a pile
twenty yards my tree. More gunfire erupted from atop the hill, and I
heard some one call coming at you, Steve. The man turned, firing
at and even bigger one of those things. It ran straight down the ridge
at him, taking three shots to the chest before the man's gun went empty,
and I watched helplessly as he attempted to reload. But the beast got
to him first. It struck him with great force, sending him sailing through
the air. He landed next to the first creature on his back with a
thud, and I heard him gasp when he hit the ground. It was
the sound of man makes when the wind's been knocked out of him. Before
the man could recover, the beast was standing over him. The man was
helpless and he knew it, and the beast yanked him up, screaming with
rage in his face, and it looked like he was about to bite the
man's head off. I don't remember thinking it through. My body was in
motion before my mind could comprehend and what I was doing. And the next
thing I knew, I was in full draw releasing an arrow. My muzzy
trollcar broadhead went straight into that thing's left ear with a whack. It must
have hit the other side of the skull and stopped because it didn't go through.
Only half the arrow was visible when the thing dropped the man before taking
two backwards, staggering steps, and then it collapsed. Another roar got my
attention as a smaller one of those things came running straight from my tree,
and even though it wasn't near the size of the first two, it was
tall and it was built just like the others. It must have seen me
shoot the big one, and it was coming for blood, and it was
so fast and all I could do was react. Now I dropped my bow
as I drew my nine millimeter sig from my belt, and it was halfway
up the tree when I leaned over, emptying my mag into it. I
know I heard it, but a nine millimeter didn't do enough damage, and
I struggled to reload my backup mag. Just as the thing reached the bottom
of my platform, it was reaching up for me when the aar barked again.
The line of fire ripped through the things side, causing it to lose
its grip on the tree and falling to the ground. And a crazy man
walked up and put three more in the creature's head to finish it. This
goofy son of a bitch looked up at me and just grinned, and he
turned and yelled up the hill, Lewis, Is that all of them?
Just then one of the biggest man I'd ever seen in my life came walking
down to us, and I knew immediately where the sound of the M two
forty nine saw was coming from. Yeah, I saw all of them,
the big man answered, hook is taking heads on the top of the hill.
Good deal. The man answered back, before looking up at me,
you can come down now. We got em all. I climbed down as
quickly as I could, with my legs still shaking. And when I got
down on the ground, the man handed me my bow. You drop this
when you pulled your pistol, he said. It looks okay to me,
but you might want to check your sights. I share. I'm glad you
were on with this thing. I have two questions, I said, taking
my bow. Who are you and what in the world are these things?
Well, my name's Steve Lily, he said, offering us hand. Now
this is Lewis, and the guy on the hill over there, that's my
buddy Hut. He'll be here in a minute. Well that's good to know.
My name's Jeremy Biggs. But everyone around here calls me Bull. Well,
I appreciate you backing us up on that one. Bull. I thought
it was the end for me. I'm glad you were here, said Steve.
Well, I really didn't think about it, I said, I couldn't
let that thing kill you and do nothing. What are these things? Well,
I think you know what they are, Lewis said, bigfoot size squatch
buggers. Take your pick. Did you really Robin Hood this bastard? That's
right, said Steve. He's a goner. But old bulls saved my ass.
If you hadn't killed the one trying to pull me out of my stand,
I would have been a goner. So what do I do now?
I asked, I was still confused by the whole event. Well, you
don't have to do nothing, Steve said, with a shrug. Just go
on like you always have. Now, I might suggest you carry something bigger
than you nine millimeter and you can tell this story if you won't. But
everybody call you crazy, but that's up to you. Are there any more
of those things around here? I asked, dreading the answer. We don't
think so, a voice from behind me said. I turned around to see
another large man appear. His arms were covered in tattoos and a long ponytail
hung out the back of his ball cat. He was heavily armed, like
the other two men. I assumed he was the one called hook. Looks
like we got them all, but you should always be aware. There were
nine in total, Steve explained, of these three of the last ones,
and we needed to do some butchering. Butchering, I asked, I was
confused. Before anyone could answer, Lewis cut the head off the first one
and dropped it in a sack. We have to collect the heads or we
don't get paid, Steve explained, So you guys get paid to hunt these
things. I said, well, sortah. I can't tell you much about
it. Hey, is there a good place to eat around here? How
about we balue breakfast. I don't think I could handle anything now. I
feel a little sick to my stomach now that I've calmed down, But there
is a waffle house in town. And Steve turned to the other guys and
wiggled his eyebrows. I get it, said Steve. Well, we appreciate
your help. It was the right thing to do, and that's enough for
me. I said, I'm just glad you're ok. Lewis grabbed my arrow
and tried to pull it out of the bigfoot's head, and it wouldn't come
out. The broadhead was embedded deep in the bone. He began rotating the
shaft and after a moment it came unthreaded from the broadhead and he pulled it
free. Here you go, Robin hood, Lewis said, handing me my
arrow with a big smile. You sure you don't want to eat with us?
I'd love to hear the story about how you saved Steve's ass. Steve
can tell you everything you need to know. I said, I think I'm
gonna get out of these woods, and I gathered up my gear and I
started off. Everyone laughed and wished me well as I walked out of the
area. I went home and stood in the shower for an hour in a
near state of shock, and once I was clean, I passed out on
my bed for several hours. I didn't realize it at the time, but
it was an adrenaline crash. I hadn't been that apped up in a long
time. It was a week later and I was checking my mailbox and I
noticed a Manila envelope that had no postage on it. It was obvious that
someone other than the mailman had stuffed it in my box. My jaw nearly
hit the floor when I saw the cash inside. There was a letter from
Steve inside as well. Dear bull, I hope you're doing all right.
I wanted to thank you again for the help in the woods the other day.
Now, I talked it over with the guys and we all agreed you
deserve this. It's the bounty on your kill. We think this is fair.
Signed Steve Lily. I counted the cash, and I was surprised,
to say the least. I want to disclose the amount, but let's just
say I'm not worried about my dear amount anymore. I don't know if I'll
ever take Steve up on his offer, but I did take his advice.
I now have the firepower I need to handle another creature, and if I
ever have another run in with Bigfoot, I'll be ready. Oh man,
Steve Lily popping up everywhere. He's in Alabama, him and the crew,
him, Lewis and Hooker in Alabama, and he almost lost it on this
hunt. According to Bull Bull, thanks for the email and thanks for letting
us know you ran into Steve. I appreciate it. Here is another Steve
Lily encounter. It's pretty good, the man writes. I wanted to write
you about something that happened to me not long ago. In the Mississippi Delta.
A friend of mine and I were on a hog hunt there and on
the third day we were already cleaning four big swamp boards. We had great
success right away, but it wasn't because we were great hunters. There were
just so many pigs in there that it made it easy. We were butchering
the last pig for the day and we heard something close and we heard it
breathing. Now, I know that sounds strange, but that's exactly what it
sounded like. Both of us knew there was supposed to be nothing in these
woods that sounded like that or sounded that big. So my friend and I
both we reached for our rifles. It crossed my mind that whatever this thing
was, a rifle might not be enough because it sounded huge. But I
was hoping it was a bear, but I was doubtful since we don't have
many bears here. I said, how about we leave this meat here and
you start moving toward the gaiter. My friend's eyes were big as golf balls,
and he did exactly what I told him to do. The heavy breathing
creature emerged from the trees and we could see it as clear as day.
Now this thing looked hideous. It was huge, eight or ten feet talls,
all muscled up and covered a nasty, matted hair, and it had
big old fangs hanging out of its mouth. It moved toward me a few
steps, and then it broke into a flat out run. But there was
no way I was going to outrun this thing. I was about to become
its next meal. Suddenly I was young again, back in the jungles of
Nicaragua when I was in the military. After yelling to my buddy to keep
running, I lifted my rifle and I squared up on this monster and I
started to squeeze the trigger. It seemed hopeless to me, but I wasn't
going down without a fight. Three booming reports came from behind me. Just
as my rifle exploded into my shoulder. It stopped the creature's advance and actually
flipped it on its back, deader and a doornail. Never taking my rifle
off this thing, I yelled back to my friend, damn, that was
a good shot, but he never answered. The creature had not moved a
muscle for a few seconds. I didn't seem coming back to life, so
I turned my head to see where my friend was. Instead, three men
walked from the trees into the clearing, two white guys and a black guy.
The shortest of the three walked over to me. You all right,
he asked, yeah, I said, who are you? He walked closer
and he shook my hand. Steve Lily Oh, we didn't scare. You
looked like you had this under control. But with these things, well,
we didn't want to take a chance, so we went ahead and took the
shot. We've been tracking this thing all morning. Well I was grateful and
quite confused. Thank you, It's all I could think to say. I
think the adrenaline was catching up to me and I began to start shaking.
The dark skinned man walked to me and placed his hand on top of my
rifle to push it down. I still had it trained on that dead animal.
It's dead, he said. It's kind of unusual, maybe a little
stupid, that you stood your ground and we're taking that squatch on by yourself.
We don't see that much. Well, I had to give my buddy
a head start. I said, Well you did good, the man said,
with his enormous hand on my shoulder, rocking me back and forth.
If you were to run, it would have caught you. You did what
you needed to do. The man named Steve walked back over after inspecting the
monster. You look like you could use a drink. He pulled a flask
from a cargo pocket and he handed it to me. I must have drank
half of it. Before handing it back to it. Steve and I talked
for a while. The other two packed all my meat that we had butchered
from those hogs and cloth sacks, and when they finished, they carried the
meat over to me. Where's the man that was with you? A man
with a ponytail said, well, he's down this trail with our vehicle.
We'll come on. We'll haul this meat over there for you. You don't
need to hang around. We'll take care of this. I stood there,
still in some level of shock, but I had enough wits about me to
turn my head for the gator. When we got there, my buddy sat
in the front seat. That boy was white as a ghost. I thought
you were dead for sure. What the hell was that thing? He said?
And who are you guys? All of us lifted the cargo into the
bed of the UTV. I'll explain it when we get in the truck,
I said. He couldn't stop asking questions. Is that thing dead? He
was worried about running into it again on the weight of the truck. I
knew why he asked. It's dead, said Steve. Your buddy here made
to kill shy. You got a good friend right here. You boys,
head on out. We'll clean up this mess. Are there more of those
things out there? Said my friend. There could be, was all Steve
said. The three men walked back up the trail towards the beast. My
buddy kept asking questions. Instead of heading for the truck, I drove on
up the trail so we could get a good look at this dead creature.
Now about the time it came into view, one of those guys was raising
a machete and he was hacking this thing's head off. He held it up
to the others, and then he dropped it in one of those cloth sacks
they carry than their packs. I was going to ask him what the hell
they were doing, but I had had enough of this monster ship for a
day. After making a sweeping loop around the clearing, we headed away and
toward my truck and normalcy. We need to spend more time in church,
my friends said. As we drove through the bottoms. His head was on
a swivel, looking for more of those things. I was a little worried
about it too. We both still had a few days off, and even
though that day scared us pretty bad, we didn't go home just yet.
But we gave up on pig hunting and we went croppie fishing for the next
few days. I'm done with pig hunting, and to this day, I
don't know who those men were who appeared at the right time to get us
out of that jam, but I sure I'm glad they did. Ah Steve
Lily, Steve letting and them showing up everywhere, showing up everywhere and helping
people out, and they always seemed to show up in the nick of time.
Very good, worry sir, I'm glad you reported this, Steve Lily
siding. Thank you, appreciate you listen to this video. There should be
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little bit of comedy and a little bit of mystery and intrigue, I think
you'll like the Steve Lily series. Got fifteen of them up. Appreciate you
guys joining me on this video, and we'll see you on the next one. Thanks