I want to warn you that I'm not much of a writer. I'm gonna
stay at home mother, and I've been wanting to write my experiences to you
for a while now. All three of the kids are in school, and
it's wintertime on our farm when everything slows down, and I'm thrilled to be
sharing this with you finally, and please again forgive my inability to write.
I'm just going to stop here. I haven't done anything to the story.
I'm reading it straight off her email, and it's to the writer. You
did a great job on this. There's nothing, absolutely nothing wrong with it.
I live in Bozeman, Montana. I've had two encounters with something.
The first one was when I lived in Pony, Montana. It's a tiny
town tucked into the mountains. Around twenty twelve, my friend and I were
in the mountains above Pony, Montana. There's a hot spring up there that
a good friend of mine was a caretaker for. The owners were a rich
couple that were never there and especially in the harsh winters. Being Montana girls,
we were never afraid to grab some beer and throw the car in four
wheel drive and sneak up to these hot springs. The pools were tucked into
a ravine that was surrounded by steep mountains and large rocks. It really was
a beautiful and peaceful place. There was a gate and there was a key,
and we had access to it thanks to our friend. We probably abused
our privileges, but either way, we had fun and time moves on young
single girls that knew we would rather ask for forgiveness than for permission. This
pool was about the size of an average swimming pool, and above that was
a smaller pool and a wood stove sauna. We would often sit in the
sauna. It had start a fire in the stove and pour water over the
rocks sat on top of it. Well. This created the heat and that
was our little heaven. This had been the hundredth time that we had been
up there. We always had plenty of our favorite beer and music with us.
After we sat in the sauna, we jumped in the pool. This
was around eleven pm. We swam to the far end and talked about whatever
girls talk about. We were drinking our beer, and after about ten minutes
both of us instantly had this eerie feeling that something was watching us. We've
had this feeling before, but not quite this strong. There was a mountain
lion known to be in the area, so before we had this eerie feeling,
we always thought it was a mountain lion. We always carried a gun,
and we knew not to have food and to beware of our surroundings.
But this was different. This was almost gut wrenching. It was just the
two of us girls. I was in my mid twenties and my friend was
a few years and we skinny dipped in this pool. We heard what sounded
like a rock thrown from the mountain and it hit the dirt outside of the
pool, and it kind of rolled a little bit toward us, almost like
someone had thrown it from the top of the mountain. My friend asked me,
do you think that's Bill. That's the name of the caretaker. I
said, how would he have gotten up there on that incline. Knowing Bill,
he would have made his presence known. We sat there in silence with
this eerie feeling. The chills I felt in that hot pool were almost painful,
and every fiber of my being was telling me to go to go as
fast as we could go and get out of there. When I turned to
my friend, her face was white. I said, something does not want
us here tonight. I think we need to leave. Our clothes and towels
were at the other end of the pool. We swam six or seven feet
over to our stuff. To get to our car on the trail down to
the main road, we had to walk or run about eight hundred feet,
but we made it to the car. We did not forget our beer.
Even inside the car, we felt this empty, almost evil feeling, or
some kind of presence. It's hard to explain, and I'm sorry if I'm
doing a terrible job at it. I imagine that others have had this and
can relate to what I'm trying to explain. We drove a bottom mile to
the lock gate, and my friend was also scared, and she dropped the
key in the snow. Now I got out to help her, and we
found it, and she drove out, and in her headlights there were a
pair of large footprints from the field to the fence of the right of the
gate. I didn't follow them to see how far they went up, but
there were no other cars or tracks, and it was far enough away from
our front prints to distinguish that they were most definitely not ours. I locked
the gate and then I screamed it my friend, let's get out of here.
And as we drove down there were only one set of tire tracks,
our tracks going in. We stayed up all night talking about it. It
was unexplainable and the feeling was something neither of us had felt before. And
then I called my dad. He's a retired police officer and he has followed
the missing four to one one Bigfoot stories for a long time, and he's
also a huge fan of your podcast, Oh Cool. His explanation sparked my
interest. Now I've read that it is common to have a second encounter after
you've had the first. That is according to some experts. Anyway, ten
years later I was married now and I had three beautiful children, and my
husband and our farmers and Bozeman a long time, and date nights are far
and few between. One night during the winter we were able to have a
kid free night. We decided to go to dinner and drive up to a
local lake for a little adventure. We knew the road would be sketchy with
the snow, and it was windy, and the road up to the lake
is surrounded by forests. We had to take his truck and we barely made
it in the snow, but we parked the truck by the lake once we
made it and decided to sit on the tailgate facing the mountains. Again.
We were the only car up there, and we did not see any other
tracks before us, and certainly no one came up behind us. It was
snowing and it was pretty warm that night, so we bundled up and grabbed
our drinks and talked on the tailgate. Just before I said to my husband
that I was getting cold, that feeling of dread and terror came over me
again. So much time had elapsed that I had forgotten about my friend,
and I was creepy experience, But when that feeling came over me again,
it all came back. My husband looked at me and he asked, what's
going on with you? Just then, a rock came out of the darkness
and it hit the ground about three feet in front of us, and it
rolled to the passenger side of the truck. I looked up at my husband,
and by the look on his face, I knew he had the same
gut wrenching feeling that I did. We got back in the pickup and he
asked what the hell was that. He explained that right before the rock hit
the ground, he got an icky, sick feeling. I told him that
I did too. He turned the truck around and we shined our lights out
toward the trees where the rock came from. There was not a soul,
not a car, or anything to be seen. The tree line was a
half a mile from us, and there was nothing in between us and it.
On the way down the mountain, I told my husband about me and
my friend at the hot springs, and we decided to tell my dad,
and that is when he told us about your podcast. Even though I did
not actually see something, I can relate to a lot of others and their
stories. Deep down, I always thought it was something like Bigfoot. From
the fear of being deemed a crackpie, I have never let myself truly believe
what I thought, and I've never told anyone. I think it's safe to
say that I do believe now. Thank you for listening and reading my story.
Her name is Samantha, and she says, I do not mind if
you use my name. I changed the name of the caretaker. I changed
it to Bill. Okay, all right, Well, that was a great
story. You know, we get a lot of these stories where people just
have these unbelievable feelings of dread of danger, something watching them, rocks hit
the ground out of nowhere, all this kind of stuff. Who knows if
that's a bigfoot, But it could be something. I mean, you know,
there's all kinds of stuff going on at this places like the Skinwalker Ranch.
I don't know. I mean, could it be an alien? I'm
stupid, I don't know. I'm a moron. I don't put all these
two and two together, and I can't. I'm not real studied in these
topics. But it could be anything. I don't know. It couldn't be
what throws rocks. Where do rocks come from? Out of the middle of
nowhere? Something has to throw them. So anyway, this was a great
story. I got kind of creeped out reading it. So thanks Samantha for
sending this. And you did a great job writing this. Very good job.
Thank you, ma'am. Okay, there's no name on this email,
but it is really good. I have always believed in all things supernatural and
unexplainable in our strange world, things like ghosts and aliens and windowgoes, etc.
I've seen things I couldn't even begin to explain going back to us early
as sharing my bunk bed in a room with my sister and both of us
experiencing and seeing and hearing unnatural things. This past May, I got married
to my husband, Chad, and he's the one to blame for my unplanned
beings dive into Bigfoot. It's not his fault, of course. I grew
up hearing stories about bigfoot from my very large family for years. I was
always intrigued by what they were and if they were really out there in our
Minnesota woods, but it never really pulled my leg until now. What started
all of this was because of a real bigfoot encounter. Ched told me that
he had and which he didn't tell me for a long time, and he
predicted I wouldn't have believed him anyway. Ten years ago, it was late
August and Ched was a senior in high school. He had just turned eighteen,
and he was enjoying his last summer weekend before school started up the following
Monday. Him and his buddy were hanging out Friday night at his friend's parents'
house. They started out the night playing video games, drinking soda, and
realizing that neither of them had eaten. They went upstairs and hopped in their
friend's car and ran to the store. They decided to grab some steaks.
Once they were back, they decided to grill them up outside on the deck
in the backyard. The deck was two stories high, and the forestation behind
the house was super thick, and it was dense with trees, and there
was roughly ten yards from the house in each direction to the forest. It
was totally surrounded. As soon as they lit up the grill for the stakes,
they started hearing rustling noises coming out of the undergrowth in the tree line.
Well. Initially they chalked it up to a deer or cody or some
other animal, and they continued grilling. They were used to the wild animals
out in the woods, and then both Chadny's friend heard a loud double knock,
like the sound of the cracking of a baseball bat against a tree.
They both froze for a second, looking off straight into the woods where they
heard the sound coming from, thinking what the hell was that. Chad hollered
out at it after a second, saying, well, knock, not to
you too, but well. They both started laughing it off like it was
nothing, and they forgot about it quickly, and then suddenly they heard the
same double knock again. This time the sound was coming slightly from the right
of the woods, and again the rustling under the bushes in the tree line
started all over again. They finished their stakes, and they were two on
edge to enjoy them now, and they chucked their remaining ta bones to the
left of the tree line, both of them flying past the clearing, and
the rustling that they were hearing in front of them was now crashing loudly to
the left toward those bones. They turned the propane off to the grill really
fast and got the hell out of there, and they bee lined it toward
the house. His friend grabbed his car keys and says, man, let's
get out of here, and they jumped into the car and the tires peeled,
not even looking back toward the house. Once they slowed up about a
mile away from his friend's place, each of them pulled out a cigarette and
popped in a rush CD. I don't know why I think that's funny,
but that's just kind of funny. They started off by listening to Tom Sawyer
because they both thought there was something relaxing about the music effects in that track.
His friend was still driving and they took a ride down a dirt road
toward the backwoods neighborhood. They reached t in the road and they took another
right. The friend was only going about twenty miles an hour because he knew
that deer were notorious on that road and people hit him all the time.
Music was blasting and they were singing back and forth to each other, and
Chad looked out the windshield on a whim and right in front of them,
moving quickly to the left in two huge steps, he saw a damn bigfoot
cross the road with eyes wide and in shot. His friend noticed Chad's face
and asked him what was up, and he slowed down the car. Chad
choked out the words, it's a bigfoot man, his friend replying loudly,
a bigfoot. Chad nodded rapidly, and his friend immediately whipped the car around,
shouting where they drove back about one hundred feet, and Chad pointed to
where he saw him cross the road. His friend pulled the headlights into the
ditch toward the patch of broken matted weeds, and his headlights were pointing at
a tree about seventy five feet in front of them. This tree stood twenty
five or thirty feet tall and there was a two way branch splitting starting up
at about eight feet from the base. Chad was staring at the space in
the split tree and realized he was looking at a gray brown, reddish hair
covered chest. He slowly looked upward and he saw the face four feet above
the split, and it was staring right back at him. Chad said that
this thing looked very old and very sinis her, and it was definitely not
happy that some kids had spotted him mistakenly. Chad was terrified, and he
realized he was holding his breath, and once a friend opened the car door,
he tried to scream get back in the car, but he only ended
up choking his words out. He was too scared to talk. Before speaking
English again, he looked back at the tree to see if the bigfoot was
still there, and he caught this beast breaking off a branch toward the top
of the tree like it was a pretzel. The bigfoot then hurled the branch
clear over the car and immediately caught his friend's attention as it passed the other
side of the ditch and landed with a loud crash in the field behind the
car well. They looked at each other and they were freaking out, and
Chad finally screamed, let's go. The second he shouted that, the bigfoot
let out a deep, resonating evil roar. Chad's friend froze in fear,
the flight respinse catching up to him. He jumped into the car. Chad
was already in there, and he slammed the car into reverse, pointing them
to the right, and then slammed it into drive and he took off fast,
kicking up so much dirt and dust that they couldn't see the tail lights.
Neither of them said a word to each other the entire way back to
his friend's house. They were trying to come to terms with what had just
happened to them. Once they were back at the house, Chad asked his
friend, along with using some choice words, can you believe that just happened?
No, it didn't happen because I refuse to believe it and I don't
want to be looked at as crazy, replied his friend. Well, how
can you say that, said Chad, you saw what happened. We don't
have to tell anyone, but you can't ignore this. Well, maybe you
can't, as friend said, but I can't. And if you tell anyone
I was involved, I will deny it until I'm dead. His friend finished
the conversation and headed toward his dad's liquor cabinet. They weren't old enough to
drink legally, but they both took a shot or two, not mentioning the
encounter of the rest of the night. I thought my husband was crazy when
he told me this story. I didn't believe him at first, but I
really thought about it, and I thought this is too detailed to be light
about. So one afternoon, a week after he told me this story,
he brought me to where this had all gone down ten years ago. It
was a nice sunny day, and I figured we'd go on the adventure with
our dog. I parked car on the side of the dirt road was seventy
five feet from the tree, where you could still see the break from the
branch, and when I saw that, I got goosebumps all over my arms.
We got out and started looking around, seeing if we could find any
clues from his encounter or new footfalls in the area. I was trying to
look for the huge branch this creature had broken off and thrown, but I
couldn't find it. We did find what looked to be a trail of matted
dawn on grass leading to the tree from the dirt road, and on the
opposite side of the road, the trail of matted down grass continued into the
forest. On that side we found a fresh break of a tree branch sticking
straight up in the dirt, like someone had stuck it there very recently,
sort of like a marker. Instantly we both smell something rancid. It was
like death and sewage, and we covered our noses. We were standing completely
still at this moment. We were one hundred feet from that tree line.
The sounds of the bugs and birds had completely stopped, and our dog was
on guard. Her hair was standing straight up, and she was growling,
and she was staring in the direction of those trees. We heard a couple
of whistles coming from the left and the right, and then some more in
front of us. Chad and I started walking backwards slowly, and our dog
ran to the car and jumped in, and when we got there, she
was shaking in fear. I still wasn't able to see anything, but the
feeling of the fear creeped up on me, and we just kept walking slowly
back to the car, not making any sudden moves. That was when I
stopped dead in my tracks because I realized I was now looking at a large,
reddish brown figure in the tree line, and then I saw it crouch
down and disappear once he had noticed that I noticed him. I held in
a scream. My heart was pumping, and Chad and I booked it back
to the car. We didn't peel out, We just drove slowly down the
road and I was looking out the window toward the tree line to see if
I could see anything again, and I spotted a different but similar creature with
darker hair, and it was significantly smaller. I pulled my phone out and
took a picture, but this thing noticed me too soon and hid as soon
as I snapped the photo. And then we drove away and we haven't gone
back there since. I believe my husband now one hundred and ten percent,
and I have proof of my own that Bigfoot is out there. You can
call this crazy, but I couldn't make this shit up. That's what I
say about a lot of these stories. It's hard to make this stuff up.
And then maybe that explains the blurry pictures. I don't know. I
did some memes kind of poking fun at blurry pictures. But maybe Bigfoot knows
that he's getting a picture taken of him, and he moves real quick and
like right about the time the shutter opens up, and that's why Bigfoot pictures
are so blurry. I don't know, but this was great. This girl
marries this guy. He tells her a Bigfoot story. She doesn't believe it.
They go there. Now, the event happened ten years ago. I'm
looking back through through the email here, But ten years the tree still there,
the two top is still there. The branch that got broken off is
let's see, they couldn't find it on the other side of the road,
but the branch was broken off, and she took him to the exact tree
with a fork in the tree trunk. That's interesting to me. And then
of course she actually saw something there. I know I'm just reiterating the story,
but I'm trying to make a point. It would be pretty cool to
go back to a place that happened ten years ago and show somebody see that
tree, right there see that branch broken off of it. That's what that
bigfoot broke off and through it me, damn it. That's what I'm talking
about. All right. This was a great story. I really appreciate the
writer sending it. She did a great job writing it, and I loved
it. Thank you. All right, this is a really good encounter.
I think you guys will enjoy this. Let's see the person don't know anything
about the name. Let's just get on with the story. She writes,
I've had many experiences in my life that people have laughed at me for.
I never let them bother me. I know what I'm about to tell you
is the truth, and I'm not afraid to tell my story. You go,
girl. When I was fourteen, we lived in a new housing track
in California called Diamond Bar. We had lived there since I was eleven,
and my best friend Nicki lived next door. During the summer, we used
to sneak out of our houses at night and go exploring. I had a
front bedroom and a balcony, so I would climb over the railing and cross
the roof to the garage and then shimmy down the fence gate to the backyard.
NICKI only had to sneak down her stairs. Once we were free,
we would begin our adventures. That often meant that we would go to the
community clubhouse that was over a mile away. Our favorite thing to do there
was to put patio chairs in the pool and sit in them for a couple
of hours before going home. It may not sound like much fun to you,
but we were young and the very idea of sneaking out was a big
deal for us. One night, we were sitting there in the pool looking
up at the sky, and when we noticed a light that seemed to be
closer than it should be. We both thought it was strange. The neighborhood
guard drove up at that moment, so we both dove under the water.
When we came up for air, the guard had left and the light was
gone. We decided it was time to head home, so we put away
our chairs and we started the walk back. I noticed the light was back
in the sky and it seemed to be following us well. We hurried home,
and that night I climbed the fence and crossed the roof and climbed back
over the railing faster than I had ever done before. Once I was inside,
I turned around to look for the light, and even though I had
a view of the entire valley from my balcony, I didn't see it anywhere.
So I just went to bed. The following spring, my parents went
to Hawaii with my grandmother, and they left my older sister to watch me
and my little sister. It was good Friday, and I had walked to
a girlfriend's house about a mile away for a party. Back then, I
walked and rode my bike everywhere. Later, it was getting late, so
I decided i'd better be getting home now. I reached the point where I
had to turn onto our street and I noticed the light and the sky again.
There were a lot of clouds that night, but the light seemed to
be moving through them. I wasn't afraid of it. I was just curious.
Our neighborhood was surrounded by hills, with a large cattle and horse ranch
behind our house, and the hills went on for miles. NICKI and I
love to trespass onto the ranch and ride the horses bare back and chase the
cattle. We were tomboys. When I got to our house, I started
up the stairs and I noticed the light coming from under my sister's room.
It was odd that she would be up so late. It was around midnight.
Unlike my room that faced the front, hers faced the back and overlooked
the ranch. I walked over and I opened the door. Her shars were
pulled closed, but there was light coming through them, bouncing off her mirror
and onto her face. My sister seemed to be in some kind of a
trance, and I went over and I opened up the shears, and as
I did so, the light pulled back and then shot straight up into the
sky. She lay down and she slept then, and I tried to wake
her up, but she would not wake up. The next morning, at
breakfast, I asked her what the light was in her room the night before,
and she looked at me puzzled for a minute, and then said what
light. I knew instantly that she had no memory of it. Over the
years, she has told me of fairies visiting her in her room wherever she
has lived. It was not until I was in my late fifties that I
realized that she was an abductee. She has no memory of it, but
they continue to visit her. I eventually brought it up again, but she
insists that the fairies visit her. My sister is an artist who doesn't put
deep thought into things like this, so I left it a lot because I
didn't want to upset her. But I know what I saw. Oh that's
cool. Is it possible. Is it possible that something from let's say outer
space, assuming it's from outer space, could be from under the ocean.
I don't know where these aliens come from, but is it possible that they
could visit people, abduct them, take them away, bring them back,
and they never know what happened. Those stories kind of give me the creeps,
but they really are fascinating, and there are a lot of documented stories
like this. I just thought it was interesting. It's a great story.
Thank you to the writer for sending it. Okay, there's a person who
comments on my videos and he's been asking I think it's a He has been
asking over and over for a dog man's story, and I don't get many
dog man stories. I even did a search. I think there's about twenty
five hundred emails in my inbox, probably two thousand of those or encounter stories
people have sent to me. I did a search for dog man trying to
find some dog man stories. And this is the only one that popped up.
So if you guys have had some kind of dog man experience, send
it to me. We need some of those for this channel because people enjoy
them. But anyway, this person, I'm not going to give her name,
but here's what she writes. This is a dog man's story, and
it's pretty creepy. In mid August of two thousand and three, we lived
in a small town in Wexford County, located in the northern lower half of
Michigan. At the time, we had eight grown ducks and a couple of
dozen hens. We kept them in a well built coup, but we lost
a couple of hens in our rooster to weasels. Those weasels are nasty critters
and they're known for rating hen houses. But when even more hens began to
disappear, we decided that it wasn't just the weeeze at work. We suspected
that our neighbor, he was a cruel man that we didn't care for,
may have been helping himself to our birds. And then one morning my husband
came in from feeding the hens before work and he said, hey, did
you say there was a trapper or a tracker that lives in Buckley. Yeah,
I said, Will you give him a call see if he can come
out here. My husband answered in an abrupt tone that kind of scared me.
I wanted to know why. I wanted to know what was wrong,
what had he been seeing? Just call him, he said, And don't
let the kids play in the backyard was the only answer he gave me That
really frightened me. I got in touch with the tracker and he came out
a day or so later. By the un every duck we had was gone,
as we're over half of our hens. The tracker was an older fella
in his late sixties who looked every inch of the part. It was obvious
that he knew what he was doing. He walked over to the empty duck
pen and studied the ground, and then searched the area around the chicken coop
with the same precision. Looking up, he gave me a weird look and
he said, you might want to send the kids inside. My children were
two and four back then. My heart was beginning to jump out of my
chest even before I demanded to know why what the hell was he seeing?
Please, he answered, with a gentle smile, Send the kids into the
house, he said. The tracker continued to search the turf around the coop
for several more minutes before stopping and looking up. He focused on a tree
that was a few feet from the coop, and he said, I thought,
so, gotcha. My eyes traced upwards along the long trunk until I
saw them. There were four huge claw marks that were slashed into the bark
twenty feet above the ground. The tracker backed away and continued his search,
this time expanding it to him include the ground around the tree as well.
A minute later, he called me over and he pointed to the largest footprint
I had ever seen. What made that? I gasp? Have your husband
call me as soon as he can, was the man's only reply. When
my husband got home that night, he made the call, and I could
tell by watching his face that the things the tracker was saying on the other
end were not good. There were a lot of okay, yeah, are
you sure I understand? With each word my stomach churned a little more.
All right, what's going on? I asked when he finally hung up the
phone. My husband is part Nate of American and he gave me a serious
look, and he answered don't let the kids play in the backyard, and
don't be outside after dark. Do you hear me? Okay, I answered
slowly. But why it's what I was thinking it was, he said.
I didn't want to say anything until I got confirmation from the tractor. And
you may not believe this, but he thinks, and I do too,
that we're dealing with a dog man, a really big dog man. Well
how do you reply to that? And I stood there staring at him for
a minute, trying to wrap my mind around what my husband had just said,
before I finally managed to say, are you serious? Yes, he
said, my husband is not a BS kind of guy. Even if he
were, no one would joke about something involving the safety of their own children.
Well, I believed him, and for the next few nights we slept
in our front room. My husband kept a shotgun beside the bed, and
from there we could see the chicken coop through the big window. On the
third night, we were lying there half asleep when my husband quietly said,
did you hear that? No, I answered, honestly, but he was
already up and loading the shotgun. Get the big flashlight ready, he said,
And when I give the signals shine it on the coop. I did
as I was and I waited, and my husband went to the back door
and he looked at me and he whispered, go. I turned on the
light and aimed it right at the coop, and as I did so,
something huge jumped out from the side of it. It moved so quickly that
I didn't see much more than the yellowish red eye shine. There was a
good nine feet above the ground, and I was also able to tell that
it was standing on two legs. My husband was out the door as soon
as the light came on, and he's a good shot, and I knew
that he had hit it. I could see a dark shadow as it turned
and leaped across the coop, and with one stride, it vanished into the
woods. A few seconds later, we heard a horrible sound that was somewhere
between a shriek and an extremely powerful howl. We didn't have any more animals
come up missing after that, but to be safe, we didn't let the
kids play in the backyard. I thought we were done with that entire thing,
and then in September, about a month later, my husband came home
from work one night and he said, I saw it again. My first
thought was, oh, my god, not again. He was on his
way to work that morning, taking the back roads as he always did,
when he saw something down in the ditch beside the road. He slowed down,
thinking it might be a deer or a bear that could jump out in
the road. But it wasn't. What it was. A massive creature rose
up and crossed the road from one side to the other in two strides,
and it looked straight at my husband and then it was gone. He said
it was at least seven feet tall, and then it walked on two legs,
and he said it had the face of a dog. Oh, man,
can you imagine anything more horrifying than that? Do these things? I
don't know much about dog men, but are they known for attacking people?
It's like, do they prey on people? It sounds like a werewolf to
me, But I know there's a difference between dogmen and werewolf. Were Wolves
change from humans to wolves and back to humans, and dog men are supposedly
just dog men. That's what I hear from everybody when I ask that question.
But are they predators on humans? I don't know. Just seeing one
of these things seems scary. To me, it's a great story. To
the writer, I really appreciate you sending it. And again, that's my
only dog Man story that I could find. There may be more in there,
but if I do a search in Google that says dog man dogm a
N it should pop up in my search. If that word is anywhere in
the email, A few of them pop up, but they're not stories,
they're something else. They're like, hey, look at this video of the
dog man or whatever. Anyway, there's a great story. Thank you man
for sending it. Let's see. I think this podcast is scheduled to go
out Thursday afternoon, and I've decided on the spur of the moment to go
to Land between the Lakes. The Sawdust Beast crew is having a meet and
greet camp out this weekend. I was going to take my wife. I
was going to hook up our travel trailer and go up there so she can
meet everybody, but she just kind of wants to hang out here by herself.
I think she wants to get rid of me, which is fine with
me. I'm going to go up there by myself and just tent camp.
So as you're listening to this, I'm probably setting up my tent right now.
And if you live close to LBL, I don't know exactly the name
of the campground. I know how to get there, but I don't know
the name of it. Check the Sawdust Beast facebook page. I'm sure they've
talked about it on their Facebook page about where it is, when it is
and all. But I think it starts Friday morning. I'm just going a
little early because my wife wants to get rid of me, and I'm going
to oblige her. I'm out there at LBL with all the dog men and
the boogers. All right, Thank y'all for listening to this podcast, and
we'll see on the next one. Thanks