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And I want what are your reportting? I got a screen of going
on here something just to fly dog? Something killed your dog? My dog?
We're flying through the or over the tread. I don't know how it
did it? Okay, damn, And I'm really confused now. As I
saw was my dog coming over the fence, and they did when you hit
the groul, I didn't have seen any cards. Also I saw was my
dog coming over the fence? Dan? Why what are you reporting? We
got someone or something crawling around out here? Do you see what it was
worth? It was it ending up here? Looking up new the one tho.
No, I don't need anything. I don't want to run right great?
Anybody hello, get the body out here? What pot out the thought?
I'm a venture body nine. I don't know. Easy en out there.
Yeah, I'm looking right out. Are you telling me that these ravenous
beasts listen to Bigfoot? Now? You don't really expect us to believe that
Maurice coughed as they said talking over dinner a few nights later. I'll be
the first to admit that this was getting stranger and stranger as time went on.
But this was happening, and we had no choice but to go with
the hand that was being played out in front of us. I never in
a million years would have thought that either, so I fully understand where she
was coming from. I thought for sure that these things could tear anything that
it encountered to shreds. Maybe that's why they don't leave the woodline. Maybe
they can't. John said, what about the ones that venture out over here?
Though, Connie said, what they're exempt from the rules? I'm sure
they had to be boundaries. If man are somehow controlled by Bigfoot. As
weird as that is, there had to be some understanding. In all honesty,
have any of us seen these creatures outside the woods? I mean apart
from the one that I drew into the corn, and of course that time
that it crossed the road, I said, they all thought about it.
Well, no, come to think of it, I have it, Connie
said, that night I saw it. It was behind the trees, but
still technically in the woods. John interrupted. It came out that night when
we were there, and it scratched your truck. It also came up and
tore up the side of y'all's house when Ashton and his family lived there too.
I also think that's the same one that I shot John. I said,
maybe that one is the rogue one. There has to be one in
every group. My grandpa told me one time that when the children of the
Bigfoot grow up, if they're bad, so to speak, they cast them
out. Then the Bigfoot have to fend for themselves. Maybe it's the same
way here for the dog man. I knew it was all speculation. We
didn't know anything about these creatures. I only know what I know about Bigfoot
because of my grandpa. I had no doubt, however, that they are
more to those than what my grandpa told me. So what do you guys
think Ashton's wife will say about what he's planning, Connie asked, I can
only assume that she's not going to want him to do it, after what
they dealt with while they were here. John said, that's the whole reason
they moved to begin with. And here he is wanting to go back into
the woods. I knew that that would be a possibility. He could come
back here or call John and say that his wife just wasn't going to let
him go back in there knowing what she does. I can't say that I
blame her after we faced what we did in the woods that night, I
hoped not though we could really use it. Since he lived here and went
out there with John, he still knew more than Connie and me. Also,
seeing as how he had more experiences with these things, even more than
John, he would be very instrumental in helping us. I don't know,
Connie said. He seemed pretty adamant about coming back. I guess time will
tell, But we need to start restocking all of our supplies, I said,
I'm going to pick up more WWAKEE talkies. Marie, I know you
don't want anything to do with this, and I understand I wouldn't dare ask
you to go back into those woods with us, but we still need your
help if you're willing to do that for us. Marie was quiet. I
knew she wanted to stay as far away from this thing as possible, but
she also wanted to be there for her husband and for her friends. How
can I help you guys if I'm not in the woods, Murray finally asked,
isn't that where most of the stuff is going to happen? Well?
Not necessarily Marie. John said, we could have you stay inside at Mark
and Connie's house to be a lookout. You would have your own walkee talkie
for communication, and if you happen to see anything at all, you would
just let us know. That's simple. That keeps you out of harm's way
but still allows you to be a part of this whole thing. I know,
deep down you want to help, but I also know that your fear
of these creatures is controlling you. I get it. They have set up
every safety measure that they can. If anything at all comes on their property,
the whole thing lights up like it's noon in the middle of the day.
So what do you say? Can you help us out by doing that?
John made it as simple as he could for her. He wanted her
to feel included and still give her some kind of control that would also help
with her fear. Before Marie had a chance to answer, John's phone rang
it was Ashton. John put the phone on speaker so we could all listen.
Hey, so I talked to my wife. She's not entirely sold on
the whole idea of me going to chase monsters in the woods with my friends.
However, she's sympathetic to the position that you all are in. She
remembered how she felt when we lived here. I explained everything to her and
told her about the background that we all had in Honey, she knows that
our chances of survival would be greater than any novice hunter going out there.
That said, She's agreed to me going out with you guys, but only
if she can be there as well. However, she doesn't want to be
in the woods where either these creatures live. Would it be okay if she
stayed at Mark and Connie's. I jumped on the opportunity. If Marie came
along, she wouldn't be alone, and she would be with someone who shared
in her opinion about these creatures and how crazy we were for going after them.
Tell her that's fine, I told John. You can let her know
I'll be there as well, Marie said, smiling. She won't be sitting
around an empty house all by herself. John smiled at Marie and let Ashton
know that everything would be good on all accounts. Great, Ashton said,
we will be sending our kids to their grandparents whichever night we come over.
You guys, just let me know a day and I'll let you know when
we're on our way. Well, that takes care of that, Connie said,
standing up from the table. Come on, Marie, I'll help you
with the dishes. They both walked into the kitchen, and John and I
walked outside to the front deck. The sun hadn't quite set yet, and
we still hadn't heard anything around either of their property since the Bigfoot had chased
off the dog man. How crazy is this whole situation? I asked John.
Did you ever think in a million years we would become great friends and
end up chasing big, bad, scary monsters at night through the woods.
John laughed. I can't say that I did. Mark not what I expected
the first night we met you and Connie, that's for sure. Monsters or
not. I was glad that we had formed a friendship with them. I
don't remember ever having a friendship quite like this. We shared a lot of
commonalities. I think that helps strengthen our bond even more. Then you throw
in monster hunting, there's an aspect to a friendship. I had laid in
bed one night, almost comparing us to the Ghostbusters, but instead of chasing
Slimmer of the Stapuff marshmallow Man it was dog man in Bigfoot. In situations
like this, you have to make the best of it. You can either
laugh at it or live in fear of it. We may not have proton
packs or a ghost trap, but we're going to do the best that we
can. Some people say that these trail camps can keep them away, So
we're going to get these set up in the woods as far back as we
can. I think we at least need ten or twelve of them to put
up. Connie and I just went and bought some for our back lot for
the animals, so we can use those if we need to. If we're
keeping these things away from us all together, we won't need these for our
property anymore. That is, if they even work and keeping them away.
I said, yeah, that's the plan anyway. I would also love to
know what power Bigfoot have over the dog men. I'll have to see if
I can drum up any more information about that. It all seemed strange to
me, John said, I had to agree with him. Granted, Bigfoot
generally stood head and shoulders above the dogmen in the woods, and they were
certainly bigger in stature, But the dog men were or seemed to be more
vicious, sharp teeth, long claws, and a ravenous appetite. But nonetheless
there were somehow controlled by them. John, you know what I thought of,
I asked, moving to the edge of my chair. What's that,
partner, he asked, These bigfoot have had to be here all along.
I was just thinking of the situation as a whole, and everything that we
had learned from Ashton, he said. He and his wife had ran from
a high end of looking dog man and it didn't chase them. Connie was
in the car and it didn't come after her out of the tree line.
The only time one of these dogmen made any kind of a threatening maneuver towards
us is when we were in the woods. Right. So, since that's
the case, the big foot would have had to have been there, no
doubt about it, I explained excitedly. So the one that you shot that
did break the line absolutely had to have gone rogue. But that still poses
a problem for us. It didn't die after you shot it in the face.
Does that mean that any of them can be killed at all? John
asked. I had thought about that time and time again, but I could
never come up with a logical explanation. None of this was logical anyway,
Maybe we won't be able to maybe they can only be killed by a bigfoot.
Look, I know that sounds crazy, but honestly, John, this
is all crazy. I think we have to start looking at this a little
more outside the box than we have been. We come at this from a
logical state of mind, and this is so illogical it isn't even funny.
So knowing what we do now, we need to look at this differently.
I think that this will help us in the long run, probably not to
defeat the dogmen ourselves, but trusting that somehow Bigfoot can. John slowly rocked
in his rocking chair, trying to process everything I just told him. I
knew it was a stretch, but we'd done everything else. We are,
after all, dealing with not one, but two creatures that aren't even supposed
to exist, much less both on the same property. At the same time.
We need to get back into the woods to investigate. But I think
we should do it during the day at first. I know dog men come
out during the day, but not quite as often as they do Under the
cover of darkness. They'll be more cautious and not as apt to attack us.
There's no time to waste, John said. The next morning, as
soon as the sun rose over the horizon, we all met up at our
house. Marie was set up in the kitchen with Alwaukee for communication, and
John, Connie and I were geared up and ready to set off into the
woodline. We gave a few brief instructions to Marie and we left. We
had looked online for what others had found when it came to bigfoot, tree
structure, examples, broken tree limbs, and what possible Bigfoot nests look like.
We hungered for everything we could get our hands on a relation to these
two cryptids. Never remember. John said, as we drove the short drive
into the wood line. This is a scouting mission only. We aren't going
in to kill anything unless it comes at us first. Ashton will be here
tomorrow night. That's when we can hopefully be able to hunt to kill.
Today we are simply looking for signs of Bigfoot, but maybe we'll stumble across
something that shows that dog Man is in the same area as well. We
trecked the rough terrain off trail. It was so much thicker this way,
but Bigfoot doesn't follow trails unless they're own game trails. That is, most
of the encounters my grandpa had happened when he went off trail to hunt deer.
He would always come back home covered in scratches from briar bushes, covered
in mosquito bites, and crawling with ticks. My grandma always gave him down
the country for that too, but he never let it stop him. I
remember as a child when I would go there on my summer breaks from school,
but I always stayed on the trail. I didn't want any part of
what my grandma would dish out if I didn't. I never had one single
encounter with them. Maybe that's why I stayed on the trail. They knew
I was there, and they didn't want me to know where they were.
Scouting Off trail was the way to go in this case. That would give
us our best chance to find some of these tree structures or anything else related
to them. We would also have the best chance of maybe sneaking up on
one of them, like Connie and I did that day. That is,
if that was a big foot and not a bear. We finally made our
way down to the water. John instantly froze when he saw it. I
certainly understood why. This was the first time he had been back in this
place since that dreadful night that we looked hale right in the face. Are
you okay to keep going, John, I asked, as the fear was
emanating off of them. We all stood still until John was ready to go
forward. He took a few deep breaths, and we moved along. The
rain had washed away all the blood, so there was literally nothing left of
that night except our trauma memories and our own account of what happened to us.
We knew that no one else would believe us except those we had already
told, and they only believed us because they had experiences of their own.
I don't know if I would ever be brave enough to go into one of
those encounter shows that we'd listened to. However, based on others courage to
tell their story, we ourselves had learned a lot. Connie had walked ahead
of John and I and we saw her leaning over at a nearby tree limb.
What do you got there, Connie, I asked as I walked up
to her. These tree limb brakes are so inconclusive. How can you really
tell what did this? She asked? As she lifted the broken portion of
the tree limb up. Well, it's not the whole tree limb, it's
just the portion of the limb that's broken. John said, But I agree,
it's hard to say with any certainty. Let's keep moving ahead and see
if we can find something else. We had walked quite a ways through the
brush, and right in the midst of her walking, Connie frozen. Pointed
the cave. She exclaimed, We're too close. We must turn around.
We're right at their front door. John and I walked over and hid behind
a big boulder and looked over at the cave. We must have walked clear
around the opposite way, and we're looking at the cave from the other side.
There wasn't any movement at all from inside, no noises, no smells.
The fact that there could have been close to ten dog men in there
really hit home for us. Just then we saw one on all fours making
its way to the front of the cave from the side. We all knelt
down so it wouldn't see us. It must be protecting them so they can
sleep. I think I read somewhere that Sasquatch had what some people called daywatchers
to protect the ones who sleep. I think that's what this one's doing.
John whispered that dogmen on all fours had a shoulder height of at least three
or four feet tall. Once it stood up, it would be much taller.
We had to figure out a way to get out of this before this
thing caught wind of us. We need to start making our way back home
now, Connie said. I don't like this at all. I think we
may be out of range for the walkie talkie because we haven't heard anything from
Marie. The fear on Connie's face was very clear. At times, when
something scared her, she would get angry. I could see it building.
I stood in front of her and made her stop for a minute, just
to breathe. I know seeing one is terrifying. Seeing one in broad daylight
is even worse. Just take a second, mark. We may not have
a second until this thing smells us. We have to go now, Connie
said angrily. She took off, not being quiet at all. She was
snapping twigs and breaking branches as she swiftly moved along. That's all it took.
This dog man snapped its head around and scanned the area where we were.
It let out a loud howl and then headed in our direction. Mark,
Connie, run, it's coming, John yield. No need to be
quiet anymore. We took off out of there, like a bad out of
hell. We ran as hard as we could. We heard it coming through
the trees. Snarling echoed from behind us, and it felt as though each
second would be our last. We made it back to the water and quickly
stopped to take a break and catch our breath as much as we could,
since the noises had lessened, John also reached out to Marie to let her
know what happened. Shortly afterwards, though, we started feeling small pelts hitting
against our packs. We all looked around, confused nothing. We all looked
up, thinking that maybe something was falling naturally from the trees. However,
none of the trees we were surrounded by dropped anything like acorns, pine cones,
or anything like that. But still yet the pelts kept coming. Soon
little stones began hitting the water. It was almost like it was raining rocks
every so often. Then the smell hit us, the smell that we had
smelled the first day in the woods. It's here, Connie said, as
she eyed us surroundings with her weapon. Drawn. Now is this dog man
or is it bigfoot? I couldn't answer her question, and neither could John.
The fact of the matter is, the day we smelled it, we
couldn't figure it out either. We left. That was our plan on this
day too. We quickly retreated and made it back home. I was discouraged
that we didn't get on all of our trail cams up, but I was
glad that out of the twelve of them, we'd gotten at least nine of
them put up. We had also seen a possible bigfoot tree break, but
nothing conclusive. But we did find a different way to get to the cave,
and then we were chased by a dog man again afterwards at the water.
What was throwing those small rocks at us? Was it bigfoot? I
mean, I don't see a dog man standing around throwing things at us after
it had been violently chasing us. It seems they would have been more likely
to have just finished the job and attacked us. I couldn't wait for Ashton
to come over tomorrow night. I woke up early the next morning, excited
to start the day. A lot of people would call us crazy. If
anyone had heard us talking about this, they would swear that we had lost
our minds. Hell, before all this started, I would have been the
same way, But I have come to grips with this lifestyle. Maybe not
the cryptid jungle as Connie called it, but no matter what is going on
out here, I knew this is where we belonged. I could feel it.
Stay tuned for more Sasquat Jealousy will be right back. After these messages,
the day was longer than normal, and I knew why it was hot
and muggy. So when the sun sets this evening, it'll be great.
Johnny, Marie came over a little after four that afternoon. We all had
an early dinner together and gathered up everything we would need before Ashton and his
wife showed up. Connie and I had taken down all the trail camps from
around our property earlier in the day. We also went out to get more
walkie talkies. After everything was collected and loaded up, Connie went in and
made coffee for Marie and Ashton's wife. Not long after they showed up,
they both came to the door and we welcomed the men. Ashton shook her
hands and introduced himself to Marie, since she wasn't there the first time he
came over. This is my wife's a brain, Ashton said. We all
introduced ourselves and made our way to the kitchen. I made some fresh coffee.
Connie said to Sabrina, please make yourself at home. If you need
anything at all, just let Marino and she'll help you. Everything was ready
to go, and I was chomping at the bit to get into the woods.
I threw on my backpack and went outside to wait on everyone else.
About ten minutes later they piled out the door and we were off. We
climbed into the truck and drove down to the wood line. We sat and
waited until the sun had almost set. The cool breeze felt nice as we
got out of the truck. Truth be told, I had already started sweating,
just under the weight of my pack and the cameo I'd put on.
We came out earlier in the day yesterday. I thought we weren't going to
find anything, but I was wrong. We did find a possible tree break
from a big foot, but we weren't sure if it was from one of
them, maybe another animal walking by and breaking it, or something else.
Altogether. We also found an alternate route to the opposite side of the cave.
That's when everything blew up. Then we experienced something that was strange,
a pungent smell by the water, and then something was pelting us with small
rocks. So how exactly did everything blow up, though, Ashton asked,
I explained everything that happened. Ashton looked around and said, well, that
certainly does add a degree of difficulty for tonight. As far as what you
said earlier, the tree break could indicate bigfoot, I can't be sure,
but it's very common that they throw things at people. Also, no one
really knows why, though it could be them saying that they recognized that you're
there, or even that you've interrupted their hunt Before that. Did you hear
anything nothing like that, Ashton, John said, it was as quiet as
it could be. Come to think of it. There weren't any noises at
all, nothing from insects or any other type of animal. He was right.
I never even picked up on it, But that's true, we completely
missed it. If something large is moving through the woods, everything else would
be silent. This is where Mark and John encountered the dog man face to
face. Connie said, as we stood near the water, John sighed,
if you were looking through this opening, his whole head filled up that clearing.
He was blacker than black fur, covered in blood, red eyes,
sharp teeth, and his breath was not so hot. Then I shot it
in the face. I said. It could have been lying there just over
that large amount of dirt at the bottom should be, but it wasn't.
Yeah, the whole thing sounds bizarre, Ashton said as he looked around.
It's a little quieter than I would prefer. Now. It could only mean
that they're around now, them or the big Foot, maybe even both.
Let's start getting the rest of these trail cams up. Police Connie said.
The first one should go here around that tree, facing towards the clearing.
Yes, you can't see it because it's so dark, but if you look
straight out you can see the cave half a mile from here. John said.
We hung the two trail cams in that area because it's the closest to
our house in our property. We hung the as went up near the water.
Whether it's dog Man or Bigfoot hanging around for the fish, we should
get a picture of it. Then hopefully it'll stay in the woods. We
prayed that it would anyway. We carefully made it up to where we'd found
the tree break earlier, and Ashton agreed that we couldn't be positive it was
done on purpose or by another animal in the woods, you know, the
kind that belonged here. Ashton hung one of the trail camps on that tree
as well, since it was near the cave on the opposite side. Let
me ask your opinion, Ashton. The other night, Connie and I were
sitting on the back deck and one of these dogmen came tearing through the woods
in our direction. It broke the barrier and all of our halogen lights came
on. But then we heard a bigfoot yale. I'm sure that's what it
was. It wasn't a howl, it was a yale. As soon as
that happened, the dogman backed off and went back into the woods. It
never came after us. After that we ran inside. So I was putting
two and two together, or at least trying to the only thing it makes
sense is that somehow these bigfoot creatures are controlling the dog man. They have
to be. They're keeping them in the woodline. The one that you and
John saw while out hunting, and the one that scratched your house had to
be a rogue. We also thought that the one I shot had to be
a rogue too. Have you ever seen such a thing? I can't say
that I have, Ashton said curiously, that, of course doesn't mean that
it's not a thing. I just haven't heard of it. But then again,
there aren't too many things about this topic that adds up. Connie reached
out and hastily grabbed my arm. Do you hear that? She asked,
in a panic tone. It's something heavy moving out in front of us.
It's going to get us Mark. We have to go now. She yield.
I reached over and quickly covered her mouth before she had the chance to
yell again. Look, you're not new to this. You have to be
quiet. Yes this is a massive beast, and yes it's also an animal
of some sort. Handle this as you would any normal hunting trip, you
would, and dare yell like that. I removed my hand from her mouth.
She was breathing heavily, and fire flew from her eyes in anger.
A loud tree knock broke the tension of the situation. What the Ashton said,
bigfoot, I said, listen to the footfalls they're retreating back away from
us. Two more knocks followed, and then once again silence. Everything fell
as silent as it was when we first got there. Ashton looked at me
in surprise. I told you, they control them. It's like a knock
of the trees keeps the danger away from us, I said. Ashton let
out a small whoop into the darkness, and he got a grunt in return.
We walked maybe a mile further into a clearing, and we found what
appeared to be a footprint, but before we could examine it, a midsized
tree got pushed over. We're too close. We have to back out of
here, Ashton said. There was no time to explain as we stood up
and listen to a different type of thrashing sound. Ashton's eyes were huge.
Been in the cover of darkness. They're coming. Get out of here now,
he exclaimed. They say you don't gotta go home, but you can't
stay. I don't want to be alone the world out. Try to try
that time Everything coming right, baby, joy for me, Your stay right
down, I'm coming right aways. Time for busses, schools. He has
mass used insis