Now one of your pudding. I got a string going on here, something
just cause my dog. Something killed your dog. My dog. We're flying
through the or over the tree. I don't know how it did it,
Okay, Damn, I'm really confused. All I saw is my dog coming
over the fence and he was dead. And once you hit the ground like,
I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog coming over
the fence. Sap, what are you putting? We got some wonder or
something crawling around out here. Did you see what it was or was it
was? Standing enough. I'm out here looking through the window now and I
don't see anything. I don't want to go outside. Jesus Chraice, you
better hello, get somebody out here when I'm out there. It's thought of
a bitch of about tick forty nine. I don't know easy out there,
Yep, I'm booking right. Hey. I've got a story to share that
happened back in the early eighties when I was still an active duty shriff deputy.
It was something I'll never forget, and I think it's high time I
shared it with others so that they might hear it and know that they're not
alone. I've been listening to your show since the very beginning, and I
appreciate your approach to the subject and the way that you treat the witnesses that
come on to tell their stories. You being a former police officer is an
added bonus for me. I know that you had to see some real shit
as an Atlanta police officer, and I can tell that makes you a better
interviewer. I'm telling my story to you now only because you've earned my respect.
So one day I get this call from this elderly couple who lived way
out in the Boonies. They were all riled up because some chickens had gone
missing from their coup and they had been hearing some strange noises night. Now,
chickens go missing all the time, and there's always strange noises in the
woods. But I figured I'd go check it out, just to be on
the safe side. So I drive over to their place, and what do
I see. The coop was wide open, and it looked like someone or
something with hands had broken the latch and opened it up. Now that was
just the start of something really weird, because over the next few years,
I found myself responding to calls at the same house time and time again.
Now, as if the chicken heist wasn't enough, this couple starts discovering these
massive footprints in their field. Now I saw these things a couple of times
myself. We're talking about human looking footprints that were over eighteen inches long.
Shortly after they saw the first set of footprints, they started losing cows left
and right. It was just like the cows were vanishing into thin air or
something. I joked with my fellow deputies one time that I thought the cows
were being taken by aliens, but it really was. They would just up
and disappear like a fart in the one end. I honestly didn't pay it
much attention at first. I just thought the old couple might be seeing things
or hearing things and just having a run of bad luck with the cows and
the chickens, you know. But then one night I got a call with
them saying that something was lurking around outside their house. They sounded terrified,
so I hopped them up patrol car and I raced over there as fast as
I could. When I pulled down into their driveway, I couldn't believe my
eyes. Right there in the headlights of my car stood a creature that I
never thought i'd see in my lifetime. It was a sasquatch, a real
life sasquatch. This thing was humongous. It was at least eight feet tall,
and it was covered with hair from head to toe. This thing was
standing between their house and this small outbuilding that covered up the head of the
couple's well. This thing froze when my headlights hid it, and it looked
directly into my eyes. Those huge dark eyes, man, they pierced right
through me. This thing looked at me for a couple of seconds, and
then it turned around and bolted, and it moved faster than anything I'd ever
seen move before. Before I could even get my car and park, it
was gone. Now, let me tell you, seeing that sasquatch changed everything
for me. I couldn't deny what I saw. I went from being a
skeptic to a true believer in just a matter of a few seconds. And
now I feel like it's my duty to share my story with as many folks
as possible. People need to know these things are out there wandering around in
the shadows. So I'm here writing you now, hoping that my words will
reach far and wide. I have no intentions of coming on the show.
That's not what this is all about. This is simply about getting the story
out there to as many people as possible that may be going through the same
thing that that old man and woman were going through. After seeing what I
saw that night, I had to go into the house and tell them the
truth. I wanted them to know this thing was around their house and it
was probably what had taken their chickens and cows. I had a duty to
serve and protect, and I know you can relate. I took that oath
very seriously, even if I had to look like I'd lost my mind and
tell these folks I'd just seen bigfoot in their yard. They were kind and
generous people, and they were obviously shocked when I told them what I saw.
They said they appreciated me coming out so quickly, and that I'd been
honest with them, even at the risk of somemon like I was crazy to
be honest with you. I still don't know if they truly believed me when
I told them I saw bigfoot in their yard. They never called me again
after that night. I would stop by and see them from time to time
when I was on patrol, and I even ask them a couple of times
if they had any more issues. They said they hadn't seen anything or heard
anything strange, and that they hadn't lost any more animals. They both passed
away just a few months apart that following year. After seeing what I saw
that night, I couldn't let it go. I retired in the late night,
and after the Internet became more accessible, I started investigating every sasquatch siding
and every encounter I could find, and boy, let me tell you,
there were way more than I'd ever imagined. I reached out to other law
enforcement officers, park rangers, and even civilian folks that had claimed to see
these creatures. It turns out that my sasquatch encounter was the tip of the
iceberg. These reports were all over the country, from the dense forest and
the Pacific Northwest to the remote swamps of Florida. Some claimed to have seen
them lurking around their campsites, and others caught glimpses of massive forms dashing through
the trees. It seemed like sasquatch sightings were happening more frequently than anybody realized.
But I believe that most folks are too scared or too embarrassed to talk
about it. I started putting together my own file, collecting witness statements and
any other evidence I could find. I even reached out to a few cryptozoologists
and anthropologists who could maybe shed some light on these creatures. What I learned
was fascinating, and it only added to the mystery. These sasquatches are bigfoot,
as some people call them, at least from what I can gather,
seem to be highly intelligent beings that possess a level of stealth and agility that's
allowed them to evade capture for centuries. Their masters of camouflage, and they
blend in seamlessly with their surroundings. But what struck me the most was their
elusiveness. They seemed to be experts at avoiding human contact, yet people including
me, report seeing them all the time. As I got deeper into my
research, I started uncovering ancient legends and folklore from different cultures around the world.
It turns out sasquatchlike creatures have been a part of human history for centuries.
Native American tribes tell tales of encounters with tall, hairy beings that possessed
supernatural powers and guarded the sacred lands. But what was their purpose? Why
did they choose to reveal themselves to some and remain hidden from others? These
kind of questions still haunt me to this day, and I'm still trying to
piece together the puzzle. It is clear to me that something bigger is at
play here, and these things are way beyond our comprehension. I truly do
believe that sasquatches are more than just a mythical creature and figments of our imagination.
They are guardians of our natural world, protecting the balance between man and
nature. But as our world and croaches further into their territories, these sasquatch
are being forced to retreat deeper into the wilderness. They're like ghosts vanishing before
our very eyes as human civilization expands, and it's up to us to find
a way to coexist and to respect their domain and preserve the fragile bond between
our worlds. So Brian sasquatch are not just creatures of legend. They are
real sentient beings who deserve I respect and protection. And if by chance you
come face to face with the sasquatch, just remember, I've been there too,
So I'll continue my and I'll share my knowledge with anybody who's willing to
listen. But I don't want any fame or fortune from it. I just
want people to know that they exist. I know because I've seen one.
In two thousand and six, there was a spat of bigfoot sightings in the
vicinity of Pine Ridge Native American Reservation in South Dakota. People began to call
in with numerous reports of seeing a ten to fifteen foot tall brood of a
beast stalking about the wilds with a hunchback, and in some cases even bizarrely
reported wearing a stove pipe hat. The sightings flooded the reservation's law enforcement agency,
the Oglala Siue Tribe Department of Public Safety. But among these, perhaps
the most compelling is a report made by officers at the scene of such an
account. The report was made by an officer by the name of James Twist,
who would tell the site crypto mundo. Hello, my name is James
Twist. I am a police officer on the Pine Ridge Reservation. I am
passing on information regarding the rash of sightings of a tall man or bigfoot on
the Pine Ridge Reservation. During one of these sidings, I had our department's
thermal imaging camera and along with six officers, I did in fact pick up
a large heat signature on the camera. Unfortunately, we did not have a
recorder yet for the camera, so we weren't able to record it. We
did watch it as it moved away from us down a gully, but it
was missed by the other officers as they tried to find it with their flashlights.
It is hard to explain as it must have already been past the officers
before they arrived on scene. We watched it go into a creek area which
runs through town. We heard a flurry of dogs barking, but wasn't able
to locate it. Also, to set the record straight, the first two
sidings was called in as a ten to fifteen foot tall man who appeared to
be wearing a stove top hat and a long coat. It was reported to
have been peeking into apartment complex common rooms, where there were several witnesses.
In twenty fifteen, there was a curious report making its rounds from police officers
in the state of Pennsylvania. According to a report on the site Crypto Sidings
a police officer in McDade Park in Lakawana County, Pennsylvania, said that he
was out on patrol when he noticed a looming, dark shade leaning over the
roadway with a large hairy section, including a big hairy wrist an extremely muscular
leg. The officer, who claims that he's an eighteen year veteran of the
force, said of his outlandish encounter, I was driving on patrol in McDade
Park in Scranton, PA. It was late at night, and I was
checking the park, making sure that it was okay, and I just noticed
a very dark object leaning over the edge of the road near the pool.
As I drove past, I passed extremely close to the object, close enough
for me to feel shocked to see a hairy section as well as a muscled
leg and a big hairy wrist in hand. As the creature turned, I
screamed and grabbed for my cellphone to snap a picture while also grabbing for my
gun. I slammed on my brakes and I was ready to shoot. I'm
combat trained and I have a weapon. I just had to see what the
hell of this was. I wanted to see the entire thing for myself,
but what can I say? Whatever it was for me was either a huge
monkey or a bigfoot. I'm not going to go public with this because it
would cost me my job. There's something in that park. I've heard stories
about something roaming around the park late at night. Interestingly, there is another
police officer report from Pennsylvania in August of twenty seventeen, who on this evening,
was driving along a road in a wooded location in southwestern section of Westmoreland
County, PA, and he had a rather bonker's close encounter. As he
made his way through the gloom of this remote place. He says that he
noticed the odd detail of a slivery sheen of light ahead low to the ground.
As the officer approached, he then became startled, realizing that the light
was emanating from a ball of light that seemed to be going just ahead of
a decidedly bigfoot light creature. Researcher Stan Gordon would investigate this, and he
says, of this off the wall account, the ball of light was actually
ahead of a very strange being that looked to be about six feet tall or
larger. It was tall and almost skeleton thin. The officer was of the
opinion that the creature when he first observed it, had been lying on its
belly on the ground with its head facing towards the road. It then stood
up facing the road. In that dark location. He saw the dull light
glowing from the head, illuminating the upper section of the body of the creature.
While the officer watched, the creature turned towards the right, the dull
illumination from the head lit up the shoulder area. The creature then turned and
faced him, and then turned to the left and took off at an incredible
rate of speed towards a location away from the road. As it moved off,
the witness could see its arms swinging. The officer indicated that it took
off at a speed that he could only call abnormal. It was faster than
anything I'd ever seen. It was there, and then it was gone.
The officer assumed that the creature moved on two legs. However, he couldn't
see the lower sections of the body in the dark. The officer described what
he saw as standing around six feet tall or taller. He said the head
was about eight to ten inches in diameter and shaped like a ball. He
said that the head was just a ball of light, possibly egg shaped but
still pretty round. The light that was being emitted was a dull white.
The light illuminated to the shoulders, to the top of the chest, and
a section of the arms, but he wasn't able to see the hands.
The waist appeared to be small, but the arms were abnormally long. The
long limbs also looked skeletal, with no muscle mass. The skin tone of
the body appeared to be a dull grayish blue. The officer said that he
was unable to see any facial details. The entire experience only lasted about ten
seconds. The officer was confused about what he had saw and how it could
move so fast. He pulled his patrol vehicle to the location where the creature
had been seen standing and turned on the vehicle spotlight. It looked around the
area but saw no evidence on the ground. After the experience, the officer
continued to try to make sense of what he had seen, but he couldn't
figure it out. I was contacted soon after the incident, and we later
discussed the incident in detail. What in the world is going on here?
Finally, we have a report from the BFRO that allegedly happened as recently as
July of twenty nineteen in the state of Wisconsin. The witness is apparently a
respected retired law enforcement veteran who was out driving with his sister and his brother
near Tripoli, Wisconsin, when they had a brush with the truly bizarre.
The witness says, the day was clear and cool. We were traveling approximately
ten to fifteen miles an hour in my Chevy Suburban. I was looking out
across the clearing when I saw a large, reddish brown upright figure moving along
the tree line in the distance. It was too large to be a deer,
and it didn't have the proper height or gate to be a bear.
It had no muzzle or neck, and the smaller trees moved aside like it
was pushing its way out into the woods. Reports like these are truly intriguing
in the way that they come from actual law enforcement personnel, whom we wouldn't
expect to be making up things or telling tall tales. In addition, police
officers are typically thought to have better than average perception skills and eyes for detail,
so whenever one makes an outlanders report of seeing something like this, it
is enough to make one pause and think it's impossible to know if any of
these have any more merit than any of the other reports of the same kind,
And in the end we're all left to speculate and ponder such odd accounts
from these supposedly traditionally reliable witnesses. Is there anything to it at all?
Do police officers count as better than average or more reliable witnesses. I leave
that for you to decide, and stay tuned for more sasquatch oat to see.
We'll be right back. After these messages, Michael and his team of
bigfoot investigators entered into an area of the Sierras in which there had been substantial
bigfoot activity in the past, actions in the form of wood knox howls,
branch snapping, and the like, but no formal sightings of the physical creature.
They had a four person team that night, equipped with night vision,
infrared, and sound detection equipment. They were loaded for bear that night.
Should they see a bigfoot, they would be ready. Two of the men
in their team were about fifty yards away from Michael and another team member named
Sammy at around three am when the men were startled by a loud crunch breaking
the silence where they were standing. Sammy and Michael turned immediately after hearing the
sound coming from their left, just in time to catch a bigfoot that appeared
to be standing up from where he had been sitting on a downed tree.
Michael was able to get to his infrared and he saw the signature in the
size of this massive being. But after only a few seconds, the beast
bolted and ran into the trees at a ridiction Illis rate of speed, and
it was gone. Immediately. They were on the radio reporting to the other
members what had happened, summoning them to the area right away. The other
members of the team were there in minutes, and they were standing shoulder to
shoulder surveying the dark forest, looking and listening with their equipment, but seeing
and hearing nothing. But then all of a sudden, the whole forest in
front of about a two hundred foot wide section lit up with blue light.
It looked like twenty cars lined up in a row with really bright blue headlights.
There was no sound, just the light. It was so creepy that
Michael's hair stood up on the end. All the men were really scared,
but it didn't stop there. Suddenly figures started appearing from within the blue lights.
There were several of them, and they started moving slowly into the woods.
They all moved together in unison, and they stopped in the same spot,
with the blue light light outlining their shapes. Each figure looked like a
Bigfoot, but they were slightly different in size. They all had cone shaped
heads, long arms, and huge bent shoulders. The men were frozen.
They couldn't speak or move. Michael felt like he was stuck in place,
not scared, but just fascinated in a strange way. It was like a
standoff with no one moving. All of a sudden, white orbs of light
started appearing coming out of the blue lights. They started moving around the trees
near the bigfoot creatures, but all was silent. They couldn't understand how the
lights were there, because there was no way someone could have put them there.
The forest was filled with nothing but tall trees for miles and miles.
Eventually, the orbs went back into the blue light and everything went black.
No one said anything, not even Michael. He started wondering if he was
alone and if all this was just a dream. He thought maybe that he'd
never even gone into the forest with his friends. Then Sammy started groaning and
throwing up, which quickly brought everybody back to reality. They realized they had
dropped their equipment on the ground, and they started looking around while taking care
of Sammy. They didn't talk about what happened to them until days later because
it was just so hard for them to believe. Tasmania, Australia, Summer
of twenty twenty one, the witness Tyson, had a seriously strange encounter.
He was staying in a cozy little cottage owned by his boss, surrounded by
the beautiful forest near the Batman Bridge. One night, after finishing his supper,
Tyson went to bed, laying on his right side facing the window,
but something woke him up suddenly. When he opened his eyes, he saw
a small gray alien standing right beside the window staring at him. To make
matters even weirder, Tyson noticed that he couldn't move and the gray alien had
some sort of mind control power over him. Eventually, Tyson drifted back to
sleep. The next thing he remembers was waking up under a tree in his
yard. He felt dizzy and groggy, as though he had been drugged,
and he was only wearing his underwear. But how did he get there.
As Tyson tried to make sense of it all, two familiar faces appeared in
his yard. One was a coworker and the other was his partner, even
though they had split up some time ago. Tyson found it odd that they
were both there in the middle of the night, and to make things even
stranger, everything around Tyson seemed hazy, like static on a television screen.
As he looked at his coworker, Tyson realized that it wasn't really his coworker
at all, but it was some sort of illusion created by something or somewhat.
It felt like the illusion was trying to stop Tyson from entering his own
house, but he managed to push past it and head towards the back door.
Out of nowhere, a gigantic, hexagon shaped spaceship appeared from the east.
It split into two parts, with one landing in the yard and the
other hovering higher up in the sky. The spaceship had bright lights that terrified
Tyson. He sprinted towards the glass door and rushed inside of his house,
but as soon as he crossed the threshold, everything went silent. No noise,
no spaceship, no strange people, just darkness and quietness. Tyson was
left wondering had it all been a dream. He thought maybe that he had
sleep walked outside like he did sometimes, and he felt a bit tipsy,
even though he hadn't been drinking that night. He checked the yard and everything
said to be calm, so he went back to bed and fell back to
sleep. When he woke up, Tyson felt an intense heaviness in the room.
He opened his eyes and realized that he was floating six inches from the
ceiling. It was like something out of a sci fi movie. As Tyson
regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a chrome bench. He was still
lying on his right side, and standing right there beside him was another non
human creature that looked just like the stereotypical gray alien. Tyson sensed that the
gray's job was to keep him paralyzed using its mind. They were in a
white room and there were three other beings present, all dressed in white trench
coats or lab coats. One of them seemed to be the leader, with
some kind of emblem on his shoulder. He overheard a faint conversation between the
Leader and the grays keeping him paralyzed. At one point, the leader said
something like this is my favorite part, or this is the best part.
Strangely enough, that caused the gray to lose focus on Tyson, and he
had a brief moment of movement. When he looked back, he saw the
beings doing some kind of operation on his legs. They even inserted something large
into his thigh, and after that he couldn't remember anything else. Tyson woke
up at around four am and walked into the kitchen to find his sliding glass
door standing slightly open. That was strange because he had always made sure to
lock it. It confirmed to Tyson that his experience was real. He went
to work at six o'clock that morning and immediately told his coworker Rick, all
about what had happened. Rick was so intrigued that he invited Tyson to come
over after work for a beer to share more details. Tyson agreed, and
they stayed up late drinking and talking. Tyson ended up crashing on Rick's couchs
that night. Guess what, the same eerie thing happened again. Tyson woke
up in the middle of the night to find an alien standing right there in
the middle of the living room, but this time Rick walked in at that
exact moment, looking for a late night drink. Unfortunately, for Rick,
he missed seeing the alien because it vanished into thin hair. Tyson never saw
that being again, but in the months that followed the incident, he started
having trouble with his legs, which he had never had before. Tyson described
the creatures he encountered as the typical grays you would see in the movies.
They had weird shaped heads and big black eyes and a small slit for a
mouth, and their skin was a blue green color, and he said they
stood about four to five feet tall. Writing in to share the story that
my grandpa used to tell me, My mom has always said that he was
only kidding around with his grandkids, but my grandpa never once admitted to it.
He always seen imed serious, and he never was much of a jokester.
He was a kind and patient man, but more on the serious side.
I never remember him telling any jokes or being sarcastic in any way.
That's why I've always believed his story. My grandparents lived on a three hundred
plus acre farm in central Mississippi. They raised cattle, hogs, and chickens.
My grandma and grandpa cooked easily The best breakfast I've ever eaten on that
farm. That's one thing I'll never forget about him. When it came time
to cook breakfast, he was always right there in the kitchen next to Grandma.
Back in those days, it wasn't common for the man to cook,
but he really enjoyed breakfast food. And he always bragged that he made the
best scrambled eggs in the world. Let me tell you they were pretty damn
good. That's a life lesson I've taken from him. I'm now the father
of three kids, all under ten, and every weekend I cooked breakfast for
my family. I think my grandpa would be proud of my eggs, even
though I put cheese in mine, and he never did. If he knew
that, he'd probably roll over in his grave. I learned so much from
my grandpa. My dad took off when I was a boy. I don't
even remember him, that's how young I was when he left. Needless to
say, my grandpa stepped up and he's the one who taught me how to
be a man. I'm telling you all this to give you an idea of
what kind of man he was. And he was absolutely a man of integrity,
but Anyway, let's get to his story. Granted, this is his
story, but it was told to me so many times, and I know
it so well I feel like I can do it justice. Grandpa told me
that when he was a little boy, he met Harry. I remember him
saying that he wished he had came up with a better name for him,
but he was young and Harry seemed to like it, so it stuck.
He said he was around ten or eleven years old when he was out picking
blackberries. One day his dad sold vegetables off the farm, same farm that
he and grandma lived on until the day they left us. The property was
still in the family up until twenty years ago when it was sold off.
That's a tragic story in and of itself, but way too much to get
into here, but needless to say, the family was upset to see it
go. It's now a subdivision full of many mansions as I call them.
Anyway, as I was saying, he was picking blackberries for his father.
They would sell the berries along with homegrown tomatoes, cucumbers, oak or a
squash, and a few other things. To hear, it told my Grandpa
could grow just about anything, but he was picking these berries, and he
didn't realize how far from the house that he had gotten. He had never
been that far out by himself, and he was afraid that he was going
to get his butt tore up by his daddy when he found out that he
was that far out. His daddy had always told him never to go in
those woods on that side of the property. He had always wondered why,
but the only answer he ever got was that he had no business being back
there and that it wasn't safe. And that day he finally found out why
nobody ever went back there. When he realized that he he was too far
out, he started back and at that very second, he got pilted in
his lower back, just above his butt, he said. He let out
a holler and jumped up and turned around to look. He looked down and
saw a rock that he described being as big as a golf ball. He
said he actually started to cry because it hurt like hell. He was just
a young fella, after all. He stood there, rubbing his back,
trying to figure out exactly what happened. That's when Harry stepped out from behind
a tree and my grandpa laid eyes on him for the first time. Grandpa
said, he just froze. He couldn't speak, he couldn't move, He
just stood there, completely in awe. He said, Harry just stood there
looking at him. He was only about twenty feet away, and he could
hear the breathing that was coming from this giant beast that stood in front of
him. He said, it was probably just a few seconds when Harry let
out this loud, grunt, growl type noise that snapped him out of the
fear he was frozen in, and he took off running towards the house.
He made it all the way back to the front yard when he realized that
he had dropped his basket of berries. Now he was really going to get
it. Those berries had already been sold for a pre order on a cobbler
that his mom was supposed to make the very next day. There was no
way in the world he was going to go back out there, though,
and get more berries. He made the decision then and there that he was
never going back in those woods again. Grandpa went into the house to gather
himself. He told his mamma that some hornets had got after him, and
that's why he was all dirty and his jeans were ripped and he had no
berries to show for his efforts. He said. He could tell that she
didn't believe him, but she didn't push him on it for some reason.
His mom was one thing, but his dad was another. All he could
think about was how much trouble he was going to be in when his father
got home and he didn't have any berries picked. Add to that that he
would inevitably have to tell his dad where the basket was, and he was
going to find out and see exactly how far he had actually gone into those
woods, or even worse yet, his dad would make him go back out
there and get the basket after he tore his rear end of But there was
no way he was going to be able to make himself go back out there,
he said. Honestly, he thought about just running away, he said.
After about thirty minutes, he worked up enough nerve to go back outside.
He didn't have any plan at all. He just wanted to disappear.
But when he got outside, though, he was shocked. He couldn't believe
his eyes. He said. Of just a little ways at the edge of
the woodline was his basket of berries. He didn't know what to think,
he said, that he had only managed to pick about half a basket of
berries, and when he turned to run towards the house, he spilled all
of those. But as he made his way closer to the woodline and closer
to the basket, he couldn't believe what he was looking at. Not only
was this his very same basket, but it was overflowing with blackberries. How
on earth could this be? He grabbed the basket and ran back to the
house. It wasn't ten minutes later his Daddy made his way back home.
His rear end was safe after all. He always said that it was the
damnedest thing. But after that moment, the fear he had of what he
saw that day was gone. He went and gathered up some fresh eggs and
put them in an old pail and took them out just inside the woodline.
When he came back the next morning, the eggs were gone and there was
a turkey feather left in their place. He said after that, almost every
day he would take stuff out to the woodline and yell out here you go,
Harry, and every once in a while he would get a grunt in
return. This went on for several years. Grandpa said he saw Harry just
one more time after that, but he knew he was there watching. Every
time he would leave something for Harry. Harry would leave something in return from
my grandfather. One day, though it just stopped. He would leave the
gifts at the woodline, but they weren't taken. He said. It was
about fifteen when this stopped, and he was heartbroken. He said his mom
and daddy could tell something was wrong. One day, his daddy set him
down and told him this was just part of life, that he knew what
he had been doing for the past few years, and that when he was
a boy, he saw one too, and his father would talk to them
in Cherokee. Needless to say, he was shocked. He had no idea
that his daddy knew what was going on, and that his own grandfather had
actually had a relationship with them as well. He said that after they had
that talk, he became much closer with his father, and from time to
time they would go out and leave things at the woodline together. Some of
the things would be eaten by something, but no gift was ever left again.
I know this is a lot to take in, and I've heard many
people share what they've experienced with these things, but I can tell you I
don't give a single shit if anybody believes this. I knew my grandpa.
I know what kind of man he was. This had to have happened.
My grandpa had a Sasquatch friend named Harry. I love all the podcasts,
Brian. Keep up the great work built