My name is out. You can use my name. I'm a seventy three
year old military veteran and a two time cancer survivor who has been married to
my wife for forty eight years. I grew up in New Orleans and now
we live twenty miles north of Lake Ponce. Train. When I was fifteen,
I had my first odd experience. As the oldest of four children,
I was in charge. My father and mother were both at work. It
was early in the morning, and I was sitting at the kitchen table eating
my breakfast. We didn't have air conditioning back then. We cooled the house
the best we could, with a big window fan in one window and all
the other windows wide open. The shotgun design of the house, a common
design in New Orleans, helped with the airflow. As I sat there next
to an open window, a bright orange, glowing orb about the size of
a basketball, entered through the window right in front of me. It circled
a room at a very slow pace, and then flew back out the same
window. I was stunned. Seven years later, in August of nineteen sixty
seven, my National Guard unit was at summer camp at Fort Chaffee near Fort
Smith Arkansas. About one hundred of us were standing around on the parade grounds,
just talking and getting to know each other. Small hand held transistor radios
were very popular back then, and many of us had them. We were
listening to the local AM radio station out of Fort Smith when some of the
guys started pointing up at the sky and shouting, what is that. We
all looked up to see five arrowhead shaped flying objects moving over us very slowly.
They were all brought white and flying in a V formation. When they
got directly over us, they came to a complete and sudden stop. In
succession, starting from their right, each one would leave the formation, They
would take off and perform all kinds of stopping golden zigzag maneuvers at lightning speed,
and then returned to their formation. It was likely they were showing off
and trying to say, look at what I can do. This went on
for fifteen minutes. Meanwhile, the radio some of us were listening to started
broadcasting reports of UFOs over Fort Smith. When a military jet was set to
intercept them, the UFOs flew off at a blinding speed. We all stood
there, dumbfounded by what we had just witnessed. Many years later, In
May of twenty twelve, my wife and I were enjoying a wonderful vacation with
her brother and sister in law and Arizona. I had heard so much about
Sedona being a hotspot for UFOs that I just had to spend some time checking
out the night sky. I was not disappointed. We had a long day
trekking around the area and we were all tired. By ten pm. Everybody
else had given up and gone to bed except me. I was sitting on
the second floor balcony, munching on a bag of chips and keeping an eye
out for anything unusual. Off in the distance, I could see the flashing
lights of airplanes as they took off and landed at the airport. Suddenly,
not fifty feet away, an orange orb about the size of a basketball again
approached from my left and stopped at eye level. I distinctly remember telling myself,
al, this is not an airplane. I glanced away for no more
than a second to grab a chip, and it was gone. It seemed
out of character for me to place more importance on grabbing a chip than watching
the UFO. I'm the kind of person who would have glued my eyes to
that orb, not looking away until it was gone. I can't explain why
I did that. I sat there for quite a while longer, hoping to
see something else, before I finally gave up and went to bed. In
June of twenty eighteen, I was driving US Highway eleven in slidewl, Louisiana
on a clear, cloud free day when up in the sky to my left
I saw something very large. It was a few blocks ahead and seemed to
be hovering over a spot directly across from my destination. It was a silver
disk about the size of a dinner plate, sitting just above the tree line.
Coming from the back on each side of the disk were what looked like
the con trails from a jet engine. These con trails were glowing white and
curving to form a large oval to the rear of the disk. I could
see right through the oval to the blue sky altogether. It was pretty massive.
Once I reached my destination, I pulled over to get a better look
at the object. I also wanted to get a picture, but everything had
vanished, even the contrails. We have all seen these vapor trails from jet
planes, even when the jet has gone out of sight. They remain and
slowly fade away. They do not instantly disappear. Since twenty and sixteen,
this has been an ongoing thing. One morning, while showering, the water
hit my hip and it burned like fire. I looked down and found four
thin, horizontal scratches. They were perfectly parallel, bright red, slightly raised
in about three inches long. Furthermore, they were at an angle that I
could not duplicate by scratching myself. As I was dressing, it occurred to
me that they would have been covered by my underwear. I checked, but
there were not tears in the fabric. I had never seen anything like this
before, and I had no explanation for how they came to be. Then
about three weeks later, again overnight, four more scratches appeared, this time
on my left hip. Eventually, the scratches faded but became permanent scars.
About every three or four weeks, I get a new set of scratches on
one hip or the other, and no explanation for how they got there.
We continued to be puzzled by these events. Not long ago, my wife
awoke in the middle of the night to find me sitting up in bed.
She said, she'd heard me calling for help. I told her that I'd
seen three four foot tall gray beings with big heads and large, dark eyes
standing at the foot of the bed staring at me. She assured me it
was a bad dream and suggested that I got go back to sleep. The
first experience I had with Bigfoot happened in twenty and ten when I was backwoods
camping out by Angel Falls and Big South Fork, Tennessee. I was alone
at the time. It was three am, and I woke to my tent
being angrily shaken. The tent was low and so the ceiling was about a
foot from my face. I controlled my breathing as my heart was climbing into
my throat. Whatever was out there was completely silent. I didn't even hear
it when it walked away. I had felt like I was being watched by
something that day, but bigfoot never crossed my mind. I had never considered
that they might be in Tennessee. At that point, I thought maybe it
was a mad bear or something. I prayed that it would kill me by
biting my neck and not drag me off chewing on me while I was still
alive. It quit shaking the tent and I eventually fell back to sleep and
that was the end of it. I didn't have a gun, and this
time I was lucky. My second experience happened in twenty eighteen when my son
Matt, and I were prospecting gold in Coker Creek, Tennessee, north of
Chattanooga. On the sixth night we were there, we woke to what we
first thought were hounds chasing something. The sound of stomping feet was getting louder
and loighter, and we knew a herd of something was coming our way.
I know what a herd of something can do. Once, during desert storm,
I was boar hunting in Turkey. The locals used pots and pans to
run dozens of boers up the mountain toward us, their hooves pounding the earth,
sticks crackling under the onslaught and bushes shook against the wave of animals that
were coming at us, and I thought I was going to have to climb
a tree to get eut of the way. And this time I had the
same feeling. I stared at the front of my tent, watching and waiting,
and I knew they were coming to run over over me. It grew
louder and louder. It was like the beating of drums, and I sat
there waiting. I never moved, and I fully expected to die. I
asked myself again and again how in the hell a herd got loose in the
woods. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I also thought this
has to be drums beating. It grew even louder, and it came closer,
and the animals were clearly large and heavy, But there was no sound
of leaves being crushed or stick snapping under their feet. And in addition,
I didn't hear any snorting or breathing, just the solid, heavy pounding of
countless large animals. I should have felt the ground shaking, but I didn't.
I don't think they actually touched the ground. They went through us like
they were invisible, or like they were spirits. They never touched anything.
It was only sound. We jokingly referred to them as the ghost heard for
a long time. Think they used sound to terrorize us. Matt heard them
running individually across the creek earlier, and he speculated that maybe they all fell
into step. He thinks there were about ten bigfoot running together. He heard
more than I did, and I had to get my breathing under control.
Matt was looking out both sides of his trailer, and he saw nothing.
Seeing nothing, somehow seems worse than seeing a stampede of cattle. Later we
heard something by peedle run past. We were camped ten feet from a creek,
and this thing ran right up the creek bed. As it got closer,
it got louder. The splashing and dredging of water as it ran through
the creek was undeniable. Its strides were perfect and long, and it maintained
the same jogging pace as it passed. That creek was three feet deep in
places, and this thing never altered its pace. And then just as it
came, it slowly faded into the distance We had speculated there for the previous
six days. That creek was up to my knees in places. Whatever passed
us had to have been twice that size to move so easily through the water.
Matt thought that another three or four of them ran by at another point,
and again he thinks they did so in unison. These things are perfectionists,
and they are highly intelligent. They must see us as utterly stupid.
By comparison, was that two feet I yelled out of my own tent.
Yeah, Matt answered, what about the herd? I said, well,
I heard that, but just now that was two feet right, Yes,
he said again. I was so excited about how clear the bipedal runner was.
I had finally confirmed that there was a creature out there that must be
near ten feet tall and capable of making that kind of stride with ease and
grace. You might think bear or deer, but I know what I heard.
It was bipedal and strong. It was a giant. From the time
the herd came through to the point where we could no longer hear the single
creature running up the creek was two hours, and during that time the dogs
we'd heard were sometimes quiet and sometimes chasing something. They'd chase something every night
that we'd been there, but this was the first time they'd run through our
camp. It wasn't all games, though. Once we heard a dog get
kicked and let out a wolf before it went silent. We think the bigfoot
picked it up and covered its mouth, because we eventually heard it again.
At the other end of the creek. There were three dogs. One was
the alpha, and it sounded louder, and it must have been larger and
faster because it would catch up to them. At times, we laid in
our beds, listening in fascination while we fought back our own fears. The
next day we investigated. There were guests staying in a cabin a few hundred
feet away. They said they had come out with their guns that night.
Not knowing what the hell was going on, I found a spot in the
grass on the creek bank where the dog in the Bigfoot had their scrabble.
I found the dog's prints, but there were no other prints at all.
There were no deer, no bear, nothing. Were these things ghosts.
My third experience with these things happened in July twenty twenty one on the Tennessee
Kentucky border. Three years had passed since the incident at Coker Creek. We
were relaxed again and had forgotten all about what can happen in the woods.
We built an ice fire in our camp and we ate a good dinner before
going to bed, And at three am I went out to relieve myself.
I was making my way back to the tent and I saw red eyeshine.
I had a red light on, so I gave it little thought. I
entered the tent and jokingly said that we were being watched, and we laughed
about it and we went to sleep. The next thing I knew, I
was being awakened by the roaring woosh of the tree tops as they were being
shaken. These were not small trees. We live in the country and we
cut wood to burn for heat, so I'm familiar with the strength of these
trees. Whatever was shaking them had to be powerful. It wasn't something I'd
want to wake up to while sleeping in a tent in the woods. So
I woke up Matt and I asked him what was that. He said,
take out your ear plugs. I don't want to, I said, joking.
Now, I was trying to be funny to alleviate the tension, but
I really didn't want to believe what I was hearing. I felt like I
was in another horror movie, but it wasn't a movie. The trees were
twenty feet away from us, and it lasted for five minutes before everything went
completely silent. It was a new moon, so we were in pitch black
dark. There were none of the normal sounds of the forest. Even the
nearby creek had gone silent, as if they could turn off all the sound
in the area. That was the most terrifying moment. We were desperately trying
to get some kind of information and it was giving us nothing. I remember
thinking God that my neck didn't make any noise when I turned my head.
That's how freaked out I was. We had posted four trail cams that day,
but of course none of them were in our area. And I can
honestly say, at fifty five years old, this was the worst experience of
my life. It was adrenaline mixed with fear of the unknown to strengthen my
resolve to fight, and I knew I had to get control or I was
going to have a heart attack. At least it would reduce my ability to
fight. I didn't have a gun, but Matt had a twenty two pistol,
and I held my headlight in my hand and ready to turn it on.
This monster might be ready to jump my tent in every moment, and
I was resolved to see it before it killed me. I had to see
it. And twenty minutes passed as we sat in the heavy black silence,
and then something floated by our tent. It didn't walk, there were no
footsteps. It had a digital cricket, sound like three or four beats,
and it would start and stop, and Matt said, under his breath,
it's moving toward the camp. We had a fire there and it was done
at this point. And I heard it now what I thought an alien.
I knew I couldn't allow it to terrorize me anymore, and I knew I
had to maintain my strength to fight it by hand if I needed to,
But I ignored it. When you're about to die, you get real.
I lay down. When I hear myself begin to breathe audibly, I wake
up and make sure I had my head like my hand and ready to turn
on. Now I consider the possibility of walking out back to back. Matt
had his pistol, and then I decided if we laid still, it would
have to make the first move. And that's how we held our ground.
Matt told me. When the first thing floated by us, it reached into
him and tried to get him to vocalize. He felt like it was vibrating
his vocal cords for him. He was really messed up and struggling. He
said he'd held his mouth tightly closed because he was afraid it was trying to
get his location. Our tent was between two large rocks, so I think
we were hidden. I have to admit it did feel as though they were
messing with us. Matt also felt that he had to stop his own heart.
He realized he'd been holding his breath and took a deep inhale. The
amount of fear it was impressing on us made me angry. It wanted us
to die. These things are not a joke or a fun hobby, and
you'd better be one hundred percent in your spirit and beliefs before you go out
at night to find them, and you'd better be ready to die. It
helps if you've already had a near death experience. I've had three. They
hope you learn to accept death rather than fear it. Sometime the sun began
to rise over the horizon, and a woodpecker spent an hour raising Cain about
something we knew. We'd made it through the sunlight was like a rebirth.
This was by far the most terrifying near death experience I ever had, and
later, when we returned to the house, my wife said that we were
whitest ghosts and she had to walk on eggshells for a few days to keep
from freaking us out. We visit the area during the day now and we've
begun gifting as therapy, and it's important to learn to get back into the
woods to get over our fears. I believe that we are human light men.
We are divine men. The only creature that God has code signature in
our DNA. Bigfoot and these five d creatures can see the light in us
in our souls. If you're not spiritually alive, the light is dim.
They won't mind killing a dead man, but they will back off of the
strong spirited man because he is right and they know it. Stan, do
not fear. They know you are divine. But if you don't know that,
then you are Bigfoot food m