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Everybody, This is less Striving Yes, yes, I know AKA Surviving
and you're listening to Brian sasquatchis you guys? Welcome back to Sasquatching Pots.
Thank you so much for clicking play. It is Sunday. I hope you
guys have had a great weekend. We have an amazing show lined up for
you. But as always, I want to start by inviting you. If
you've had an encounter and you'd like to be on the show, shoot me
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help support the show. As I said, We've got a great show lined
up for you. This is a little bit of story time, but it's
a little different because I started reading this book Gosh last year and I actually
put out a show late last year that had the first few chapters of the
book, but I decided to go back and do the first five and one
episode for you guys, So that's what you're about to hear. It's me
reading the first five chapters of this book. It's got a lot of cool
stories in it about Bigfoot, and we're going to get into even some other
cryptids in the book later on. But I think you're really going to enjoy
it. Connor's a really great writer. I've had him on the show before
and he was a lot of fun. So if you haven't heard that episode,
go back and search for Connor Flinn's episode here on Sasquatch Out to see.
I think you'll really enjoy that. But I've got the link for his
books in the show notes, so you can go over and check him out.
I think he's got four or five books out right now that he's done
over the last couple of years, so I highly recommend you go pick those
up for yourself, but if you just want to listen to them. He
was gracious enough to allow me to read this entire book on the air for
you, so we're going to start you out with the first five chapters and
we'll have the rest of those coming in some subsequent shows over the next few
weeks. If you haven't already done so, please take time to rate and
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Odyssey Fans group on Facebook. But I know you guys are ready to get
into big Brother Bigfoot, so I'm gonna stop talking. You gotta sit back,
relax and enjoy the show. We're missing the link between Man and our
creator, maybe closer than we could have ever imagined. According to reports all
over the world dating back to the beginning of time, man has never been
alone. My name is Connor, the Countryman, and I believe our connection
in the forest can provide us answers to the questions of the skies. There
is a pyramid on our dollar and a giant on the two thousand New Hampshire
Quarter. The truth's tide stays determined by leaking through. People have been vanishing
from our national parks and other dense areas by the hundreds. So when adventuring
out into the wilderness, please take caution and be aware of the one born
feet first with eyebrows that meet. Signs of sasquatch come in many forms.
Chances are we have all walked right past a bigfoot structure. Wild hiking in
the woods, tree knocks, rock smacks, and ground stamps are just a
few ways these creatures communicate through the environment. They verbalize using whoops, hoops,
groans, growls, and moans. They have their own language that consists
of ingenious words and tongue clicks, often referred to a samurai chat. Their
vocal range exceeds the limits of any human being. If you happen to stumble
across arches, tree breaks, rock stacks, balanced logs, and teepee structures,
there is a good chance that the wild man is near. Check the
dirt for long lines, perfect circles, and other ground glyphs. These humanoid
creatures are mentioned in the Bible, Koran, and many ancient texts. In
the Indian Ramayana from four hundred to seven hundred BC, there's mention of an
advanced race of monkey species called vanara Vena, meaning forest and Nara, meaning
man. The prophecy states that they shared hot purified water called shila jeet from
humans. The magical liquid help the humans develop physically, mentally, and most
importantly, spiritually. The tincture is good for the pineal gland and directly hydrates
the soul. In the Bible, e Si is an etamite and is covered
in a thick coat of reddish brown hair. He preferred sleeping outside and hunting.
Venom Kane is the son of Adam and Eve and was also known as
the Marked One. But most interesting is the Nephelum from the Book of Enoch.
The sons of God came to Earth and impregnated daughters of Earth, creating
Titans, demi gods, and fallen ones. The watchers watched and waited for
a window of opportunity. We forgot them, and they have snuck back into
our sanctuary. The Good Book describes the air of Days, when giants roamed
the surface, dragon sward the skies, and Leviathans patrolled the deep seas.
The fallen angels were determined to spread evil through the world, but God emptied
the heavens and it rained down from the firmament. Flooding our realm, turning
the behemoths to stone. Mud fossils surround us today. Take a second look
at that mountain it used to be alive. People know me as the Bigfoot
guy. I grew up fishing, hunting, and urban exploring. I was
obsessed with horror movies and unsolved mysteries. I chased waterfalls and crypt I bike,
kayak and rock climb where I can. I was in the Geology Society
and the Outdoor Adventure Club in high school. I wrote for the school newspaper
and did a lot of freelance. I played quidditch and made films at Bowling
Green. I staged managed a punk rock musical, and umpired and refereed sports.
But my main passion is expanding my knowledge on mysteries and cryptids across the
planet. I lived out of my car across the United States and met many
interesting people. I slept under bridges at Marina's twenty four hour grocery stores and
dead end roads while CouchSurfing. You meet the people you need. When you
follow your destined path, all your needs are met in abundance. Hobo is
short for homebody. I was a hobo and I still am hitting rock Bottom
isn't always a bad thing. The darkest nights are usually followed by the brightest
days. Through Bigfoot Anonymous, I've narrated over five hundred sasquatch encounters an interviewed
countless people about their cryptic experience. I have spoken to people who have fed
Harry, been touched by the creature, and others who have camped at Bluff
Creek. We have covered troglodytes, ferries, Indian mounds, warewolves, spelunking,
war stories, police cases, and of course Natman. But my best
stories were off the record until now. This is a collection of experiences,
journals, and encounters that I've been putting together since before the millennium. I
was covering fire breathing dragons in the fourth grade the same year that United ninety
three flew right over my school. But articles of wild man encounters and giant
bone excavations go back to the beginning of news and press, the hunt for
the German wild Man, the Lovelock giants, and of course David versus Goliath.
Native tribes all around the planet have stories and lore that surround these beings.
The Yarn, the Eddy, and the y Awi are being spotted.
To this day, I've been in the same building as Y'allming, Sean Bradley
and Shaquille O'Neill. They all have the giant geane and their presence is felt
whenever you were nearby. There's an old Irish tale about a farmer named Connor
who lost his two cows. He searched for them all day and he found
shelter in the night. The door was answered by a tall old woman and
they were expecting him. Three men surrounded him and transformed into wolves. They
surrounded him and licked their chops. Connor started swinging his walking stick erratically,
and the eldest wolf yelled at him to stop. The elder made the crazies
disperse. The wolf asked him if he remembered a young wolf with a thorn
in his side. Connor remembered he had nursed it back to health that pub
was the eldest wolf. He offered him a safe place for the night and
promised that he would not be bothered. He woke up the next morning on
a bell of hay in his own yard. He was confused, but that
was the best sleep he had ever gotten. His cow were still gone,
but three new ones were in his pasture. The oldest wolf was there and
herded them. There grew to be the greatest cows in the land, while
Connor became rich and successful. My Homeland's proverbs go lessons are won by a
good deed done. All beasts are not monsters. There is artwork of religious
figures with wolves, hieroglyphs of men, the size of giraffes and elephants,
the size of pyramids. Where did those giants run off to? There are
plenty of tales of vampires and wild men in the homeland. The Fountain of
Youth is real, and the sun is much smaller than they say. Heaven
is a physical place, but so as hell. The military, National Park
Service, and police have had encounters dating back to opening day. Pilots,
truckers, and loggers are well aware of their existence. There have been blood,
hair, yurine, fecal and saliva samples. The hair follicles have transparent
characteristics. This allows the creature to camouflage themselves with their surroundings. Many tracks
have unique dermal ridges. Their skeleton is very flexible, similar to a bug.
They are double jointed and sometimes crawl like spiders. They are true apex
predators. They send uv raise and can sense meditations, psychedelics, and even
disability. Check out troll Hunter for a look inside Troglodytes can mimic animals,
machines, and even loved ones with their powerful diaphragm and vocal cords. The
Sierra Sounds and Ohio House both have voice waves that human vocal capacities can't physically
reach. These creatures aren't humans that have become primitive. They are the true
ancient species of man, the true natives of Earth. The Sumerian tablets may
be more accurate than recently accredited infrasound, sonar, locating, and telepathic senses
are natural to their brain and abilities. If humans, air, water,
and food were not poisoned, I truly bel leave that we would have some
degree of their sixth sense. These apex predators take advantage of night vision and
occupied the endless subterranean chambers of Earth. They thrive near mountains and volcanoes,
but could be anywhere that a deer and rabbit could live. The existence of
sasquatch is widely debated today, even though there is a mountain of evidence and
a list of witnesses that could stretch from pole to pole. The elusive beast
is still an unsolved mystery to mainstream media and science. The obvious cover up
just fuels the fire more. There is a divine energy around these creatures,
and I believe that they are our closest bridge to our creator. So let's
cross it. People deserve to know what's out there so we can properly protect
our families. There's a chance that we can learn from them and maybe a
chief piece in future generations. Look at the story of the Grinch. The
quest for Sasquatch is very close to my heart and soul. The Abominable Snowman
and Harry were a big part of my childhood. My family members have had
encounters and others have refused to even discuss the topic. I've always liked to
dig where I wasn't supposed to. The creature's existence is obvious. I'm more
interested to see if they are angels or demons. Let's cross that bridge where
there are no cars. This journey started targeting Bigfoot, but has led me
down a path of werewolves, swamp things, and many other beings that walk
this earth among us. Chapter two, Ohio Grassman, The heart of it
All The Buckeye State is famous for astronauts, Nightmare on Elm Street, and
the creation of Superman, But the Ohio Grassman would scare even Jeffrey Dahmer out
of the woods. With sightings going back to the days of the Mohican,
the Buckeye Beast has let his reign be known through the Ohio Valley. A
renegade species of wildman, the Grassmen are far more aggressive than the typical evasive
sasquatch. The legend began when two giant chiefs came to a disagreement over war
with humans and the abduction of their women and children. There are more than
ten thousand burial mounds in the state of Ohio. Giants have been discovered in
Toledo, Chillicothee, and across the river from Wheeling and Moundsville. The natives
who called the Buckeye State home have legends and lower warning of dangerous cannibalistic timber
giants. The Indians traded with the peaceful mound builders and went to war with
the more aggressive clans. The Cleveland Browns are dogmen, not dogs. The
tribes mark their territory with many different scents and structures. The urinate and spray
around the perimeter. To keep humans and other sasquatch away, They will bend
trees, lay nest and build teepee structures. They will create these shelters with
fallen limbs and logs, but sometimes use entire trees. Giant fifty foot wikiups
have been discovered. Usually the trees are stripped of bark and broken off at
the base. Five or six broken trees will be placed against a central,
strong standing tree and that will be the primary part of the camp. In
August of nineteen seventy two, three different people were attacked by a beast in
a small northwest town. Witnesses claimed that they saw an eight foot monster with
hairy feet. Some claimed it was an aggressive grass man, but the town
remembers it as the werewolf of Defiance. The creature was spotted running like a
caveman carrying a giant stick. The entire town was on high alert and it's
still on edge to this very day. One night, we snuck out of
a friend's house to pull some pranks and meet up with some girls. We
dingedong, ditched a couple of houses and lit off firecrackers in the sewer tunnels.
The police were patrolling, and we ran into the park in the corner
of the neighborhood. The cops pulled in, so we went deep in the
woods and got separated. I was terrified of getting caught, so I was
blinded with adrenaline. I kept moving at a good pace and ran into the
creek. I knew I would be able to navigate the area using that.
I crept silently in the water, using the small rapids to mask myselund When
I heard a rustling up in the leaves ahead of me, I crept out
onto the bank and quietly tried to call out to one of my friends.
I was met by a deafening silence, so I approached the tree that I'd
heard the noise come from. I took one step forward and I was met
with rumbling below my feet. It's sent a jolt up my knee and paralyzed
me in a compromised stance. I teared up instantly, and I knew I'd
overstepped my boundary. I tried to open my hands as I backed into the
creek. I ditched my lighter at the edge of the tree line to hide
the evidence and to thank the monster for issuing me a warning one of my
friends is from that same neighborhood. He is a security guard, I Yuasca,
shaman, and filmmaker. He says he's encountered a brown shadow creature about
ten feet tall in the same woods. He also told me that he sometimes
turns into a wolf while meditating, and he has the fur to prove it.
I'm not sure if I encountered my buddy along the creek or his arch
nemesis. That was not the only time he encountered something strange. In Medina
County, near Sleepy Hollow, there were stories of a creature that lurked through
the woods in my friend's region. Alex called him the Wolfman, but his
dad simply called it the beast. He warned us that the creature could smell
fear and that we should stay inside after dark. Part of me just thought
it was a ploy to stop us from sneaking out, but I would soon
realize that he was being dead serious. We had our golf league the next
morning, so there were no plans of mischief. We spent the night in
Alex's basement in watch saving private rhyme. He had a walk out patio that
led directly into the woods. There was a creek, and it was the
perfect din for a predator. We made little jokes throughout the night and moved
quickly when we grabbed snacks, but it was just an ordinary sleepover. Right
before bed, everything changed. We were shooting pool and an eerie feeling swept
over the floor. Collectively, we all called onto the strange vibe and began
investigating. We crawled out of direct view and began and peering through the smaller
windows. That was when we spotted some glowing eyes. They were about six
feet off the ground and meant to intimidate. We received the message and we
knew we were being stalked. The Wolfman was real. The Wolfman was close.
We were paralyzed in fear. After what felt like hours, we crawled
back behind the couch, shivering with chills. We tried to go to sleep,
but that was impossible. We kept peeking backwards to the woods to see
if we could get a visual, but it was to no avail. After
an hour of stone cold panic, we booked it upstairs and slept in his
room. The next morning. It all felt like a dream, but we
knew what we'd seen. The Wolfman was born. The dog Man was near,
not long after, Jake and Alex had another encounter with this mysterious beast.
They were getting a ride home from the rec center with a fireman one
evening. They turned into his development and they spotted the wolf creature crossing the
road on two legs. The beast scaled a cliff side and ran toward a
barn. I had the boys right incident reports independently, and both their stories
matched. There's definitely a large cryptid patrolling the woods of Sleepy Hollow. Stay
tuned for more Sasquatch Odyssey will be right back after these messages. My grandparents
own one hundred and eighty acre farm in southeastern Ohio, near Wheeling and Moundsville,
West Virginia. There have been many big foot sidings in the Ohio Valley,
but the ancient burial mounds are what's most interesting. There have been hundreds
of skeletons excavated that are proof that giants existed in the Americas. Recently,
my mom's cousin Eddie told me about an encounter he had while hunting on the
property before the sun rose. He was heading out to his tree stand and
was being followed by something walking by petal. When he would stop, it
would stop, he said. A feeling of dread overtook every emotion inside him.
Ed changed his route and rotored off as his mind playing tricks on him.
When I was younger, I was hiking near the same location with a
good friend Jake. We were accompanied by my black labs, Sacho, and
my grandparents two blue heelers, Shep and Joey. After miles of adventure,
we stopped below the grandchildren's treehouse for a breather. After a couple of minutes,
we heard strange noises above us, and a black creature dropped right on
top of us. It all happened so fast, but Jake and I took
off running. The dogs were squealing and barking at this thing. They surrounded
it. At first glance, I thought it was a bear or a panther.
For years, I told myself it was just a giant feral cat.
Recently, Jake said that thing was as big as Sacho. We made it
to the yard and started worrying about the dogs. We could still hear the
strange noises from down in the valley, but after a couple of minutes,
they finally came running up. They had a look on their faces, and
they were acting strange the rest of the night. My grandpa has found large,
unidentifiable scaut on the property and has had to shoot the gun to save
cattle on multiple occasions. There were escaped ostriches nearby and many bobcats. Now
I think it may have been a juvenile dog man. A decade later,
we were camping in my backyard for a blood moon eclipse. Around two am.
We were lying in the grass enjoying the sky's show when we heard something
shuffling on the other side of my barn. At first, we thought it
was my cat's chasing prey, but we realized that they were lying nearby.
We figured it was a deer. We went back to the stars. After
a few minutes, we could feel a rumbling in our chest. There was
a strong reverb from a low growl on the other side of the barn.
That was no deer. The cats were spooked too. We got up to
investigate, but we could barely see and we only had a stick for protection.
We chose to lay down and accept our fate. We internally surrendered,
but the weird feeling went away after a while and we went back to the
skies. The woods across the street have many strange occurrences. There are witch
stones, abandoned cabins, and homeless hangouts. Strange lights and glowing orbs were
nothing new. A picture of the Whitney Monster looks exactly like the transparent crawler
creature crawling across the road that I saw one misty night. I'm not sure
if the creature that approached us on the blood moon eclipse looked like Gallum or
Azov, but it sure spooked us. I think it just sensed our psychedelic
vibrations and wanted to check us out. Chapter three. Yuka Gainey Yowee,
Ohio Pyle State Park. The Yuka Gainey has been a crucial footpath through the
mountains for animals, gatherers, and even the first President, George Washington.
The river is famous for its rainbow trout fishing and whitewater rafting. The waters
also played a major role in the French and Indian War and the expansion of
mining across Pennsylvania in the core of the Laurel Highlands. The Yoe is usually
remembered for good days and unique adventures, but the surrounding soil holds a history
of more complicated times, with stories of hostile sasquatch harassing hunters, and an
old Indian tale of an aquatic beast named Agua. These depths hold more mysteries
than just Dimple Rock. Paette County is no stranger to big foot sidings.
Newspapers and magazines covered multiple encounters. In the seventies. Kids were chased out
of the woods by red eyes and the entire region went crazy. Footprints,
twisted trees, and animal skeletons have been found in different parts of the county.
There have been loud screams that sound like dying women that reigned from the
valley. Creatures have been spotted watching four wheelers, eating apples in the orchards
and terrorizing campers. In two thousand and one, a couple was lapping their
tent by a sasquatch, intimidating them by screaming and running throughout the night.
One hiker watched the creature add a protective layer of sticks to an outcropping of
rock. Another duo encountered a bush shaking like windstorm before being chased off by
the beast. Sadly, there have been many disappearances in the nearby area.
In an unnamed nearby remote neighborhood. Everyone on the six mile road had their
own encounters with the old man. He has spooked hunters, stolen fisherman's trout,
and is heard knocking and screaming throughout the day and night. The locals
had fed him carrots, old refrigerator food, and watermelon, although he didn't
know how to eat it until the woman broke it open. Then it was
all gone. The next morning, when the summer ended and the melons were
no longer for sale, he let his anger be known. He has left
flowers on the backsteps of the woman and follows her while hiking. The grandmother
consents how the Sasquatch is feeling and that he is telepathic with her, but
she still doesn't trust him. There had been lights in the sky and lights
in the same woods, so she doesn't know if he is an alien or
just an old man. I was the youngest out of six guys, and
it was going to be my first time on white water. They told me
that there had been some casualties on the river, so I was already feeling
nervous. We were staying at the summit End, famous for the view and
infamous for the legends down the trail from the Laurel Highlands. This area was
rich in history and mystery. It was my dad, two other firemen,
their sons, in middle school, me. The first night, we explored
the grounds, swam in the pool, and told stories at a local pub.
That was cut short when we were horsing around and the older guys were
roughing me up. I barricaded myself in the bar's phone booth and pretended to
call the cops. I actually died and I hung up when it started ringing.
They called back, Mass picked up the phone and said they just left.
While escorting me back to the hotel, we sat outside drinking beers as
the sun went down. We admired the scenic view and were engulfed in the
excitement for the morning adventure. We heard howls in the distance and it reminded
me of my grandparents farm. Flashbacks of hiking the holler and tracking the deer
rushed back to me. I felt like it was the night before the hunt.
I was ready for the adrenaline. On the way back to the room,
I definitely understood why many visitors think the summit is haunted. The vintage
pictures seemed to follow you down the hall and tuck you in good night.
It's a true all inclusive resort. I fell asleep within minutes of meeting the
pillow. I was treated to dreams of tarzan adventures and insane car chases.
I felt like a tackle dummy when I woke up, but breakfast got me
right back where I needed to be. We drove to the river and my
eyes lit up when I saw hundreds of people carrying rafts and kayaks. Goosebumps
filled my arms and I knew I was exactly where I needed to be.
We checked in and waited for the safety course meeting. We listened to the
experts and took mental notes. Do not try to stand up in the river.
Point your toes up and reach for the rope. Hold on tight was
all I needed to hear. We had decades of experience in the raft,
so we vowed not to use one of their guides. I hesitated at first,
but realized that some of the raft with grandparents and young children needed their
assistance much more. Minutes later, we were down the river, coasting calmly,
admiring nature and going over last minute instructions. I was still getting used
to the oar as I flung it in the water. I noticed something in
the woods. I felt a warm sensation flow through my body. I lost
myself in a trance, and the sunlight felt ten times heavier than usual.
I was thankful to be surrounded by water. As I squinted and tried to
peer through the limbs to see what was watching me. I felt a small
whack on the top of my helmet. It was my dad hitting me with
the oar, pointing my head towards the first rapid. Oh shoot. I
fumbled back into position and got ready for the journey. The cool reality shook
chills down my spine. The raft was divided front to back and left to
right. Jim and the back would call out who had to do what,
and if one person was off beat, the raft would spin and the chance
of us flipping skyrocket. And if the raft is overturned, the percentage of
drowning also increases. I was not trying to get my foot stuck under a
rock and die in two feet of raging water. Not today, So I
did the best I could not to mess it up. We conquered the first
rapid and we geared up for the next couple. Bring it on, cucumber,
camel and walrus, Eddie Turn, Dartmouth and railroad rapids. I felt
invincible towards the loop, but still had that weird feeling that I was being
surveyed from the river banks. I felt a blanket layer surrounding my body,
but that vanished when I was splashed in the face by the yeo. We
paddled faster when Jim screamed to go and held the oar in the water when
we needed to turn. We were really getting the hang of and after a
while Jim didn't even have to call out as much. We were really working
as a cohesive unit, and it felt good. We were not only one
with each other on the raft, we were one with the rapids and river
as well. My comfort ended where the water did, and that's right where
we were heading. We all pulled up to the riverside landing for lunch in
a bathroom break, the river guides passed out sandwiches while others went swimming to
cool off. I had to go pee you really bad. I ran off
into the woods, and almost immediately when I was out of side of the
group, a strange feeling swept over me. I was unfogging, my glasses.
When I heard rustling from behind a tree, I almost pooped myself when
a little kid jumped out from back there. He was all dirty. I
turned my body to cover up and shook my head in confusion. I gave
up on that and went straight to the water. I jumped in and peede
while pretending to cool off. I ate my sandwich in shame. As I
tried looking for the little kid's group, I couldn't find him anywhere, and
he seemed to be too young to even be able to raft. My dad
could tell something was up and asked me if anything was wrong. I told
him some kid had swooped me in the woods. Feeling Nick came hustling back
from the bathroom and said some people had claimed to have seen a bear up
there. Maze explained that they probably eat the leftovers of lunch, and we
all laughed. It was time to hit the second half of the river run.
There was one unnamed rapid before the famous dimple Rock. We eased through
that and came to a stop. The guides give the groups a choice between
the deadly rapid and an alternate route. I looked to my dad and he
said, this is why we're here, I took a deep breath, and
I realized that he was right. Dimple Rock was an underground cave with no
exit underneath. The strong current pulls you into an underwater cavern and never let
you leave. The rapid has claimed many lives in the past, but the
rafting company does everything in their power to make sure it's safe. They have
a full crew of people on the rock and all surrounding areas with ropes,
life belts and kiss bee rings. If you hit the rock and flip,
blow down the river and you'll be safe. The real problem is when the
raft gets caught up against the rock and basically swallows it beneath. As we
watched the groups successfully conquer the rapid, my confidence grew, but the raft
just before us, sent a shiver down my spine. The raft had a
guide, grandchildren and elderly grandparents riding along. They were clearly fit, but
not ready for the violent strike that awaited them at Dimple Rock. They crashed
and flipped into the raging waters. The entire crew flocked towards them, but
luckily they had already passed the deadly hole. After a bit of chaos and
some mystery, we finally had the green light to go. I was relieved
that I hadn't just witnessed an entire family parish right before my eyes. In
that moment of clarity, I connected a few dots. I realized that that
child I had seen in the woods was not on the rafting trip. Those
kids we had just watched flip with the youngest rafting. I remembered a joke
from the safety meeting that kid I had seen lived in those woods, and
I think that bear that people saw was his mom. I heard screaming and
we were approaching the rock. Jim was cussing me out, telling me to
paddle. Phil splashed me with his oar. I was back. I dug
into the river and straightened us out, but it was inevitable we were going
to hit the rock. Jim screen brace as we collided with the boulder.
The raft rocked, but we did not flip. I felt a second chance
at life, but still felt a force from the river pulling me in,
but I resisted with everything I had. I had my foot dug so deep
into the bottom of the raft that I damned near hyper extended every part of
my body, eluding doone, but we had survived. We collectively exhaled and
let out laughter when we were out of the monster's grasp. But the journey
was still a long way from being finished. Ahead we had to face the
famous bottle of wine and double hydraulic rapids, both known to be a vigorous
dessert to dimple rock. I wasn't too worried, but I had my ego
checked. I'd watched my dad go overboard and fear swept over me. I
was trying to look back and see where he was floating, but I still
had to paddle correctly and make sure it wasn't going to be all of us
pointing our toes in the water. It was much harder to control the winding
raft with one less guy, but I had to step it up. I
stabilized the barge and we pulled off to the side. Searching for my dad,
seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours. I desperately scanned
the raging water and tried looking for hints from the river crew. I was
looking for his helmet on the edge of the surface, and I was ready
to jump in to free him. That strange feeling of being watched returned,
but I didn't care. I think the other guys noticed it as well,
because we continued down river. Moments later, I really felt like I was
giving up on my dad. I didn't want to leave. I didn't care
if the bear guide us. I needed to know that my dad was all
right. I trembled down the river and I was beginning to regret the entire
trip. The harsh feeling evaporated when I heard Ma's laugh. Then Phil said,
there he is. My dad had been picked up by another group and
had already made five new friends. I was relieved. We traded some snacks
for our crew members and we were off to finish the mission. We hit
the double hydraulics rivers in and Schoolhouse rapids, and then we took a swim
in the river. It felt nice to stretch out and do the backstroke.
I was sunburnt and exhausted. I laughed as the fish tickled my legs.
This was what it was all about, testing yourself, so resting yourself feels
incredible. We climbed back into the raft and started paddling as Nick made another
bare joke. We climbed stairstep rapid and prepared ourselves for killer falls. We
were thrashed and thrown all around the lower yo, but still came out breathing
and afloat. We finished Bruner run and embraced each other. As we had
finished the journey, we pulled into the landing and loaded the rafts onto the
bus. I picked a window seat. On the ride back, I kept
my eyes peeled for one last look at our river stalker, but I drifted
away asleep. The Washington wild Things were one of my favorite baseball teams growing
up. They were an independent minor league team that allowed you to get up
close and personal with the game. My grandfather would take me out to the
ballpark at least once or twice everything summer, and we had many stories to
tell. We have caught foul balls, got an autographs, and even got
to run on the field. But one night, on our way home,
something happened that I will never forget. We both got to see a creature
that the local ball team was named after. Mysterious monsters are no stranger to
Appalachia. The Eastern United States is filled with legends of snally gaster, wampus
cats, and werewolves. The native tribes and local townspeople both have serious warnings
about staying away from the woods when the sun goes down. There have been
many mysterious disappearances through the ages that have been linked to these unexplainable beasts.
Mountain Monsters filmed an episode in Washington County. They were hunting the dust Man,
the most agile and fastest of the Appalachian Mountains. In twenty nineteen,
a truck driver on Route seventy watched a bear dart across the road at mile
marker three. He said the creature ran on two legs and had a long
snout like a dog. I believe my grandfather and I witnessed the creature these
men were talking about, but we called it the wild Thing. After hitting
Cabella's earlier in the day, Pepper and I drove down to Washington for the
ball game. I peered out the window and pointed at a deer we spotted.
There was always a bunch in the outfields and the baseball fields. We
passed the park where they played the Beast of the East tournament. I wondered
where they got that name. We pulled past the mall and finally arrived at
the stadium. We parked in the gravel lot behind the field, and I
always admired the house on the hill that could watch every game for free.
We got our tickets and I ran straight to the dugout. Pepper went to
the concession stand, and by the time I would see him next, I
had a baseball that was full of autographs and was best friends with the mascot.
The wild Thing was some type of wildcat. The game started and we
had great seats. The wild Things were playing the miners and we were out
to an early lead. The picture threw a gym and the game felt like
it flew by. We had the game locked up going into the ninth and
we started heading towards the exit, still watching the final outs. They popped
out in the infield and we ran out to the car to beat the rush.
We were westward and I was ecstatic about the victory. I was gripping
the laces on the ball, practicing different pitches, and admiring the autographs when
my grandpa suddenly jerked to the left lane. I looked up and saw a
deer angling right toward the road. I backed up in my seat when I
realized it was on a suicidal path. The poor deer was being chased by
a big, black, muscular wolf. My grandpa was flooring it when he
switched the lanes. We had already been at a bad wreck when his Chevy
Blazer rolled and my Grandma's bu it was not ready for any dance. I
turned my head back to see what had happened to Bamby, but she had
leaped back into the darkness, and so did her pursuer. My stomach ached
for the deer, but that's the way of the forest. My grandpa made
a joke about that being a close one, but seemed unfazed by the incident.
He had seen many bears, mountain lions, and a plethora of other
animals while honey, so a wolf was nothing out of the ordinary. But
I felt otherwise. The presence this creature held was unlike any animal in the
wild. This animal knew what it wanted. It had a purpose. The
wolf was using all four legs, but it looked similar to a human bear
crawl. It may have been a wear bear. I asked my grandpa if
he had seen the wolf, and he shook his head. Of course he
did. He probably spotted it before me. After hunting for half a century
and being a marine kid developed some keen skills. He mentioned that we have
them that same size on the farm as well. I wondered what he meant
by that? Did he know that this wolf was different? Were there liking
thropes lurking in brock Ridge, the same creatures that King Arthur attempted to train,
the pets that Adolf kept. Maybe maybe that was what dropped from the
trees on Jake and me, the offspring of the wild thing, the creature
from the hieroglyphics. Stay tuned for more sasquatch otos will be right back after
these messages. Chapter five. Clear Lake Creature, Ontario, Canada. The
cottages at Clear Lake remind me of the Robin Williams movie What Dreams May Come.
There is a heavenly explosion of color and expression flooding this campsite north of
the sky Dome. The water is famous for a largemouth bass, fishing and
summertime activities. The unique coastline and immense marshlands provide a perfect home for beaver,
deer, and other traveling animals. The Rideau Waterway is rich with folklore
and stories of aquatic monsters. But the locals told me of a story of
the best fishermen along Ottawa. And he doesn't use a rod and reel.
There are thousands of sasquatched sidings along Ontario and the rest of Canada. There
are some communities that have been completely abandoned because they have been overrun by these
creatures. The Nahani Valley is infamous for red eyed giants that left many visitors
beheaded. The people of clum To encountered these creatures on a daily basis.
Aboriginal tribes refer to these monsters as bogs, cadeaux, critters, stinkas,
jacko maltos, and yellow top Saskatoon Saskatchewan is no stranger to these strangers.
The country even have a big foot privy on the quarter next to the Queen
Elizabeth and the Maple Leaf. The coush Taka is an ottoman known to save
its victims before stealing their souls. The wind to Go is known to invade
villages after long cold seasons when starvation is prominent. Natives who were forced to
become cannibals were far more susceptible to possession of the beast. The show Hannibal
is full of wind to Go imagery and is obviously about cannibalism and primal instinct
as well. I have narrated many firsthand Canadian encounters. A ten footer backed
away from a tribesman wielding an axe next to a fire. A hiker saw
a tall, hulking figure from thirty meters during a solo hike in BC.
A pack West train worker is sadly played with nightmares after numerous encounters. There
was a giant footprint found in nineteen ninety one on Vancouver Island, and a
driver swerved to miss one more than a decade ago. In southern Ontario,
Sadly, a family in port Albany are being terrorized by creatures they believed to
be related to Gigantopithecus. One First Nation man named them books. His village
had many interactions with these yellers. He witnessed something spook a bear and forced
it to swim across the bay in an instant. A seismic outfit encountered a
creature throwing rocks and making guttural sounds after being flown in deep north of Fort
Nelson. In Renfrew, a goose hunter had an encounter. While he had
some decoys in the water. He watched a monster man scooping water with his
huge hands. After five minutes, his fishing bell went off, and the
creature stared right at him. It ignored the bell completely. It growled in
a deep and guttural, demonic growl and paralyzed him. He pulled his gun
and it ran off. It took about twenty minutes to recover. He urged
not to make eye contact with these beings. They have the ability to project
fear. In the summer of two thousand and one, I skipped most of
the baseball season for a once in a lifetime fishing trip to northern Ontario with
my best friend's family. They had been renting at the cottages for years and
had a community of friends who met back up every summer. I had heard
many stories from Ian and his sisters about the lake and really couldn't wait to
finally see the beautiful ballue. My mom and grandpa were excited that I was
getting to visit some uncharted waters and sent me along with some lucky lures.
My dad dropped me off at the Coleman's and asked me to get him an
argonaut shirt. I loaded my stuff into Ian's car and went into the house
for dinner. Ian was playing in sixty four while the twins were finished packing
up and missus Coleman invited me to sit down for chicken and potatoes, her
signature dish. She was staying home to take care of the animals, but
had been up to the cottages plenty of times. She was excited for me
to meet her and finally see what the fuss was all about. She told
me to take the paddle boat out to Baskoe for huge largemouth. She put
her hand on my hand and looked me in the eye and asked me not
to let Ian go to Misty Island. And before I got to ask,
the entire family poured into the kitchen and it was just about time to go.
We drove through the night and I was in the back with the twins.
They were making fun of me because I'd never waterskied before. The girl
said I might have to stick to the kneeboard, whatever that meant. They
were talking trash about shuffleboard and horseshoes too, but at least we would all
be on the same team for the US versus Team Canada soccer match. The
girls didn't care to fish much, though not anymore, they said. A
few hours later, we were at the famous duty free shop on the Canadian
border. I was out of the country for the first time if the Lake
Erie boat trips didn't officially count. We met up with a family that was
friends with the Colemans and the Mobiles. I knew them through Saint Ed's my
dad's The Mater. The brothers went on to play for the Mariners and the
Mets. For now we were Cleveland brothers in Canadian territory. The Coleman clan
fell asleep in the back while I rode in the front with Rich. He
was the coach on the Peewee Falcons and had actually drafted me, but I
was already playing with the Browns because they were family. He told me that
I would have my own room, pointed out the buildings of downtown Toronto and
told me all about the species of fish in the Lake system. He said
to watch out for wolves and black bear. I asked him if that's what
had scared the twins, and he replied, the thing that scared the girls
scared the bears too. The clan must have felt a familiar turn because they
all woke up and moments later we were pulling into the cottages. It was
a magical feeling arriving. Why the birds were chirping I ran around following Ean
while he pointed out all the hot spots. He showed me the shuffleboard courts,
the paddle boats, and where they displayed the Nightly Movie. We greeted
a fisherman had found the girls on the beach. We unpacked in the cozy
cabin and it was time for breakfast. We devoured breakfast and met the rest
of the Yan's crew. One big kid called himself Carp, and his two
cousins were named Rod and Hook. Clearly they came from a fisherman family.
They gave us a tour of their cabin, freezer, and also their tackle
box. They knew all the best spots around the waterway. They were the
true kings of summer. Eden was excited to show me Bass Cove. We
rented a paddle boat and got our reels ready. We crossed the misty waters
into the mysterious lagoon. We dropped our lines in and boom, we had
them snagged. Giant bass went after our worms. Within seconds, we caught
and released some cows. I've never seen such active waters. We were having
such a blast and lost track of time. We were out there for hours,
but it only felt like minutes. We were so busy unhooking and baiting
our lines we felt to notice the dark clouds approaching. After a while,
we saw the storm approaching, but chose to ignore it. The fishing was
too good and I was worried I'd never have that luck again. I was
right. We told each other one more catch and agreed. Rain was now
falling and the waves were beginning to grow. We were stubborn and kept fishing.
Thirty minutes later it was a downpour, but we were still catching fish.
We heard a tree crash towards the bank, and we figured it was
the storm telling us to go. We both stared towards the sound and continued
to fish. Then another tree fell, That one was not the wind.
Ian knew exactly what it was and murmured, we have to go under his
breath. As we packed up the boat and started peddling, there was a
roar of thunder from the sky and an even bigger one from the tree line.
I was too scared to even turn around. I knew it was a
monster, but I think he was trying to help us. I was taking
his advice and getting home. We made it to the marina just by the
time the weather was getting ugly. Waves were forming and the rain was pouring
down sideways. We ran into cover with our hands full and our hearts still
pumping from our lagoon encounter. Ian's dad laughed as we barreled into the cabin
soaking wet. He asked us how it went and replied, you see it
while smiling. Ian was still shaking, and his dad knew we had had
an encounter with the creature. I took a warm shower and changed my clothes
in my room. By the time I climbed out for lunch, the twin
sisters had heard about our lagoon encounter. They came into my room and asked
me if I got a visual. I told them that I didn't see too
much, but I could sure feel the monster in my chest. They told
me that they had been lost in the lagoon years ago and had heard loud
screams with trees crashing down. Becca swore she had seen the monster through the
branches. They were afraid he was going to sink their boat, but I
truly think it was the exact opposite. He warns people of getting too close
to his island. He might be our buffer to a much meaner creature.
The rest of the week flew by. I made a bunch of friend ends
and those that felt like they would last forever. We made plans for the
next summer and promised to keep in touch, but sadly I never spoke to
my Canadian friends again. I hope one day, on our journey, our
destined paths will intertwine once again. I am forever grateful for that sea monster.
If we had stayed out there on those choppy waters for much longer,
our boat would have capsized and we would have most likely drowned. Nobody would
have heard of screaming. They say, you don't gotta go home, you
can stay. I don't want to be trying to try that time everything.
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