Well, having a clue where I am right now. I've never been right
here before. I've been up and down that salt water in my boat,
I don't know how many times over the years, but I've never been I've
never been on this side of the inlet on land before. Ever. I
looks like it's a big flat estuary down there down blow. Me might go
check that out after maybe, and then see what's up. If I know,
I know, if I go this way on this logging road, I
will eventually end up at the mint lake that's right through the drone up.
That's where I stayed. And I'm signed in a little cabin years ago,
and I was a big and wear my mum and then other woman heard something
massive on two legs walk between the cabin and the forest. And I don't
have enough time to go that way right now. In fact, I've gone
too far. I was supposed to have gone today, right because I got
to get home for dinner. So I want to go check out that estray
though maybe tomorrow go on adventure day. Let's see what's up. So in
the meantime, while this while the planet falls apart, let's get a let's
get some voices heard here. All right, get back on track. Feels
good to be all in the woods. Holy cow, those are the fresh
airs enough to make a huge difference. But anyway, here we go,
Here we go. Listen to this. It's the title Whose sasquatch really are?
Hey, Steve, watching you for over two years now. My name
is Ed Blunk and I'm seven years old. I've been studying sasquatch over fifty
years. I grew up in the country, spend most of my time in
the woods slash forests, hunting, fishing, and trapping. I've heard more
many I've heard many strange sounds in the woods, but I haven't had a
face to face encounter. My son and daughter in law have have have had
two encounters with the sasquatch, and I will agree none of us are experts
when it comes to sasquatch slash bigfoot slash SABBA. But since the sasquash genome
study has been done by doctor Melville Ketchum and research team, and not just
hers, but other genome studies have been done and also agree with hers.
And yes, they have tried to discredit her who are putting forth the truth,
but that does not change the truth Sabe slash Sasquatch are a human hybrid.
The DNA from the mother's side is one hundred percent human, the DNA
from the father's side is from a completely unknown being. They are human hybrids,
which means they were not here on earth before a human slash mankind was.
And Jen one twenty six twenty eight tells us man was created in the
image of God and was given dominion over the earth and the animals, over
every single living thing that moves on the earth. Was not. Why's it
so hard for people to understand Sasquatch are not We're not created by God and
we're never meant to be on the earth in the first place. Hybrid being
was not created by God. And I believe, as Descar Scott Carpenter and
many of us other questions, that they are a type of off breed.
The Neplum giants of Jen Doch six one four the children of fallen angels taken
human women as wives, and many other places to talk about the giant slash
Neplum even after the flood of Noah in the Old Testament. So yes,
they know who God and Jesus are and they know he created humans that he
did not create them, and this is one reason they hate us humans so
much and why they tell people the truth when they mind speak to them.
There was so much deception going on today and it's growing worse, not seeing
all Sasquatch slash Satvey are bad but them, but then having a fallen angel
DNA in them, which fallen angels who fell with Satan come from the dark,
evil side, and we live in an evil, fallen Satanic world and
it's going to grow worse until Jesus Christ comes back to Earth and makes things
right again. Now there will be many who disagree with this, but I
believe the truth will come out in the end. Now when it comes to
mind speak and they speak to people and them being what they are, just
how do these people know Sabby are telling them the truth? They don't and
they are lying to people. And I agree with Scott Carpenter, they cannot
be trusted. You've received many emails telling of people seeing them with UFOs,
coming get it out of portals from a different dimension and at times just fading
to nothing, etcetera. They have supernatural abilities which I believe comes from the
fallen angel DNA in them. Sasquatch do not own the forests. They were
not given to manion over the earth as mankind was. We have the right
to be out there as much more more than they do. Plus there are
other cryptos out there much worse than Sabbay. We are living in the very
last of the last days. The end of the age is drawing near and
is one reason we are seeing evil growing stronger in the world. Now.
People can disagree, but all you have to do is look around you to
know it's true. Sasquatch has being proven to being to be a human hybrid,
so they were never a created being by God and humans were here first,
and sasquatch would not even exist without human women. That is a proven
fact by the genome study. What all they can do and why we are
still learning that, as Scott Carpenter says, and I fully agree, they
cannot be trusted. Stay safe out there, Steve, and keep doing what
you're doing as we seek the full truth. God bless always Ed blunk Okay,
Yed, thanks for saying that, Amen in Just so you know,
I've had that same flavor email sent dozens of times. Many many people are
absolutely convinced they are the fallen angels there, evil can't be trusted. Then
there's other people who have been saved by them and have coexisted alongside them for
many years. And then you hear about the native, the old native tribes
who used to trade with them, and they've passed that knowledge down through their
storytelling in their communities. Right, take from it from take from that what
you will, you guys, will leave it. One thing, though,
I would wouldn't My comment you go on is when you say that times are
going to get worse. Evils here. It's a dark, dirty, agnasty
world. Jesus will come here and save the day. Now listen, this
is how I feel about that. I think there is a whole pile of
good on the earth to day. And I think there is a whole pile
of very strong, determined, good souled human beings on the face of the
earth who can in the room, who can make a difference, and who
can fight the evil and stop it. That's what I think, and that's
what I wouldn't mind doing. I would myself. I would much rather put
it forth a massive effort to stop and rub out the evil sons of bitches.
Myself, along with many other people then to just sit back and call
the end of times are common and Jesus on his way to save our asses.
That's just me putting it the rough way, right, But that's just
me. I do believe there is hope among us, and I believe we
can make a difference and we can fight the evil and stomp it. It's
ass out. But anyway, there's a bunch of valid points to meet there.
The genome study, the mitochondrial DNA, and what's the other name of
the other DNA I forget, I'm sorry, but it does make sense that
if they are originally human female, which the genome study has said numerous times,
then you're right, how could they have been here longer than us?
Right? The log and show it down there isn't too loud for you,
guys. Some sha can hear me. It's better than the echo in the
shop or the rain hit in the metal roof. Right. Anyway, thanks
again for sending that in a lot of people appreciate that, including me.
I appreciate every single email they gets written in and share it here. Okay,
you guys, every single one, every single person needs to be heard.
Some are gonna take from some of these emails. Some are gonna leave
it, but at least everybody got their chance to speak. It followed me
another horseback story, Steve, when watching your YouTube channel for quite some time
now, and I decided to share this with you. I never actually saw
a sabbe, but I believe there was at least one around for a time
near my home. I was a country girl living in western New York,
not far from the Pennsylvania border, where there are a lot of woods and
very hilly. I'd say it was around nineteen seventy five of these occurrences.
My family owned a small dairy farm, and I was about sixteen when some
strange things began happening. Two different times, we found one of her cows
dead in the pasture. It was never clear how each one died. The
first one appeared to have no wounds, except her bag was completely eaten off.
We figured it died in natural causes and some small predator was an opportunist
getting a free and easy meal. The second was a bit more strange.
Actually, I never found out the condition of the second cow. Perhaps my
father purposely kept me kept that from me. Anyway, that morning, when
my brother heard of the cattle down the lane and over the hill where they
went every day. They all congregated out this dead cow, forming a ring
around it, and our only bull was in the center with the carcass,
lifting his head and bellowing loudly. It was bizarre. Again, the concrete
explanation was never determined, and soon forgot out of my horse story. After
that, I had an account. It was something in the woods. One
afternoon, As I said earlier, we would send the cows out to open
graze over the hill. We had about one hundred and twenty five acres woods,
creeks and open meadows for them to roam. Sometimes they would not come
back in time on their own to be milked, so I would get on
my horse fund and herd them back to the barn. That afternoon, I
rode down the hill and then between the two wooded hillsides where a creek ran
through. Now we stopped to water my horse there. All of a sudden,
my horse's head flew up from the water, looked into the woods,
and then shot out of there, racing for the field on the inner side
of the hill. I'm riding bareback, trying to hang on. He was
running so fast, and I was pulling so hard on the reins that they
actually ripped right off the bridle leather reins, mind you, and I fell
off. He stopped and I quickly got back up. Lucky. Now I'm
afraid it was scared at him so much, and I can't just and I
can't just get back on him, and managed to temporarily tie the broken reins
back on his bridle while watching the woods and creek where we just came from.
And let me tell you, that was one of the scariest moments in
my life, getting that bridle put back together and only a short distance from
those woods. Let me know what. My horse was not the skittish type
and had never acted this way. He started to calm down, which in
turn helped me to calm down. Now I had to go along the same
woods between the two hillsides to get to the next field where I might find
the cows. As we're walking too much brush and trees to run through,
my horse would jerk his head nervously towards the woods, acting very spooked.
It's too dark to see into the thick woods, but something was obviously following
along with us just inside the tree line, out of sight. It was
about a ten minute walk, and my horse continued to be very nervous looking
over to the woods. We got to the next past year, I stopped.
I let my horse calm down, which he did. He started getting
some grass, when again its head flew up and he took off. This
time I was prepared and all for getting away from there. To my dismay,
the cows were in that pasture either, which meant I had to go
further up over a hill of trees to one last field at the top.
If I didn't find them there, I had to come back down that hill
to go along those same woods where this thing was. I was so afraid
that whatever it was was going to be in those trees on the hillside on
my way back down. Sure enough, the cows weren't there. Luckily we
did not encounter anything coming back down that hill. My brain and senses were
on such high alert. We eventually found the cows passed that field and in
the front part of those same woods, closer to the barn I gained.
Big foot never entered my mind back then, and maybe it was a bear
very rare back then, or a bobcat, or even a dog or a
person I doubt that on my horse would react to these, but who knows.
I don't think we had kylots back then as as there are now.
I didn't smell it, hear anything, but there was something there, watching
and following us. The last thing to report, and I believe was around
the same timeframe, was a scream in the night. Sometimes my brother would
be out parting with his friends, would come home, sit in his truck
and listen to music before coming inside. It's about midnight, and I stepped
out on our back porch to see if he was home, and he wasn't.
It was a clear, crisp night, no wind, no sound,
and all of a sudden, I hear this loud scream come from the hillside
on the other side of the valley where I have my scare. However,
however, way at the top, it sounded like a woman being murdered.
It stopped, then it did it again. My adrenaline just skyrocketed. I
could feel my heart beat, my ears. I just stood there frozen.
I waited a couple of minutes, but it never made another sound. Anyway,
That's my experience. Although I never actually saw whatever it was in those
woods that day, I can't seem to shake how it made me feel and
what could have happened. I still love the outdoors and want to go to
any woods. My senses are on high alert. Not easy to relax and
just enjoy. You've got the good works, Steve. We know it's a
lot really appreciated. Thanks again, Cathy Eaton. Kathy, thank you for
said on that. You know it's funny. A lot of people might not
think too much of what you just shared was because you didn't see anything right
or whatever. But one thing everybody's got to understand is if you are actually
compelled to go online on the internet, possibly come across my channel, and
then you're absolutely compelled to seek out the one of the emails and sit down
and type out a lengthy experience from your past to send to us or here,
you've got to understand that whoever and everyone that does that, you have
to understand a picture the impact that that experience had on them. Right,
A lot of people might think, oh, while you're just on a horse
getting spooped. Everybody with a horse has been on a horse, has been
spook before. It's just the way it is that not everybody feels compelled to
write in a story and share what happened to them that one specific time and
try to explain the feelings that they have my experience, right, because I
just remember that if a story, if they didn't see anything face to face,
don't forget it's the feeling. The feeling of being terrified, it threatened,
is absolutely substantial, all right, Like it's over the top. Okay.
That is what sticks with people for the rest of their life, and
that what changes people when it comes time for them to go out in the
woods, and that is what makes people want to write in and share what
they experience with us. Right, It's something very substantial. It's a pretty
big timber down there below me. Soun's going down. They're to keep reading.
Thanks again for send that in. Appreciate it, all right. Hair
Raising hunting walk. Hello, see you, Harry, my friend. We've
never met yet face to face though A strange though for a strange feeling I
get every time I watch one of your videos. It's like I've known you
for us most of my life. Perhaps because we have so much in common.
We both hunt fish like the outdoors and don't have a use for people's
bullshit when it comes to our way ha ha awesome. I'm certainly with you
on that. I mention on one particular video I watched regarding the hunter from
Mexico you guided on the goat and sheep hunt. That was a lengthy comment,
but if you have to read it or do it may express a little
something of myself and a bit about my life experiences, all in terms of
what's non life threatening by the actions we take and moving forward, though pushing
the panic button in a situation many many miles back on the woods, we
make the right decision without any thought of negative impact by using our common sense
judgment that as hunters, it deems us very hearty group of highly skilled,
knowledgeable people. We all have common stories and yours was, as I say,
was not much different than mine. Moving on to the story I want
to share with you and everyone else who has the pleasure and not but are
fascinated intrigued by the stories were out through the emails you receive. Here is
a time when the hair on the back of my neck wasn't enough burning signal,
but something that experienced while on a hunt that had my hundred percent attention
and curiosity as to what is out there. It was an early fall day
on a Muelder hunt with a few hunting friends of mine, one of those
who I mentioned in my comments on another of your videos, were up in
a well known area of BC, notorious to a many sightings and encounters to
let us known as a Sasquatch. I'm hunt in this area quite extensively in
the early days of many trips into the outdoors in pursuit of an animal to
harvest for sustiments to fill my freezer. It was on a particular walk through
a watershed and a walk up and overgrown logging road that took me through all
aspects of a wooded forest that put every hair on my body up in the
air. I'm a thirty odd six in hand and my shot gun over shoulder
with me, so I wasn't in any situation that called for a little extra
firepower. Should I write, shall I should I run out of AMMO?
Was say a bear and another animal? Not that I am a bad shot,
just to safety back up. This particular logging road had caught my eye
numerous times while traveling north up the main line of Harrison Lake the Morris Valley
Road. It was a spur road that went west northwest off the main line
called Cartwell Creek forest Service Road. There's a sign that marks the creek because
you cross over it on the main line. It's on a slow bend in
the road and almost has the real eerie feeling about it. Just driving by
the turn off as I was about to walk up. This always had the
hair on my next stand up every time I had driven by it. I
really don't know why this went on, and curiosity had gotten the best my
fascination of what the F's up this road I needed to experience. No,
now, I don't know what your knowledge is in this area or even on
the particular creek, and Rhoda was about to walk up this walk had me
almost scared shitless before I even took one step up this road. I even
stopped dead in my tracks at the start of it, looking into a dark,
almost tunnel like forest right at the start, setting off the internal instinctual
alarm that told me either I'm crazy or just playing crazy as to why I
wanted to go up this damn road alone on foot, or at least I
had firepower. I had plenty enough shells, not only in the odd six
and shotgun, but as well in my pockets were backup. I don't know
why I did this. I did never question it. Maybe it was just
hunter instinct, something worth the action necessary. Wherever the case. I started
in through the overgrown entry onto a road that was so eerie every single step
of the way for me. I wasn't sure what it was, but something
was watching my every damn step, and I mean every step. The hairs
of my body just stood up now as it type this now, just like
they did back then. It's almost twenty twenty two and when I was on
this road back in late ninety roughly so thirty years later, and this road
still creeps me out as something of spiritual significance for my belief is out there.
Wow, that really made me stop typing. I had to stop tapping
and come back to now. I was right there as I was actually typing
this out to where I had to stop my story and sit back and catch
my breath, settle down, and focus on continuing my story. What the
heck? My laptop froze just now, right in mid sentence of the last
of last on the word story. Okay, now this really is off and
creepy. My laptop is running like it's way too hot, and it's never
been like that, like this at all. I'm going to stop here and
we'll send this to you as an unfinished story for now. This is too
weird creepy for him. Holy shit. All right, that's a different one,
right, typing out a story to us and getting creeped out while doing
it and then pulling the pin all together. All right, Well, what
can I tell you about this is? Uh, yeah, that's It's always
been a hot bed there. I know a friend of mine he went up
there and they had something screaming, like off the edge of the logging room
like this down in the thicket, like right below me. They heard this
weird whining yelling like something was absolutely distressed. They didn't have a clue what
it was. They started throwing rocks in there, and the things started screaming
even louder, and they never went in there to go investigate, although he
said he was curious, but something told him not to go in there and
do it right. Anyway, if you want to write back, which more
than a story, send it away, man, Send it away, and
I'll get to it and I'll share everybody. There are so many people that
have had experiences up around Harrison's ridiculous and then obviously followed at Valley straight up
and you end up where I was m in Pemberton. In between Pembert and
Harrison. There's so many sightings, it's absolutely ridiculous. All right, here
we go. Three bigfoot experiences in Tennessee See. I'm not sure if I
get past your junk folder trying to send this again. Thanks Jim Knoxville,
Tennessee. All right, I'm fifty five. Name's Jim my Son. Matt
Is twenty five. We have three experiences. I'm ex military ten years,
United States Air Force nuclear weapons technician four six three with top secret clearance,
went on went on to work for Bowling and eventually did it work for d
Oe and oak Ridge, Tennessee thirty years with the government. First experience,
around twenty ten was backwoods camping up by Angel Falls, Big South Fork,
Tennessee. I was alone, estimated about three am. I was in a
one person low tent. I woke and was staring at nothing but the sound
of my tent being shaken one foot from my face very angrily. I controlled
my breathing as my heart was going up in my throat. It was completely
silence, and I never heard it walk away. It was basically a ghost.
I'd gotten that strange feeling something was watching me that day. I never
considered big boort or such during those years, never considered big foos in Tennessee.
I prayed it killed me by the neck, if it was going to
kill me and not dragged me off chewing on me. My mind raption.
It was a mad bear or something. I fell back asleep and that was
the end of that. I didn't have a gun. Oops. I was
lucky he fell back asleep. I don't know if I give you that.
The second experience was summer twenty eighteen. Son and I were prospecting Golden Coker
Creek, Tennessee, north of chat Chattanooga, Tennessee. To give you an
idea of location, two significant things happened. One a herd ran through the
camp, and two a bipedal creature ran by in the creek. The sixth
night, we woke to hounds chasing something in the area, the sound of
stomping feet getting louder and louder. I heard if something was coming. I've
experienced it what a heard can do. During desert storm, I was boar
hunting and Balakassire Balkas Turkey. The Muslim community used pots and pans to run
dozens of boards up the mountain towards us. I thought it was going to
have to climb a tree. Of course, you can hear the ground stick
cracking and bushes shaking and all. I stared at the front of my tent,
watching intensely, as I knew it was kind of as I knew it
was coming to run me over somehow. I think they used the sound to
terrorize us. As it got louder and louder, it was like beating drums.
He could actually feel the pounding earth, very heavy, the same weight
of bowls or cows. I was just sitting there, waiting, watching,
waiting, and watching to die. In my mind I was I was asking
where in the hell did a herd get loose in the woods. But it
was also like drums beating louder and louder and closer and closer. There was
no There was no sound of sticks, leaves snorting, or any ground noise.
These things were heavy and solid, but I don't think they actually touched
the ground. We joked and called them a ghost herd for a long time
they went through us like we were invisible. I guess they were in spirit.
They were touched anything. It was all found. Matt speculates he heard
them running individually earlier across the creek and thought they eventually all got into the
step, or eventually all got into step. He speculates there was about ten
big foot running together. He had heard more than I did. I had
to get control of my breathing. Matt was looking at both sides of his
trailer and saw nothing. During this time, we were both frozen in fear,
shock and confusion. Did not speak. The second part was the bipedal
ran past us. We were probably ten feet from the creek. Right after
the ghost heard I heard something running our way. Doe, douche, and
here it comes. Total time two to three minutes. As it got closer,
it got louder and so clear. It was not splashing or dredging water.
The dogs were quiet at this time. Its stride was perfect and long.
It jogged by us and slowly started fading as it ran up the creek.
It was amazing because the creek was three foot or better in places,
and it did not slow or miss a step. It was perfect and clearly
large steps. It sounded like he was making five foot increments are better.
This creek is easily up to my knees, and I'm six foot and better.
At places. We spent six days prospecting this. It would have been
twice my leg size to do what it did. It was an individual.
My son speculates at one time three or four of them got into sink and
also ran by and probably did. They are perfection creatures, high intelligent and
so smart. We are just dumb masses compared. At that point, I
had to check to see if I was dreaming and confirmed the bipedal. I
set out my tent, winned a Matt. Was that two feet? Matt
said, yeah, what about the herd? I said, yeah, I
heard that that was two feet right, Yeah. I was so excited about
how clear the bipedal runner was. Finally in my life confirmed there are creatures
that must be near ten foot tall making that kind of stride, and it
was so smooth, super super exciting. Everyone says, bear, dear,
et cetera. I know what I heard, and this was bipedal and strong
and a giant. I do not imagine this. This entire event that night
went on for an hour or more. At times the dogs ran something up
the creek, and you can hear the dogs dredging water. It was very
clear. I felt they were playing with the dogs, but occasionally the dogs
did get in trouble. The dogs have been chasing things every night that week,
but this was the first night they ran it by us. At one
point we heard a dog get kicked, go silent and at a poof bark
as its air was knocked out. Then the silence dog, we figured Bigfoot
picked it up and covered its mouth because we eventually heard it barking at the
other end of the creek. There were three dogs. One was the main
one because it was much louder and it was obviously catching up to them at
times. This was fascinating as well, as we still sat on our beds
totally in fear and wonder. The next day we investigated and talked to a
guest at the cabin a few on feet away, and they said they came
out with guns that night and didn't know what the hell was going on.
I did find with the dog at Bigfoot had that little scramble in the grass
and the bank by the creek. The dog prints were there. No other
prince, no deer, bear, et cetera. There were no tracks.
This was all done by a ghost. This area of Coker Creek was where
the Cherokee Indians would camp for the summer, cool in the mountain tea piece
as far as you can see. So this place does have supernatural abilities,
I guess. So that was a crazy experience. Third experience in July twenty
twenty one on the Tennessee Kentucky border, where we had put out trail cams
for a hobby. It had been three years since the Coker Creek experience and
we had already relaxed, forgotten what can happen in the woods. It was
backwoods camping and had a fire and dinner, went to bed about three a
m. Went out to pe. On the way back end I've seen red
eye shine. I did have a red light on entering the tent. I
joked that something was watching us and we laughed. Went to sleep. I
awoke to the top of the trees roaring. Wait. I awoke to the
top of the trees roaring as there are being shaken to hell if I tied
a rope to the ball in my four wheel drive shovey and tied on a
tree, I could duplicate it. We burn wood for heat, so we
live in the country on a farm when we are not city slickers lost in
the woods. We have worked with trees all our lives. It was that
powerful and not something you want to wake up to while sleeping in the woods.
I woke out and said, what is that? He said, take
out your ear plugs. I said, I don't want to joking, but
I really do not want to believe what I was hearing. Are you freaking
kidding me? I'm in another horror movie and it's not a movie. The
trees are being shaken violently and threatening. It was about twenty feet away and
the last four to five minutes before going completely quiet, no sounds whatsoever.
It was a new moon and it was pitch dark, no sound of it
moving in the tree. Nothing. This was the horrifying thing when you're desperately
trying to get information on something and it gives you nothing. And the creek
nearby was also quiet, as they can turn off all the sound somehow.
I remember thanking God that my neck did not make any noise, and I
turned my neck, and that is how freaked out I was. We did
not move or speak. We posted before trail cams that day, and none
of them was in our area. Of course, at fifty five, this
is the worst experience I've ever had. As I realized the terrorist slash adrenaline
slash unknown in me was removing my strength to fight, I knew I had
to stop fearing or it would give me a heart attack or reduce my ability
to fight. I did not have my gun. Matt had a twenty two
pistol. I had my head light my hand that I held ready to turn
on. As I waited for this monster to jump my tent in any second.
I was resolved to see it before it killed me. I must see
it. Maybe twenty minutes sitting staring into the dark and death by the quietness,
another thing happens. Something slowly floats past our tent. It had no
steps. It had a digital slash cricket sound tone was di di di Dit
three to four beeps start to stop. Matt spoke under his breath, it's
moving towards the camp where we had a fire. I was up and done
at that point. I heard it. Now what an alien? I knew.
I cannot let it terrorize me anymore. I knew I had to maintain
strength to fight by hand if needed. I ignored it. When you're about
to die, you learned to get real. I laid down, and if
I heard myself breathe, I would wake up to make sure I had the
head lay properly gripped righty to turn it on. I laid there trying to
figure out if we could walk out back to back. Matt had his twenty
two pistol. I felt we did not move. It had to make the
first moves, and we held our place. That would suck. That'd suck.
Here's some weird stuff. When the beeping thing flowed by, Matt said
it reached into him and tried to get him to vocalize. He felt it
was vibrating his vocal chords for him. He was really messed up. He
was really he was really messed with and tripping. He said. He held
us most tightly closed because he was afraid it was trying to get his location.
Our tent was between two large rocks, so I think we're hitting.
I did feel like they were looking for us. Oh sorry, it did
feel like they were looking for us. Matt also felt he was about to
stop his own heart he had stopped breathing completely and realized he'd better breathe.
This is the amount of fear and terror it was pushing on us. It
really pissed me off to realize it was not mean to us. It wanted
us to die. So these things are not a joke or some fun hobby.
You better in your spirit and beliefs if you want to go it at
night with them. Also, you better be ready to die. If if
you've not had any of your death experiences, you better stay out of the
woods at night, and I've had three more. In your death moments,
they help you accept death and therefore learned not to fear. Sometime later in
the nighttime, Oh sorry, Sometime later, the nightmares started to fade.
Around daylight, Woodpecker spent all of an hour praising the hell about something as
run away. Sorry, around daylight, a woodpecker spent all of an hour
raising hell about something as it ran away. I knew we made it.
When the morning light comes, it is like you're reborn after something like that.
This was the most horrifying near death experience I've ever had. Matt thinks
he almost died from fear. I think I think this was really his first
real near death experience. I've given you the basics of my experience. Matt
and I both sat down and did the full story. If you can share
a link to my stories. If you can share a link to my stories,
I would appreciate it. As you do, warn people, do not
go into the woods at night if you do not want, if you do
not have heavy firepower, as I do believe, they can easily kill you.
We do visit the area during the day and we are gifting and such
as therapy. It is important that you learn how to get back into the
woods. It is important that you get over your fears. I do believe
we are human light man and we are divine men. We are the only
creature that God code slash signature has. Sorry, we're the only creature that
has God code slash signature in our DNA. Bigfoot and these five d creatures
can see the light in us, our souls. If you're not spiritually alive,
the light is dim. They don't mind killing a dead man, but
they will back off the strong spirit man because it is right and they know
it. Stand do not fear. They know you're a divine But if you
don't know that then you are food sorry for the truth. That is how
I see it. One side note, when we came back home, my
wife said that we were white as a ghost for about two days. She
had to walk around the house gingerly so she would not freak us out.
Thank you for a place to tell our story. I need to have Matt
write his story. He got brain aft bad. Jim and Matt, you
can use our name all right. Man. That was a long one.
And you know what I got about three quarters through that, you guys are
realized you're read it before go figure? You know it sucks? Is I
think a lot of you guys send me emails to both the email addresses,
and then as I'm copying pasting in the notes, that's how they get double
slipped in there. And it's kind of an inconvenience, isn't it. Appreciate
you guys sending in the sending of their emails, though I sure wish everybody
would just everybody would just send it once. I really save a lot of
time, you know, all right here we go, let me get some
more share it. I got so many This is a titled thickfoot story.
I have fifteen plus years with a sheriff rescue organization in San Francisco Bay Area,
California, thirty five years as a firefighter and technical rescue instructor. Sorry
for the misspelling. In April two thousand, we were dispatched to a red
to a redwood grove to search for a five year old boy from Saudi Arabia.
He's bidding his relatives in the in Santa Cruz, California. Apparently he
was still in awe of the trees and for us, he took off running
and got lost. The family didn't realize he was gone for three hours.
It was a Friday in decent temperature. Some search crews wrotes about midnight.
Eighty people were dispatched to the area. In the morning, eighty searchers responded.
At eight am, the kid was found. When asked what did he
do last night and where did he stay, he stated this big hairy man
kept him warm and fed him berries. Kid was taking the hospital and he's
okay. D a story, Holy shit, another one, right, Another
kid goes missing and gets taken care of all night long. Kind of goes
against what the fallen angels would probably do. Possibly right, You never know.
I wonder how many search and rescue people will come across that same story
of people children having that happen. I think it's more of a few times
now right, it's getting cold. It's driving me crazy. A bombitor on
every road around here and going snooping. Maybe tomorrow I will temperatures dropping.
Sun's disappearing mark. This is red, all right. This is titled the
Truth. I step up. This finds you and your family in good health
in this crazy world we're living in today. I respect admiration front you're doing.
So get to get people the chance to hear the truth. Let them
take it and make their own common sense decisions. A little about myself.
I was born in sixty six on Ontario and moved to New Brunswick in seventy
nine. I grew up on a farm in the country where we raise cows,
pigs, chickens, turkeys, and also grew our own vegetables. Shot
me at first white tailed buck when I was thirteen years old. Grew up
hunting and respecting nature, and I'm still living on the farm and pursuing the
outdoors. I've been a big lad in my whole life. And I was
graduating eighty six. I was six foot three, two seventy five pounds of
pure muzzle. I tell you this because my whole life I've been big.
This gives me a good perspective on judging the size from usually being the biggest
guy in the building. I've had many experiences throughout my life with orbs,
UFOs and sasquatch. I became a heavy equipment mechanic which brought me to all
different levels and environments. I've worked underground mining. I've drove the biggest hall
trucks in the world. I've logged, I've drove log truck, dump truck,
just about any piece of equipment going. So I've had lots of outdoor
experience, from the mountains in Alberta to the Atlantic Ocean. Now here's what
happened in two thousand and seven. I've sold my business. I wanted to
go to Alberta and make some big money. That's hard to drive a tamned
truck with a big water tank on it to build the ice over the roads
for the winter road going from just outside of Conklin, Alberta, cutting across
the bush in a northern Saskatchewan which was very remote and the only time this
road could be in for the travel was in the wintertime. These roads traveled
through Muskeg and all kinds of different drainages. The road that we put in
is approximately twenty feet y, so you have to call on the radio whether
you're loaded going in or loaded going out, because the trucks basically cannot pass
on this road only when the conditions are absolutely out their best. Myself and
my two coal workers, who each operated a water truck, were lined up
to take water on our trucks so we could go and distribute it on the
road, myself being the first truck to fill up, the other two trucks
waiting a single file behind my truck to finish. Being typical truck drivers,
we had fifteen minutes for the trucks to load before we had to move them,
so we all stood aside our trucks on the road and did what the
truck drivers do well in the bush, which is bullshit, the dirtiest jokes
that we could think of. Out my side I view, I seen movement,
and when I looked down the road to my east, there was what
I thought was a moose standing face on in the middle of the road looking
at us. Immediately, I told the other two to have a look,
in which they did. It was about three seconds into the glance that I
realized this had to be the biggest tallest moose I've ever seen. And my
two buddies were also talking the same thing. Let's figure, let's figure.
Okay, sorry, there's a few typos here. This figure was three hundred
and fifty meters from us, just standing there until it moved. Now,
being that we are the ones that built the road, we know it is
twenty feet wide, and we also know the snow banks, then each side
of the road are four feet high, and this thing had to be twelve
feet tall and five and a half feet wide. You imagine seeing that.
And I have worked I pipelined way up north, and I've been on those
ice roads many times. I can't imagine seeing that standing there on one of
those roads. We watched with concern and disbelief as we seen as we see
moose out there all the time, because we come across wolf kills on the
road just about every morning. This thing on two legs took one stride and
was at the edge of the snow bank. Once it turned and walked to
the bank, not pause or look back all three of us were clearly concerned
and disbelief and looking for something we missed. Because this thing was way too
big. The first thought that came into my mind was that it had to
be the biggest epping trapper in the world. That's what was going through my
head. But I knew it wasn't possible. Too big, too tall,
too wide. While my truck loaded before I got in the move, while
my truck loaded before I got in the move, and I told the boys
I was going down there. There's no commas in periods, all right,
you guys. I told the boys, I was going down there, and
I was going to see where it went in the woods and where it came
out of the woods. And I was going to go look for tracks.
And I wanted them to stay on the radio while I drove down in case
I got into trouble. I drove up to twenty feet or where I seen
the disturbance in the snow bank from one side to the other. I was
only concentrating on the north side of the road which it went into the woods,
and sat there for a few moments, not scared. There's no periods
of commas, all right, so bear with me. Which it went into
the woods and sat there for a few moments, not scared, but it
concerned. I talked to my other coworkers and instructed them to come up and
pull up behind me when they were done, and I would get out of
the truck and have a look. When my first body arrived with his truck,
he parked at ten feet behind my truck on the road, and my
truck was directly opposite of where it went in the bank. I could sit
on my truck look straight out my side window at the path going into the
woods, and at a clear view of the path before I lost it in
the woods about one hundred and fifty feet, so I could tell it it
kept going. I jumped down from the truck, and the other driver got
out of his truck which was behind me, walked up to my truck,
jumped into the driver's seat, roll the window up, and locked the door.
Not want any part it was gonna what was gonna happen. I just
told him to watch my back. If you'd see anything, roll the window
down and yell. If you're seeing anything real dangerous, hold onto the air
horn. Now for putting roads through the middle of the muskeg in the middle
of nowhere. If any of you have seen a bulldoze road roffed, it's
quite a path of destruction. Well, this path in the snow reminded me
of a bulldozer going through the woods, roughly four feet wide. It just
basically stepped over the hard snow bank and then excuse me, you're just saying
a bug and then the soft snow of approximately three and a half feet,
which is in the wood and muskeg areas. I could not see anything in
the muskeg. I could smell anything either. I had to get in about
fifteen feet from the bank, and I could tell in the snow it was
on two feet, but I could not see any toes. It just looked
like a big bootprint that have been filled in and did not look right to
me. I wear a size thirteen boot. They are seventy five below zero.
Okay, so he's got boots that qualified for seventy five below zero.
His boots are actually fifteen and a half inches long and six inches wide,
and whose ever feet or of boots? Marks that were left in the snow
were a good eight inches longer and three inches wider. Holy shit, all
the hair on my body had just turned a wire. I cannot believe what
I was looking at. I wasn't scared of this point, more like shock.
I turned around, looked at my coworker and gave them a thumbs up,
which he rolled the window down far enough to say it's all clear.
I then proceeded further in to about the thirty footmark, where I could see
partial footprint, and this is when I got scared, and I mean scared,
trembling. I got out my flip phone, which back in two thousand
and seven had pretty shitty cameras, but I but a camera no less.
I was just starting to put the phone out over the track when this vibration
hit me. It was like my whole body was reacting to this vibration.
And then I heard the growl, and I mean like it came out of
the bottom of a big pit. I was terrified, lifting my head too,
lifting my head to look. I heard a scream behind me and a
snap in front of me, like drywood being snapped over your knee. When
I finally seen what was making the noise, I just about shift my pants
about two hundred feet away. What is this? Sorry, about two hundred
feet away? What is this being the same color as a mouse holding a
black spruce tree which was snapped off about ten feet high. The big arm
stretched from the shoulder. I was leaving the sound of the screaming and the
airhorn going off behind me. I cannot help myself. Phone in hand,
I turned and ran for my life. I jumped on the side of the
truck, beat on the door and told the operator opened the door for me.
I jumped in, release the air brakes, put the truck in gear,
and tore out of there. I was shaking, I was vibrating,
I was feeling sick to my stomach, and I was scared, and so
was my buddy, who was in shock and having a bad day. Well.
I never stopped for three kilometers and came to a cross intersection and parked
the truck. I asked my buddy what the f was at and he said,
either Bigfoot or the devil himself. Now we just didn't know. I
was pretty sure what it was from the pastor experiences, but this was the
first face to face contact I had. After fifteen minutes is going by.
The other operator had hollered for us to come up and take the truck out
of the road. As we had the road blocked. I instructed him we
were on the way and we had moved the truck and knocked for him to
get out of the truck. We told him it was a big bear,
which he said, yeah, all right. Anyway, I drove up to
the truck. The operator would not get out of his truck, but was
willing to slide over behind the wheel of mine. When I got out and
got his truck and we got out of there, I had no fear.
When I get out of the truck, I could tell it was gone.
That pressure that you talk about was not there at this time like it was
at first. Anyway, the other driver that's seeing it would not talk about
it. He didn't want to be ridiculed, and then asked, he thought,
and he asked. He thought, sorry, there's a few typos,
and he thought it was a big grizzly end of his story. This seems
to be the people's way of dealing with the unknown, and be on their
way of thinking. Out of myself and more curious than ever. I want
to educate people so they can make their own choice. There are things that
go bump in the night. I'm gonna tell you what's what I see in
Steve, and I'm a good judge of the size, and I know this
to be true, so this is how I would describe it to anyone.
It was every bit of twelve feet tall, considering I had a good twenty
seconds I have a side of it while it stood in the middle of the
road, and being a hunter, if it's under a kilometer, I'm within
yards of most of my calls now saying it was at least twelve feet tall
five and a half feet wide on the shoulders wide. It didn't have any
neck, but had massive, massive shoulders that were shaped just like a big
powerlifter Steve. At this time I was three and eighty pounds and I had
twenty four inch biceps, which are as big as most people's thighs. I
can tell you without a doubt about without a doubt, arms between thirty six
and forty inches around, and a forearm that had to be twenty eight to
thirty inches around. This thing was massive. It had different length of fur
which was very unkept and mattie looking, looking from six inches long to three
inches to hardly any on the face, especially around the nose and the eyes
and the bridge of the forehead, which was sloped, but not like a
girl's forehead. Now, I estimate the head was sixteen to eighteen inches wide
and the eyes were nine to eight inches apart, which, from my experience
with white tailed bucks is a good matures buck's ears are sixty inches apart at
their widest tip to tip. That gives you a good reference point when you
look at them, and their ears are out as far as possible judge the
rackwidth, so I'm very close to my description. The eyes were black,
big saucer leg heavily into the skull and knows there was every bit of as
seven inches wide, no teeth showing some gray in the chin area, but
mostly a chocolate e mouse color. I can also tell you from the mass
of this creature it was easily sixteen hundred to two thousand pounds without a debt,
in my mind, completely massive. Mail The tree has snapped off as
approximately six to eight inches in diameter where it had been snapped, and this
was a spruce tree. This was more human than you can believe. I
often pondered about people seeing in their emails that it was more human looking than
ape. Let me say this is definitely a relative of ours, or it
is what is left of Neanderthal. I'll give you this. And I did
not hear any mind speak, but by that vibration growl, I knew it
wanted me to leave, and I know it wasn't scary to me. I
have other stories I'll send in, but I want to tell the listeners something.
When people write about their experience and they say they see portals or a
shimmering object, take a moment to think about this. I'm looking at my
cat laying on my table in front of the picture window. Now, the
cat knows it can't smell through the window, it can't taste through the window,
that it can see through the window. I can't feel the wind through
the window, and cannot feel the rain through the window or the cold.
The cat knows this. But the cat also knows sometimes that window gets opened
and then it can go through the window like a portal. Now you see
where I'm going with this. The cat knows there's something there, but it's
probably not going but he's probably not calling it a portal. Now, let's
say humans have higher intelligence who create that window, and by opening as it
makes this a portal for the cat. It's just a window. But to
the cat it might be a portal just at the next level of a challenge,
is on a different level or a plane than us might use these portals
that we see as a simple window if the cat sees anyway, Steve,
I hope you stay healthy and pursue your passions and get the truth out there,
because everyone has a right to know what goes bump in the night.
Best wishes from the East Coast. Mikey. That's quite the fricking experience,
man, and I've been on those same roads, so you put me right
there. But it's the what takes me when makes me. It takes me
back a little bit. As your description, man, you've got a good
long already looking at that thing, and we've had quite a few people described
seeing something similar. That fricking huge. That's big. Isn't that just frickin
huge. It's funny. When I was pipe planning, we're approximately one hundred
and something north miles north Fort Nelson, right on the Northwest Territories border and
middle of nowhere ice roads the whole way stunted spruce, not much big timber,
but there's tons of life out there. Everywhere you go. There's moose,
there's cariboo, there's wolverine, there's wolves, there's lynks. Lots of
animals out there, lots of life. They'll never forget that time when that
welder told me that he was there when those two guys were stuck up the
tower in the nighttime on the lease, terrified because this huge ten twelve foot
look up thing kept walking all the way around the lease and squatting and looking
up at them. They said that the National Choir went up there to try
to get a scoop of the story, and five or six other news crews
were up there trying to get the scoop on the story because these guys shipped
themselves and made a big freaking episode about it what they've seen. Right anyway,
it's getting freezing, getting cold. I can't wait to go explore.
I'll take all you guys with me when I do. It should be the
next couple of days. Anyway, I really want to go down this road
and see if I can get the edge of the ocean. But I know
if I do, I'm gonna be real, real late getting home. So
I'm better turn around now and go home, and I'll come back here again.
And it looks to be some big first growth timber down there. That's
what I like to see and be in. So we check this out later
and I'll be back with more and sharing more. Keep meiling him in,
all right, I'll see you guys later on