Right, I have a bigfoot story here from Mike. I really loved reading
this. I hope you all enjoyed. I sure did. In twenty nineteen,
I made a trip to Tennessee to visit my mom and dad. While
I was there, Dad and I decided to drive to Chickasaw State Park to
hike the trail that goes by the lake. Dad was eighty four years old
and I was more than happy to do something to spend time with him.
My wife and I just spent a weekend there camping in November, a Thanksgiving
weekend. It's a lovely park, Chickasaw State Park in West Tennessee. If
anybody ever is looking for a nice place to camp, it's a good place.
Back to the story, the weather was perfect. The sun was shining,
the sky was blue, and the temperature was hanging out in the mid
sixties. We couldn't have asked for a better day to hike. We began
at the swimming area and headed across the bridge. The trail turns into the
woods at the edge of the bridge, and we followed it until we came
to a tree that we noticed had some initials carved in it. They were
over sixty inches up the trunk, so I assumed they must have been there
a while. I supposed we were both thinking about whoever put them there,
when I happened to look down and see a set of tracks. Now I
bent down to take a closer look at them. It was a left and
a right foot side by side, with toes visible, as if something had
come and stood where we were, and looked at the same initials carved into
the tree. I was carrying a pilot G two pen with me, so
I took it out and I used it for a size reference. They were
definitely too big for a human. They were roughly sixteen inches long and five
inches wide, and Dad looked at them and agreed with me that they didn't
look human at all. We were speculating about what could have made them while
I grabbed a couple of pictures of them, and I suddenly began to feel
like we were not alone in the woods. The last thing I wanted was
to alarm my eighty four year old father, but at the same time I
was becoming anxious about getting out of there. About that time, I heard
a loud tree snap from farther up the trail, and everything I ever read
or heard about Bigfoot came rushing through my mind. How many times had I
or heard of people having the feeling of not being alone? Were we being
watched? I heard that it might be a way of them telling us to
leave their territory. Were they communicating with me? I read somewhere that they
may communicate by knocking on trees, and that means there might be more than
one. So I knew not to run. I heard they will chase you
if you run and don't make Ayeka attack. They might see that as a
threat. I didn't look up to where the tree snap came from. I
gently put my hand on Dad's arm and we moved away. We made our
way down the trail and we saw a deer, a canine, and raccoon
tracks, and then we ran into a young lady who said that her dog
had run off in the woods. Well, that explained the canine tracks.
She asked if we had seen it, but we hadn't, and I wondered
if she was the reason I had felt like we were not alone on the
trail. She moved off to the opposite direction from us, and we finished
our hike at the park cabins. I was relieved to be off that trail.
We got a drink of water and we cooled down a bit before jumping
into my suv and heading home. And although I really do believe that we
found Bigfoot tracks that day, this story probably doesn't mean much to most people,
but it does to me. I'll cherish the memory forever because of the
tracks so much because I was with my father. The tracks will help to
amplify the memory of that day, but it was the time spent with Dad
that mattered the most. Oh, what a nice story. That is a
very nice part. We went there, it was cold Thanksgiving weekend, and
when I go out in the woods, I never think about Bigfoot. I
just enjoy where I'm at on my rides in the mornings with my dogs,
Like this morning was a great ride. It was. We got started a
little late, the sun was coming down, and I just enjoyed it.
So I was at Chickasaw and I Bigfoot never crossed my mind. But that
is a thickly wooded area of West Tennessee, and I suppose there could be
good habitat for Bigfoot in that area. But this story was great. This
guy got to spend some time with his dad. I don't know when I
got this story. I could look and see I'm too lazy, but this
was probably within the last year or so. So I hope his dad is
still doing good at eighty four or eighty five. And I'm glad he got
to spend that time with his dad and saw some probably legit Bigfoot tracks.
It's a great story. I appreciate these stories so much. Thank you for
sending. Hey, y'all, welcome to the podcast. I appreciate you clicking
on the video. You just heard a really good Bigfoot story. I've got
three more. You want to stay to the end because the last story is
unreal. It's one of the best stories I've ever gotten, So stick around.
Let's get rolling, all right, Here we go. This email is
the man wrote a really nice note on the front end of it. He's
sixty seven years old. He's working on a again, as you well.
There's no date on this. There's a date on the email, but there
is no date on my copy. I copy these out of the email and
I put them in Microsoft Word. I send them to Neoma. She makes
sure they're good. She sends them back and I read them to you.
So I don't know when I got this, But at the time of this
writing, he was sixty seven and he was working on a scientific paper about
Bigfoot, and he said that he wasn't sure he could finish it, and
that when he when he did finish it, he might not consider it polished.
It was written in a scientific style, but he tried to keep it
simple for the lay person to understand. I don't know if I have received
that or not. I'll look. I have his email address here. Anyway,
I'm just letting you know this is a thoughtful man and he's about to
tell you a story that is not Bigfoot related, but it's probably pretty good.
I'm reading this cold, so I don't know how this is going to
go, but I want you guys to pay attention because I think it's going
to be good. All right, I'll shut up. Back in the nineteen
eighties, I was working down on Long Island for shell oil. I was
from Saint Lawrence County, New York, so twice a year i'd take a
vacation and go back home. The first was in the spring to go fishing,
and the second was always in the fall to hunt. In nineteen eighty
six, during the fall hunting trip. I was staying with my best friend
and his wife. They had just moved into a little house on an out
of the way road with hundreds of acres of woods behind it. The house
was so small that I slept on a cot in the closed in front porch.
I didn't mind because it was cool out there and I preferred to sleep
in a cooler environment. Each morning during my stay, we woke up early
and we had our breakfast and we're out the front door at the crack of
dawn, and then we'd hunt all day until dark before heading back. On
this Saturday, it was a rainy and windy day. We stayed out in
it, but I wasn't dressed for that kind of weather, so by the
time we got back to the house, I was chilled to the bone and
dog tired. All I wanted to do was take a hot shower and climb
into bed. Unfortunately, my wife's friend had invited some friends over and they
had a night of drinking and dancing playing at the local bar in the dance
hall, and they were disappointed when I bowed out of the festivities. But
my body was aching and all I could think about was a nice hot shower.
They said their goodbyes and they left without me and I headed to the
bathroom for a desperately needed shower, and after a nice cup of hot cocoa,
I climbed into bed. I was about to doze off when I felt
my friend's cat jump up onto the bed. It walked from my feet alongside
of me, and it laid down absently. I began petting it. I
was relaxed having the cat there beside me. It's fur felt long and luxurious,
longer in fact, than I remember it's fur being. My eyes were
closed and sleep was taking over when I felt it stand up and walk back
to the bed and jump off the bed. The cat's fickled that way.
Several hours later, I was awakened by my friend and his wife coming in
from their night out, and as I opened my eyes, I saw their
cat in the door with them. How did the cat get out, I
asked. My friend's wife shot me a puzzle look and said I let her
out before we left. No, I told her I was in the house
and it jumped on the bed and I was betting it well. They laughed
and they said that I must have been dreaming. I was one hundred percent
certain that I was still awake when that cat jumped up on the bed,
but it was two am and I was too tired to argue. If they
were playing a joke on me, well then let them have their joke.
They went to bed and I went back to sleep. The next day,
the lady from across the road came over for coffee. My friend's wife told
her about me and the cat, apparently thinking she would tease me about it,
but rather than laugh, the neighbor lady turned paling and said, did
you know this house belonged to a witch? Three sets of eyes turned to
her. Was she kidding? She went on to say that she believed the
owner of the house was a witch because she had long black hair and she
was mean to everyone. The woman lived alone except for several cats, and
she seldom came out of the house, and she eventually died in the house
because no one else wanted to live in it, and that was when my
friend and his wife were able to rent it. I told the neighbor lady
that I felt the bed move and then I was petting something with long hair
that I thought was my friend's cat, and that was when she told us
that while the house sat empty, there were times when she was sure that
she could hear noises coming from the house, she wouldn't come near it.
It wasn't until after my friend and his wife moved in and they became friends
that she set foot inside, and then only because they had become friends.
A few days after that, we were watching TV when I could have sworn
I saw an apparition walk from the dining room to the kitchen. Now I
freaked out, but my friend only laughed. He said he didn't believe in
ghosts, and that nothing had ever happened in the house before to make them
feel otherwise, nor had his wife ever mentioned anything about seeing ghosts. A
few years after that, they moved out, and although he had admitted that
a few odd things happened to them while they were living there, he insisted
that they only moved because the place was falling apart and the landlord refused to
fix anything. The following year, the house was torn down. It's easy
to think that life would be straight and narrow, all according to science,
without any deviation, and then one night a cat that isn't a cat jumps
on your bed and changes your whole perspective. Oh man, you know that's
not like a terrifying type story. But I keep thinking in my head,
was he like rubbing that that old witch's head? Like was she laying beside
him? And was he like rubbing her head? His eyes were closed,
He's almost drifting off to sleep, and it's like one of those creepy movies
where those kind of stop motion people kind of walk and crawl and stuff.
And did she crawl it beside him? And he was rubbing her head?
Who? Man, it gives me the willies. Anyway, this was a
great story, John, Thank you for sending it. And I'm going to
look to see if you've sent your Bigfoot your Bigfoot stuff. If you have,
I'll probably pull it up and read it. If you haven't, I
would be interesting and reading it. So it's hard to keep up with all
the emails I get. I still still get several stories a week, and
I'm going to try to get to all of them. But this one was
kind of special to me. I thought it was really good. It's special
because it was very thoughtful. It is a thoughtful story. This man really
thought about this, and so anyway, I appreciate the man sending it,
and I appreciate you listening to it. Let's go to another one. Here's
an interesting bigfoot story. I think you guys are gonnae the writer says.
I live in North Florida. My property has grandfathered in with the Swanee River
Management District in the al Alpaha. I don't know how to pronounce it Wildlife
did Conservation District. The al Paja River borders one side and the Little River
on the other, making up approximately one thousand acres where every type of wildlife
can be found. There are bats and flying squirrels, and gaiters and coadies,
and deer and bear are known to come through at different times. I'm
a wood savvy woman who is at sixty seven and is more comfortable in the
wilderness than in a mall. I love that. I love that. Oh
that's my kind of girl right there. It was late summer twenty twenty one,
when the days were so hot and the humidity humidity was so unbearable that
it felt like you were breathing through a wet rag. The rain would bring
only a slight reprieve when it felt like a wall of water hell bent on
cooling off the land. At five pm that day, my beagle and my
bully both made a break for the woods. A bully is a pit bull,
by the way, and I love pitbulls. They're wonderful dogs. Usually
I would give them time to run the woods and wear themselves out, knowing
that they'd return when they got tired. But that day time got away from
me and a squall was coming in before I realized they hadn't come back yet.
By the time I loaded my nine millimeter and grabbed a flashlight, my
foul weather gear, and towels for the dogs, it was already raining.
On a sunny day, it would have still been light out, but the
storm turned that day tonight. The only light was from my truck's headlights as
I pulled through the gate heading to my nearest neighbor's house, where my dogs
usually ended up when they didn't come home. My winsheld wipers were wide open,
and I had an arm out the window holding the light beam on the
roof of the truck's cab. The dirt road was a soupy river of pooling
water, and visibility was somewhere around zero. Twenty yards from my gate,
I caught sight of a rabbit running across in front of me. I let
my eyes follow it across before turning back to focus on the wall of water
in front of me, and instantly, a very tall figure on two legs
crossed on the heels of the rabbit. I didn't see any real detail.
All I knew was that it was tall and it moved with lightning speed.
My truck has three inch lifts and I sit on a pillow, and still
it was taller than I was in my seat. It had a flattened down
appearance, like hair when it's wet, and it didn't seem to have a
neck. I was reminded of thing on the Adams Family Show, but clearly
it was something, but I had no idea what it was. I quickly
turned around and went to look for tracks, and of course the rain had
obliterated any possible evidence. I went back to the house and got my three
to eight just in case, and then I went to the neighbors in search
of the dogs. I didn't see them immediately, but on a hunch,
I checked this open ended stall where he parks this tractor, and there was
my bully. She was crouched in the far corner and she was whining and
cowering, was growling and acting crazy, and she refused to budge. I
grabbed a towel, intent on wrapping her in it so I could lift her
into the truck, and she did something that she's never done before, not
even once. She snapped at me. I took a good look at her
then, and her eyes were as big as saucers, and she was clearly
scared out of her mind, and she was peeing on me. Meanwhile,
the rain was still coming down with a vengeance, and I still hadn't located
the little beagle. I pulled back into the yard and I called for her,
and I was worried that she wasn't with the bully. As I listened,
I heard her barking at the back of the property. It wasn't a
bark like she was chasing something or on a scent. It was an odd
sound, almost like a cry. I left the bully in the truck and
shouldered by three to eight and I grabbed the light and headed in her direction,
and I kept calling for her, and as I did, I could
hear that she was getting closer. And when we finally met at the adjacent
property line, I was so relieved to see her that it took me a
moment to fully take in her appearance. A thick layer of mud was perfectly
covering her back, as if a cake decorator had spread it on with a
spatula. I'm guessing that she burrowed into the mud for reasons of her own.
As I bent down to wrap a towel around her, the hair on
the nape of my neck started to tangle. It was then that I realized
that this area where the rabbit was and its pursuer were headed. I had
to think, now, if I carried the dog, I would have limited
access to my three to eight. If I put her down and let her
run, would that trigger the predator instinct in this thing? Just go?
My mind sat as I stood there at water logged boots and soaking wet clothing.
Go go, go, and with each step forward I anticipated being jerked
backwards by massive Eastley hands. Somehow we made it to the truck and I
got us back to the house and I parked as close to the door as
I could, and I ran for it, with the dogs leading the way.
We made it inside and I spun around and slammed the door shut before
locking it once we were warm and dry. I gave myself time to reflect
on what I had seen. It was a large, fast moving something that
ran after a rabbit. That much was a fact. The dog's behavior could
be explained away by the weather, I suppose, But I have never had
my bully snipe at me before, and both dogs were terrified. It was
obvious. Never before or since, have I seen what I saw across that
road that day. There was no roar, there was no smell, there
were no red eyes. But I firmly believed that that visitor was a bigfoot.
Oh that's cool, and she saved her dogs. I think I'm sure
those dogs were scared of whatever that creature was. I'm not saying it was
a bigfoot. You believe it was a bigfoot, what else could it be?
It's probably the most logical conclusion. But this was a great story,
and this woman has a lot of heart. Man. She carries around a
three o eight and a nine millimeter and at sixty seven, she's more comfortable
in the wilderness than in them all. Ah, that's awesome. I really
appreciate this story. It was written really well. I know we all enjoyed
it, so thank you. Ma'am for sending it. Here's a bigfoot encounter
from Well. He doesn't say whether to use his name or not. Obviously
I won't. Here's what the man writes. He claims it's true. After
living with this strange event in my mind for more than a few years now,
and upon hearing others coming forward and sharing their own unusual encounters, I
thought I'd take the time to recount to you and your listeners what happened to
me many years ago. My friend grew tired of our home state and yearned
to be somewhere with the mountains, lakes and an abundance of natural beauty.
I find plenty of natural beauty wherever I have been in Ohio, especially in
the area that borders West Virginia. But my friend longed for something a little
different, and when the lease was up on her apartment, she packed up
all her worldly possessions and, with the help of some of her family members,
she relocated to Missoula, Montana. A part of me was happy for
my friend, but another side of me was sad and maybe even a little
upset that she chose to move away. We were never more than platonic friends,
and neither of us ever tried to move our friendship in a more romantic
direction, and that suited us just fine, and it still does. But
I knew I would miss having her nearby to hang out with. It helped
that we stayed in touch with almost daily phone calls and emails and instant messaging.
Because Missoula is relatively a small town, she deserves her an inmity.
And I won't go into detail about what my friend does for a living,
but she does it well and enjoys it a lot and has paid well for
it. Late in two thousand and seven, when I expressed a need to
break from my own work, she invited me to come to Montana for a
visit. I needed a rest and I missed my friend, so I accepted
her invitation. I'm a mechanic by trade, and I own my own shop,
and it takes time to make arrangements, and I also don't like to
fly, so for me, driving was my only option. It was June
of two thousand and eight before I was able to make it out there.
The next eight days were great. I decompressed and reminisced, and together we
explored some of that natural beauty she had moved out there for We took a
day trip to Idaho, and that evening, after arriving back at her place,
she surprised me by announcing that we would be heading north the next day.
First we would go to Flathead Lake and then later to Whitefish to do
some hiking on some private land owned by her boss. The next day,
we packed up her vehicle and headed out, and two hours later we arrived
at our destination. We were too full from the snacks that we had brought
to bother eating anything else before heading up the trail. I backed her car
into the narrow area off the road where the trail began, and we got
out. The trail, if you can call it, that was not well
worn. Considering that we were in a remote area on a private land,
I shouldn't have expected it to be worn. My friend was excited to get
started, so we grabbed the things we needed, my walking stick and sunglasses
and bear spray and bottled water and my cell phone, and we started up
the trail. I led the way with my friend following. I could hear
every steps she took on the path that was covered with dead sticks and leaves.
Although the trail wasn't much the view was majestic, and the mountains were
something that I could stare at all day. Now I had been in the
Appalachians at different times of my life, these mountains were considerably more impressive and
scenic. We had been hiking for twenty minutes when my friend had to stop
to work a cramp out of her calf, and I offered to wait and
rest with her, and even to head back to the car once she was
able to walk again, but she insisted that this was my vacation, and
since I don't take many vacations, I should head up the trail and that
she would catch up with me shortly. Now I was reluctant to leave her
behind, but she was insistent, and I finally agreed on the condition that
she take the bear spray. We only had one can between us. She
balked at that too, but when I told her that I would only go
a quarter of a mile and then stop and wait for her, she agreed.
The next eight minutes or so, I plodded along, taking in the
view and listening to the unusual sounds of small animals, chattering, birds,
singing, in insects buzzing, and then everything got quiet. It happened so
suddenly that I couldn't help but notice it was like a switch had been flipped.
I looked all around, wondering why everything had gone so silent. It
usually means there's a large predator in the area, and I was unarmed,
and then thirty yards ahead of me, I saw it. It was a
large male grizzly bear, staring directly at me, and my heart sank into
the pit of my stomach and then jumped back up into my chest and began
to beat furiously. My hand reached for the can of bear spray, even
as my mind was telling me that it was not there. My friend had
it with her. I took inventory of what I had. A five foot
walking stick, a bottle of water, my flip phone, a little beef
jerky in the poe pocket of my cargo shorts. Not much to work with
when dealing with a grizzly. I considered climbing a nearby tree, but then
I remembered that it would climb up after me and pull me out like I
was one of the stacked potato chips in a can. I was considering my
options when the bear started moving toward me. I nearly voided myself at that
point, and then this thing suddenly and without any noise, appeared in the
path next to me. One minute I was standing there alone facing the grizzly,
and the next it was standing beside me. To my right. The
bear stopped its charge abruptly. I don't know if it was sizing up the
thing beside me, or if it was just as stunned as I was to
find it there. Without warning. In a blur, this thing that I
now realized was a bigfoot, lifted a rock the size of a cantlope over
its head and threw it at the bear in a long art. The rock
struck the bear on its shoulder and the side of its head, causing it
to let out a startled yipping noise, and when the bear didn't move,
the bigfoot creature took one step toward it. At that point, the bear,
which must have weighed a solid five hundred pounds, did an about face
and ran back into the forest. I was already completely astounded when the creature
turned and looked down at me with those kind eyes before walking slowly into the
woods in the opposite direction. I was too dumbfounded to react any further.
I thought a lot about what it looked like. From everything I've read,
heard, or seen about them, it looked like a bigfoot. I've watched
the Patterson Gimmlin film, and if I had to guess, I would say
it was maybe two feet taller than that one. Its fur was dark brown
and so shaggy that I couldn't make out any well defined muscles. However,
it threw a big, heavy rock like you are I might throw an acorn,
so it must have had mussels. It was the eyes that I remember
the most. They were almost human, with a mix of green tinged with
gray. There was no discernible odor. No, a dog rolled around in
an outhouse pit and then took a bath in skunk spray. No, it
smelled so bad that it melted my eyeballs and burned the hairs out of my
nostrils. It was nothing like that. I don't remember any odor at all.
What I found most astounding, aside from saving my bacon, was how
it stepped on the same trail I was walking, that my friend had walked,
and that was covered in leaf litter and sticks, and it never made
a sound. I believe these things can be extremely loud and vocal when they
want to, but they can be silent as a ghost too. I've learned
about the evil types of big foots, but this one obviously wasn't one of
them. It was more like a guardian for me. I didn't waste any
time heading back down the trail to my friend, and I found her standing
in the same area where I had left her. She might have said something,
but I didn't give her a chance. We need to go now,
I said firmly. She opened her mouth to protest, but there must have
been something in my expression that made her close it again, and she followed
me back to the car. The whole way back, I felt like the
Bigfoot was watching us to make sure that we made it out safely. And
when we reached the car, I put my walking stick into the trunk while
my friend got into the passenger seat, and then I turned back to the
woods and I mouthed the words thank you, mister Bigfoot before getting into the
driver's seat and leaving. On the drive back, my friend asked me what
happened. I said that she would think I had gone backpoop insane if I
told her. You know, you can tell me anything, right, She
prodded, whatever you choose to tell me does not go beyond us. I
nodded and hesitated for only a moment before telling her the entire story. Well,
she was flabbergasted and shocked, and she ultimately said, I believe you.
I told her. I was glad to hear it, because I didn't
think I was ever going to tell anyone what I saw. Ever, I
went back to Ohio, assuming that she would be the only one I ever
told it to. But now I've shared it with you. My friend is
happily married now to a wonderful man, and I have a girlfriend and a
child, and my life is pretty happy too. Her and I are still
friends, and we have always been and will always be. This may be
the most awesome, nice bigfoot story I've ever heard. Such a subtle way
to step in and save this guy from a probable grizzly attack. The way
he describes it is unbelievable. This thing just looks It's subtle. It steps
out into the trail, the bear doesn't leave. It chunks of rock at
it hits it. The bear still doesn't leave. The bigfoot takes one step
toward the bear. The bear leaves, looks down at the guy probably kind
of ends if he didn't visibly probably inside smile said you're okay, and walked
off into the woods. And this man respected all of that. I thought
this was an awesome story. I can't tell the writer how much I appreciate
him, including us in the people that he's told this story to. I
didn't give you his name, so nobody knows who he is. This is
a wonderful story. I really appreciate it. Woo who Okay, that was
a pretty good podcast. I thought it was. I thought those were great
stories. I hope you all enjoyed it. I'm kind of trying to do
a podcast today. My goal I've always had this goal to do one podcast
today for thirty days straight. I probably won't make that, but this is
day four. I've got put a podcast out for four days. Like I
told you in a previous video, I m out of worked now, so
this is all I have to do and I'm going to try to hack out
a living doing this. So if you guys want to help me do that,
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you're new to the channel, hit subscribe. I've got five hundred videos up
all these kind of stories and they're all enjoyable, they're all good, they're
all written by good people. Anyway, I appreciate you listening, and we'll
see you guys on the next one. Thanks,