Okay, I have an email here from a man named Dan. He says
I can use his whole name, but I just use first name, so
we're gonna stick with Dan. It's a good story. Here's what he writes.
Is Bigfoot real? That's a question I found myself asking a lot,
especially after the series Finding Bigfoot started on an Animal Planet. The eyewitness accounts
on that show we're compelling, but the lack of irrefutable evidence was frustrating.
I figured I would have to see one for myself before I could believe,
but it didn't stop me from asking myself that question. Whenever I had a
spare minute to think about it. I was surprised by the answer I got.
It was November twelve, twenty fifteen, the day before Friday, the
thirteenth, and two days before my niece's wedding on the fourteenth. I wasn't
going to the wedding. I was out of town and I couldn't get the
time off from work, so I decided to take a day trip to a
semi abandoned a farm outside of Stellville, Missouri, where I had my camper
parked. It was the time of year to winterize it and I brought my
buddy Mike along with me. Mike is mentally challenged, but he was a
good helper and generally a no nonsense kind of guy. The farm was up
the hill from a Christian summer camp that we had built. The camp was
closed for the season, but I used the camper when it was in session.
The farmer who on the land allowed me to park there year round.
Aside from my camper, there were several sheds and lean tos for animals and
stalls for horses, and I used to feed them back there when they were
occupied. Back then, I could plug into the electricity and draw water from
a pump in the yard, but now that was vacant and I could do
neither. For that reason, I brought a small generator with me so I
could power the lights in the RV run the air compressor that I would use
to blow out the water line so that they wouldn't freeze over. The grass
had grown up quite a bit since I was there last. It was five
feet high in places, and behind the camper was a barbed wire fence.
Beyond that it dropped off to a wooded ravine. We got to work right
away and I blew out the lines and added RV anti freeze where needed.
The last thing I needed to do before it got too dark and we had
to go home was to put the covering tart back on the camper and tie
it down. A severe storm had come through the area of the night before
and had blown it off. While I was up on the six foot ladder
and Mike held it steady for me, I could hear something walking in the
steep wood hills of the ravine, and as soon as I finished tying down
the tarp, I turned around and swept the ravine with a small flashlight.
I immediately hit eyeshine and it was six feet off the ground. Also thought
I detected movement. I looked down at Mike and I said, Mike,
I think I see bigfoot. Well Mike laughed and he said, Dan quit
joking around. Well, something big is walking up there, I told him,
and I'm not joking. Mike had reason not to believe me. I
had a tendency to tease him from time to time. Once, while we
were building the camp, we took turns going out at night to another building
to use the bathroom facilities. When we went outside in the dark, we
would howl and then we came running back inside, and we'd be breathing heavily,
and we'd tell Mike that we'd been chased by wolves. Mike held as
blighter as long as he could before finally venturing out with his flashlight and a
stick in his hand. And when he got outside, someone howled from around
the corner of the building, and then when the door shut, we'd all
howl with laughter. It was good natured fun, and I'm only slightly ashamed
of all that now, but it was that kind of stuff that made Mike
look at me now as if I were the boy who cried wolf. It
wasn't until I repeated myself that he finally said, in his quiet, no
nonsense way, Hey, let's get going. Grab my toolbox out of the
camper, I said, and let's get loaded up. I had my own
doubts as to what it was, but that lingering question in the back of
my head started whispering, is Bigfoot real? It was still pretty far away,
so I asked myself what the people on finding Bigfoot would do to bring
it in, and I remembered that they would do tree knocks. But I
was six feet up a ladder in the middle of a hayfield. Even if
I had something to knock with, I didn't have a tree, so I
decided to slam my hand three times on the top of the camper, and
that made a loud racket. But I forgot about Mike being inside. He
stuck his head out the door, and he yelled, Dan, what are
you doing. I'm doing Knox to try to get the bigfoot to come closer,
I said, for once, I wasn't trying to scare him or pull
his leg, but the tremor in his voice told me that I'd done a
pretty good job of it anyway. Don't do that, he demanded, Now,
let's get going. I couldn't tell if Mike believed it or not.
I wasn't sure if I believed it yet. The knox failed to draw the
eyes shine in closer, but they did get its attention. Now there was
a second set of eyes, low to the ground and closer to us.
I trained the light on them as they slowly stood up and became a tall
creature. The hill was too steep to accurately judge how tall, but I
knew the eyes were set too far apart to belong to a man. I
decided that the other must have been curious and was trying to sneak up on
me to get a better look. Maybe it thought I was another bigfoot.
With the light are mostly hidden in the tall grass, and from his angle
down the hill, he probably saw me as being as tall as the camper.
Unfortunately, both sets of eyes were still too far away to make out
any real detail with my tiny flashlight. Again, I thought about finding bigfoot
and what they would have done to draw these creatures in, and I thought
they would have made whooping calls. Whoop, whoop, I yelled. Mike
was back outside, now standing at the bottom of the ladder, and he
yelled up to me, Dan, what are you doing now? I'm trying
to get him in closer, I explained, Man, don't do that,
he said, more agitated than before. Let's go. I was sure now
that I had convinced him that there were bigfoot creeping around on the hillside.
I flashed the light out into the increasing darkness, and I now counted three
sets of eyes, and due to my call, they were coming closer,
and Mike was scared. He was ready to leave, but I wasn't.
They were still too far away to positively identify them, and that question in
the back of my head was begging for an answer. This might be my
one chance to prove to myself that Bigfoot does exist. Each time I flashed
the light on a different set of eyes, they would freeze. Meanwhile,
the other two sets would slowly come closer. They still weren't close enough to
identify them with my pathetically insufficient little light. I had a bigger and better
flashlight on my truck show. I showed Mike the different sets of eyes and
I told him to keep them in sight while I went to grab it.
The batteries and the other light weren't very good, so it wasn't much better
than the first light, but at least now we had two lights on two
of them. Now only one creature at a time was slowly coming ever closer.
We kept them at bay by rotating the lights from one set of eyes
to another, but not close enough to fully identify what we were seeing.
Despite this, they were getting too close for my personal comfort. They'd already
reached that point for Mike, and once again I asked myself what the people
on finding Bigfoot would do, and the answer was that they would stay around
and try to get a picture. I reached into my pocket to pull up
my phone, but common sense was battling with my curiosity, and at one
to heck with this, I said, And I told Mike what he'd been
wanting to hear for several minutes. Let's get out of here. We couldn't
just jump in the truck and go though. The ladder and the compressor and
the generator all had to be loaded. I told Mike to hold them off
with the flashlight while I rounded up all that stuff and put it in the
truck faster than I have ever loaded anything in my life. And by the
time I got it done, Mike was already jumping in on the passenger side
of the truck. Okay, great, I thought, without the flashlights to
slow them down, they could be anywhere. The barbera fence wasn't likely to
slow them down. They might even be in the tall grass close to the
truck. I hit the kill switch on the generator, which had been running
the whole time in the back of my truck. The little light inside the
camper. Oh man, sorry to interrupt the story. There, I just
had a stink bug crawling on me. I could feel it a few minutes
ago, and I thought I was just itching, but then I smelled it
and I had to I hate killing bugs. I don't even like to kill
bugs. But man, these stink bugs are everywhere. Okay where was I?
Oh? Great? I thought, without the flashlights to slow them down,
they could be anywhere. The barbar fence wasn't likely to slow them down.
They might even be in the tall grass close to the truck. Well,
I hit the kill switch on the generator, which had been running the
whole time in the back of the truck. The little light inside the camper
went out, and we were left in the dark. The silence, however,
was deafening, with nothing but stars overhead. I made my way up
to the driver's side door. I reached in and I turned on the headlights.
We still couldn't see beyond the camper to our sides because of the tall
grass all around us. And I stood there with the door open, trying
not to make any noise, and I was listening intently for any sound,
anything, And for the longest time, it was incredibly silent, And then
I heard what sounded like a grunt or a snort over by the cedar trees
beyond the barberar fence. In a moment of instant and absolute clarity, I
knew that this was it. This was my only chance to answer that question
that was eating at my brain. If I ran now, I might never
have this chance again. I had to know. I had to know if
Bigfoot exists. With my last bit of courage, I told Mike to wait
in the truck, and I grabbed a flashlight and I said, I'll be
right back, Dan. What are you doing? Mike cried, Let's get
out of here. He's gonna rush you. Bigfoot's gonna rush you. I
could hear the tears in his voice. I could feel the almost tangible panic
that was taking over, and I knew that he was probably right. I
should have listened to him, I should have got a side of there,
but that question just kept eating at me. I had to know. Ignoring
every ounce of common sense I had, I continued forward, keeping close to
the camper, and with trembling hands, I pointed the light toward the cedar
trees and illuminated three horses behind a fence. Apparently they had been grazing on
the hill and I call them up, probably expecting to receive apples for their
efforts. Finally I had my proof, proof that people really do let their
imaginations run away with them. And to your readers, although this was not
an actual bigfoot encounter, ninety nine point nine percent of it is true.
The only part that was ever so slightly embellished to make me look brave and
to make it better reading was the part about the snort. I was pretty
sure it was a horse when I heard it, and in my defense,
I had never seen them on that side of the fence before and the form
was deserted. But still I wasn't one hundred percent certain that they were horses
until I actually saw them with my eyes. After all, the experts on
finding bigfoot had taught me that bigfoot are known to be excellent mimics. Little
did I know that I had already encountered them when I was growing up.
But I didn't realize that then. What I was seeing, smelling, and
experiencing my early encounters you have already recounted in your episode entitled The Missouri Monster
Revisited Bigfoot Encounters all over Missouri Marathon number eighty two, and that's the end
of his story. He went on to talk about give his commentary on the
WU subject. You guys, I'm not really clear on what the WU stuff
is, but I hear that word all the time, but I've never heard
it defined, so I don't really know what it is. But if I
hear it, I know that it's WU stuff. And he goes on to
say also that he's a pastor, and he is a minister of the Gospel,
and he encourages people to believe in Jesus and to take him as their
savior. Those are good words. And he also thinks that some people take
the topic of Bigfoot too far and they almost treat it like a religion.
I agree with that. There's a lot of people so deep into this.
I don't think any of those people really listen to my channel anymore. But
because I'm just not real serious about this bigfoot stuff, I just like the
stories. I've said it a million times. So to the writer, I
didn't want to. I don't want you to think I just cut your commentary
at the end of your email out, but we try to just stick with
the story. But I wanted to mention some of the high points on what
you said, and there you have it. But I really appreciate this story.
I thought it was great. It's not a bigfoot encounter, but it
is an absolute testament to probably half of the stories that I get. People
never see or hear anything. They are no people never see anything, but
they hear, they smell, they sense, there's all kinds of things going
on, but they never see it. If he had not seen these horses,
how would this story have changed? That's to me, that's the question.
And I'm guessing he's probably thought about that, but seeing the horses kind
of confros that. Yeah, I let my imagination get away with me.
So that's critical thinking right there, in my opinion. So I appreciate the
letter. Hope you guys enjoyed it, and we'll see you on the next
video. Thanks