The car. I'm still here. One percent. I am leaving to go
back. He's a cross Canada, one I am. But when you got
a couple of kids and a farm and a whole bunch of animals and a
bunch of responsibilities at home, first, you got to get a handful of
things strained out first, which I'm doing. And then to top it off,
one of the kids got sick. She was sick for three or four
days, typical flu symptoms, no big deal. And then uh, Sarah
start. Sarah came down with your classic cold, full on classic cold,
and not so alarmed about it. But then the grocery store advertised at a
much of those rapid tests available. Now, mind you, we already had
COVID. And then so Sarah took one of the tests and it said that
she was positive, and then she gave her daughter the other's house and it
said she was full on negat go figure. So what I'm gonna do tomorrow?
Maybe tonight, I'm gonna go to the grocer store further all going,
I'm gonna buy like twenty I'm gonna buy twenty of those tests. They're on
twenty bucks each or something, and I'm gonna test everything from orange juice to
horse piss on the farm when I get home, and I'm gonna see what
all the all of the results are, and I'm gonna share them with you
just out of curiosity. Anyway, I feel fine for myself. But yeah,
I've been pretty busier on the place, just trying to get everything as
many things done that I feel I need to get done before I just pop
in a take off because I might. Who knows how long I'm gonna be
gone for. Obviously, once you get caught up in the fight, call
it a fight, call it whatever you want. Once I get caught up
the duel once right, it's not gonna be too easy to get me to
go home. Right. And then furthermore, I got some some very informed,
very very informed, intelligent people coming over tonight I think, and they
ab well have had COVID as well, and they're coming or tonight and I
want to talk with them, touch based with them before I leave. Have
to another friend of mine come over. My neighbor professional longer we dropped I
think twenty trees and my property needed to go but to rotten ones and stuff.
So I gotta I've been what I'm saying is a very busy, very
busy trying to get things done before I take off. We got a couple
of different motor home places lined up in the Vancouver Bridge Club. We're gonna
grab a motor home and we're gonna head out. And I also I want
to do my homework, my thorough homework the next couple of days, to
make sure what I'm going to do is is as effective as I can make
it as I try to help make a difference, meaning I want to go
to the correct places the correct times, talk to the right people, and
I want to reach out to as many people as I can via this route
and encourage as many people as I can to do to as well assist in
doing the correct moves of the correct place, correct time, and make a
difference right, because a difference has to be made. And if any of
you people are out there are a little not quite well informed. This isn't
about a needle. This is far from it. Being about receiving a needle
is about much much more. I don't need to get into that right now,
but anyways, in the meantime, I just worked my ass off today.
I just escaped the farm to come down on the river and get some
important voices heard while I am still here, which is going to be maybe
two or three more days before I take off and travel across my country to
make a difference for what's right. So this is titled Translucent Humanoid slash Predator
or bracket Predator and Brackett being an outdoorsman all my whole life, I feel
I can relate to you all, and being an extraor's neighbor here in Louisiana
is not much better. First, I want to say that even sharing this
is hard because it is so unsettling for me. This experience has left me
shaking and has let me has let me left me questioning a lot of my
life. You really hit it on the head on how people are affected by
these encounters. It has taken me some time to get over this, and
I think I'm still not over it, but more like living with it,
if that makes sense. Hits it on the head. My wife is the
one who urged me to share these two stories with you all, telling me
that it would make me feel better if I got it out. I think
she has been right so far. I hope if anyone else had anything like
this happened please share them. People should realize that there is more stuff like
that out there, and it is real my story. I live in a
little town in Grand Paris, Louisiana, is a very small town, less
than five hundred people. Trust me when I say everyone knows each other,
people know you're having for dinner before you to Please don't say the name of
our town or our real names on the show. I really don't want.
I don't really don't want this to get back to me. I'm growing up
hunting and fishing my whole I've spent countless hours in the Kissache National Forest.
It's over six hundred thousand acres of public land and over one hundred miles of
hiking and biking trails. Everything a growing boy needs, and I guess sasquatch
can also use it. There are lakes, creeks, and plenty of wildlife.
Fishing, duck hunting and bill hunting is just what we boys do and
we love it. So I'm inber thirties. They've never had anything strange happen
in my life. No lights in the sky or seeing himing strange until last
year. During bull season. Here you can only hunt certain designated units.
You can't bait deer here. You can't leave your stand up either, so
in order to be successful, you have to put in some time scouting.
We use a lot of portable stands and climbing stick because they're lightweight and easy
to move. We, as bill hunters, go as deep in the woods
as we can away from the trails. So last summer, me and my
cousin he has my number one hunting buddy, and it has been my whole
life. Starts scouting trails. Now we're putting up game cameras and marking them
with our GPS for all the good spots and places that would think we'll give
us the edge for the upcoming season. It's August, so it's hot and
muggy and pretty much miserable, but you have to do it. We pack
in and campground all this area and had no problems until that afternoon. We
take a camping spot and starts setting up our stuff and all is going great
until my cousin asked if I heard that thing following us. I said,
hell, no, stop being silly. We were no kids anymore, and
that didn't work as it used to be. He looks me dead in the
eye and says man, I'm not joking. I thought you were just ignoring
it, so that is what I was trying to do. But it was
getting close to me backing off and closing in, back in again, and
backing off. I told him I've heard a think it's just him hearing stuff.
And then he was tired and we needed to get some rust and food
and then everything would be good. He agreed, so he started setting up
camp and started dinner. Weird thinking about hearing something weird like that is now
every little noise you hear, you start thinking of stuff and your mind starts
making you crazy. All night evening, the fire would dance on the trunks
of trees, and I think I saw something shimmer or that I heard something
walking around the camp. I mean all damn night walking around the camp.
So I slept with my pistol close. And the next morning we packed it
all up and we kept scouting. About lunch time, we stopped and started
having some freeze dried backpacker food where he just tapped out of the water.
I was used my jet bowl to get the water boiling, which is pretty
loud for pocket stuff. So you have some leftover roaring noise in your ears
when you turn it on and shut it off. I poured it into our
packets and then we sat there about to dig in. That is when my
life changed forever. My cousin jumped straight up and freezes standing there. I
looked up from what I was eating and startled and asked him, what the
hell are you doing. He didn't, or rather couldn't reply. He just
stared at a little clearing about sixty years promises. I was starting to get
that weird feeling that something wasn't right after that night and all the noises I
heard, I could feel all the warning bells going off in my body,
like when you see a snake that you didn't know was there. Except this
feeling was just lingering. So I asked him a second time. He tells
me to shaking whispering voice, I see the predator. Now. At this
point I should have laughed or something, but it never crossed my mind.
I jumped up and looked with him. No joke, man there. It
was not like in the movie where he could see the alien thing, but
like this man shaped shimmer. It was about ten or twelve foot up in
a tree, and it was crouched down. He could clearly tell it was
a guy's shape. I wheeled around and start throwing my lunch stuff in my
pack while my cousin kept staring at it. I'm really glad he did,
because when looking back, if if had been alone, like he meant,
if I had been alone, I would have just ran and left everything.
The packing took me left than sixty seconds. I had my backpack on was
holding his backpack. I walked back over to where he was, and this
thing was still crouched on a limb. So I started thinking, maybe it's
nothing, Maybe we're freaking ourselves up. Because it hadn't moved an inch at
that moment, it was like it was reading my thoughts. This thing stands
up and drops down off the limb onto the ground. My being heart stops.
It was about five feet tall max. And it was man It was
man made exact would hit the ground. You could hear it making a sound
like if any of us would jump out of a tree. It then stepped
back and against the tree it came off. It came out of for about
five seconds, and then here it came. It moved towards us with fluid
movement of an animal, and it covered about ten yards and no time,
and slipped behind some small brush stopped. We grabbed each other and took off.
We were good ways off where we had parked, and I knew it
would be a couple of hours hike because we'd like to make a big circle
when we go at it. So there was no sprinting to make it safe,
make him safety, or anything. We just had to push as hard
as we could to get back to the truck. We moved as fast and
as direct as we could make our way through the brush down the forest,
but it wasn't near fast enough. Every time we stopped to try to catch
our breath, there it was. It would never get closer than fifty feet
to us. It was right there every single time we stopped moving. I'm
now positive that I'm now paused. That was what we had heard in the
day prior and all night. It would aside from us, It would aside
from us and parallel to us. But it seemed to move much easier than
we could. We never heard of speak or breathing. We didn't hear it
making any other sound than the sound of movement. We pushed on so hard
I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Eventually made it back
to the truck, and this thing, the predator, whatever it was,
had shadowed us for over two hours in constant movement. We threw a stuff
in the back and hauled ass. We didn't speak at all the way home.
We were just exhausted by now. I think we must have been in
some type of the shock. I dropped a cousin off at his house.
I went home, and I sat in my porch looking at the trees and
the other house is making sure it wasn't there either. My wife knew something
wasn't right. She started questioning me after a few hours. I told her,
I know this sounds kind of silly. Just holding her and telling her
made me feel better and helped me realize that it was over and I was
home. I didn't go back out there for a while. If I hadn't
let my trail came out there, I wouldn't have got back there. I
wouldn't have gone back there all that year. And that's the end. That's
creepier than shit. And I don't endy that experience. Man, that's a
new email into you guys, all right, I'm starting at the top of
the new ones in right now. Because it's just easy. And like I
said, we've mentioned it before. There was actually a lady bull Hunter who
videotaped what you described in the trees across from or while she sat in her
deer standard. That video tape, I believe is available on YouTube. I
think I don't know this tide. Love of you guys, somebody out there
listening is going to that's creepier and shit. I don't know anybody who's seen
anything like that myself directly. We've had a good handful emails in from people
have experienced that. And if if you are listening and you have had a
real shitty experience like this one and you want to share it, go ahead
and share it, and it is obviously the right place to do it.
You're not gonna get judged. It's a safe place and share what you know.
Share what you know here. And maybe even if somebody's had a long
interaction with something like that and know it's more details, has a little more
knowledge on and what this man possibly, these men possibly saw, maybe email
it into us or share it in the comment section below for these guys to
get a hold of you, especially if you live in the southern US.
All right, and I believe that will possibly help somebody. That's pretty creepy.
It's funny that it just allowed. I mean, obviously you could have
got a beat on it and let it have it too, right if you
felt so inclined. I don't know why something like that with such skills decides
to toy with a simple us, simple human beings, you know. And
it's funny. The last video that I posted up, we spoke, a
woman spoke to us. I believe about you know how these beings, how
they escort us, just scream at us, give us the mind speak and
tell us don't commin you're going to own your ass, threaten us. And
a lot of people think it's simply because they have seen somebody who got some
offspring in there. There's a kill in there, something's going on in there.
And I was thinking a little more about that of a different angle to
come at that. And believe me, were I guided for many years in
the northern remote rocky Mountains of British Columbia as an example why that confuses me.
We are the only human beings in this particular massive area. We're the
only ones that entered that wilderness for maybe three months out of the ear tops
and then we're gone, and that's it. And in those mountains is moose,
caribou, mountain sheep, elk, lots of grizly bearris, lots of
big, breaking, attitude filled mountain grizzly bears, eastern slopes of the Canadian
Northern Rocky Mountains, ship piles of wolves, wolverine, coyotes, what else?
Link link is a lot of people called links. They're actually called link
But anyway, what I'm saying is we have all of that wildlife, and
we are riding our horses down remote trails NonStop and these and I call the
main horse trail the main game trail. I call it the public highway because
we use it. Grizzly bears use that non stop. I'll ride up a
trail in the morning with my hunter trailing behind me and see maybe older grizzly
bear prints on the horse trail and the dirt and the mud blowing, and
at the end of they don't come back, and there might be a sou
and two cubs went up the trail behind me. You're a big huge board
on top of my horse prints. And we've never seen them. We've never
seen them, and when we go pass them on the game trail or we're
about to bump into them, they simply step off the trail, stay dead,
silent, and they let us ride by, and they go back on
the trail and they keep cruising down wolves. Same deal. There's a pack
of wolves coming, they stay dead, silent, they get off the trail,
We go buy them, They get on the trail and carry on there
on the way. Not one of those species screams or roars at us to
not go into that patch of timber. Not one of them ever, and
we never see them. You know, it's very difficult to get your eyes
on a mature month if you're intentionally trying to. It's not that easy of
a thing to do. Even in those remote areas. We do see grizzly
bears fairly often, but it's tough to intend I find them, and it's
even tougher to attentionally get up on them. But I'm giving you, guys
an example of when you have a being, the forest people, whatever you
want to call them, when they outclass us and those game animals so fiercely,
they so outclasses And so what I'm saying is, what if I'm trying
to picture the reason they scream at us, our warreness not to go win
there, which simply because we're disturbing them on a killer, we're disturbing somebody's
giving birth, here's a young in there. I just I can't agree with
that myself. I think there's something much more to it because the amount of
grizzly bears, wolves, other game animals I have gone past in remote locations
every single day for up to one hundred and twenty days straight at times.
Not once have I ever had a grizzly bear roaring at me from a patch
of woods or sticking his head out and telling me to get the hell out
of there. Ever, they know better, They just avoid us, stay
quiet, believe see what I'm getting at. So it's just tough one for
me to accept the simple, the simple answer of well, they just don't
want you to go in that forest behind you because there's a young in there,
there's a kill in there, or they've had a little bit of a
dwelling in there. Nah. Now I don't think so, because because I
know that they outclass us, and those game animals, these poorest people beings,
they outclass us. So fiercely. They don't need you to do that.
It just doesn't make sense for them to do that for those simple reasons.
There's something else. There's something else that we don't know yet, we
don't understand yet, or else we just can't wrap our minds around. We
can't even come up with a makeup and make believe answer this possibly acceptable from
my brain anyway, It's confusing to me. It's just confusing to me.
I've been I've been in the woods with a pack of wolves around me.
I've heard them at times. They'll come in, they'll split up, they'll
be all around you. You'll hear the odd howl and bark. I've had
them. I've had wolves within fifteen meters of me in thick brush. They
make the presence known, but they leave. They just simply leave. Sometimes
they do it just because I think they know they can. But they leave.
They don't threaten me to make me leave, you know what I mean.
They don't threaten me to push me off. They don't intentionally try to
scare me to get me to go away. And grizzly bears don't do that
either. There you go. I thought I tacked that onto what I was
possibly getting out. In the last video shared with you guys, we tapped
on that topic. There's a lot of things that don't make sense for what
we think makes sense, not yet anyway, but we're getting there. Nol's
listen to this one. This one's thanks again for setting that in. Man.
Sorry, sorry, I check off a little rant about me for a
minute there, but thanks again for setting that. Mell In from Louisiana.
Yeah, like your wife said, here's you to email us through me,
and I'm pretty certain I know the answer already. It probably did help to
hear me share what you want to share with the world. I'll put money
on it. It's gonna making you feel a little better because you're not alone.
And nobody is ever going to get ridiculed here. Nobody bullies, bullies
get rid of. Bullies get shredded too fricking bits here. That's about it.
People who experience screwed up things on the planet do not get ridiculed here,
and this is one of the safest places in the planet for them to
come out and be honest. There you go. Now, what do we
got here? Footsteps in the Rain? It's the title this one. My
Stephen names Luke, feel free to say my name. I'm a new viewer
of the channel. I happen to stumble upon it while doing some research for
a potential fictional story. I always found the idea of a race of people
like Sasquall, which is in a fantasy prehistoric setting, quite fascinating. However,
this isn't what I'm writing you about. Actually have my own encounter,
but I honestly don't know what to make of you. See, I'm a
person that doesn't believe in ghost stories or aim it comes up as pseudoscience and
my own perspective of my own religious beliefs, I just find that every hokey
and kind I just find that, just find that very hokey and kind of
applausible. Before I lose your attention, I have to emphasize that I do
not criticize those that have beliefs vastly different from mine. It is better to
believe in something rather than nothing at all. With that said, I must
get to the main story. Forgive me if it tends to be if it
tends to be a little dramatic. I love writing stories and that just tends
to come out. But this story is something that I never really knew how
to tell in a way that didn't make me seem crazy until now. My
story begins about nine years ago, in February twenty thirteen. It was a
sophomore in high school and lived in Tucks and Arizona. As far as cities
go, it doesn't get any worse than that, in my opinion. Around
this time, I was also part of the Boy Scouts of America and I
was currently working on getting the Scout rank of Life, which is just below
the Holy Grail rank of Eagle. To get this, I was holding a
high leadership position within my Scout troop. We all wanted to go on a
backpacking trip, and I been planning on it for a few months. Our
destination was Mount Wrightstone, which is just south at Tucson and large enough that
the peaks are visible in the hazy blue distance. We all planned about two
routes for two teams, Team A and Team B, and I was leading
Team B. Team a's route was to hike up to the saddle the mountains,
take a left hike up to Rightston's Peak, and come up there.
Team b's plan was to hike up the second style cap there for the night,
just to make it clear I was pretty chubby at the time, despite
having weight training classes in high school that slowly burned the foul off my body,
like how holy water burns away sin. But our destination of camping in
the sud I was fined by me. Oh, this is both exciting and
terrifying because this is my very first backpacking trip and I was responsible for three
other boys younger than me, even though I had three adults and my team.
I'll pay attention as this is where some important details add to both the
experience and confusion of the story. The three adults, whom I only referred
to as James, David, and Conger feel free to say these names were
the fun adult troop leaders. They like to goof off and make jokes all
the time, especially David and James. So I knew that my group is
going to be fun. It wou'd be a great learning experience too, because
James's Eagle Scout alumni. Well we get to the gear. Well, now
we get to the gear. Everyone else everyone else had gear for the trip.
Well I didn't. My family is never able to afford much, and
I couldn't get the right backpacking gear I needed. Outside of the pack itself.
Because of this, I ended up borrowing attention a couple other pieces of
gear from one of the scout masters. The tense I end up getting was
fairly used, but still great condition, except for this one little thing.
At some point in time, one of the tent rods broke or was cracking,
and someone repaired with duct tape. This meant with the sleeve for the
tent canopy could go down all the way and left a portion of the mesh
windows exposed in a single area of the tent. Keep this in mind,
it is important for later. So now February rise, we all meet up
early in the morning and drive off to Madura Canyon, where a mountain wrightspin
sits in stone cold silence her. He's beautiful and was very different from the
desert rural city Frankenstein of a place Tucksen actually is. It was cloudy around
the mountain, which is an important detail for later, and the woods brought
green to my forever beige and brown sun silk world makes you wonder if I'll
start bitching about Santa at some point. Anyways, we pull up to the
trail entrance and park. All of us get our gear out, organize into
our teams and off we go. Of course, Team May went up first,
was shortly after Team B followed in suit. The hike up to the
saddle was very different from my other outdoors experiences. It's but at the same
time it was very adventurous. Along this trail, we obviously kept a good
eye out as it was both bear and mountain lion country. With anything,
I was more afraid of the bears. The hours ticked by and finally arrived
at the saddle of mountain. It was green and fresh and perfect. We
took off to the right to a slope, so we went directly on the
trail and we get in the way of other hikers. During this time,
we set up our tents on the slope, myself near the three boys set
up two tents, two in each tent, while David and Congress set up
their tents a little bit above us on the slope, and James set up
is the base of a slope. Overall, every tent was within view of
mine, and each tenth sound was drowned up by the birds and gentle breeze
that shook the pine trees. More time passes as we get our dinner made
set up the bare bag a good distance away, and off to bed we
go. I shared a tent with a scrawny young guy named Dylan. Was
safe to us assume that you can say all these names. I don't want
him sleeping on the side that had the mesh uncovered by the tan canopy,
so I volunteered to make that my spot. As night crept in and the
clouds began to reflect in the lights of the city. As the clouds began
to reflect the lights of the city, the forest took to a slightly illuminated
state. Do I think you know what I mean? As as it is
the light pollution that reflects off a storm clouds at night and illuminates the area
just enough. Well, I started to fall asleep, Pit pat, Pit
Pat. I opened my eyes. I started drizzle. It's cold outside.
I'm really I'm at a real high elevation. My face is under the exposed
part of the mesh. It starts to rain. Great. I choose this
spot and I'll just have to deal with it. I close my eyes and
fall back to sleep. I woke up again, probably thirty minutes later.
This is a very rap estimate. At this point, I like my issues
started to arise and falling asleep after being woken up as tough, especially after
it rains and silked shapillow and sleeping bag from the shoulders up. Oh my
god, that sucks. I went cold, and it started to go back
to sleep, and then it started. I try to fall asleep again,
and somewhere from behind my tent, something is walking. It's very clearly sounded
by a pedal. Of course, my mind was thinking it was a deer
or a freaking bear. I basically was terrified. It tried to make as
little noise as I could, and I breathed out slowly and quietly from my
mouth. But this thing kept coming. It walked and walked, as the
pine meals and the occasional twigs snapped underfoot underfoot, and it walked right past
my tent, up the hill and beyond. I didn't look out for anything.
I was too scary as it was. At this point, I noticed
everything was really quiet, like too quiet, and it wasn't even drizzling anymore.
It was so quiet I could hear of this thing walk over the other
side of the hill and out of range. In my fear, I pulled
out my pocket knife opened it and hit it beside me, just in case,
and then tried to go to sleep. Pit Pat Pit Pat. Woke
up again. The rain is back, and I'm thinking, oh great,
my face is wetter and colder, and the water's running down and collecting at
the end of my tent, up the tent, my feet are at love
my curl up a bit and try to go to sleep. I must have
been asleep for a little bit. But I woke up again, and the
rain was gone and the silence returned, and I think much of it.
But then the steps come back. They came back from the direction they left
earlier, and over the side of the slope and down towards my tent,
and I was petrified. I wanted to get the hell out, but I
crows. I didn't look up, and instead just looked at the wall of
the tent and didn't and didn't face Dylan. Dylan, surprisingly was passed out
this whole time. It woke up at all, but that didn't stop the
steps. They kept coming back the same path they took, which is right
past the tent, These heavy bipedal steps, pine needles crunching wetly underfoot,
with a couple of twigs, snaps. They walked and walked and walked,
and then stopped. They stopped just outside the tent on the side my head
and Dylan's head were I was terrified, kind of feeling there's something, and
I'm feeling that same feeling as I retailed this. I didn't know what was
going to happen next. I just stare at the wall. Then the most
terrifyingly confusing thing happened. Something slid underneath the tent and under my pillow.
Then it gently raised my head several inches off the ground. It was slow
and gentle, and it held my pillowed head for several seconds. What we
shit? Let me tell you, those were the longest several seconds of my
entire life. Though my head felt something underneath the pillow like large fingers.
Afterwards, my head was gently laid back on the ground, like how do
you pick up an animal and put it down on the ground with such care?
After that, the hand or whatever slid up from beneath the tent and
then walked back behind it and en away out of the audible view. I
was scared, but very perplexed. I try to fall back asleep and succeeded.
Morning came, we cooked breakfast. As we're cooking breakfast, I asked
aloud everyone if they heard something last night. Everyone said they didn't hear anything.
It was separate. James Jim said he heard something walk through the campsite.
That was it. I decided to keep it to myself. After we
ate, we packed up, and as I packed up myst sleeping bag and
pad, I discovered a granola bar wrapper under my sleeping pack. This is
definitely an oh shit moment because I thought I grabbed all the trash. Turns
out I didn't, and it further muddied would happen to be Just mere hours
ago. We hiked down to the trail on Trents that morning. US hikers
have all walks of life passes on the way up. It's a fund trip,
one of my favorite memories from my scouting days. Well, we got
to the entrance and hop in the cars and leave. We all head back
to original meeting location and tucks him. My dad picks me up on a
drive home. He asked me about it, and I decided to tell him
everything, including me country during the night. My dad was quick to shoot
me down. He said it was one of those adults in my crew,
as I had the practical jokers, especially David and James. I chewed on
that for a minute, and I told him it wasn't possible. James did
say he heard something that night, but if it was them, I would
have heard them walk to their tents as well as open and closed them with
the zipper. Yet my dad still said it was most likely them. Maybe,
but it was doubtful, especially since the closest adult to my tent was
James and he was below me up behind me. I stopped there and kept
quiet the rest of the drive home. Ever since, I rarely told the
story and was reluctant to tell it to my wife, hearing she would think
me for some crazy guy. While she listened, it was rather intrigued to
say at the least, and that was assuring reassuring overall. I want to
share this with you and with everyone. What I'm most interested in, Steve,
is what you have to say with all your years about your experiences.
Have you ever had a situation where something lifted your head or a tent generally
and place it down or just anding like that. I just know that whatever
it was was very heavy, and I didn't leave any prints or clear walkways
aside from a few broken twigs. This has been on my mind for nine
years. I just want to have some help to find me an answer.
Sasquatch or not. Whatever it was was very real. It'll be something I'll
never forget. And as I messaged, and as a message to all you
viewers, Steve, thank you for all your stories and your own personal points
of view. They actually encourage me to tell my own experience you. Should
I ever have another one, I'll come back and share. Experiences are just
histories in the making and legends forever immortal. And as for you, Steve,
keep up the great work. I really appreciate your content and your own
perspective on things. Also, Candle, it's beautiful and it's somewhere I wished
I could visit just once in my lifetime, maybe even have my own little
Jack London style adventure. I really do bring that wilderness to life with the
footage you shoot and on location discussions. I do have a request to hear
more should have been dead stories you have from all your years as a guy.
Those are just really cool and very different from what I get over here
in the States. Thanks Luke All right, Luke, thanks for your share.
Man. You know one thing I always tell everybody when the email into
us, and they always say they're not sure what it was, and they're
looking for answers. And one thing I can almost confidence each time is if
you went out of your way to get on YouTube and you came across this
channel which isn't advertised as a sasquatch channel like the majority of them, well
there, then you would listen to the content here, and then you would
have been compelled to find the email address and type your story out and send
it in. As far as I'm concerned you, your instincts, your gut
feeling is already correct on what you experienced, and that's why you did all
those next steps. Right. I think I think you possibly already know the
answer to your question. Just feel a lot better if somebody could confirm it
to you here, right? And have I ever had that experience? No?
I have it, not myself. I don't know anybody who have guided
whether hunter with who has shared anything similar like that with me yet doesn't mean
none of them have ever had that experience. But to have been physically had
your head lifted off the ground, shit, And what I think from my
gather, if I remember correctly read it correctly, I think you're meaning they
found a rapper of yours and left it underneath your tent where your head was.
That's something else, because, let's face it, if it's up to
this forest, people were going to grab all the garbage that was left in
the woods and take it back to the owners. They'd be pretty busy,
right, We're pretty busy. But I do remember hearing of some hunters and
believe they harvested in deer. They harvested a deer, and they left the
hide of the head in the woods, and when they got home woke up
the next morning, the hide on the head were on their porch of their
house, and I was miles away from rather the harvest of the buck.
Interesting, right, very very interesting and unsettling. But you know, when
I am in the woods, in a tent in the middle of fricking nowhere,
hopefully admit it. Some people might not agree with it. I don't
care. I have a rival in my tent with around in the tube with
the safety on. That's how I sleep, and I always have that barrel
of my rifle pointing at my feet, and I shoot left the size on
my left side if I'm laying up. And I also positioned my tent away
from whoever I'm with so that my rifle's pointing away that way. In the
other tents this way or the other tents they are there. And I always
make sure that my partner, whoever I am with, also knows that I
have a loaded rifle in my tent in which way is pointed during the night,
in case they got up to go pee and possible I make a noise
whatever, or if shit goes down, they know where I am and we're
not to shoot. I know, we're not to shoot through the tent if
something's possibly sticking a cloth through the wall, you know what I mean,
Just so one in a million bit happens. I know of a couple of
guys here in British Plumbing who were both in the same tent and had to
fend off a sald Grilzie Baron or cabazer A pouncing all over the tent,
biting the shit out of him through the tent wall. And there's another thing
too, I do not share a tent with anybody. Ever. I don't
share a tent. One of the main reasons I don't share, and never
have shared a tent, just because when I'm hunting with you, say I'm
guiding you. I'm with you from first light to last light every single day
for upwards of two weeks. I don't need to sleep next to you as
well. I just don't. I don't need you in my tent propping and
farting through the night or snoring at the end of my work day. Right,
So it's one of my main reasons. But on another note, when
I've had some guys complain, well, we're not going to sleep in the
same tent, I'm like, no, I what do you think we're gonna
do it? For both in the same tent, And all of a sudden
there's a grizzly bear jumping up and down to the tent. What are we
gonna do? Right? So, when, if, or when the possibly
that one in a million scenario goes down where a grizzly bear is jumping out
on top of you and their tent, well, hopefully the noise you make
from getting bit your partner in the other tent is going to very effectively get
out of their tent with their gun and their flashlight and dispatch the bear before
it pops your head like a pimple. Right, So it's another reason why
I don't share a tent. What if I had, I've had, I
have come up out of my tent seed Barris before. I've seen grizzabars from
my tent. I've seen everything from my tent. I've I've heard one time
the middle of crick and Nowhere dropped off in a float plane in northwestern British
plumb We're on north central to northwestern British Columbia, the middle of fricking Nowhere.
And I had a buddy of mine, and he's got his own tent
as usual, a guy him guiding, and I was about ten yards from
the edge of the small lake is just big enough to get a supercup on
floats for land in it. And you could hear a mouse fart from twenty
yards. It was so quiet. And then all of a sudden, so
he got the lake shoreline game trail parallel in the lake, and then us
and the bushes on the ground in the forest about yeah, maybe ten meters
ten meters from the edge of that next game trail, and there's no way
out of it, because normally I will normally, I try to position my
tent so it's downhill of a main game trail because cool air drops, so
thermals your thermal air currents heat up, cool down, So all day long,
the wind's going up. All night long, the wind's going down.
So your nighttime predators, grizzly bears, big mature meal grizly bears are predominantly
nocturnal, not always, but mostly they're gonna be going up and down that
game trail during the night. So what I hopefully I try to do is
I try to keep my count below the game trails so that they go by
and I go undetected, and they don't stop. They just carry on from
this particular spot. Obviously, because you got lake game trail, it's impossible
to sleep and set up camp below the game trails, had to set up
above. I guess I'm valving a little bit long for this not so exciting
story. Sorry, but anyway, but it was really a cool experience because
I get to hear you could hear kabush kaboushka brush ka brush getting louder and
louder and louder. There was a moose was walking along the lake in the
water but you know, with then very close to the edge of walking along
the water, so his feet would come up out of the water and clopping
down called boom, called bloom, And it was so loud. It just
made you go like this in your tent because it was so loud. And
I knew. I'm like, oh, it's only a matter of time until
the moose smells us, right, because our air is always sinking during the
night, even if it's not doesn't have to be windy. That air,
that cool air is still dropping. So I knew that we would have a
scent. Our scent particles would have been pulling up downhill of our tent and
across the game trail, probably right to the water. And sure enough this
thing, I mean, it sounded like, well, that moose would have
been like here to that rock behind me for me and the tent. My
body is a little far other way, and all of a sudden it sounds
like, oh, it sounded like what a moose does. Sounded like doing
absolute panic shit itself because it would have got punched in the face with that
big pile of raw fresh human predators scent just would have punched it right in
the face. Oh my God and sent it into absolute panic, and it
just went running across the lake farther in the deeper water, and the noise
from that moose running through that water was something else. And to top it
off, because the mountains all around, the timbered mountains around the lake or
steep, so that sound was just for reverberating off the walls of the of
the mountains. I'll never forget that. It's intimidating in a way, but
not really because you knew exactly what it was. But that being said,
could you imagine if it was exact same as scenario I described to you and
something walked up to my tent and then slid their hand underneath where my head
was. Now, that wouldn't be too cool. Wouldn't picture that one?
That would be real shitty. But before something would have managed to get their
hand underneath the tent, I'll admit it, flat out, one hundred and
eighty grain three D short magnum or three hundred ultrameg round would have already gone
through the tent wall into the center mouse or whatever that was it was breathing
on my tent about to reach under and touch me. Yeah, I would
I would be doing that for sure, the preservation of life. I don't
know what's on their side of the tent. It's definitely not going to be
a pre animal, not a chance, you know that how the pre animals
react. And it's definitely not going to be my partner, because we already
are under strict, strict rules of never ever playing a prank on your partner.
When you're in the remote anywhere and you have firearms, you don't do
that. That's about as smartest putting on a black furry suit and running around
the woods during bear season. Right anyway, I'm babbling quite a bit today,
aren't I. Bears are gonna be out here fairly soon if this warm
weather keep keeps it. Well, it's not that warm anytime. It's pretty
cool. Yeah, well, let me get another one out, all right,
it's very sure. I don't know what it's about. Markets read and
the title's big Foot on a Desert storm veteran. I've been in the wood
since a young boy. I've only got one big Foot experience, but I
have a lot of UFO experiences. Anyway, I was coming out of a
blocks. I was coming out of Biloxxi, heading towards North Alabama, which
is where I'm from. It was pouring down rain. I was passing over
a couple of bridges on I fifty nine, and that's when I saw it.
All I got to see in a couple of seconds was the head of
a big foot in between the media, between a couple of bridges. Wow.
I couldn't turn around. I just kept trucking at seventy. I realized
there is more than we knew out there. Thanks, Steve. That's it,
Sharks to the point, Wilson, appreciate it. Man, You're correct.
There is a There is a lot, a lot more than we know
who out there and going on today. And that's why we're here. That's
why we're talking about all this shit. Right. How about this one?
Mark? This is red January twenty twenty two, A young one on mo
way home from work. On January eight, twenty twenty two, just as
it got light out, I spotted something. There's a campus is back away
from the road, maybe a hundred yards or so, as a big yard
up to the road. On the one side is a spring fed prawn.
Behind the pond is some small saplings than a clear cut. Whys a truck
going uphill? I've seen something in the lower part of that clear cut,
sitting angled away from me. I looked there every time I drive by.
I looked for jeer or whatever else might be wandering through. So I knew
it wasn't a stunt or log roads. Sorry, so I knew it wasn't
a stunt or log roads were crap. So it took a bit to stop.
I backed up, and when it was almost to where I could see
the clear spot, it stood up on two legs like we do. I
could see a stand through the saplings. When I went to the last ten
feet or so to stop, it came down the hill. When it reached
the bottom, it stopped and looked at me. It was black from edge
of toe. Light wasn't good enough to see any features. It was small,
so it had to be a young one. As I was looking at
it, the words it it's just a kid popped into my head. Then
I looked at opposite side of the road. Then then I looked at opposite
side of the road, then drove away. As I drove away, it
turned to walk back into the woods. It's about four or five miles before
my train of thought was back and I realized what I had just seen.
Even if it would have been a kid, I would have just drove away.
I would have looked to see if other kids were there, and looked
to see what they were doing. I don't think it was alone. I
should have turned around and went back to look for tracks, but I was
tired from working twelve hours, so I wanted to get to bed. I
find on stopping and looking when I went back to work. But we end
up getting rain that night, so that got rid of most of the snow
we had. I find it odd that I didn't go back. I would
have only taken ten or fifteen minutes to go look, but I didn't.
Also, I could have went when I got up, and for some reason
I didn't. I want to know. I want to know. Sorry,
I want to know. Did what told me it was a kid keep me
away from here? Okay, that's the type all you guys, What does
he mean? I want to know what it told me? It was a
kid keeping me away from there because it knew the rain would get rid of
the tramps. Does anyone else say anything like that happen? Kept away from
a spot for some reason? The name is Rick Waldeck, and I don't
care. If you see my name, I know what I saw. And
if anyone don't like that, they can kiss my ass. Love watch your
videos, been doing so for close to two years. I also crave knowledge.
I want to learn all I can before I'm gone. Keep up the
good work and keep spreading the truth. Almost forgot this happened in north central
Pennsylvania. Oh sorry, almost forgot this happened in north central Pennsylvania. Take
care and be safe, okay, Rick, Thanks you that man. Lots
happens in Pennsylvania. And I think what you meant at the end was has
anybody else had that happened? Meaning, has anything somehow kept you away and
not going back to a spot by giving me you possibly a message in your
head or feeling right? Pretty sure that's what you meant. And I'm pretty
sure a lot of people are gonna shake their head and go, Yeah,
for sure, let's keep going. I might do a share from the shop
later on too, Mark, This is red. These are all recently mailed
in. You guys, all right, I just decided to stop. Start
at the top of them, the top of the pile for a change.
More from the Spooky Woods. It's a title step back at you one more
time again, thank you for your excellent service and support you provide for the
people. My background seventy five years young, retired US Army colonel, started
out as a private not bad for an old draftee. Two tours himself Vietnam,
one of which was cut short by a Vietcong hand grenade, and a
total of twenty six years spent hither and yawn. After leaving the service,
I taught high school for eight years and other five years as a personal chef
and caretaker for a local family. I've always been an avid hunter for deer,
upland game bird, squirrels, rabbits, of wild turkeys, but nothing
that might eat me. I love the fish and consider myself an outdoors type
with passion for sharing with younger generations. Currently I live outside of Charleston,
South Carolina, and act as a volunteer game warden and hunter safety instructor at
the Joint Base Charleston's Navy Weapons Naval Weapons Station. Too old to stand in
a basque boat for eight hours a day anymore, so I've been regulated sitting
on the many docks and piers surrounding to Charleston Harbor or fishing from a kayak
with electric tolling motor. I apologize for his lengthy post, but it sets
the stage and could possibly help someone to manage their experiences. Back in the
mid seventies, my younger brother built a home on the family farm, roughly
twenty thirty yards from the spooky woods I've mentioned in an earlier post. There
is a one lane passage winding through the thick hardwoods and pines to a pond
about a mile away, built by our grandfather back from the fifties. Pond
is fed by a spring at that spot. Over the years, we figured
it was a kataba katalba katabaat a WB Indian camping area. We've found numerous
arrowheads, napping chips, pottery shards, and stolen implements in the area.
In addition, there are a number of mounds that we assume we're grave sites
at respect being for the indigenous Indigenous. We have never disturbed any of these
areas. Hence the experiences belonged to a family. We have a could be
considered a medium sized family. Brothers, sisters, sons and daughters, nephews,
niece's grandchildren, et cetera. Our brother's home has always been a gathering
place for various family events. Over the years, we managed to always gravitate
to the backpack, radio and deck after the sun goes down and whether permitting,
many many large times have occurred during the fall and winter, when the
leaves have turned and fallen. You're able to see several hundred yards down a
slope to where the dirt road turns to the pond. On several occasions we
have noticed softball sized corps of white light moving through the woods from the pond
area. There are no houses or farms for a number of miles in that
direction, and there is a sloping hill behind the road that would block any
light reflections. The lights are visible for several minutes before disappearing, and no
one will even consider venturing down the road to investigate the source. I reckon
someone could be attracted to all of our activity and just wanted to see what's
going Sorry, I reckon, reckon someone could be attracted to all our activity
and just want to see what's going on. My name is Steve Richards.
You may use my name if you wish. Spring is coming in Turkey.
Seasons fast approaching and I continue to watch year six. I absolutely appreciate that.
Thank you very much, Step for that email. And the white lights,
the damned white lights forwards, I haven't seen well, I haven't seen
them in the timber myself yet close to me. But I videotaped a videotaped
two lights way the hell up in the in the coastal mountains of British Columbia,
steeper than freaking hell. And it was minus I don't know what it
was minus ten of fifteen where I was down the valley bottom. I don't
know alcohol it was up there, and I videotaped those lights. I believe
I put that. I found that clip, and I was editing a week
ago and I put that clip at the front of a video for the hell
of it, just to repost it. And it was a bright light,
man, that was one hell of a bright light. But then there was
two lights, and then the one I went out disappear in the trees whatever
due there's a small pocket of spruce right there, and then and that brighter
light disappeared. I haven't a clip, I haven't a clue what the lights
are myself. I do know one hundred and ten percent that the what people
call orbs glowing balls of light have been accompanied with sasquatch sightings literally possibly thousands
of times now, So there, you haven't thousands of times. I do
not have a definitive personal answer with solid knowledge to what they are. I
haven't a fricking clip. All I know is it is a fact. They
are seen, They're real, and they're associated more commonly than not with sightings
of these forest people. Go figure, would I go running down there and
to invest get in myself? I saw a glowing light in the timber.
I don't know. I'd go with my gut instincts if it If it was
if it made every hair and my body stand on end and I was on
absolute alarm and feeling threatened. Hell no, I'm not going down there.
If my gut instincts told me it was cool and it's safe, and I
felt I felt very curious, I'd probably go ripping down there. Possibly what
I bring a weapon? Yep, yeah, I would. Why because I
can't run that fast and I don't have fangs and claws, and human beings
are under gunned in them and out here we just are. We're under guns,
except we have brains and thumbs, and there's a lot of us.
Right, that's our advantage. What else are we got? I'm gonna keep
ripping one another one? All right, recent sighting center to predator. Read
this, it's a different one. All right, Here we go reason sighting
similar to predator. Wow, that's two and one sitting see if you very
much enjoy your channel. Let's use the first thing I checked the morning before.
I'm making a copy. I never thought i'd personally have a sheriff for
you, but never say never. This setting occurred. This setting just occurred
on Friday, October eighth, twenty twenty one. I wonder where I found
this from. Oh, I probably found This is an over email I'd probably
found in my inbox. Sorry he took this long, but it's not it's
not one of the only ones. Let me start that sentence again. This
setting just occurred on Friday, October eight, twenty twenty one, five twenty
pm in central Maine. It's rural here, farmland, of course, with
one little store at the center of town. The store was roughly the size
of the average living room. But whatever you need, I'll bit five bucks.
They have it in now. The sun was low in the sky but
was still bright, not setting yet. It's that time of day with the
talks photographers love colors pop while simultaneously, long shadows can also be cast by
anything of the path the light from the sun. I had just driven over
a bridge across is a good sized stream and was approaching an intersection where three
roads converge. At that intersection, the road that I was on, Road
one, views to the right towards the two o'clock position. At the eleven
forty five position is another road, Road two, and at the nine o'clock
position is the road I was going to turn onto Road three. As I
approached the intersection, something dark at the right side of Road two caught my
eye. It's about the size of a person and backlit by the sun so
that I could not tell anything more than its form no features. Fokes my
attention upon it, believing it to be a person about to cross the road,
either to fish the stream across the bridge of the store. I slowed
down to almost a full stop to give them time to cross the road,
knowing that any drive Knowing that any driver behind me, especially with the sun
of their eyes, would not be able to see the pedestrian as my vehicle
was blocking their line of sight and the moment I make my left hand turn,
anyone behind me the continues on the main road would have no idea if
someone was crossing there half second later I had first noticed it. I had
first. Half a second after I first noticed it, the pedestrian disappeared.
It's completely gone. There's nothing there for grass. Another half second after that,
it reappeared eight feet to the right of where I had first seen it.
This time not only was it again backlit by the sun, but it
had moved in front of the beam of my headlights, which accidentally been left
in high beam. My headlights retracted off of it. It's repeated about six
more times while I sat there, and it made its way across the road
towards the stream. I can only scribe what I saw by referencing the way
the being was depicted in the movie Predator, Who was as if an image
of the landscape behind it was being displayed upon it, causing me to see
a distortion with a halo effect around the perimeter of its form. Each time
it reappeared within the beam of my headlights, I saw a glinting of sorts
where the upper legs, torso and head should have been. This effect was
given more pronounced around the edges of its form, nothing reflected from where the
lower legs should have been. It also wasn't backlit there due to the grass
and where the shadows of the trees had Once it moved past the grass and
into the road, my lights were clearly hitting something, but not a person.
As far as signs, it appeared to me to have the build of
a roughly six foot tall human male. There are no signs or poles where
it was at that intersection to have reference to reference its height against, so
I would not lock myself into that specific height could be Could it have been
taller, sure, but not outlandishly so. I've lived in this little town
for twenty five years and I have never seen anything like this before my exclaim
about fifteen years ago to have seen a sasquatch in the woods on our land.
The story is the only one I've ever heard where the being was wearing
a T shirt. I've been listening to your channel and helpes of hearing someone
else with a similar story as his sasquatch wearing clothing. If anyone out there
is seeing such a thing, I very much appreciate the share. Thank you
for taking the time out of your busy life as opt me as you do,
to read all the stories that are sent to you. I very much
appreciate you and all your viewers to take the time to put it all down
in black and white and get it all out there. Okay, there you
go. There's another one, another one with the description of the Predator thing
from the movie Predator. Now, where'd they get the idea? You gotta
wonder that too, right, where'd they get the idea to do that?
It wouldn't that be great to talk to the person who originally wrote the script
or Predator and asked them where they came up with the idea to come up
with that shimmering being in the trees and jumping on the ground. Where'd they
come up with that one? Wouldn't that be interesting? Man? We're getting
back to you. Okay, thanks for sharing that. And coincidentally, we
have a sighting of the exact same thing you've seen in this same video.
Go figure, what are the chances? Right? But again it's endless.
Now on your question, if anybody has seen one of these forest people,
sasquatch, sabbat people, whatever you wanna call them, If you've seen him
wearing clothing. Go ahead and we pass it on to Kay in the comments
section below this video be the easiest, fastest way for her to get the
answer or him. But screw up there, Kay, because just the letter
K was at the end of the video. Oh now it's a woman ex
husband. Sorry sorry Kay, that sorry man. Anyway, here we go.
I'm gonna get back up the house. I got a fire going out
back with all the branches from about ten trees that dropped in the horse pasture.
Make sure that's not burning anything down. And see how my sick girls
are making out. And then make a couple more emails. I received a
few emails and people from Ottawa offering up a place to stay. Absolutely appreciate
that. Who knows who might take up on or even a parking spot for
the motor home or place to shower. I'll definitely I'll definitely be saving those
emails all right. If I haven't answered you back on the emails, just
haven't had time. Yeah. Now time to go home and get myself more
informed what's going on in my country today as this struggle for truth and freedom
goes on, the evidence is mind boggling, mind boggling and how we've all
been misled mind boggling. Is it very frustrated time of life to day for
people who who want to fight for freedom, people who want to stand up
at tyranny, and people want to fight for the truth. Is very frustrating
time. Not so frustrating for the people that just want to fall in line.
Not very frustrating for them, unfortunately, But more and more people are
coming out. Mainstream media needs to be held accountable for a lot. How
they've had a negative impact on all of us, all of our communities,
society as a whole, so many crimes committed in our faces non stop.
Hopefully this effort put forward by the world is going to clean it up.
Let's hope so, right, because it is time. It's time to clean
it up. It's time to get all the honest truth and knowledge out there
for every single one of us. We're all equal, all of us are
equal. Unfortunately we got to fight for that equality. Right. I'm down,
I'm game, I'm into fighting. I'm gonna go fight and I'll be
back surely, and I will. I'm gonna make a possibly make a few
pre record as shares to load up the channel, but they will play before
I go, and I am going to videotape every single thing I can as
I travel across this country and take part in standing up for what's right.
And I hope all you do the same, for as many of you out
there that can do the same. It's time to stand up now. This
is the time, no matter what country you're in, it's time is now,
it's right now. It might be the last chance to get We'll be
back shortly. Well that's one of those sites you just have to stop and
try to record to share with everybody when you see him right first light in
the morning and remote lake, a bit of a breeze, fog and mystery
reflection, dead silence, m