I'll write. The writer's name is Chris. This is a bigot story.
He says it is true, but let's see what he writes. In the
early nineteen eighties, when I was just a little kid, my family would
visit my paternal grandparents' farm in southern Indiana. It was a two hour drive
to get there. You turned in and drove up a long gravel driveway and
that led up to their two story farmhouse. My grandparents originally owned ninety acres
until the state highway got routed through it. They ended up losing more acreage
due to a drought, which put them in financial bind, and they were
forced to sell off a further section of land and they ended up with fifty
acres, but they still had plenty enough room to roam around. My grandfather
was usually tending to livestock or out in the cornfield. My grandmother would make
me and my brother lemonade nice tea, after which we would walk the farmer
head toward the woods without a care in the world. Man I missed those
days. The sun was high, and as usual, we ventured out into
the woods. We got ten yards in and we got a whiff of the
most ungodly odor. It stopped us right then and there. It smelled like
a combination a road kill skunk and wet dog. My younger brother and I
tried not to puke. Well. We got another ten yards and we heard
the rustling in the thicket just to our left. At first we thought it
was a deer, as there are many running around these parts and the way
it moved it had to be a deer, but we couldn't see it for
sure because the thicket was full of saplings that stood well over six feet.
We crept along another ten yards before we both started gagging because the awful smell
was back again and it was strong as hell. There was a noise like
before, only this time to the right of us. We heard an animal
of some sort let out a large grunt, and fifteen yards away we spotted
it. It had a massive, dark head and it was standing behind a
big oak tree. It had to be over six feet tall. We couldn't
make out any details like eyes or a face. As night was falling and
the light was vanishing. We stood in total fear staring at this thing,
and when it disappeared behind the tree, it was our queue to get the
hell out of there. Like both our riches were on fire, and as
we ran, I lagged behind my younger brother, taking quick glances behind me
to make sure this thing wasn't following. Later, we told our parents and
our grandparents what had happened. In that moment, I learned why you should
never tell anyone about your bigfoot encounter. We were laughed at and then lectured
by the adults for having overactive imaginations and our storytelling bologney. My brother and
I talked about it and agreed from then on to never tell people of our
stories. We didn't go back to the farm for a while, and when
we did, we avoided the woods. Took us a solid year to eventually
go back in there. It was fine at first, but then well,
maybe that will be the story for another day. This was my first bigfoot
encounter, out of many. I've had brushes with UFOs and aliens too.
I think it's all been a curse, or maybe I messed up in a
past life or something. I would laugh out loud, but I don't know
how I've remained sane, if that's what you call saying, well, that's
a good story, man. The thing about this it stood out to me
was your brother was with you, so you have someone to corroborate your story,
and that's cool. I mean, you both saw this thing, you
both smelled it, and you were both looking behind you to make sure it
wasn't tracking you. That's a good story, Chris. When there's two people
together that see it, another person can back up the other person's story and
makes it pretty solid, pretty solid. Thanks for the story, buddy.
Okay, we're just gonna have one story in this short podcast today. I
am. My computer went down Monday. This is Thursday morning, and I'm
just now getting back to work. It took me three days to rebuild all
my software and get the passwords and download everything like I'm supposed to with my
regular software that I use for my work and all the software for the podcast.
You have to go in those programs and reset them up the way you
had it set up. I still don't have the sound right on these podcasts,
so if they sound kind of funny, don't worry about it. I'll
get it fixed. But I wanted to get something out this week, and
I'm really far behind on my regular work, so I've got to dig in
and get caught up. Where some of these people start firing me. I
don't want to get fired, so I gotta work extra hours. But I
hope to have time in the next I don't know, a week or two
to at least do these five or ten minute podcasts and keep the stories coming
because they're so good and you all know I love doing this, so I
might be able to get one out this weekend. I've got a really good
story. It's about probably be forty five minutes or an hour. It's one
story. It's really good. I'm gonna shoot for that Saturday or Sunday.
But you guys, have a good weekend. It's Thursday, and i'll probably
you'll probably hear from me by then and have a good one. Thank y'all.