All right, all right, here's a Bigfoot story I think y'all are going
to like. Dean is a cousin of mine from Asheville, North Carolina.
He called today to ask for prayer for his brother, who is struggling physically.
Dean has been a truck driver for over eighteen years and he travels nightly
through North Carolina to Georgia and back. We got to talking about one thing
and then another, and I ask him if, in all the years that
he's been traveling back and forth along these lonely roads late at night, had
he ever seen anything unusual or strange, you know, I said something like
Bigfoot. Well, of course you'd ask that. Funny, you should ask
that, he replied, and this is what he told me. In August
of nineteen seventy nine, he and three other men decided to go on along
fishing trip to Ontario, Canada. They decided to trade off driving, with
two in the front of the truck and the other men resting in the camper
in the back. My cousin was the one driving in broad daylight when they
entered a road that was heavily forested on the right with a swamp and to
the left led into more woods. He said, when he looked out across
the swamp, he saw a huge creature that was covered in bright red or
orange brown hair, standing in the water up to its knees. And then
he said again, it was huge. The creature's back was to them,
and it seemed to be focused on something deeper in the woods, and as
they drove by, it slowly turned to look at them and then back to
face the woods, as if to say, oh, it's only humans.
Have you ever seen Andre the giant? Dean ask yeah, I told him
I saw him in person in Colorado. Even touched his shoulder as he walked
by. That dude was massive. He was seven foot four and over five
hundred pounds, Dean told me. People who have seen Bigfoot will often say
it was over seven feet tall and it weighed more than five hundred pounds.
But what I saw and what my friend saw was closer to ten feet tall
and it weighed more like a thousand pounds. Well, once they had passed
by this thing, Dean turned to his friend in the passenger seat and he
said, did you see that bear? He said, he called it a
bear, but they both knew what it was and the friend muttered a quiet
yes. For years, Dean and his friend never said a word about what
they saw. He said that they never quit thinking about it. But how
did you have that conversation? And then one day, when they were alone,
Dean asked his friend if he remembered the bear that they saw in Ontario
in nineteen seventy nine, and his friend said that he did remember. And
there was a pause, and he added, it wasn't a bear, was
it? No? His friend whispered, it wasn't a bear. Now,
my cousin is a truthful person. He had no idea I was going to
ask him this today, so there was no time to prepare himself for a
rehearse and answer. He didn't stutter or stammer, and it was clear to
me that he was someone who had seen something and remembered it so vividly that
he would recall it as if it were yesterday. I believe his story,
and I believe that my cousin saw a bigfoot. I believe he did too.
Let's see he says it's okay to use his name. His name is
Pastor Mark. I believe your cousin's story too. That's when you spring that
on somebody and they just wrap off a story and they never stutter, they
never never pause, They never stopped to think or try to remember. They
just rattle it off. That means they've been thinking about it a long time
and it probably did happened. What this thing was, who knows what it
was. Maybe it was a bear. Maybe it was a bear up on
its hind feet. The grizzly bears live in swamps, I don't think they
do. This thing was in water up to its knees. You know,
they say there's bigfoot down here in these bottom lands. I've never seen one,
but people say they are. There's videos of something standing up to its
knees in water. The video says it was in Tunica, close to Tunica,
Mississippi, but I've heard other people say it was in another part of
the state or another part of the country. If you look up bigfoot in
Tunica, you'll find a video of a bigfoot breaking out the center of a
rotten cypress tree. And I guess he's digging in there for some grubs,
or maybe there's a beehive in there or something. He's getting him some honey.
But it doesn't look like a bear. Looks it looks like a Bigfoot.
I don't know what it is, but it's a really cool video.
It's been out several years. Y'all look it up Bigfoot Tunica, Mississippi.
You'll find it right away. Anyway, Thanks to Pastor Mark for sending this.
I really appreciate it, and thanks for relaying Dean's story. You to
man. My interest in Bigfoot started unknowingly years ago. I was in grade
school in nineteen seventy five and a group of actors were brought in and performed
what I'm guessing was an original piece called The Hairy Man. I'm not certain
if that is the title of the piece, it just seems logical based on
my following statement. The chant they repeated again and again during their presentation was
and what did he see a coming through the trees? And what did he
see a coming through the trees? And what did he see a coming through
the trees? The hairy man, The hairy Man, the hairy Man.
This chant echoed through my mind anytime I entered the woods as a child,
and it chilled me to the bone. Frankly, I never associated it with
Bigfoot until the night about three years ago when I was outside looking for my
cat in the woods and in the dark, I felt very uncomfortable. I
couldn't see anything in the gloom of the night, but I tell you,
I felt like I was being watched. Bigfoot did not enter my mind,
but the Hairyman chant did and I looked around but didn't see anything, and
I figured it was some person who was on the bike trail somewhere watching me.
Well. I was on my way back to the house with the hairy
man words chanting in my brain, and I wondered what exactly had that meant.
And when I got inside, I googled hairy Man. I only did
that in hopes of finding the script the actors had performed at my grade school
years ago. I wanted to read it. Their performance had affected me so
much that I actually became an actor, and I toured to schools and art
centers all over the Midwest Florida East coast for years, doing theater for families
and young audiences, in other words, children's theater. I wanted to reread
the story and I figured out exactly what the hairy Man was. I didn't
find the script, but what I did find was Bigfoot, and eventually your
channel. I've been listening to you for quite some time now. I'm always
impatiently waiting for your next video to come out. Hey, everybody, I've
been gone for about two weeks. But I went on vacation for a week,
and then when I got back, my lawnmower was broken. I had
a guy I was trying to sell something. I had a guy I had
to spend all day with him trying to sell a piece of equipment. It's
been one thing after another. I said, my lawnmower broke. I still
hadn't got it back. I'd tell you the details of it, but that's
boring. Anyway. That's where I've been, but I'm back full time podcasting
right now. Anyway, I'm back to her story. I want you to
know how much I love your channel and specifically who you are. Okay,
she's just gonna say real nice She says real nice things about me, and
I appreciate it. And then she goes on to say, I know people
can be jerks. I know you have thick skin, but I just wanted
to encourage you to keep on keeping on. I think you're fantastic and I'm
so glad I stumbled on your channel. Thank Stephanie. Well, I'm glad
you stumbled on my channel and I think you're fantastic Stephanie, You're pretty fantastic
anyway. That's an unedited email. She had an early experience in nineteen seventy
five from a play at school about the hairy Man, and she connected it
with Bigfoot, and she was pretty sure Bigfoot was watching her from the bike
trail. That's interesting to me. Some people have that intuition, they have
that sixth sense and they just know, and that's what this was. Thank
Stephanie for the story. It was good and I'm glad you liked my podcast.
Thank you, ma'am. Okay, this is a short story. It's
about some kind of canine creature. I'm not sure what this is, but
let's read it and you can decide what you think. This creature is short.
It's short, but it's to the point. It was a cool sunny
day in the early March of nineteen ninety four when I decided to go hunt
for coyotes. Now by hunt, I don't mean kill the coyotes. I
mean only to call them in so that I could look at them. I
had the whole day off, so I decided to head to a segment of
the cedars of the Lebanon State Forest that I had not yet explored. There
was a little spot at the top of a small hill where an access road
that had been cleared early in the previous fall was laid out before me.
It was bulldozed to go twenty five feet on either side, giving me a
wide view around me, and I felt a slight breeze against my face there.
So I decided to blow a cottontail distress call. But before I could
do so, I heard the unmistakable sound of a canine loping or trotting up
the access road toward me. I lowered the call and I watched to see
what was coming for a visit. I sat and I waited, but I
didn't see anything, and the canine footsteps were louder and clearer. They were
coming closer to me, and there was even a gentle panting sound. I
was sitting within ten yards of where anything would crest the rise, but I
didn't see anything. And as I sat there, confused by the sounds that
I was hearing and the lack of visual evidence, the footfalls and the panting
came up to my position and veered to my left, and then it went
on down the access road, and it faded away, And at no point
did I see anything. At no point was the gravel disturbed, There were
no tracks, there was nothing. For ten minutes, I sat there,
asking myself what had just happened. I wasn't frightened or worried about it,
at least at the time I went. Wasn't. Then I knew it was
time to go. It wasn't a feeling of doom or any sort of fear
or dread. It was only a mundane sense that it was time to go.
And I followed my instinct and I left without ever knowing what it was
that I had crossed paths with. That's pretty interesting. Maybe that was like
a ghost dog or a ghost dog man. Somebody write a story about a
ghost dog man that kind of combines two topics in one story. That would
be cool. But this was interesting. I don't doubt this guy. Things
sounds in the woods, or you know, some sounds in the woods are
just odd. They're just weird. You can't figure them out. I hear
stuff all the time. I'm like, what in the world is that.
It's never loud or scary it's just something. This was two weeks ago before
we went on vacation. I walked outside and I heard this chirpin and it
was this perfect cadence and it never stopped. It was like chirp, chirp,
chirp, chirp. But it didn't sound like a bird, but it
kind of did. But I assumed it was a bird. So this was
It was just at daylight. I came out on my back porch. I
had me a cup of coffee, a little cigarette. That's what I do
in the mornings. I smoked three cigarettes maybe four. Have a good hot
cup of coffee with some honey in it. I love it that way.
And I sat there and I sit there for thirty or forty five minutes,
catching up on the news on my phone and blah blah blah, and that
sound never did quit. It just kept chirp, chirp. My wife came
out and she was talking to me, and I said, you hear that
sound? She said yeah. And then I started thinking, my air conditioner's
right there to the left. I started thinking, maybe my shaft in my
air conditioners squeaking. Maybe something needs to be old, or WD forty eight
or something, and then it quit. Well, I went in, took
a shower, came back out, and it was making that sound again.
And finally the sound moved. Whatever it was a bird in the sweet gum
tree that's right outside my back porch, and it moved from that sweet gum
tree out to the woods, and I could hear it out in the woods,
so I knew it was a bird anyway. The point is long,
long way around to say. Some of these sounds in the woods that you
hear, excuse me, are a They're hard to pinpoint. I wish I
knew what kind of bird that was, but I finally finally came down to
the conclusion that that was a bird. Anyway, this was a good story.
A ghost dog man, That's what I'm gonna call this story. Thanks
to the writer. I don't know if this incident is worth relating to the
public, but I thought i'd send it anyway and ask you if there's anyone
else from up this way that has sent you anything from this area. I
know a couple of people that have seen something big and dark run on two
legs across the road in that area, but they won't elaborate. I'm from
Canada and growing up, we lived out on a farm in the Rockies.
When I was nine years old, I can remember always feeling scared in the
clearing, in the timber behind the house and horse barn, where my family
would target shoot. I got the same feeling at night in the winter when
our water froze for months, so we had to use the outhouse out back.
It was always quiet out there. Growing up, we camped and fished
in Fraser Valley in places where we were the only humans for miles. I
never experienced anything like what happened to me in Tennessee. Wait a minute,
Wait a minute, I thought he was in Canada. Let's keep reading and
see where he's going. I moved from the Alberta Foothills to Tennessee in the
late eighties. There we go. I camped and rode horses in Tennessee and
Kentucky and northern Alabama until this happened in twenty twelve. I still sometimes go
on day hikes here, but only with a friend who was a former military
with a special capacity. A little less scary with him, but I'm always
on high alert and sometimes I get that being watched feeling. I've told him
about what happened to me, but not sure he believes me. It was
just three weeks ago that we went to Lost Creek here in Tennessee and then
walked the half a mile up to Rylander Cascades. I felt that creepy feeling
the whole way back from there, but not on the way up. The
cabin site where the incident happened is just off a clearing on a dirt road,
next to a season on small creek bed and a spring about twenty five
yards up the ridge due west. It's owned by cousins of a friend that
I was with and had been in their family for almost a century. The
entire mountain is in complete darkness when the sun goes down, with no lights
from anywhere, and every star was out that night. It was early in
the spring and the mosquitoes were not out yet, so we set up a
base camp with no tent, and we planned to sleep on the covered porch
of the cabin. We were sitting around the fire after cooking steak on a
stick and talking and laughing and drinking a beer or two and listening to eighties
rock. Aerosmith came on, so of course I turned it up a little
and Shortly after I turned it up, we heard this loud, goltural growl
with a couple of huffing grunts at the end that came from above the spring
well. We froze and we looked at each other and I said, what
the f is that? I turned the music off and we sat there.
I was terrified. The sound felt like it was still vibrating inside my body
and squeezing my heart and lungs. I've heard most everything that lives in the
Rockies, but never anything close to that. At the time, I didn't
even think about what it could be, just that I wanted to get as
far away from it as I could. Well less than a minute later,
the exact same sound came from east, directly behind us where the cabin was.
The distance from the ridge to there was one hundred yards down and around
the cabin, and most of the ridge was dense brush, but we hadn't
heard anything moving around us. It was louder than the first one, and
it hit me like a ton of bricks. The truck was parked about fifteen
feet away between the cabin and the fire, and he looked at me and
he said, let's get in the truck and We left everything where it was,
including the fire, and jumped in and he locked the doors and started
the truck. You can't get up there without a four wheel drive or four
hoofs at any time of the year. It was too dangerous to drive at
night, and worse when the ground was wet, so we had to stay
there. We had an ar in the truck, and I put it up
on the dash where I could get to it. It was humid and coal,
so we turned up the heat. The windows fogged up quickly, Thankfully.
I didn't want to see whatever it made that sound. I didn't sleep,
but I drifted in and out. I opened my eyes several times to
look at the time on my phone, but I was too scared to look
up at the windows. We waited for full dawn to get out of the
truck. Well. I was sick to my stomach, and I was feverish,
and my eyes were blurry in the sunshine, and I felt lightheaded,
and I felt like I'd been bucked off on hard ground. And I had
a headache worse than any migraine I'd ever had. I laid on the porch
of the cabin for a couple of hours until I could sit up, and
I was able to handle getting in the truck and bouncing down the mountain.
We didn't talk about what happened. It took twenty four hours for me to
recover from those physical effects. My buddy wasn't affected like I was. He
was just worn out from fear and not sleeping. And I'm thankful that we
decided to drive and not to ride the horses up and camp that day.
I believe it would have been much much worse. When I got home,
I started doing research on animal sounds in Tennessee on the Internet, and I
found a few sasquatch recordings, but nothing sounded exactly like what I heard.
Also came across Mary Green's information and an archived news story from the early sixties
about a bear like creature that was killed in the area. I've tried to
find that news story again, but it's gone. Where this happened was not
far from the Carter place Mary researched. The area is up the mountain from
the Hickory Flat Cemetery of Shiloh Road and all Red, Tennessee, and not
too far from Hippie Jack's place. It concerns me because there are a lot
of people who go up there four wheeling and camping with their kids all year
long. Well, my friend told his dad and uncle about what happened and
asked if they had ever heard anything like that up on the mountain. They
were in their late seventies and were born and raised on the mountain property.
He said. They both had shocked looks on their faces, and his dad,
who was terminally ill at the time, sat straight up and said,
you heard it. They proceeded to tell him about sounds they heard and about
a nighttime incident when they were all young and their dad was gone overnight to
town for supplies. And none of the eleven children of that family had ever
told any stories to the kids until he asked. After thinking about this,
and after all the reading and listening I have done the past couple of years,
I think we were being warned to quit making noise. That I have
joked about Sasquatch having zero music appreciation, and he hates Errowsmith, but I
think it's really us in their territory that they hate. Let me know if
you've heard anything else up this way. I think there is much more going
on than anyone is owning up to publicly. Thank you for the time you
put into your channel. There are only a couple of other Okay, he
names a couple of other channels, and they're good, and I watch them
all and I say, this is a he. But there's a woman named
woman's name at the bottom. She didn't say to use her name, so
I'm not gonna say, but I guess this was a woman who wrote this.
Anyway, that's pretty cool. That's a great story. They just heard
some kind of a scream or guttural. It's always a guttural growl or whatever,
but it really shakes people up. And then the sickness whatever made this
person ill. It's kind of interesting. They migraine headaches and oh man,
they named several things that were going wrong and it took twenty four hours to
come out of it. So is that the infrasound symptoms that from infrasound?
I don't know. I hear all kind of theories on what that stuff is.
But this was really a good story. I appreciate the writer. Thank
you. Okay, I hope you guys enjoyed that podcast. It wasn't quite
as long as I wanted it to be, but I wanted to get something
out. Finally had a day free where I could start doing this. After
tomorrow, when I get my lawnmower back, I should be able to get
my grass cut, and then I'm completely caught up with all my yard work
and I can just sit in here all day in this cool aire and do
story after story after story and keep these podcasts growth. Hey, y'all know,
I went down to my wife and I went down to the Gulf Coast.
We took our RV. We've got a fifth wheel RV. We've always
gone down there. We go down there about every other year. We rent
a condo or a hotel room and we'll stay a week, or sometimes we'll
take the whole family and rent a beach house. Man that is so expensive.
But anyway, this time we just hooked up our fifth wheel. We
rode down there and rented a place in an RV park in Golf Shores.
And whenever you rent a condo or get a whole hotel room, or you
rent a beach house, you get the beach right there behind whatever you're staying
in. That's kind of a private area for you know, whoever's staying there.
But we went to the public beach and it was great. We would
get there about nine o'clock and stayed till two or three. And I love
the beach. There's video rolling in this video of our vacation with some other
stuff with me riding around with my dogs. But that's a public beach.
It's easy to get to. We'd roll a cooler. I had a cooler
full of beer and I had a We had like a shade kind of thing.
We bought in a couple of chairs and some tiles. We just had
a great time. So we rednecked it all week. We went camping on
the Gulf coast and we hung out on the public beach and we went and
ate. That's all we did all week. That's my That is my version
of a vacation right there. Anyway, it didn't mean to bore y'all with
that, But this RV is it's not that old. It's probably less than
six months old. And one of my slides locked up on me and I
didn't think I was gonna be able to get it in to come home,
and I finally got it in, so I got to take it to get
warranty work. I'm gonna tell you all something. These RV's the most expensive
RV, fifth wheel travel trailer, pop up camper, Class A coach,
Class C coach, whatever you want to buy, buy the most expensive one
you can find, and it's still a piece of junk. So but you
have to buy them and understand you're gonna have to work on them occasionally to
get things running and get things working. The problem is they they break while
you're using them on vacation, or something will go wrong right before you go
and you can't go. That's the frustrating thing about it. But we love
camping. We love to go to state parks and corp of Engineer parks and
just camp for a weekend, or take the grandkids and swiming the lakes and
swiming the rivers and just have a good time. Anyway, I'm just rambling,
just thought I y'all what I've been doing. I hope y'all have a
good rest of your week. I got a good story picked out to record
tomorrow. It's a Da Roberts story hanging in there. It'll be posted by
the end of the day. I hope you enjoy it all right, We'll
see y'all on the next podcast.