Here's a bigfoot story from Jim. Twenty years ago. When I was forty
eight years old, I was hunting in Palestine, Texas that southeast of Fort
Worth. It was over ten thousand acres of hardwood forest that was leased by
Texas Parks and Wildlife. On this trip, it was me and a few
of my friends and we ate and geared up for a day of boat hunting
before heading out at four point thirty am. I wanted to get there as
quickly as I could because I was going to put up my tree climbing stand.
The trail was bordered by old growth oaks and pine trees and thickets.
With nothing more than a lamp on my head, I didn't have much to
identify any strange sounds around me, and there were definitely some strange sounds.
I was halfway to my spot when I heard something in the thicket next to
me that sounded like someone or something heavy lifting itself off the ground. A
cool chill ran through me as my mind raised to identify the animal that could
have made that sound. It was way too big to be a human.
Maybe it was a wild hog. It had only been a couple of days
since I had come across a team of hogs on my way out, and
I had to hide behind a pine tree. I decided to take three or
four side steps to my right. Whatever was in the brush did the same,
except that its footsteps sounded louder. What was worse, it snorted in
my direction. I'm six foot three and I weighed two hundred and twelve pounds,
but the sound that came from inside that thicket was bigger and taller than
me. Every hair on my body stood on end. Oh hell, I
thought, what is this thing in front of me? All I had to
protect myself was compound bow and five arrows. I figured it wasn't much,
but I was going to fight to the death if I had to. Slowly
and deliberately, I pulled one of my arrows from the quiver and brought it
to the string and had the bow in firing position. I did another three
or four side steps to my left, and the thing on the other side
of the brush did exactly the same thing. I squinted and stared into the
thicket in front of me. I wanted to see what was there, but
my light wasn't powerful enough and the vegetation was too dense. My heart was
pounding enough that I was sure it was physically audible. As my mind ran
through the scenarios, all of which appeared to end in my death. With
no other choice, I stared straight ahead of me. The bow was still
in firing position, and I was doing my best to remain calm as I
said, if you don't hurt me, I won't hurt you. And then
I slowly turned to my right and began walking away. I looked back over
my shoulder, but I didn't see anything. I didn't hear anything, no
heavy breathing, no footsteps. As quickly as I could, I managed to
get to my tree and I climbed up, and I hunted the rest of
the day without incident. After that, though, I made a point of
not heading out to my standing until daylight. The next year, Texas Parks
and Wildlife gave up the hunting lease. We heard that it was too expensive
and that the land had turned into a private club. I had never heard
of bigfoot when that happened. It wasn't until a couple of years ago,
when I began to listen to your channel, that I began to find myself
wondering was that bigfoot? I heard that day. Oh, man, that
is a cool story. Probably was bigfoot? What do you really think now
that you've really thought about it? Are you wondering if it was bigfoot?
Or are you pretty sure? I'd love to hear what you think now.
Thanks for the story, Jim, I appreciate it. Okay, here's an
email about a haunting that I thought was pretty cool. My wife and I
are into the paranormal. My wife is actually an EmPATH, so as a
friend of ours, there are many types of empaths, and I have trouble
saying that word empaths empaths. There are many types of empaths with various combinations
of abilities. Our friend is one of the most EmPATH empathic people. I'm
sorry our friend is. Our friend is one of the most empathic people I've
ever met. Man, there's too many empaths words in this story. She's
also the smartest person I know. This woman has been on several paranormal shows
and still does guest appearances, and she is accomplished writer with several published books.
Our empathic friend, empathic friend and her significant other purchased an old house
and was built in nineteen sixty eight, and they fixed it up and they
used it as an airbnb. It's a retreat and a venue to hold seminars
and host storytelling sessions. We all live in Medinah, Ohio, but the
house is located in Oberlin. When they started working on it, several of
us got together and went over to help clean and paint, and it didn't
take us long to figure out that it was haunted. It began when I
was painting in a back room on the upper level. I stepped backwards to
look at the wall to see if everything looked okay. But when I went
to take another step, I felt a hand firmly on my back that stopped
me from taking another step. I looked behind me to see who had come
in the room, but I was alone. The only one thing behind me
was a ladder that was lying on the floor, and if I hadn't been
stopped, I probably would have tripped over it. Things escalated from there.
We began to hear voices coming from rooms when we knew those rooms were empty.
Sometimes we would hear full blown conversations. They were loud enough to be
heard, but never loud enough to be understood. And then we began to
see shadow figures walking from room to room. That was followed by knocks and
doors being opened and closed. One night, after we had finished working and
were gathered together taking a break before leaving, a friend to ask our empathic
friend when she had gotten a dog and where was she keeping it. Our
empathic friend laughed and said, so you see it too. Apparently it had
been seen multiple times, and since it never responded to anyone, it was
most likely a residual event. Are like movies on a loop, playing over
and over again. No one ever went into the basement except for my wife
and our empathic friend. They both agreed that there was something or someone down
there, but they could not pick up on anything other than maybe an old
man. I decided to bring a few voice motion activated digital recorders and I
set them up down there. I'm game for anything like that. I guess
I'm not smart enough to be afraid. I was down there for half an
hour, but I didn't get anything except me rambling on the recorders and asking
questions. I decided to try another tactic, so I set up the only
two recorders that would power up at that point, and then I said,
I'm leaving. You can talk if you want or not. It's up to
you, and what I got was the craziest EVP ever screams. It was
just screams, but it was bone chill and horrifying and heart stopping, and
it was almost demonic sounding listening to it. Is not for the fame of
heart. That's the end of the email. And he gave a link,
but I did not copy it with this email, but someone else had heard
it and they wrote to me and said, it's basically screams from the basement.
That's the EVP. And I'm sorry to the writer that I did not.
I did not save that link, but I just copied the text from
these emails and I paced them in a word file and I read them and
that's that's how this went. But that's a really cool story. Of these
harnted house stories give me the willies. I don't know about y'all, but
there's there is something demonic about it. There is a book that kind of
suggests and tells us what happens to us when we die and we don't get
to stay here. I think the only entities that get to stay here are
demonic entities. So and that's just my belief, if it's my opinion I'm
not saying you're wrong if you think people get to stay, their spirits get
to stay. I don't want to get in a tangle with anybody about a
silly subject like that, but to me they seemed demonic. I've never seen
one, so what do I know. I have no idea, but it's
a really cool story and I appreciate the writer, so thank you. Okay,
here's a short email that crams in Bigfoot and dog Man. The event
takes place in Arkansas. The writer's name is Jeremy. Here's what he writes.
In nineteen eighty five, I was twelve years old living on my grandfather's
farm in Arkansas, and to my young mind, I was living the dream.
My grandfather had a three wheeler that I wrote all over the place.
There was something about tearing down those old dirt roads that made me feel free
and ready to face the world. It was on one of those occasions when
I was headed down a dirt road on a three wheeler that I had my
first experience. At the time, I didn't know what it was. I
thought it was the biggest wolf I'd ever seen. The problem with that was
that there were no wolves in Arkansas at least At that time, all I
knew was that it stayed with me no matter how fast I drove. It
stayed inside the tree line, so it was hard to get a good look
at it. But it had to be a wolf. What else could it
have been. After a mile, it ran off into the woods. Arkansas
didn't have wolves, and looking back, I now realized that I saw a
dog man that day. I live in Missouri now and have for several years.
In twenty fifteen, I was at a buddy's house. It was mid
spring and we were there for a barbecue. The adults were in the living
room playing cards and having a few beers when my buddy's daughter, who was
in the back yard playing started screaming at the top of her lungs. Instinctively,
we all jumped up and ran to the back door, with my buddy
leading the way, and he stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway,
but with three of us behind him, momentum shoved him out of the way.
I was the second one out the door, which gave me just enough
time to see my first bigfoot as it disappeared into the trees. His daughter
ran up the stairs and then threw herself into her daddy's arms, and he
scooped her up and he carried her inside back in the house, we each
grabbed a hunting rifle or a shotgun and went back out to the general area
it had been, and we found a spot in the grass where it must
have been sitting and watching the little girl. It looked like it had crawled
up to that point, but there were five to six foot strides through the
long grass where it made its retreat. It was roughly twenty five yards between
the tree line and the back fence. We knew it would be long gone,
so we went back into the house. By then, his daughter had
calmed down enough to tell the story. She said that she was playing when
a big man stood up out of the tall grass and stepped over the fence
and started coming for her. He just stepped over it. She said that
fence was three feet tall, and he stepped over it like it was nothing.
That was when my friend explained why he had stopped dead in his tracks.
He had locked eyes with the thing for a moment, and then it
stepped back across the fence. That is when we shoved him out of the
way, and I watched it disappear. Into the trees. That was my
first experience with Bigfoot. But there are others. Oh that's cool, man,
Why didn't you include those in this email? Brother Jeremy is his name,
and Jeremy, if you've got some more, if you haven't already sent
them, make sure and send them to me because I'd love to share them
with the audience. Thank you for this one. It was a good un
This rider doesn't give a name, but it's a story about Bigfoot and he
claims it's true. Thirty three years ago, when I was stationed in Colorado,
I had a friend who was a bowhunter. While we were in Colorado
and before we had to leave on deployment, he wanted to hunt for elk,
so one day we drove up to check out a valley that he had
been researching. We headed out on Thursday evening to a valley near Fairplay.
There were two other valleys near Weston Pass in case we didn't see any elk
on the first spot, but Dave wanted to start near Fairplay first. Since
we didn't leave until Thursday evening, it was already dark when we arrived,
which is why we spent the night sleeping in the back of my truck.
It didn't take us long to get a move on. The next morning,
we hiked a good thirty minutes or more up a fire lane road before stopping
so Dave could check his to opo map and compass. Once he was sure
of where we were, he pointed out the valley on the map, and
he drew a line with his finger indicating the route that we should take up
the hill to our right. It would lead us to an outcropping of rock
where we could overlook the entire valley well. I trusted Dave to make the
right calls. He'd been there before, so when he dropped us backpack halfway
up the hill and said that we would camp there that night, I dropped
my pack too, and then we had an MRI and we hiked the rest
of the way up the hill. The outcropping was exactly where he said it
would be, and the view of the valley was more than I could have
expected. I had a pair of field glasses and Dave had a spotting scope
to use when the elk came out to feed, and while we waited for
that moment, and with the cool breeze blowing across the valley and the long
trek behind us. We decided it would be a good time and place to
take a nap. Some time later, and I had no idea how long
it was. I woke up to Dave tapping me. I looked up at
him and then turned and looked out to where he was pointing. At the
lower end of the valley. We're over a dozen elk feeding with calves and
two nice bulls jackpot. I thought I was too wrapped up and watching the
elk grazing in the valley to notice much else. It was such a nice
scene. It was tranquil and peaceful to me. And when Dave started poking
me again, this time much harder, I was irritated. I looked up
at him with what I'm sure was an angry expression that he ignored as he
gestured to the trees across from us. In the trees behind the two rocks,
he whispered. I looked over to where he was pointing, but I
didn't see anything. I was about to turn back to him and tell him
so when a movement caught my attention and black and standing next to a tree,
and it was looking at the elk just like we were. I stammered
out something like what the hell before Dave motioned for me to be quiet.
Not knowing what else to do, I shut my mouth and turned back around
and I watched that thing stand there for a minute, and then it moved
forward to the next tree and a little closer to the elk. It was
walking on two legs, just like a human. Another minute passed and it
slowly moved to the next tree and it crouched down. It didn't move out
of that position for several minutes, and then it stood up straight and turned
and walked back into the trees. I remembered the elk. Then the two
bulls had placed themselves between the cows and where the creature had been, the
wind had changed direction. It was blowing toward them. They must have caught
it scent. Dave tapped me on the show and motioned for us to leave,
and we walked back down to our packs without saying a word. He
picked up his pack and he said let's go. I grabbed mine and we
made our way down to the truck, still not speaking. Once we had
our pack stowed in the back of the truck, he turned to me and
asked for the keys. That was unusual, I generally did the driving,
but I didn't feel like something I should argue with him about, so I
handed them over to him, and in silence, we drove down the fire
lane road, and once we got to the main road, he pulled over
and sat there, and finally I asked what the hell was that He kept
looking straight ahead for a minute. I didn't think he was going to answer
me, but finally he said, it was bigfoot, and don't ever tell
anyone what we saw. The drive back to the base was as quiet as
the trip down the mountain, and I couldn't say what was going through Dave's
I don't really know what was going through my own mind. Startling thing to
see something walk out of a myth and into reality. It plays twister with
your brain cells. When we got to the NCO Club, he pulled into
the parking lot and I reached for the door, but he put his hand
on my arm and looked hard into my eyes, and in a slow,
cold voice that I barely recognized, he said, do not ever talk to
me or anyone else about what we saw out there. Do you understand if
word gets out, they'll think we're lying, and we don't need that.
Yes, we know what we saw and I'll never go there again. But
this has to be between us. But I tried to say, and he
cut me off. No, I don't want to talk about it, do
you hear me? I nodded, and we got out, and we went
inside and had a beer. After that night, Dave was never the same.
He was distant. Indeed, his demeanor had completely changed. True to
his word, he never went back into the mountains again, and a couple
of months later he deployed overseas and I never heard from him again. Someone
told me that he retired to the Virgin Islands. Heck, I was glad
for him. I still think about that day. I even went back there
four years later when I got back from my own deployment. I needed some
closure. I don't think I got it, but being there helped to seem
in the reality of the day. We actually saw a bigfoot. I know
we saw a bigfoot, a large, bipedal male bigfoot, and I will
never forget it. What a well put together story. This guy recounted his
story perfectly, and man, was his buddy serious. I don't know if
I could if I saw something like that. I just don't know if I
could keep that quiet, I think I would be telling everyone, of course,
some kind of a blabermouth. Anyway, Sometimes I think I annoy people
with I don't know. I just look at things in awe and wonder like
I did when I was a kid, And when I see something unusual,
I tell people about it, and I want them to share in the awe
and wonder that I have as an adult. I don't know, in this
culture, in this society, and maybe it has been forever, nobody likes
to listen to a blabermouth. So all that to say, I just I
don't know. I kind of understand why people won't tell anyone for fear of
being labeled a kook, you know, But I'm not sure I would care
if people thought I was a kook. I just don't think I would care.
I would just say I would just be real serious and adamant. And
I'm telling you, if I saw one and I told the story, my
story would never change. I mean, you just don't forget all that stuff.
You don't forget it when you see it. And there's probably details you
miss, but a lot of them you pick up, and a lot of
details people pick up are unusual details. I'm not going to go into a
long explanation of how I think about this, but it's the it's the uh
it is. It is a myth walking into reality when people see these things.
So this was a wonderfully wrote story. It is a very good story,
and it was about the fear and the weight that this man carries when
he saw something that was supposed to be a myth. And it's a story
that a lot of people carry. So thank you for the story. I
really appreciate it. All right, that's going to wind this one up.
Hey, I want to tell y'all before you leave. I have been uploading
archived stories that I did three or four years ago on the podcast. They're
all called Archive one, two, three four. And here's what's different about
them. I've kind of remastered the audio and there is no music. There
is no like in this podcast. You know, I give a little bit
of talk. I talk about it after I read the story, but I'm
not doing that in these podcasts. So the people who enjoy just not hearing
me run my mouth. But you like the stories and you like the way
I tell them, then you can listen to that on the podcast network Apple
podcasts Spotify, you can listen to it on Audible, and you can also
hear those on Rumble. It's a different way of presenting these stories, and
I've wanted to do it for a long time, but I'm not going to
do it on YouTube because I've already done the stories on YouTube. But these
are just remastered, no talking, no nothing, and they're usually under thirty
minutes, usually fifteen to twenty minutes long. Some of them are five minutes
long. But I've enjoyed doing it. I've got about forty of them up,
probably have fifty up by the end of this week, and more PI
cast coming. I've been working on a job and been away from podcasting,
but I'm slap out of work again, and I'm going to be put out
as many podcasts as I can until I pick up some more work. All
right, I hope you guys have a good week and we'll see on the
next one. Won't be too long, maybe a day or two. Love
you guys, see on the next one.