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Today, Hey everybody, this is Less Stride. Yes, yes, I
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I got to talk to Rob from Michigan and he's had gosh thirty years
worth of experiences with Sasquatch on the property that he used to own out there.
I'll let him tell you all about that, but there's some really interesting
close up encounters that we get into during his interview, So I think you're
really going to enjoy that. Through the magic of technology. While you're listening
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Say hello. I'd love to meet you guys. But enough of that.
I know you guys are here for the story, So I'm gonna stop talking.
You gotta sit back, relax and enjoy the show. All right,
folks, I want to welcome my guests to the show. It is Robbed
from Michigan. Welcome to the show, Rob, Thank you for having me
absolutely man, So let's get right into it. I know you're here to
share some experiences that happened over several decades. Really, so why don't you
just take us back to where you were, what you were doing, and
tell us what happened to you when you had your first experience. My first
experience at my property in southern Lower Mission was it was in the year nineteen
ninety. I was hunting. I'm the property which we just bought from my
in laws. We haven't put the house on the property yet. I was
hunting with my sister in law, Chris. I pulled all the way up
to the river, the Kalamazoo River that cuts the property in half. We
just got out loaded our shotguns for deer season, we would have to use
waiers across the river to get to the other side at the time, and
all of a sudden, we heard this huge guttural growl. And since we're
living in farm area, it wasn't deer, was not cows or anything like
that, and it just echoed right through us, and my sister in law
said, let's just take off for a while and see what happens. This
was in the fall of nineteen ninety. I had a sneaky suspicion there was
stuff running around the property. I was always a believer in big foot ever
since I was a little kid. And then my first bootle experience with a
big foot happened two years later. After we start clearing the back part of
the property, would put a bridge across the river so we could cross easily
cross back and forth to the back part of the property. I was mowing
down back. It would push lawnmar in this little section we called the Nevada
shape, like state of Nevada. It was not very big, and all
of a sudden I heard heavy breathing over the sound of the bush lawnmar.
I was in this little corner between my neighbor's property and the swamp. I
looked up and there was a juvenile big foot about six foot tall, mail
about six feet from me. I was dead to rights. I knew I
was. If it was aggressive, it had easy chance of killing me if
it wanted to. It just buried its teeth and pupped out its chest and
just walked back into the brush, into the neighbor's property, into the swamps.
I would not go heck down there for another two weeks before I got
the courage to the mow again. This juvenile mail. I turned jor to
give you an idea, there's more than one creature that comes through the property.
It's a whole family of up to twenty individuals. At one time he
became a regular. He always tried to show he was tough and mean and
so on, show him sticks or something. When I'm down back. The
next time I saw another juveniles a female on the neighbors fields right across the
property line in the far back. She was tiding by a tree, watching
me dear hunt during the fall of that year. She wasn't aggressive or anything.
She just shy. She just was watching. He not only had me
honey and a blind that you could see, the farmer that owned the land
to the east of my property were also hunting. They were moving around.
I think she was trying to look for an easy meal. I watched her
about five ten minutes. I wasn't scared or anything, and she melted back
into the chadews. But from ninety two to ninety eight I had a flurry
of activity, always down back past the river. Seems like they made a
conscientious decision. No one goes past the river. He has a side,
we have our side. If he clears out brush and makes it a nice
woodland, opportunities to hunt or gather food. So being I've seen maybe four
adults during that period of time, one male and three females, and they
all seemed like they traveled in a group. I've seen a couple of big
foots. I couldn't tell this the genders or anything, but they were traveling
in pairs. What really shocked me was during the summer time they came out
of the woodwork any time of the day. I was mowing down back when
looked like an older male big foot, probably about eight foot maybe eight and
a half foot. All he just wandered past this little we called these,
or we didn't clear his little swampy areas we called islands, and he just
walked right by, looked at me, just kept on going without doing anything.
I was moll with a push lawnmore so, he wasn't scared of the
movers. He wasn't doing anything. He was just crossing from one property to
another property. Is he had at lamp. He looked like his arthritic I
think he was the patriarch of the band at the time. I assumed he
was the father of Junior, because I never got to see him again.
The elderly male but junior. When he became old adult, he became I
think he became the head of the group, and his aggressiveness waned as he
gotten older. Easier just to be male. Just leave him be of nineteen
ninety eight too, probably two thousand and one, two thousand and two.
I've never seen any activity by seeing the book prints around the back part of
the property. Make a long story short, I found a juvenile hand print
and the softer near our little lake that I used to own, two thirds
of it in the neighbor own the third of it on our side. The
dirt has always been soft no matter what, you can see a footprint.
Plus there was a little tiny hand print in the middle of it. That
was the first and second prince I've seen by the lake. There's always been
prints, but this is the first time I found it, And then I
found a bunch of others on the other side in the lake where we owned.
There was no activity for that period of time, and then it picked
up again right after we started trimming up around this little area where we was
going to put another deer blind. While I was trimming around it before my
phone when I'll start building the deer blind. They were watching into the neighbor's
swamp to the north of us. I'm trying to orient the property in my
head, since I don't own it anymore. They were standing on little mounds.
You could see their heads peering over the brush. The brush was maybe
ten foot tall. The mounds were maybe about two to three feet tall.
They were just standing on watching. It was curious. Two thousand and ten,
maybe the ball of two thousand nine two ten. We had three gear
bonds on the property at the time. We just built this gear tower.
We called it. My phone in law wanted to use it, but arthritis
so on going up and down, so he gave it to me. And
right before deer season, probably around bowl season, I took my shot going
with me unloaded. I just wanted to make sure it felt comfortable going up
and down the ladder and just sit up there and watch. I was sitting
up there and I saw to the west of me another neighbor's property, big
foot maybe six foot seven foot tall, stand by a pine tree in this
brush. The leaves are starting to turn and everything, so it's you can't
miss a brown object standing near a pine tree. And it was just standing
there watching and I said, okay, he maybe watching me, No big
deal, not aggressive or sheets not aggressive. I just nored it. All
of a sudden, I see these two deer come out out the other neighbor's
property, crossing them through my property, right next to the deer tower,
and the little three spike buck kept looking behind him. I thought it was
maybe ah, not a buck that wasn't around. All of a sudden,
I see two shadows humming like shadows moving through the rush, and that spooked
deer drove him into the other neighbor's property where the first big foot was.
I watched them go in and I turned around. I didn't see the big
foot, but I heard commotion, and only last maybe ten seconds, I
knew what happened. Two big foots that were chasing the deer drove him into
the other one and probably took one or both. I couldn't find anyploy.
I wasn't going on the neighbor's pro during bow season since he bow hunting,
so I didn't want to bother him. That was the first time I ever
seen or even heard of big foots like that cooperatively. I've always heard maybe
they kill a deer or the famous incident up in the near Susea Maurie during
the winter of eighty or eighty one, where this hunter came across three mangled
deer by a oak tree, and there was big foot footprints by the tree
that spooked him and took off. That's what I read about. I tried
to put two and two together, said, maybe that's what they were doing
up there, and they're doing it down here. Vocalizations of them are unique.
I think I heard of them mimicking other animals. But there's a about
a mile from my house, the house I used to own. This guy
raised huskies and other dogs, and then they bread them and sold the puppies.
You can hear them banging and barking. After they stopped. You can
hear another dog bar same vocalization, but last quite right. I always assumed
that they were mimicking dogs. You don't hear whoops, so you don only
hear their yells and so on. And I think they're moved through the area.
Keep quiet, keep the tone down a little bit. Except for that
guttural gribe described back in nineteen ninety, I didn't see any big foots until
two ten. I was cutting wood during the summertime. Down there some trees
that were dying. Cut them down you use them to firewood. While I
was cutting down, the neighbor to the north of me had these huge oak
trees. When I was stopped, I was taking a break, and I
looked up and I saw what best described as a three year old walking around.
The limbs that were maybe a foot in diameter are bigger, just jumping
around and walking around like At first I thought I was seeing things. It
kept peering around the side, scared to me and watching me. At the
same time, I realized I had a very young juvie in the tree.
The way that these huge oaks were, they're clustered together. He had an
avenue to escape if he wanted to. I had thought to myself, if
he's around, or she's around, maybe I should leave because mom and dad
might not be too happy. But I didn't hear any crush. I didn't
hear any growls. I didn't hear anything, just a little juvie up in
the tree. And I decided, let's take a break for an hour,
let's see what happens. I went back to the house and came back no
sign of anything. So I kept cutting wood, and then from the period
of twenty twelve until probably two and twenty it was off and on sighting maybe
shadows. I tried to take a picture of him with my old cell phone
at the time, and I didn't get a clear picture of them. They're
always moving in the shadows and trying to s go around you, so they
wouldn't either not get seen or not bother me, one of the two.
If an animal sees you enough, i'll recognize you. If you don't bother
it, it doesn't bother you. But here's the funny thing, though,
I had a lot of juvies coming across the river down towards the house,
down towards the other side of the property where it's old barn was, and
they make the racket. They're throwing stuff, shaking brush. That bothered me
because this happened any time of the day. You have to watch yourself with
the juvies. As far as I'm concerned, the adults are not the ones
you worry about. It's the juvies. I've had them come as close to
the house along the fence line where you can see the glowing eyes, usually
about five foot to six and a half foot tall. I measured it where
I saw them out, and I also had a picture of a fifteen inch
by eight inch footprint up on the top of the drive. We call the
Platzaule because when they were building the road they dumped dirt in my property for
my bottom wall. The level off the top of the drive it was grassy
except for this one spot where during the wintertime, I got stuck and left
a nice dirt area. It was the left foot. It looked like it
stepped there and then jumped over the dirt driveway onto the grassy area. But
it's so funny is where that footprint was. It's wide open except for this
one pine tree behind it. Moscow rolled runs from in front of my property.
Not much traffic, maybe one or two cars. One of my fifty
walls kids who drive down to the house, she was a teenager at the
time, would want to see Grandma one nice She said there was a tall
man standing at the white pine trees on the other side of the property.
She and a younger niece of mine. They both insisted they saw a tall
man between the two three pine trees, and I said, okay, maybe
it's their imagination. I went over there for the day after they saw it.
There was a three or four footprints. It's bigger than the fifteen by
eight. I knew they weren't lying. I wasn't going to tell him they
saw a big foot. My mother in law doesn't believe in him. My
fond in law, who passed away six seven years ago, he knew they
were there, but he wouldn't speak of them. But he tried to make
fun of it, but he would mark or something, and then you could
see he got serious in its face. And I knew he knew. Last
year, right before I sold the property, I had a lot more juveniles
moving in to the swamps on the either side of the property. And you
could smell them. And there was no win and you could still smell them.
You could tell the difference between them and the dairy farms near my property.
It smelt like somebody had bad bo It was horrendous. Every time I
tried to split wood or something, that's when they came out of the woodwork.
During the daytime too, you can see the brush moving a little bit.
You could feel like you got eyes on you at all times, even
during the wintertime. I came home from work, I worked nights or even
mornings they had walmart. I would have to go down and get some extra
wood for the house for heating that day, and I was terrified going into
that barn where we kept the wooden tractors and everything else. One time I
saw footprints going in and out of that barn. I told myself, maybe
they're using it for shelter. But I just didn't like going into that barn
dead of night, no light. The only thing I had on me one
of those hunting hat lights that wouldn't give me enough light to scare off anything
that was about it. I never had any real serious confrontations with them.
We had a few weird incidences, like gutting brush. One day, a
stick comes flying back. It was launched not at us, but over our
heads. That was the only time they were any way aggressive. They never
threw rocks, they never did anything physical. Occasionally they atimidate by just being
there. I learned over the years that you just stay in your ground,
don't do anything, don't act aggressive, and they will just oh, this
game is not fun anymore, and let's go back to where we were.
So I want to go back a little bit and set the tone and paint
the picture for people about the property. When you're telling your story, there's
visualizing the area. So I like to paint the picture for what kind of
property this was, what was around you guys. The property was six point
eight acres. It sits on Moscow Road south of Horton. Neighbors all around
me, and my land is considered farmland even though it isn't. There's swamps
two properties down. There is a swamp regulated by a dam, and there's
also a DNR area swampy area where the second branch of the Kalamazoo River goes
through my property is a line and in a rectangular fashion, the main branch
of the Kalamazoo River splitz in in half. I had two little man made
channels branching off the Kalamazoo River both sides of the main branch. The second
little branch, or the second branch of the Kuntasey River, takes a little
slice out of the top part of the property where the Moscow Road is.
Stay tuned for more sasquat j otyssey right back after the east messages, I
have a kidney shaped lake, maybe a half an acre. I'm gonna keep
saying my former property. To make it more correct, my former property,
I owned two thirds of the lake. My neighbor to the south on the
third of it. There is farmland to the west of me, and then
behind there's farmlands, plenty of farmland, plenty of swamps, plenty of water.
It's just basically my property was basically a highway. I would say they
had a huge territory. I was told by Bigfoot researchers at southern Jackson County
northern Hillsdale County was one big Bigfoot territory. And there's swamps. The farm
to my west owned a little sliver land that's where the swamp is. There's
a man made channel that runs along the western side of the property. It
was a manimide channel for irrigation back in the twenties. And there's slopes swamp
land from the lake all the way up to the property line, and there's
like maybe three rushy areas on the western side. We never took out because
it's two swampy and we wanted the animals have a place to hide. That's
the best way I could describe it. The house set on eastern side of
the property, near the property line to another neighbor and the way the driveway
was. It snaked all the way up to the road from the house,
a little bit past the house, and there was two plateaus on the south
side of the second man made channel. Prostan house used to be a farm
land. Now we at that time we had fruit trees and blueberries and blackberries
alter that area wild and domestic, plus the three white pine trees. I
described it in one incident with my sister in law as kids, it's basically
triangle and then you got all these berries. I want to go back to
the physical description of the ones that you got to see during the couple of
incidents. You talked a little bit about how tall they were. You believe
they're most of them to be juvenile. Some of the adults that you got
to see over the years. Can you go into a more in depth sort
of physical description so me and the audience can get a picture of what you
were seeing. Did you get a good look at their face where they can
you talk about and the hair that kind of stuff, and just get the
physical layout of what you saw the different individuals. Their faces were very primitive
eight human, but like you see in Australian pistic scenes or whatever, that
kind. The adult males always has sagile press, not very big, but
big enough where it's noticeable. Females had rounded heads. They were fur covered,
hair covered except on the face. They had brown eyes. The fur
itself dependent on the individual junior. When I first saw him, he had
a reddish brown, but it became dark over time when I saw him as
he matured. And I forgot to mention one incident twenty nineteen where I saw
it basically prot the gemply from me running through the swamp, but all the
very young jewies ab scene. They were all black. There's fur was not
very long for the adults you know, are not yet elong, but long
enough where protect them from mosquitos. The females, you could tell there are
females. Of course I'm not going to get them that, but you can
tell they were males. When they got older, they started getting grayer.
It would start from the top of the head down as it was like a
gradual like the one I described the male that I saw. Also, they
would move through the property or through the area on a seasonal basis. They
never moved through the property during wintertime. They're always somewhere else. They're probably
foraging at other places where they know there's a bailability of food. The deer
population took a severe hit a few years ago because of the wasting disease and
so on, just devastated the deer populations. That's why I never saw hardly
any bigfoots during that time period. But when the deer population went up,
that's when they moved in. I think they had too many members because towards
the end before I sold the property, there was another group that I didn't
recognize. Like I said in twenty nineteen, there's a very young Julie running
through the swamp. It was clear because the brush was dying that year.
For some odd reason, they had a bad winner and the brush died off
and you could see right into the swamp. That's when I saw that great
foot Julie, and that really spooked me because it was too close or comfort.
I was cutting wood at the time on the fence line. I felt
like there was eyes. I mean, it wasn't the normal other ones I've
dealt with. I have a feeling that they were from the same group,
but they got too big, too many individuals in one area with these ones
never got to deal with me or seeing me, and I felt like I
was intimidated just by just standing there seeing this juvie. So I decided to
pack up my chainsaw and just get out of there expense i can, And
that was the last time I've seen any juvies that's small during the summer time,
and their activities is anytime they want. There's gonna be questions from the
audience. Obviously, anytime anybody has this kind of amount of activity on the
property, there's some questions that come up. So I'm going to get them
out of the way. For all the people that are listening, the first
question would be, you're having this interaction when you were mowing the grass and
this guy was standing, you said, six or eight feet away from you
while you were mowing the grass. I know this is subjective, and I
know you have no way of knowing this because obviously you can't read minds.
But looking back now, knowing what now, having that experience and all these
other experience, why do you think, hey, that it was exhibiting that
kind of behavior. Do you think it was just a curiosity. Do you
think it was an aggressive thing to let you know it was there? Have
you had thoughts on that and if so, what do you think that thing
was doing. My personal belief after all these years, was that I believe
it was trying to intimidate me. It did not like me being there.
At every opportunity to get it more aggressive and charge, it did not.
It could have hit me with its hand. Literally, my back was towards
a little tiny brush area and there was only one way in and one way
out of that area that we had it's time. I was definitely scared.
I was not going to go back there until I calmed down, and that
took two weeks. In hindsight, I should just, you know, show
that I'm part of this land, and whether or not you like me or
not, that's a whole different story. I wasn't going to start a tip
or tap with these things, even though I know, you know, they
could just a normy and just go on and marry a little way. One
of the other questions is about the prints that you were fine. Did it
cross your mind? Obviously, I think you said you did take at least
one photo of one of the prints. Do you have other photographs of the
evidence. Did you ever think about taking some boot castings to preserve the evidence,
How did you handle the footprints and the evidence that you did find.
The only footprint that I was clear enough for me to even have a picture
of was that one up on top of the drive. No one of them,
I could say, is the dirt whistle saft that you put a plaster
on it, it would destroy it. Yeah, there wouldn't meet any way
to preserve it. The other ones were on hard dirt along the fence line
even when it rains, and as hard as a brick around these trees.
The only time you could tell there was a print was during a rainstorm and
one of the big Foot's got fought in the rain. They would stop and
when the water would drain towards the like the gem swoop down towards the lower
areas, debris would form around the foot. You could tell it it's a
footprint, but you can't get a accurate picture of it, or if you
try to make a cast, it would destroy it because of the debris that
I came down during the rainstorm. What were you about to say is you
had at the house huge condator of a plaster of pairs I can make up
at any time. I kept that in my bedroom closet, so it never
got damp or anything, so I kept it dry as much as I can
until if I needed it. But for that footprint up on top, I
found it was muddy and then I've dried and then somehow I cracked and deteriorated.
So I do have a picture of that somewhere. The other thing that
I wanted to talk about was the mimicking. I found that very interesting.
The vocalizations are something that I've made no qualms about. It's one of the
most fascinating parts of this for me because we've heard weird things here on the
property and a ton of audio recordings out there. So I find it interesting
that you really weren't hearing some of the classic Ohio howls and other things that
people are hearing. But it was more about the mimicry. And I'll be
honest, I've said it to people in the past who have said they mimic
owls and things like that. My brain goes to Okham's razor. If it
sounds like an owl, it probably is an owl. But recently I was
talking to a gentleman who was on the show Johnny, who was here from
North Carolina, my home state. Johnny's episode was a couple of weeks ago,
and Johnny sent me some really interesting audio after I had him on the
show that he captured on one of his recorders he had left out in the
woods, and it was what sounds like a whoop kind of thing, like
a whoop, three or four of those in a row, and then you
hear what's obviously an owl, and then it sounds like it transitions to whatever
made the whoop in the beginning of the recording tries to mimic the owl sound
that was clearly an owl. For the first time ever me hearing something my
own ears, I perked up because it did not sound like an owl.
It literally sounded like whatever made the whoop heard the owl and then tried to
make the owl sound after me. Whoo whoo, whoop, whoop, whoo,
whoop, up who uck whoop whoop. Luck. You mentioned the dogs
and stuff with your neighbors. Did you hear any other mimicry going on,
like the mimicking birds or even possibly people, or was it just normally the
dog sounds that you guys were here, Well, just normals the dog that
I heard. We seldom ever had owls, and if we did have,
all you can tell that they were an owl. There was no mimicking on
that. It was always the dog. When they start barking and then they
stopping, you get the long one or two. You also got the tree
knock. Sometimes you can hear it, but it's not loud enough where it's
like sticks out like a sore thumb, and say you had a small branch
and you hit the tree. You know, while you're playing around in a
summertime, most of the people are on their properties, not on the offshoot
properties. Like the farmer or that had that swamp plant. It annoy it
to me. He used as a hunting arena, but there was just the
dogs and maybe occasional tree knock. I tried whooping to get their attention.
I did that during one summer. You never got a response of even though
I felt that they were an area, they're probably thinking what is he doing
here? And here's the other big question that obviously everybody's going to have.
And it's something honestly, that comes up on the show quite often when people
have prolonged encounters over we're talking almost three decades this went on for you and
this property is did it ever cross your mind to try to get a video
a photograph put up some trail camps. Is that something that you tried having
these kind of interactions that you would have something as far as photographic evidence or
videos. Talk a little bit about that. What was your approach to that,
How did you look at that as far as part of what you were
doing. Is that part of what you wanted to do is capture these things?
And if so, what did you try? What worked and what didn't
work? Oh? I tried game trail cameras. I had three of them
scattered and pras that I knew where the deer there's obvious game trails where we
clear it out and it's like nice grassy forest area. I had game cameras
up running for four years, never got a picture of them, only deer.
One time a friend of mine who's a big foot investigator, shown me
one of his better quality game cameras. I put it up in a deer
blind facing out to where I knew they were coming in and out of.
Didn't take any pictures, not even the deer. It's almost like like they
knew where they were at all times. I hit them even into the deeper
into the brush where there's a line of sight from the where it wasn't obscured
or the game tracker would be gone because of the brush moving. And I
still didn't get any. Like I said, I tried various vocal tree knocking
a free knocked back, but I doubt it was them because it was a
single knock. I not three or four times, and I got a single
one back. I didn't think it was a big foot at that time.
No, for the fact that another thing I used to do was when I
had my dog, Rebo. She was a mixed hit lab child mix,
and I would take her down back walk her around. There's certain areas where
she would stop. She would knock across that area. So I knew from
various reports that people or researchers use dogs. The dogs would not across a
known trail or whatever. They only showed themselves when they wanted to be seen,
except for the julies that's a whole different story. But the adults is
when want to be seen during the time when we were clearing the brush,
we're on the lake to put a cabin on their back. When I first
bought the property, they play hide and seek, pop up and then disappeared
there Only last for a few minutes and then they're gone. Like I said,
they know what's going on, and I think they know where the cameras
are where, whether they can see infrared or not, that's all I'm not
speculating on that. I believe they're intelligent. Animals are not what people are
saying, they're mystic animals or whatever. I just believe they are flesh and
blood animals that are highly intelligent and now they're getting wise to humans. Depends
on where they live. Southern Mower, Michigan. There's five highways to get
into the areas bigfood areas, and I've researched it and there are five natural
highways to get into this area into Southern Mower, Michigan. Because you have
the rolling hills and then you have these high these sort of little values are
natural funnels. You have large hills and then you have the swamp them.
It's hard to try to do something like a game trackers. If you put
them in the swamp, you don't know if you're going to get back to
them or not. What seasons brains is on. You're not going to get
back there for a month and a half, and the batteries be dead.
Like got damaged or whatever. And after you sold the property, you may
or may not know kept track of what was going on there or not.
Do you know if the activity there continued with the new owners, Have you
ever followed up with that or even people in the area having other experiences or
encounters. Stay tuned for more sasquat joyously. We'll be right back after these
messages. Most of the people that you know there are things out there.
They won't talk about it, but they don't want to be ridiculed or whatever.
But they consider these animals part of the nature. And even the farmers
they're willing to lose maybe ten percent of their corn crops that of losing a
cow or so. There's a tradeoff. And there's a lot of corn fields,
a lot of soy bean fields. There's two major dairy operations. They
might come in and snag grain. Why have the cow when you've got easy
pickings on the grain when you have huge mounds of it. The Sears farm,
for example, on Reynolds Road, about a couple of miles down from
about former property, they have huge mounds of grain. They feed their dairy
herd every day and it's easy pickings. They don't even have to hide.
They could just water it up and grab whatever they feel like eating and then
disappearing back into the woods. What you describe. There's tons of stuff around
there for them to eat, so I don't think eating and or having a
water source would be an issue at all. It's prime real estate for them.
The problem is it's some parts starting to build up now, so I
don't think they're being driven out. I think they're being more cautious in their
approach to humans. As long as humans are not taking a shotgun and trying
to shoot them, then they have no problem with humans. They exploit humans
in a way. Like I said about deer season, if you can't find
your deer that you're harvested it within fifteen minutes, you're probably never gonna find
it. I've seen big foots during the first day of deer season just gather
two or three or four gathering along my western side, not looking towards me,
but looking at the farmers because he always has ten or fifteen hunters,
and they shadow him along the brush. Just to exploit a deer that they
couldn't find. They grabbed him, run off as fast as they can without
making too much racket. I've seen one who was it. I stopped hunting
about fifteen two sixteen because I lost the urge of hunt after my bottle will
passed away. I was doing it for him more or less. And the
last time I went out there, I saw one big foot shadow a group
of three men far enough way where they couldn't see him. They shout of
deer, and I saw run towards him, towards the big foot. I
heard it drop and all I could hear from the hunters is where's the damn
deer? Where's the damn deer? And they couldn't find it. They found
the blood trail, and then it stopped, and then they couldn't find pick
it up again. So I think what they're doing is exploiting the humans.
If they're not going to make a show a force out of stealing a deer
in front of them, but if they can get an easy meal, they
would along. In Moscow Rogue, there's been many instances where I've seen a
deer that got hit. During the wintertime, right you could see about ten
or twelve carcasses. You see a few that were gone all of a sudden.
You can see see something pulled it over the embankment into the farmer's fields.
You can see the drag mark, so you don't see the footprints.
It's like they got on their knees and just reached knowing it was a fresh
kill. I didn't see it see them do it, but I've seen the
after matter. I stopped one time after I saw I knew there was this
big buck. That guy hit my phone long wanted me to stop after I
got back from work, try to ascertain if the meat was good. It
was a rogue hill. It's not like you're going to get in trouble.
And it was right after the day after pre season ended, summer third and
I went back to see if I can get it or get the handlers anyways,
and I saw it dragged up and over the berm into a field,
and that was the last I saw the drag marks. The snow was maybe
about an inch and a half, but in the fields where the wind picks
up and blows it blew the snow off. If it was kneeling or whatever,
you wouldn't see the tracks. So you know, there's no reason to
poach livestock. Yeah, definitely makes sense, man, Rob. I appreciate
you coming on and sharing your stories. Man, it's been fascinating stuff.
I never heard some of the things that you said, which is very interesting
to me. Having those kind of encounters that close up is rare. So
I appreciate you coming on and sharing your stories. Okay, same here,
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