Speaker 1: Okay, here's what I think is a Bigfoot story. The
Speaker 1: writer's name is Bibo b Ee b O b Bow.
Speaker 1: I've been running around the woods all my life, from
Speaker 1: creek beds to swamps to dirt roads and fields, and
Speaker 1: all that time I never experienced anything strange. That is
Speaker 1: until recently. Two weeks before hunting season ended this year,
Speaker 1: my son in law and I wanted to shoot some hogs.
Speaker 1: That morning, I put out some corn for the afternoon hunt.
Speaker 1: A little before dark thirty, we headed to the box
Speaker 1: stand and we jumped five deer eating out of the
Speaker 1: corn pile. When they scattered off, we got settled in
Speaker 1: and man, were those woods alive. Everything was talking, from
Speaker 1: crickets to frogs and raccoons and owls. We could hear
Speaker 1: the hogs coming from the left side of the swamp,
Speaker 1: walking through the water and mud. My son in law
Speaker 1: picked up his ar, looked through his thermal scope and
Speaker 1: said there were five pigs at the pile. I told
Speaker 1: him to hold on, let's wait for the big ones
Speaker 1: to come out. There was a loud yell coming from
Speaker 1: fifty yards down the swamp from us. It happened just instantly.
Speaker 1: Everything that was making noise in the woods went silent.
Speaker 1: It all just suddenly died out, like a light switch
Speaker 1: had been flicked off. What the hell is that, my
Speaker 1: son in law asked, looking like he was ready to
Speaker 1: get the hell out of there. Well, I don't know,
Speaker 1: I said, I never heard anything like that before. When
Speaker 1: we heard the coyotes start back up, we decided to
Speaker 1: wait it out for a little longer, and a few
Speaker 1: minutes later, all the other animals and insects in the
Speaker 1: woods came back to life, filling the air was sound again.
Speaker 1: It was the strangest sensation hearing all the noise sucked
Speaker 1: out of the forest like that, only to hear it
Speaker 1: return a little while later. It was like someone had
Speaker 1: their hands on the volume knob and turned it down
Speaker 1: and then turned it back up again. Two weeks later,
Speaker 1: I put a pig brig trap down below where we
Speaker 1: had been sitting that night, and I caught sixteen little
Speaker 1: pigs out of it, and then rebaited it and set
Speaker 1: it again. The next morning, I found two hundred and
Speaker 1: fifty pounders. It was cold and raining that day, and
Speaker 1: I didn't want to deal with them then, knowing it
Speaker 1: was going to be a sunny day, the next day,
Speaker 1: so I went on about my day and the next
Speaker 1: morning set out to get the hogs. But when I
Speaker 1: got there, the hogs were gone. I got out of
Speaker 1: my truck and walked closer, and I saw that on
Speaker 1: the back side of the trap two of the tea
Speaker 1: posts had been pushed almost all the way into the ground,
Speaker 1: without the smallest sign of blood. I looked around for
Speaker 1: signs of tracks, but I didn't find anything but pine straw.
Speaker 1: I refixed the trap and went on about my day,
Speaker 1: and the next morning, on the walk to my truck,
Speaker 1: I found five dead birds lying in a row on
Speaker 1: the ground. Even the cats wouldn't go near them, so
Speaker 1: I asked my son and daughter if they had seen them,
Speaker 1: but they said they hadn't, and I left them there
Speaker 1: and didn't go back down to that part of the
Speaker 1: woods for a month, except to occasionally check on the
Speaker 1: hog trap. A week ago, when it was hot down
Speaker 1: there in my neck of the woods, my daughter and
Speaker 1: I got on a dirt bike to look for hog signs.
Speaker 1: There was nothing around the farm, so we headed down
Speaker 1: to the swamp. The heat was getting to us, so
Speaker 1: we got off the bike and took a walk down
Speaker 1: to the creek and cooled off. We didn't see much
Speaker 1: other than deer and coon tracks along the way and
Speaker 1: in the cold water of the creek, we didn't see
Speaker 1: anything out of place. An alligator came back to check
Speaker 1: us out, and we saw two watermocks and sunning on
Speaker 1: an old log, but otherwise it was uneventful. Then we
Speaker 1: heard a wood knock. It was loud and distinct, and
Speaker 1: my daughter and I looked at each other. There was
Speaker 1: a lot of natural noises that you expect to hear
Speaker 1: in our neck of the woods, but that wasn't one
Speaker 1: of them. We got out of there and headed back home.
Speaker 1: A little rattle by the noise, but not enough to
Speaker 1: make me lose sleep. The missing pigs and that would
Speaker 1: not don't keep me from enjoying my land. But for
Speaker 1: a man who spent his entire life outdoors, it is
Speaker 1: unsettling to think of what could be out there that
Speaker 1: I never knew about. And then he signs offices. Keep
Speaker 1: up the good work. You're doing a good job. I'm
Speaker 1: a believer. I appreciate that that was a good story.
Speaker 1: It's a lot of anecdotal evidence, but it's good evidence,
Speaker 1: and it makes a dang good story. Awesome. Thanks for
Speaker 1: sending it. In September of two thousand and six, I
Speaker 1: was living in the small town of Gardnerville in western Nevada.
Speaker 1: One night, as I was driving to visit a friend
Speaker 1: in Reno, I kept seeing white streaks in the dark sky.
Speaker 1: I thought it must have been my imagination. After visiting
Speaker 1: with my friend for a few hours, I drove home
Speaker 1: and I had forgotten about it. When I was almost
Speaker 1: at my house, I saw the little white streaks again,
Speaker 1: and I became dizzy and disoriented. The feeling was so
Speaker 1: intense that I couldn't see, so I pulled over until
Speaker 1: the feeling subsided, and when I could see again clearly,
Speaker 1: I drove to my friend John's house, who lived nearby.
Speaker 1: He told me that earlier in the evening he had
Speaker 1: seen the white streaks in the sky, and when I
Speaker 1: told him I had seen them too, he grabbed our
Speaker 1: drinks and headed outside to see if they were still there.
Speaker 1: The sky was empty, but we heard something strange throughout
Speaker 1: the surrounding neighborhoods. Dogs were barking in a way I
Speaker 1: have never heard before. It wasn't overly loud or obnoxious.
Speaker 1: It was like they were talking to each other. One
Speaker 1: would bark a bit, and then the other dog from
Speaker 1: a couple of streets over would respond, and then another,
Speaker 1: as if they were having a conversation or they were
Speaker 1: exchangeing information. That's when I felt the air change around us.
Speaker 1: It became so still and quiet that even the dogs
Speaker 1: stopped talking to each other. I was a little freaked out,
Speaker 1: and I decided that it was a good time to go.
Speaker 1: And then a minute later I was back home and
Speaker 1: talking to my friend who was staying with me. I
Speaker 1: went over the weird events of the night, and we
Speaker 1: ended up outside again. And when I looked up at
Speaker 1: the sky, there they were. Sarah, there are the white streaks,
Speaker 1: I said. Just as the words came out of my mouth,
Speaker 1: a huge white bird flew over a light pole in
Speaker 1: the parking lot across the street, and it hovered for
Speaker 1: a moment above it. It turned its head and looked
Speaker 1: in our direction, and then it flew right at us.
Speaker 1: In a panic, we ran too the safety of the house,
Speaker 1: but just before we got inside, I turned to look
Speaker 1: at the bird again and saw the massive muscles on
Speaker 1: its wings as they moved up and down. It veered
Speaker 1: over to my neighbor's house and landed on his roof,
Speaker 1: and the tips of the massive wings stretched out by
Speaker 1: two or three feet over both sides. After a few
Speaker 1: seconds of silence, the bird seemed to notice us again,
Speaker 1: and it jumped off the roof and swooped low over
Speaker 1: the street toward us. But we were completely frozen in
Speaker 1: all and we couldn't run. When it was just a
Speaker 1: few feet from us, it cut quickly upward into the
Speaker 1: air to avoid running into a fence and some telephone cables.
Speaker 1: Its body swept right over us, just three feet over
Speaker 1: my head, and it landed on my neighbor's rooftop behind me.
Speaker 1: Its torso was at least ten feet long, and its
Speaker 1: breadth was two or three feet across. After it landed
Speaker 1: on the neighbor's rooftop, I got creeped out and ran
Speaker 1: into the house. As majestic as this thing was, the
Speaker 1: part of me was afraid of it and that it
Speaker 1: might try to pick me up in its mass of claws.
Speaker 1: The next morning, as soon as it was daylight, I
Speaker 1: ran over to my neighbor's house with a measuring tape.
Speaker 1: That bird's wingspan was twenty five feet wide, and I
Speaker 1: was grateful that my friend saw it too, Otherwise there
Speaker 1: was no way anyone would believe me. And then, to
Speaker 1: add to the strangeness, I learned that our neighbor whose
Speaker 1: house the bird landed on, died the night before. Some
Speaker 1: time later, I was watching the History Channel when one
Speaker 1: of the guests mentioned something about thunderbirds. I got on
Speaker 1: the Internet as fast as I could, and after looking
Speaker 1: at numerous images of the legendary creature, I'm certain that
Speaker 1: is what I saw that night. And I'm certain those
Speaker 1: were the white streaks my friend and I had seen
Speaker 1: moving through the sky. Maybe they were the cause of
Speaker 1: my disorientation that night and the feeling of strange in
Speaker 1: the air and the unusual way the dogs were acting.
Speaker 1: Despite my neighbor's tragic death, and knowing that that thunderbird
Speaker 1: could have easily flown off with me and its claws,
Speaker 1: I have always felt blessed to have witnessed one with
Speaker 1: my own eyes. Oh man, that was great. We don't
Speaker 1: get too many thunderbird stories I've been I've done a
Speaker 1: half a dozen through the years, but they're always really cool.
Speaker 1: I really appreciate this email. Thank you to the writer.
Speaker 1: I was looking back to see it's a woman She
Speaker 1: didn't say to use her name, so I won't, but
Speaker 1: if she hears it, she'll know that she sent the
Speaker 1: stories really good. It's really good story. Thank you. My
Speaker 1: name is Angie. My husband Keith, is from South Dakota,
Speaker 1: but we met and lived in my home state of Wisconsin.
Speaker 1: We're pretty basic normies as far as people go, and
Speaker 1: we don't lead exciting and adventurous lives, but we're both
Speaker 1: content and pleased with the life that we share together.
Speaker 1: One thing that we always wanted to try was stealth camping.
Speaker 1: As it implies, it's a type of sneaky camping where
Speaker 1: you'd try to be near or amongst people without them
Speaker 1: being aware that you're there. We decided to have our
Speaker 1: inaugural stealth camping adventure in Rapid City, near Keith's mother
Speaker 1: and stepdad, who we would be visiting. We planned out
Speaker 1: all the pertinent details, and after a nice time with
Speaker 1: Keith's family, we set off to start our camping trip.
Speaker 1: The place we chose to camp was on public property,
Speaker 1: close to a street with houses in the Theodore Roosevelt Expressway.
Speaker 1: When it was still daylight, we parked our car in
Speaker 1: a nearby lot and we donned a blade's orange vests
Speaker 1: that said tree Services across the back. We put on
Speaker 1: matching white hard hats and walked around the area, surveying
Speaker 1: where we thought would be a good spot where we
Speaker 1: could blend in and not be seen, yet also not
Speaker 1: be too deep in the wooded area. I noticed people
Speaker 1: milling around in the distance, but no one seemed to
Speaker 1: be paying any attention to us, which was perfect as
Speaker 1: far as we were concerned. With the daylight finally fading,
Speaker 1: we returned to our car and retrieved our camping supplies
Speaker 1: from the trunk and went to the spot we'd picked out.
Speaker 1: We didn't think we did much for a short night
Speaker 1: in the woods, so it was just the basics. Keith
Speaker 1: tied off a small olive green tart between two trees
Speaker 1: so we would not be spotted from the nearby houses.
Speaker 1: It wasn't necessary to have any such visual protection from
Speaker 1: the expressway, since we thought we were deep enough in
Speaker 1: the woods not to be seen by passing vehicles. Behind
Speaker 1: the tarp, we laid out our bedroll on the ground
Speaker 1: and our wool blanket on top of that. We didn't
Speaker 1: bring any food, but we did have a large jug
Speaker 1: of water and a couple of led flashlights. When it
Speaker 1: got dark, we laid on top of the bedroll and
Speaker 1: unfolded the blanket and got under it. It felt to
Speaker 1: me like one of our date nights, the two of
Speaker 1: us together, just talking and holding each other tight, breathing
Speaker 1: in the cool night air, with nature all around us.
Speaker 1: I remember being very relaxed and comfortable with my husband
Speaker 1: at my side, and I eventually fell asleep. I woke
Speaker 1: to Keith firmly shaking me awake. When I asked him
Speaker 1: what was going on, he said something had thrown a
Speaker 1: handful of loose dirt at us. I felt the top
Speaker 1: of the blanket and sure enough it was covered with dirt,
Speaker 1: and I put my fingers in my hair and felt
Speaker 1: it there too. We turned on our flashlights and looked
Speaker 1: at the blanket, and we saw the dirt covering us,
Speaker 1: And just as we were trying to figure out what
Speaker 1: the hell was happening, another shower of dirt was halted
Speaker 1: us from out of the darkness. We were pelted once again,
Speaker 1: with it sprang our faces, the blanket and the tart
Speaker 1: behind us. We pointed our flashlights in the area of
Speaker 1: the dirt came from, and then we saw something that
Speaker 1: changed both of our lives and got us on the
Speaker 1: cryptid subject. It was a brown fur covered female sasquatch
Speaker 1: trying to hide behind a tree that was much too
Speaker 1: small to hide her body. Keith and I were at
Speaker 1: a complete loss for words and just sat there, gobsmacked.
Speaker 1: And when the flashlight beams were on her, she led
Speaker 1: out a low woofing noise and began to sway a
Speaker 1: little from one side to the other as she showed
Speaker 1: us her teeth, And she screamed at us and turned
Speaker 1: around and ran faster than any human I've ever seen,
Speaker 1: deeper into the woods, and she disappeared from sight. Her
Speaker 1: face was flat and white, like a mix between a
Speaker 1: human and a gorilla, but without any fur on her cheeks.
Speaker 1: She had a prominent brow ridge similar to that of
Speaker 1: the Neanderthal, and her teeth weren't as dirty as you
Speaker 1: would expect. She had large breasts, and her arms and
Speaker 1: hands went down below her knees. She was muscular. Keith
Speaker 1: said she was six and a half feet tall, and
Speaker 1: there wasn't a man alive in the NFL capable of
Speaker 1: tackling this person. After she left, it wasn't too awful
Speaker 1: long until sunrise, and we packed up what few items
Speaker 1: we had and we got in the car and we
Speaker 1: drove home. We were not frightened by what we saw
Speaker 1: because we fully realized that we humans share this world
Speaker 1: with things both explained and unexplained. Since that experience, Keith
Speaker 1: and I have stealth camped three more times and we
Speaker 1: continued to do so. Thanks a bunch, Angie and Keith.
Speaker 1: Oh what a cool story. Just a total full sighting,
Speaker 1: no violence, no anything changed their lives and they still
Speaker 1: stealth camp. They're brave. They're brave, braver than I would be.
Speaker 1: What an awesome story. Thanks for sending this, Angie, is
Speaker 1: a great story. Thank you for listening all the way
Speaker 1: to the end of this podcast. I really appreciate that.
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