Speaker 1: When I was fourteen, I had my first face to
Speaker 1: face encounter with a big foot. A good buddy of
Speaker 1: mine was staying over at my house, and like dumb
Speaker 1: teenagers we were, we decided to sneak out of the
Speaker 1: house around three in the morning to walk two miles
Speaker 1: down to the truck stop for some waffles. On our
Speaker 1: way back, I wanted to show my friend the place
Speaker 1: my cousin and I had seen a bigfoot while driving earlier.
Speaker 1: I figured that we wouldn't see anything, since they're supposed
Speaker 1: to be so rare and elusive. All I was trying
Speaker 1: to do was use that story in location to scare
Speaker 1: my buddy. But as soon as we got about forty
Speaker 1: yards into this field, we noticed a deer was acting funny.
Speaker 1: We could see that it was hunkered down but still
Speaker 1: on its legs, and as soon as we noticed it,
Speaker 1: the deer sprang up and bolted away. No sooner than
Speaker 1: seeing that deer run, was taken to the edge of
Speaker 1: the trees, where we saw something else pop up on
Speaker 1: two legs and seemingly turned towards us. When we saw
Speaker 1: that bigfoot turn towards us, we both asked each other
Speaker 1: for confirmation, and as we were doing that, the thing
Speaker 1: stomped off into the woods and made a powerful hissing
Speaker 1: sound similar to the sound of an air hose on
Speaker 1: a truck, but it was much louder than that. After that,
Speaker 1: the two of us turned around and left, well, at
Speaker 1: least we did for a bit. Our curiosity got the
Speaker 1: better of us, or our own stupidity did, but we
Speaker 1: walked right back into the field, and we hurried right
Speaker 1: back out as that angry bigfoot stomped his way towards
Speaker 1: us in the woodline. We repeated this a couple of times,
Speaker 1: and on the final time we heard nothing, so we
Speaker 1: went in further and we stood there for a bit.
Speaker 1: At this point, I think we just wanted confirmation that
Speaker 1: we saw something down there, so, out of desperation for
Speaker 1: that confirmation that we decided to try and make that
Speaker 1: thing prove it was really there by chunking a rock
Speaker 1: into the trees. My buddy threw the rock as hard
Speaker 1: as he could, and he hit a tree not seven
Speaker 1: yards from us, And as soon as that rock collided
Speaker 1: with the tree, a bigfoot stepped out where we could
Speaker 1: get a good look at it and let out a deep,
Speaker 1: raspy exhale. I didn't get a good look at its face,
Speaker 1: I don't think, since I only get brief and indistinct
Speaker 1: flashes of it in my memory. But from the chest
Speaker 1: down I got a really good look. It was a
Speaker 1: male bigfoot with reddish hair about the color of the dirt.
Speaker 1: Its forearms were thick as my thigh, and its hands
Speaker 1: were as white as my chest. Right after we saw
Speaker 1: it good, my buddy turned to me and asked, can
Speaker 1: we run now? I told him no, because I was
Speaker 1: taught my whole life to never turn your back or run,
Speaker 1: since that just triggers the chase response in most predatory animals.
Speaker 1: So we got low and backed out, trying to seem
Speaker 1: non threatening while keeping this thing in view. I'm not
Speaker 1: sure why, but once we got back to the house,
Speaker 1: it was like nothing had happened. The two of us
Speaker 1: never spoke of that again, and that was back in
Speaker 1: the late summer of two thousand and eleven. It took
Speaker 1: me about a week or two. Then I was right
Speaker 1: back in the woods now looking for bigfoot. That encounter
Speaker 1: led me down a path I'm so happy to be on.
Speaker 1: I told my story to a bigfoot group in Virginia
Speaker 1: and ended up a member. To this day, I still
Speaker 1: go looking for sign of Bigfoot. I hope one day
Speaker 1: we all get some sort of validation for what we've
Speaker 1: seen in the form of the public at large, excepting
Speaker 1: that these things are out here. Our house is on
Speaker 1: the edge of a semi rural area known as Orchard Mesa.
Speaker 1: On its western side, it extends into canyons into the
Speaker 1: Colorado National Monument, which is similar to a small Grand Canyon.
Speaker 1: These canyons extend south into the LaSalle Mountain Range by
Speaker 1: the border of Arizona, New Mexico, and Utah. On the
Speaker 1: eastern side, there are fields, farms, vineyards, pastures, and small
Speaker 1: hills which all connect to the bottom of the Grand Mesa,
Speaker 1: a ten thousand foot high mountain range, the largest mesa
Speaker 1: platform in the country, having alpine fields and hundreds of lakes.
Speaker 1: The Colorado River threads through the Orchard Mesa, coming from
Speaker 1: the same direction of the Grand Mesa. The river in
Speaker 1: this section is heavily wooded on both sides, with a
Speaker 1: wide variety of wildlife. The lakes and the streams have
Speaker 1: healthy fish populations as well. Mountain goats and lions are
Speaker 1: also in the area. Our house is on a half
Speaker 1: acre of land and is in closed with a high
Speaker 1: wooden fence. In the back section of the yard, there
Speaker 1: is a sectioned off old garden. Our neighbors only have
Speaker 1: a wire fence that our dogs would get through, so
Speaker 1: we kept it blocked off. There's a bigger, older shed
Speaker 1: the size of a garage, closer to the house. It
Speaker 1: is connected to a smaller metal shed by a wooden gate.
Speaker 1: This eight foot high shed has nothing next to it
Speaker 1: on all sides. These sheds block off the section with
Speaker 1: the old garden, and no one has been back there
Speaker 1: in two years. Monday night, December second, twenty nineteen, one
Speaker 1: of my dogs went running out of the door barking.
Speaker 1: The other dog followed. They were barking like when people
Speaker 1: are walking behind the house by the canal and the
Speaker 1: small road there, but the barking was frantic and was
Speaker 1: focused on one area. I jumped out of bed, worried
Speaker 1: the dogs would be bitten by a rabid coon, and
Speaker 1: grabbed a flashlight, which I keep in a cupboard close by.
Speaker 1: I got to the door and down the three short
Speaker 1: cement stairs while shining the flashlight towards the dogs. They
Speaker 1: were all barking at the bottom right side of the
Speaker 1: small shed where it is attached to a fence with
Speaker 1: the sectioned off garden area. Something was behind the shd
Speaker 1: and I called for the dogs. They immediately turned and
Speaker 1: ran towards me. I'm grateful that I didn't have to
Speaker 1: drag them back to the house. I know it couldn't
Speaker 1: have been a bear, since they were starting to hibernate
Speaker 1: in mid November, and if it was a bear, it
Speaker 1: would most likely have run off or roared at them.
Speaker 1: A big cat would have run off too, and if
Speaker 1: it were the loose pit bulls that we've heard or
Speaker 1: jumping fences and getting cats, it would have fought back.
Speaker 1: The dogs ran up to me and I opened the
Speaker 1: door to hustle them in. I kept shining the light
Speaker 1: towards the area. This flashlight is so strong it literally
Speaker 1: lights up the entire backyard. It's fifteen hundred lumens and
Speaker 1: it is light like daylight when you shine it, so
Speaker 1: you don't have to swing it around. You only need
Speaker 1: to hold it in one area, and the entire area,
Speaker 1: for many feet on all sides, is lit up like daylight.
Speaker 1: I stepped over a little closer in the direction of
Speaker 1: the small shed, being cautious not to go all the
Speaker 1: way over to where they were barking at something. I
Speaker 1: saw someone moving behind the shed towards the back on
Speaker 1: the left, which was my neighbor's wire fence. I thought, crap,
Speaker 1: someone is back there. Who is it now? Why could
Speaker 1: I see them moving behind the shed so high up
Speaker 1: there was nothing to stand on. Did my crazy neighbors
Speaker 1: build a platform back there that they're standing on? There
Speaker 1: are people who break into houses in this area. It
Speaker 1: looked like they had a tannish looking coat on and
Speaker 1: they were sort of hunched over. What were they doing?
Speaker 1: This person was moving really slow, like they were shuffling
Speaker 1: while looking down at the ground. I wondered why they
Speaker 1: were not reacting to the light. This all happened in
Speaker 1: a matter of seconds, and now they were moving from
Speaker 1: the left corner towards the right corner of the shed.
Speaker 1: I stepped back towards the door and into the house
Speaker 1: as fast as I could, and I was thinking frantically,
Speaker 1: should I wake John? What do I do? Oh? My god,
Speaker 1: I don't know what to do. He won't believe me.
Speaker 1: I mean, he knows these things exist, but he won't
Speaker 1: believe me that it's here. In our yard. It's just
Speaker 1: too much of a coincidence. The next day I went
Speaker 1: out to take pictures behind the shed. There are parts
Speaker 1: on the grass that resemble giant footprints, but too much
Speaker 1: grass to be certain. It was evident that something was
Speaker 1: walking around out there, but it couldn't have been a
Speaker 1: bear or a raccoon. As for the bigfoot, the night before,
Speaker 1: it was behind the eight foot high shed and its
Speaker 1: head was at least a foot above it. I took
Speaker 1: some more pictures to show measurements of the shed and
Speaker 1: the footprint type marks, as well as the tamp down
Speaker 1: areas of grass, but they really don't show much at all.
Speaker 1: And then she writes, I don't care anymore if my
Speaker 1: full name is used. I'm just really disturbed about the
Speaker 1: timing of this encounter. Scott Carpenter is right. I think
Speaker 1: I'm now thinking these things can track us like bloodhounds.
Speaker 1: It's too much of a coincidence. In the fall of
Speaker 1: twenty eighteen, while teasing my wife about the size of
Speaker 1: my shoes, I said something about bigfoot to get her laughing.
Speaker 1: I had never mentioned bigfoot before, and I was just
Speaker 1: joking around when I blurted out bigfoot in relation to
Speaker 1: my shoe size. The comment got my wife to laughing,
Speaker 1: which was the whole point of the conversation. The very
Speaker 1: next day, an article popped up onto my phone about
Speaker 1: some dude having an encounter with Bigfoot. Was my phone
Speaker 1: listening in on my conversation at home the previous evening.
Speaker 1: I had never done a search on my phone or
Speaker 1: anywhere else for subjects related to Bigfoot. Twilight Zone music
Speaker 1: began playing in my head. I clicked on the bigfoot article,
Speaker 1: and I became totally intrigued with what I learned. The
Speaker 1: subject of Bigfoot had me hooked, and I spent many
Speaker 1: hours over the next two months researching and gathering as
Speaker 1: much knowledge as I could about this fascinating creature. There
Speaker 1: came a point in my study where I concluded that
Speaker 1: one Bigfoot does exist, and two I hope I never
Speaker 1: meet a Bigfoot close up and personal. I was born
Speaker 1: in Gardena, California, in nineteen fifty two, and I lived
Speaker 1: pretty much in southern California until nineteen sixty eight, when
Speaker 1: my mom and dad moved the family to Arizona. Mom
Speaker 1: was born and raised in Arizona and Dad was just
Speaker 1: ready for a change, ready to move out of the
Speaker 1: hustle and bustle of metropolitan Los Angeles into a more
Speaker 1: laid back lifestyle. We moved to Prescott and a year
Speaker 1: later ended up in the Phoenix area. My mom's brother
Speaker 1: lived in Arizona his whole life, and by the time
Speaker 1: our family arrived from California, he was having good success
Speaker 1: in residential construction. He enjoyed getting away from the crowds,
Speaker 1: and he built a cabin in a remote area called
Speaker 1: Bonita Creek. The cabin is nestled in tall pine trees,
Speaker 1: scrub pine, and manzanita just a short hike from Bonita Creek.
Speaker 1: Artesian spring water gushes from the base of the Mogulon
Speaker 1: Rim feeding Bonita Creek, and it flows year round with fresh,
Speaker 1: clean water. The banks of the creek are lined with
Speaker 1: tall grass, pine trees, flowers, sticker bushes, and wild berries.
Speaker 1: It's beautiful and it's peaceful and it's quiet. Arizona, north
Speaker 1: of Payson is thick with wildlife. On one drive to
Speaker 1: the cabin, I had to stop for an entire herd
Speaker 1: of elk crossing the road. That was a surprise for
Speaker 1: a city guy. Elk, deer, bird, squirrel, cattle, wild horses
Speaker 1: and even bald eagles are things I've seen on the
Speaker 1: trek to the cabin. Little did I know there's an
Speaker 1: even larger animal out there in the forests of Arizona.
Speaker 1: It is a massive primate predator. It's Bigfoot. My first
Speaker 1: encounter with Bigfoot happened on a weekend camp out in
Speaker 1: the high country of Arizona. I was with friends near
Speaker 1: the mogulon Rim. I hope I'm pronouncing that right. If
Speaker 1: I'm not, just forgive me. We picked out a spot,
Speaker 1: not a designated camping area, and circle the wagon, so
Speaker 1: to speak. We had campers, trucks, tent, starps, ice chests,
Speaker 1: and plenty of grub to cook over an open fire,
Speaker 1: and we built a huge one that first evening, as
Speaker 1: the sun was slipping behind the mountains in the west,
Speaker 1: one guy enjoying the sunset with me, decided to call
Speaker 1: out for Bigfoot. Seriously, I had never heard of such
Speaker 1: a thing. He cupped his hands to his face and
Speaker 1: he let out the loudest, longest whoop that he could.
Speaker 1: I was thinking to myself, oh my, surely this will
Speaker 1: yield nothing. Is bigfoot even real. Nonetheless, the guy let
Speaker 1: out one or two more whoops. The valley before us
Speaker 1: and the mountains in the distance remained quiet. He got
Speaker 1: no response. I didn't really think there would be a response.
Speaker 1: After dark, we sat around in portable camp chairs, enjoying
Speaker 1: a crisp mountain temperature and a star sparkled sky. Partway
Speaker 1: through the evening, two of the gals suddenly reported seeing
Speaker 1: eyeshine at the west edge of the camp site, between
Speaker 1: a vehicle and the tree that it was park next to.
Speaker 1: They said the eye shine was a neutral color, like silver,
Speaker 1: and close enough to the ground that it could have
Speaker 1: been a coyote or a deer or something similar. Light
Speaker 1: from our campfire must have been enough to get a reflection.
Speaker 1: Since the gall seemed concerned about what they had seen,
Speaker 1: we kept a vigil for a while, but there was
Speaker 1: no investigation. After all, we were in the forest and
Speaker 1: one would expect to encounter some wildlife. A while later,
Speaker 1: there was a loud, blood curdling scream maybe two hundred
Speaker 1: yards off to the woods to the northwest, something that
Speaker 1: sounded like a woman under attack that got my attention.
Speaker 1: I really wasn't sure what to make of it, and
Speaker 1: I waited to see if the scream would happen again.
Speaker 1: No one went into the dark to investigate, and the
Speaker 1: scream was not repeated. The evening wound to a close
Speaker 1: around midnight, and everyone turned in. After drifting off to sleep,
Speaker 1: there was a disturbance at our capsite that woke up
Speaker 1: some of the lady campers, but I slept through it.
Speaker 1: The ladies weren't sure what it was that caused them
Speaker 1: to wake up. The next morning, I got up with
Speaker 1: the sunrise and walked to the edge of the overlook,
Speaker 1: just soaking in the view and inhaling the fresh pine
Speaker 1: scented air. As I turned a walk back to camp,
Speaker 1: I noticed a structure near the edge of the overlook.
Speaker 1: It was rather primitive in appearance, an uprooted pine tree
Speaker 1: leaning at an angle, with one end resting in the
Speaker 1: fork of a second tree. Along both sides of the
Speaker 1: pine angling to the ground, there were broken off branches
Speaker 1: leaning against the trunk. It was sort of a crude,
Speaker 1: lean to shelter with an interior that would be shielded
Speaker 1: from the elements, especially if the exterior was covered with snow.
Speaker 1: As I considered the structure, I thought maybe some boy
Speaker 1: scouts had built this thing, but it was odd that
Speaker 1: they had not used the saw to cut the branches.
Speaker 1: Everything was just busted off and add it on. It
Speaker 1: looked as though it had been there quite a while.
Speaker 1: After contemplating its construction, I headed back to the camp,
Speaker 1: having no idea of this type of structure was sometimes
Speaker 1: seen in Bigfoot habitat. I didn't even know Bigfoot existed.
Speaker 1: The fuzzy clips from the Patterson film were intriguing, but
Speaker 1: I wasn't sure if Bigfoot was the real deal or not.
Speaker 1: All this happened about twelve years ago. It wasn't until
Speaker 1: studying Bigfoot in the fall of twenty eighteen that I
Speaker 1: realized Bigfoot was perhaps responsible for some of what I
Speaker 1: had experienced on that camp out. My second encounter with
Speaker 1: Bigfoot happened on a forest road not far from the
Speaker 1: cabin at Bernita Creek. It was a quiet Saturday afternoon
Speaker 1: in the fall of twenty fourteen. The sun was slipping
Speaker 1: down in the west and there was no one around,
Speaker 1: no neighbors, no one. The cabins close by were vacant
Speaker 1: and it was just three of us, my friend, her daughter,
Speaker 1: and me. It was very quiet and peaceful. We were
Speaker 1: meandering towards the driveway leading to our cabin. The gals
Speaker 1: were selectively collecting rocks to use back home for decorating
Speaker 1: the edge of planters, walkways, etc. While engaged in this process,
Speaker 1: suddenly a rock flew in from somewhere behind us and
Speaker 1: bounced to a stop at the feet of the ladies.
Speaker 1: It wasn't very large, maybe smaller than the size of
Speaker 1: a baseball, and it didn't really hurt anyone. It just
Speaker 1: flew in and landed near their feet. We stopped immediately
Speaker 1: and turned around, looking to see who might have thrown
Speaker 1: this rock at us, but there was no one out there.
Speaker 1: The whole area was dead quiet, no neighbors, no one.
Speaker 1: It was just us at that point. There was nothing
Speaker 1: that we could do. There wasn't even anyone out there
Speaker 1: to yell at, but somehow a rock had just been thrown.
Speaker 1: After looking around a while and seeing nothing, we turned
Speaker 1: and continued the short distance to the cabin to settle
Speaker 1: in for the night. For whatever reason, I never felt
Speaker 1: comfortable about leaving the security screen and front door unlocked
Speaker 1: when staying overnight at this cabin, Although my mind's normal
Speaker 1: reasoning said there was nothing to fear, no danger, no
Speaker 1: undesirables anywhere close to this remote location of Arizona, I
Speaker 1: still felt uneasy about omitting precautions. I never left any
Speaker 1: of the windows open at night. I never felt comfortable
Speaker 1: about leaving the blinds open either, even though one of
Speaker 1: the windows on the south side was about eight feet
Speaker 1: off the ground at the bottom, that window in its
Speaker 1: blinds could have been left open with no apparent danger,
Speaker 1: but I closed them anyway. I know that sounds paranoid,
Speaker 1: but for whatever reason, I felt uncomfortable until daylight in
Speaker 1: the morning. Then I would open the doors, the blinds,
Speaker 1: and push the windows open. Looking back at that overkilled
Speaker 1: precaution and knowing what other people have experienced with bigfoot,
Speaker 1: I'm glad I did lock those security screens and doors.
Speaker 1: I've learned that bigfoot will grab and turn a doorknob,
Speaker 1: and sometimes they peer through screens and windows. Maybe my
Speaker 1: precautions weren't unfounded. After all, bigfoot have also been known
Speaker 1: to throw rocks, sticks, pine cones, and other objects. Thinking
Speaker 1: about that rock that was hurled at us, was that
Speaker 1: thrown by a bigfoot? Maybe there wasn't anything else out there.
Speaker 1: Perhaps this bigfoot was curious and just wanted to see
Speaker 1: what we would do, or maybe it wanted to let
Speaker 1: us know that it was there, or perhaps it was
Speaker 1: just messing with us for fun. Whatever the case, I
Speaker 1: believe that rock was most likely thrown by a bigfoot
Speaker 1: because of my next encounter. In June of two twenty
Speaker 1: and sixteen, I married a lovely woman. My bride is
Speaker 1: full of life and a great lover of the outdoors, hiking, biking, spring, wildflowers, fall,
Speaker 1: colors changing, and the wild blackberries growing along Bonita Creek.
Speaker 1: We decided to slip away for a weekend at the
Speaker 1: cabin for some time alone, well almost alone, we did
Speaker 1: have our two dogs with us. We arrived at the
Speaker 1: cabin on Saturday afternoon. We dumped our stuff inside the
Speaker 1: front door and headed down to the creek. It was
Speaker 1: beautiful and serene, as always, We hiked a loop that
Speaker 1: ended up back at the cabin for a barbecue dinner
Speaker 1: on the deck. The table was set for two overlooking
Speaker 1: the forest with a gentle sound of Bonita Creek in
Speaker 1: the distance. It was perfect. The next morning, my wife
Speaker 1: was up and heading out with the dogs before I
Speaker 1: could get my shoes on. She and the boys reached
Speaker 1: the creek way ahead of me and turned east to
Speaker 1: hike up stream. By the time I arrived, they had
Speaker 1: disappeared into the thick trees, the brush, and the tall grass.
Speaker 1: While hiking in their direction, I noticed an area across
Speaker 1: the creek where the tall grass had been pushed down
Speaker 1: somewhat like a nest. The depression was a circular and
Speaker 1: maybe fifteen foot in diameter. It was perplexing. I wondered
Speaker 1: what had made that flattened pattern, but I kept on moving.
Speaker 1: A side note here, my logical mind is saying there's
Speaker 1: no danger, and my wife is okay taking off with
Speaker 1: the dogs on her own without me, but I still
Speaker 1: felt uneasy. After about fifteen minutes, I caught up with them,
Speaker 1: and as all the natural beauty was just too much
Speaker 1: to rush past, and my wife had stopped to pick blackberries.
Speaker 1: By noon, we were headed back down the creek towards
Speaker 1: the cabin. We emerged from a somewhat densely forested area
Speaker 1: into a more open, grassy location spread out on both
Speaker 1: sides of the creek. It was lovely, but what was
Speaker 1: that nasty odor? It smells something like a skunk, but
Speaker 1: not quite like a skunk. I surveyed the grassy area,
Speaker 1: thinking maybe I would see a skunk or something out there,
Speaker 1: but I couldn't see anything. The grass was too tall.
Speaker 1: There was just that smell that had suddenly arrived. I
Speaker 1: asked my wife, do you smell that? What is that?
Speaker 1: She shrugged her shoulders and headed on towards the cabin.
Speaker 1: I decided I'd better move on before I met whatever
Speaker 1: this was that smells so badly. I paused in the
Speaker 1: grassy area and turned to take a picture of that
Speaker 1: beautiful part of the creek we had just walked through.
Speaker 1: It was twelve forty seven pm on Sunday, September the
Speaker 1: twenty fourth, twenty and seventeen. I looked at the photo
Speaker 1: on the screen and it looked a bit washed out.
Speaker 1: There was too much light. I changed the camera setting
Speaker 1: while standing in the same spot, and I took a
Speaker 1: second picture. It was twelve forty eight pm, and even
Speaker 1: though I did not know it at the time, I
Speaker 1: had just taken my first picture of a bigfoot. He
Speaker 1: was right there across the creek from the path I
Speaker 1: had just walked down, not more than twenty yards from
Speaker 1: where I had been. He never made a sound. I
Speaker 1: didn't even know he was there until fifteen months later,
Speaker 1: when I remembered the skunky smell that Sunday at Bonita Creek,
Speaker 1: and I began looking carefully at my photos. Sure enough,
Speaker 1: there he was. He was not in the first photo,
Speaker 1: but he was in the second photo. Head and shoulders
Speaker 1: were visible peering across the top of the bushes to
Speaker 1: see what I was doing. That was my third encounter.
Speaker 1: I wonder how many other people have had similar experiences,
Speaker 1: having been in such close proximity to a bigfoot and
Speaker 1: not even know it. I'm going to jump ahead a
Speaker 1: bit to one more experience at Bonita Creek. Candy and
Speaker 1: I made another visit to Bonita Creek in July of
Speaker 1: twenty nineteen. My intent was to check out the area
Speaker 1: more thoroughly for evidence of Bigfoot and see if they
Speaker 1: might respond to a gifting. Here's what happened. I tried
Speaker 1: putting out some apples, M and MS, peanuts, and a
Speaker 1: few other goodies for the bigfoot animals at Bonita Creek,
Speaker 1: and then proceeded to knock on a wooden bench with
Speaker 1: a stick. I did that twice and then went back
Speaker 1: up to sit on the deck at the cabin to
Speaker 1: wait to see what would happen. It was late in
Speaker 1: the day, and I was hoping Bigfoot would get the
Speaker 1: goodies down at the creek, maybe come later to pick
Speaker 1: them up. No luck on that, but something strange did happen.
Speaker 1: About fifteen minutes after I got situated on the deck, Suddenly,
Speaker 1: just upstream from the place where I did the knock,
Speaker 1: I heard this very strange animal sound coming from down
Speaker 1: there by the creek. It was some repeated garble sound.
Speaker 1: The pattern repeated maybe three or four times, followed by
Speaker 1: a quack, quack quack, and then the same sounds were
Speaker 1: repeated again, followed by the same quacking. Mind you, these
Speaker 1: sounds were not made by a duck, and there were
Speaker 1: no ducks up there at Bonita Creek. I didn't hear
Speaker 1: any sounds like that the rest of the four days
Speaker 1: that we were there. I believe the garble sounds were
Speaker 1: made by a bigfoot who came to check out the
Speaker 1: origin of my double set of wooden knocks made by
Speaker 1: whacking on that bench with a stick. At least that's
Speaker 1: what I think. The next morning, Candy and I and
Speaker 1: our dog Bobby decided to hike to the east along
Speaker 1: Bonita Creek all the way to the headwaters where Bonita
Speaker 1: creek bubbles up out of the ground. It's about a
Speaker 1: two and a half mile heike. After we had hiked
Speaker 1: about a mile, suddenly, from the north side of the canyon,
Speaker 1: up in a wooded area with a dent cover, sounds
Speaker 1: started coming from the hillside overlooking the creek. I turned
Speaker 1: to check out the origin of the sounds, as did Candy.
Speaker 1: Her immediate question was what was that. To her, it
Speaker 1: sounded like a child making noises. To me, it sounded
Speaker 1: like some sort of very large, loud bird. The sounds
Speaker 1: were coming from three separate areas on the side of
Speaker 1: the hill. We could see nothing up there. We just
Speaker 1: heard the loud sounds. On the way back, Candy and
Speaker 1: I got separated. She hikes a lot faster than me,
Speaker 1: she said. When she got back to the same spot,
Speaker 1: the sounds started up again, only this time they were
Speaker 1: much louder than before. Strangely enough, when I hiked past there,
Speaker 1: there was no noise at all. We had one other
Speaker 1: strange noise incident as we left the headwaters of the creek.
Speaker 1: This was while we were still together. Before she left
Speaker 1: me in the dust with a fast hiking pace. On
Speaker 1: the other side of the canyon, the south side. Up
Speaker 1: on the crest of the mountain came another unusual sound.
Speaker 1: Once again, I thought it sounded something like a big bird,
Speaker 1: but Candy said that she thought it sounded like a
Speaker 1: child screaming. We were in plain view of the mountain
Speaker 1: at that point. I stared at the point of origin
Speaker 1: for the sound, but I didn't see anything. My thinking
Speaker 1: was that perhaps it was Bigfoot a century alerting the
Speaker 1: rest of the Bigfoot animals as to our location. That's
Speaker 1: only my thinking. One other point of interest. Bobby was
Speaker 1: hiking with both of us on the way up, but
Speaker 1: with Candy on the way back. Walking along quietly by myself,
Speaker 1: I saw too deer on my track back. They were
Speaker 1: on the north side of the creek in some tall,
Speaker 1: dense ferns and grass. I only saw them briefly, but
Speaker 1: it was fun to see them. There were plenty of
Speaker 1: deer and elk tracks along the trail leading to the spring. However,
Speaker 1: I did not see any bigfoot prints, even though I
Speaker 1: made a conscious effort to find some. My analysis of
Speaker 1: the whole habitat is that Bigfoot animals moved east away
Speaker 1: from the populated area of Bonita Creek where our cabin
Speaker 1: is the area inhabited by people. I wish they could
Speaker 1: have received the goodies I had for them, but maybe
Speaker 1: that will happen at some point in the future. Now
Speaker 1: back to my fourth encounter with Bigfoot. In the fall,
Speaker 1: my wife loves to collect colorful leaves for holiday decorations.
Speaker 1: Her favorite place to find these little treasures is ten
Speaker 1: miles north of Sedona, at the West Fork of Oak Creek.
Speaker 1: This part of Arizona is stunningly beautiful. The West Fork
Speaker 1: meanders through a narrow canyon with vertical walls of multicolored
Speaker 1: layered stone, all capped by crystal clear blue sky. The
Speaker 1: trees are evergreen, splattered among the maples with changing leaves
Speaker 1: of yellow, red, gold, brown, and fading green. It's a
Speaker 1: leaf hunter's paradise. When the time came for the twenty
Speaker 1: eighteen Sedona leaf collecting expedition, there was a secondary purpose
Speaker 1: for me. While my wife was finding just the right leaves,
Speaker 1: I planned to critically survey the West Fork area for
Speaker 1: Bigfoot evidence and snap photos of everything I found. As
Speaker 1: soon as we hiked into the canyon, I had to
Speaker 1: get the camera and start taking pictures of saplings bent
Speaker 1: over forming arches, large limbs snapped off from tree trunks
Speaker 1: and laying on the ground. Very large diameter trees pushed
Speaker 1: over with their root balls ripped out of the ground.
Speaker 1: Trees wedged and threaded horizontally between other trees, tree trunks
Speaker 1: arranged to form giant xes, tree trunk rubble piled up
Speaker 1: to prevent passage into the area. Large sized tree trunks
Speaker 1: that had been snapped into like popsicle sticks, tree trunks
Speaker 1: leaning upside down against canyon walls, and way off in
Speaker 1: the distance, way up on the side of the canyon,
Speaker 1: an indistinct, dark brown, motionless object. In addition to Bigfoot
Speaker 1: on Bonita Creek, it looks like there might be Bigfoot
Speaker 1: on the west fork of Oak Creek as well. Imagine
Speaker 1: that Bigfoot in Arizona. Then from way upstream, around a
Speaker 1: bend in the canyon and way off in the distance,
Speaker 1: came the faint sound of a five whack wood knock.
Speaker 1: Who do you think did that? Thank you for all
Speaker 1: your diligent study on behalf of Bigfoot. Thanks for sharing
Speaker 1: my story. Best wishes to all who have seen or
Speaker 1: hope to see someday one of these giant miracles of
Speaker 1: the forest. The creature we know is Bigfoot