Speaker 1: I never thought I would write about Bigfoot or anything
Speaker 1: out of this world because until recently I didn't believe
Speaker 1: in those things. What happened this year has changed my opinion.
Speaker 1: I was just released from jail here in Ohio after
Speaker 1: sitting in a cell for twelve days. I was not
Speaker 1: charged with anything, but I was held with some sort
Speaker 1: of federal mumbo jumbo so they could do an investigation.
Speaker 1: In January, we had record snowfall. It's about eleven inches,
Speaker 1: and to me, it was a perfect time to take
Speaker 1: off and work and go deer hunting. I love hunting
Speaker 1: in the snow. Now. I have a couple of felonies
Speaker 1: in my past. I spent five years in prison for
Speaker 1: beating the shit out of a politician's son who took
Speaker 1: advantage of my little sister. And I'm not allowed to
Speaker 1: hunt with firearms, let alone own one, so I couldn't
Speaker 1: hunt the last day of Muzzloder season. That said, I
Speaker 1: do have an awesome Matthew's compound boat, and there was
Speaker 1: an explosion of monster bucks in Ohio. To hunt one
Speaker 1: snowy Tuesday morning, I layered up and headed for private
Speaker 1: property nearer Tar Hollow that I have permission to hunt.
Speaker 1: I had been in my stand for over eight hours.
Speaker 1: It was about four forty five PM, just before it
Speaker 1: started to get dark, when I busted a beautiful fourteen
Speaker 1: point monster. I was already looking forward to getting my
Speaker 1: picture with this trophy. I let him have a half
Speaker 1: hour head start before I started tracking his blood trail
Speaker 1: and his tracks, But there was another snowstorm coming in
Speaker 1: and the light was fading fast, so I had to
Speaker 1: back out. I knew he would be there in the morning.
Speaker 1: Even if the he's got to him, I would still
Speaker 1: have the mount. The next morning, I drove over to
Speaker 1: my brother in law's house and I had him bring
Speaker 1: his bloodhound out to follow the blood trail. His dog's
Speaker 1: name is love Bug. He was an exceptional scent tracker
Speaker 1: for finding and recovering crippled deer well. We got to
Speaker 1: my stand around nine thirty that morning, and the dog
Speaker 1: instantly took to the deer's trail. We had been following
Speaker 1: him for a quarter of a mile past where I
Speaker 1: tracked the buck the night before. When love Bug suddenly
Speaker 1: refused to go forward, I continued to follow the clues
Speaker 1: left on the trail for another half hour. When I
Speaker 1: finally found where the buck fell and bled out. But
Speaker 1: the buck wasn't there. There were giant tracks in the
Speaker 1: snow where some big boy came in and picked the
Speaker 1: deer up and walked off with it. Now, this dude
Speaker 1: must have been superhuman to be able to pick up
Speaker 1: that buck, since even I had to bring a roll
Speaker 1: up sled to drag him out. Now this guy must
Speaker 1: have simply thrown it over his shoulder and walked away
Speaker 1: with it. Well, I was pissed, and I wanted my
Speaker 1: deer back, so I started following his tracks. For the
Speaker 1: next two hours, I followed those giant barefoot tracks until
Speaker 1: they led to a steep hillside and went straight up.
Speaker 1: I tried to follow their path, but I couldn't keep
Speaker 1: my balance, let alone scaled the slope without falling and
Speaker 1: sliding down. I angled to a part of the ridge
Speaker 1: that was not very steep and finally got to the
Speaker 1: top and back on the trail. And an hour later,
Speaker 1: the prince pushed into the massive thicket and there in
Speaker 1: the center was my buck, or at least what was
Speaker 1: left of him. All I could see was its head
Speaker 1: and rib cage. That was the moment that I realized
Speaker 1: that I was in a big foot bedroom. All around
Speaker 1: the clearing were tracks of all sizes and flatten places
Speaker 1: in the snow where they had been sleeping. All I
Speaker 1: had with me was my bow, so I turned to
Speaker 1: get the hell out of there, but I stepped on
Speaker 1: something that rolled under my foot and I fell face
Speaker 1: first into the snow. I looked to see what I
Speaker 1: had fallen on, and I realized that it was a
Speaker 1: human skull. I pulled my phone out, I took a
Speaker 1: picture of it, and then opened to find my car
Speaker 1: app on my phone and pegged the location. I sprinted
Speaker 1: back into the clearing and grabbed my buck's head and
Speaker 1: ran as fast as I could through the deep snow.
Speaker 1: When I was almost back to my truck, I heard
Speaker 1: some sort of roar in the direction of the thicket,
Speaker 1: and then I picked up my pace. As soon as
Speaker 1: I was in my truck and back on the road,
Speaker 1: I called a game warden in the state patrol to
Speaker 1: report what I had stumbled on, and then I met
Speaker 1: up with them at a local gas station. When all
Speaker 1: the authorities were present, I led them to the thicket
Speaker 1: and stood by as they started searching and collecting evidence.
Speaker 1: They even had a cadaver dog that located additional human
Speaker 1: remains under the snow. All I could do was stand
Speaker 1: there and be cold, And when I mentioned that my
Speaker 1: part was done and I was headed home, they insisted
Speaker 1: I remain where I was. It was well into the
Speaker 1: night when the group of other individuals arrived and asked
Speaker 1: me what I had seen and what I thought had
Speaker 1: happened there. Well. When I finished talking, I asked if
Speaker 1: I could go home, and they refused, and I decided
Speaker 1: I was going home anyway. That might have been my mistake.
Speaker 1: One of the newcomers, who was a head taller than me,
Speaker 1: looked like a lumberjack. He grabbed me by the arm
Speaker 1: and swung me into a tree and handcuffed me. Before
Speaker 1: I couldn't so much as grunt. They instructed one of
Speaker 1: the local cops to take me to lock up, and
Speaker 1: that's how I ended up in jail. Each day I
Speaker 1: was visited by two gentlemen from the federal government who
Speaker 1: asked me the same questions. Did I see the bear
Speaker 1: that took my deer? Did I know where the bear's
Speaker 1: den was? When I reminded them that the bears were
Speaker 1: in hibernation and it wasn't a bear that took my deer.
Speaker 1: They told me wrong answer and they would leave. Now,
Speaker 1: I might be a little slow, but it took me
Speaker 1: eleven days to figure out the answer they were looking
Speaker 1: for was Yes, I saw the bear. It was a
Speaker 1: large black bear, but I did not find it's den.
Speaker 1: I must have scared it off. The next morning, I
Speaker 1: was informed that I was not being charged for the
Speaker 1: criminal trespassing. Apparently I had crossed the park's property lines
Speaker 1: and crossed over several private properties too. The kick in
Speaker 1: the ass was that they kept my buck's head. I
Speaker 1: had moved it without calling it in and logging the kill,
Speaker 1: and I had not filled out my tag. I had
Speaker 1: just lost my job, spent over for a week and
Speaker 1: a half in jail, and didn't get to keep my trophy.
Speaker 1: So screw the government. I'm telling what I found and saw.
Speaker 1: Even though I never saw a large hairy man, I
Speaker 1: did see tracks, and I can imagine the size and
Speaker 1: strength that it would take to lift a two hundred
Speaker 1: pound buck. I saw the strides of these creatures, and
Speaker 1: I heard their roar, and I saw the killing field
Speaker 1: and all the bones that law enforcement discovered up there.
Speaker 1: My heart goes out to the families of those they discovered,
Speaker 1: knowing they probably will not even be told. I wish
Speaker 1: Steve Lilly were real and available. We could use him
Speaker 1: in Ohio, Signed Bobby