Speaker 1: In the late fall early winter of nineteen eighty one.
The day before Thanksgiving is when this incident took place.
Deer season had opened, and I looked forward to deer
hunting at every opportunity. I was out of school for
the Thanksgiving break and putting together plans to be able
to hunt as much as possible. This was a daunting
task as I was too young to drive and had
to get with some friends in order to go. Two
days before Thanksgiving, two of my older brother's friends dropped
by my house and they were hanging out. They invited
my brother to go hunting, but he couldn't go because
of work, so they invited me. I was excited, beyond
belief that they were going to let me go. I
was up at three point thirty am the next morning
and looking out the front door, waiting anxiously. At around
four am, as promised, the men and drove up. I
loaded up and we were on the way. It took
probably forty five minutes to arrive at the location. The
place we parked was a washed out low water bridge. Roy,
the man driving, had a four wheel drive, but the
washout was too much for it. Roy and Donnie had
gotten permission from the landowner, who owned a couple of
hundred acres, to park there and travel by foot on
across his properties to some National forest land on the
backside of his place. They had hunted back there several
times before and had a good relationship with the owner.
We grabbed our things and began the walk. I had
no idea how far it would be nor where we
would actually be hunting. It was extremely cold that morning,
and the light wind cut through me as we followed
the old logging road. Finally, Donnie stopped and told me
how to get to the place where he wanted me
to hunt. He told me he would meet me back
at this spot at nine point thirty. I nodded and
continued on. I came to an open food plot that
was described to me and stopped for a minute at
the edge. It was still well before daylight, and I
decided to turn off my flashlight to proceed across the field.
I wanted to do my best to keep from spooking
any deer that may have been in their feeding. I
got to the middle of the field and a feeling
of being watched came over me. I stopped and stood
there for a couple of minutes, but the feeling didn't
go away. I turned on my light and scanned the field,
but I saw and heard nothing. The wind had died
down and there was absolutely dead calm. It was as
quiet as a church. I overcame my nervousness and continued
on and reached the far side of the woodline. The
sky had started showing pink in the horizon and the
gray hue of dawn was lingering. I eased on a
pretty good ways and found a low spot that was dry,
but could tell it only held water. It was light
enough to see thirty or forty yards by. Now I
noticed several scrapes and rubs that were fresh littered about.
I knew a buck or several bucks must be traveling
through here. I was excited, to say the least. There
was frost on the ground that morning, and I need
to mention that it was near impossible to walk through
the oak leaf litter that covered the ground without making noise.
The dry leaves, along with the frost on top of them,
made you sound like a small vehicle moving through them,
even walking slow and taking your time. I found a
white oak tree that was whiter than my shoulder, with
scratched all the leaves away so I could sit down
and shift around without making noise. I leaned back and
got comfortable and settled into wait. I scanned the woods,
and nothing really happened until around eight am. I had
noticed that it was really still that morning, and also
had not seen any wildlife. No squirrels, no birds, nothing
that in itself was very unusual. It was really strange.
I caught movement about seventy or so yards away up
one of the little finger ridges, and finally made out
a deer slipping down towards the bottom. I then made
out the white tipped horns of a nice butt. He
continued slowly along and stopped cold in his tracks, still
out of range of my shotgun. My heart skipped a
beat as the deer stood motionless, looking in my direction
for what seemed like several minutes. He never turned and ran,
and he eased backwards without looking away from my direction.
I had never seen a deer walk backwards in that
manner before or since this event. He took five or
six steps back, and in a blink whirled and left,
like he was shot out of a cannon. I sat
there in disbelieve, trying to figure out what had happened.
I had not so much as blinked, so I know
he never saw me. A slight breeze could be felt
on my left cheek, and that told me that he
could not have winded me. I was sitting there trying
to figure out what had just happened. That's when I
heard the first breathing sound. It was barely audible at first,
but began to increase in volume. At first I thought
it was me due to the excitement, I held my breath,
but the sound did not stop. By now it was
very loud and very close. It was heavy and raspy.
I slowly looked around as far as I could to
my left, but the tree was too wide for me
to see around. I then looked down and saw my shadow,
the tree shadow, and a third massive shadow standing behind
the tree. I jumped to my feet and away from
the tree, and there before me was a hair covered
upright creature. He stood seven to seven and a half
feet tall and was covered with pine straw colored hair
that was five to six inches long. He was slender
and not very bulky. The only part of his body
that had no hair was his face. It was flat
for the most part, and he had no neck. From
what I could see, his forehead was large and his
eyes were set back. I saw no white in them,
just cold black. His nose turned up slightly and was
not large either. He showed no teeth, and his mouth
was very wide with thin lips. His skin was gray
in color, and you could actually see it through his hair.
His arms hung straight down by his side and appeared
extremely long, hanging below his knees by several inches. His
hands had hair on the backside, but his inside part
of his hands were grayish. Also, his fingers appeared to
be very long and looked like discolored fingernails, not claws.
He had a slight, stooped forward posture. I was scared
beyond belief. I wanted to run, but the creature was
between me and where I wanted to go. I still
cannot believe this to this day. Why I did not
shoot him at point blank range. The thought never crossed
my mind. I dropped my gun and ran as fast
as I could, swinging a wide away from him. Thinking back,
he could have caught me easily. I'm sure he never
made a sound and never posed a threat the whole time.
I think back. How I never heard that thing moving
through the leaf litter, how stealthy it was. Had I
not heard the breathing, I would have never heard him
at all. I hit the clearing in full gate, shouting
and calling for Donnie the whole way. He appeared and
was afraid something had happened to me. He grabbed me
and I tried to recount the story. He did not
believe me at first, and I can understand that. We
walked in silence back out and called for Roy where
we had parted earlier. Finally Roy appeared. After telling him
what had happened, he came to the conclusion that I
had seen a bear. I told him that was no bear.
He noticed I did not have my gun. When I
told him where I dropped it, he said, we need
to go get it. I thought going back to sitting,
and my gun was where I had dropped it. While
I was getting it, they looked down at the ground
where I told them the thing was standing, pressed down
in the leaves. You could plainly see the impressions where
it had been standing. He could also see that the
creature turned and walked towards the creek. I did not
want to, but the men insisted following the tracks for
a bit. We made it to the creek bank and
it was a steep drop off six or eight feet.
We could see where something slid down, and then we
saw very good tracks in the sand where the thing
had crossed. The tracks were fifteen to sixteen inches long
and about eight inches wide. It had three toes, not five.
We saw four good tracks and they were about four
feet in stride. Roy and Donnie both said let's get
out of here. There was very little said on the
walk out, in complete silence on the ride home. We
never spoke about it again, and I have never returned
there to this day. Donnie is no longer living, and
Roy moved away and I have not spoken to him
in twenty years. This story is one hundred percent true,
and I have only told a few people about this.
I know most people will call it mistaken identity or
say that I made this up, but I know what
I saw that day, and all I can tell you
is these things are one hundred percent real.
Speaker 2: I've always loved the outdoors growing up in Indiana. I
seized every opportunity I could to hunt and spend time
in the woods. Now that I live in Utah. I
have the added pleasure of the mountains and elk hunting.
It is where I'm the happiest in what I enjoy
the most. Often when I'm in the woods in Utah
have experienced strange things. I've always believed in Bigfoot, but
while I'm up in the mountains, I'm always quick to
bury the feelings and push any negative faults to the
back of my mind to stave off the fear that
might keep me from returning to my beloved wilderness. That
doesn't mean that I don't listen to my inner gut.
If it's telling me to avoid something, that's what I do.
With the outbreak of COVID nineteen, Utah has experienced a
huge increase in sales of campers and side by sides.
I guess this is one of the few things that
people can do these days, and everyone seems to be
doing it. I hunt a remote place in northern Utah
that can be best described as the middle of nowhere.
The dirt road to this location goes back several miles
into the pure wilderness. Before the COVID scare. You might
find one person camping along this road on a summer weekend,
but usually there was no one. There are a few
inlets along this road where hunters can camp during elk
or deer season. They are the kind of level spots
where a hunter might pull off and think this is
good enough. However, few people would ever attempt or recreational
camping in places like these. They're not campgrounds or anything
even remotely close. The entire area is nothing but remote forest.
In July of twenty twenty, I brought my travel trailer up,
hoping to find one of those few spots big enough
to make it work. I left early in the morning
in an attempt to be the first person there. Friends
have reported that people are trying to recreational camp up
there now because of all the traditional campgrounds are full.
When I arrived, I was shocked at the number of people.
There were campers and tents everywhere. It was worse than
any hunting season I've ever seen. I couldn't believe how
many people were camping in the middle of nowhere. And
I managed to find a spot though, and I set
up my camp. Afterwards, we me and my wife and
our kids hit the trail with our ATVs and had
a great time. As night fell, we cooked dinner and
sat around the fire, talking with our kids and watching
the logs slowly dissolved to ash and smoke against the
dark backdrop of the surrounding forest. Eventually, we got the
kids into bed and began cleaning up the campsite. At
eleven thirty PM, I was putting out the fire as
my wife was heading up the steps in our travel trailer,
when at that exact moment, we heard a loud, screaming
growl from six hundred yards away. It was so loud
and far away, while at the same time so close,
and I recognize that screen. I'd heard it on a
number of YouTube channels, but I never dreamt I'd be
hearing it for myself. My wife, who had gone inside
where the air conditioner was blowing, didn't hear it. I
quickly went in and locked the door and grabbed both
of the handguns I had brought with me and had
them ready to go. My wife kept asking me what
was wrong, but I told her not to worry about it.
Telling someone not to worry only makes them worry more, though,
so I finally told her that we would talk about
it in the morning, and thankfully, nothing happened that night,
and I'm sure Bigfoot is not happy with the big
influx of people coming into his domain. It used to
happen only during hunting season, but now it's all summer long.
It makes me feel kind of bad for them.
Speaker 1: Well.
Speaker 2: The next morning, after breakfast, we went back to writing
the ATVs. Not far down the road from our camp,
some people had been camping in tents the day before.
That morning, I was surprised to see all three tenths abandoned.
Those campers with no ac or walls to mask the
sound must have gotten the fright of their lives from
the loud screams of the night before. And as for us,
we had a great trip. That scream was the only
thing we saw or heard the entire weekend. And now
he gets into his theories, and this is interesting, It's
interesting and relevant. I have a theory on what Bigfoot is.
The Bible tells us plain as day, and no, I
do not think they are Nephelum, as so many people
have suggested. Bigfoot is Cain and his descendants. Everyone knows
that Cain was the first person to ever commit the
sin of murder, but he's also the first who turned
his back on the Lord. He was a son of
Adam and Eve. And I think the Bible clearly lays
out the curse of Cain as being bigfoot. All right.
Here a couple verses from Genesis that describe Cain's punishment.
And Cain talked with Abel, his brother, And it came
to pass when they were in the field, that Cain
rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him. And
the Lord said, unto Cain, where is Abel thy brother?
And he said, I don't know, am I my brother's keeper?
And he said, what hast thou done? The voice of
thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground. And
now art thou cursed from the earth which hath opened
her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand.
When thou tellest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield
unto thee her strength. A fugitive and a vagabond, thou
shalt be on this earth. And Cain said, unto the Lord,
my punishment is greater than I can bear. Behold Thou's
driven me out this day from the face of the earth,
and from thy face shall I be hid. And I
shall be a fugitive and a vagabond in the earth.
And it shall come to pass that every one that
findeth me shall slay me. And the Lord said unto him, Therefore,
whosoever slayeth Cain, the vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold.
And the Lord said, a mark upon Cain, lest any
finding him should try to kill him. Genesis, chapter four,
verses eight through fifteen. Cain's punishment was that he and
his posterity are cursed, as the scripture says, a mark
is placed upon him and his posterity there cursed to
roam the earth, is a fugitive and a vagabond. This
also states that they won't be successful in raising crops
as part of the curse, which is why they don't,
even though I'm sure they are intelligent enough. Can you
find anything more suitable or descriptive of a life of
a bigfoot? The Lord also hence in verse five fifteen,
that he will make it hard for man to find him,
et cetera. Finally, he says that his description is such
that if anyone sees him, they will be scared and
want to kill him. And now he goes on to
give another account from the eighteen hundreds. He writes, the
following account comes from the early eighteen hundreds. It is
from a man named David Patten, in which one claims
to be came quote. I was riding along the road
on my mule. Suddenly I noticed a very strange personage
walking beside me. His head was about even with my
shoulders as I sat in my saddle. He wore no clothing,
but was covered with hair. His skin was very dark.
I asked him where he dwelt, and he replied that
he had no home, that he was a wanderer in
the earth and traveled to and fro. He said he
was very miserable creature, and that he had earnestly sought
death during his sojourn upon the earth, but that he
could not die, and his mission was to destroy the
souls of men. About the time he expressed himself, thus
I rebuked him in the name of the Lord Jesus
Christ and by virtue of the Holy Priesthood, and I
commanded him to go hence, and he immediately departed out
of my sight. Cain's curse was to live till the
end of time to pay for what he had done.
I will say that I don't think that is the
fate of his offspring. God is just and in my opinion,
his descendants have the mark or the genetics of Cain,
but they live and die as we do. Also, I
think his posterity are mostly good with very few bad,
just like us humans. I think the Lord will judge
them as he does us. I offer one last side
note as further proof. There was a show on the
History Channel wherein a group of guys went up to
a remote lake in Canada where there was a lot
of bigfoot activity. At this cabin, they put down bearboards
under the windows and the doors. Baarboards are essentially a
piece of ply of wood with nails sticking up through them.
If a bear steps on the nails, it is discouraged
from hanging around. On the bearboards set out by these men,
they found blood and hair. They were able to do
a DNA analysis of it, and to their surprise, they
were told the DNA was almost human, but slightly different.
The scientists went on to say that it was almost
as if the DNA was from a cursed human. It
was closer to any human than anything they'd seen, but
slightly changed. Well, those are my thoughts, and I think
of all the theories, this one makes the most sense.