Speaker 1: My name is Daniel. I'm an Englishman living in Bordeaux,
Speaker 1: France for the last twenty two years. In March of
Speaker 1: twenty fourteen, I flew to America to receive prophetic counseling
Speaker 1: in cored Aileen, Idaho. I think i'll pronounce that right,
Speaker 1: cor Couer d Aileen cord Deleen court queer d Alleen.
Speaker 1: I don't know how to say it. I decided to
Speaker 1: check out this place on YouTube before leaving, and I
Speaker 1: was surprised to see videos of si squatch sightings in
Speaker 1: the margin. Since I was an infant, I've always been
Speaker 1: fearful of all things paranormal, and I became fearful of
Speaker 1: seeing a sisquatch while I was in Idaho. I'm thankful
Speaker 1: that I did not see one. I enjoyed the beauty
Speaker 1: of the area and the kindness of its people for
Speaker 1: the two weeks duration of my stay. It was a
Speaker 1: very pleasant memory. I then flew to Los Angeles for
Speaker 1: two weeks to meet a friend from Facebook whom I
Speaker 1: had never met in the flesh. I couldn't stay in
Speaker 1: her house as there was no room, so I asked
Speaker 1: a lady who I had met in Bordeaux several months earlier,
Speaker 1: who lived not far away, if I could stay at
Speaker 1: her place. The lady lives in Santa Clarita, a small
Speaker 1: commune about forty five minutes from Los Angeles. I slept
Speaker 1: in the guest bedroom adjacent to the garage. Behind the house.
Speaker 1: Nearby is a golf course and, if I recall correctly,
Speaker 1: a small field. I didn't see much in the way
Speaker 1: of forest. One night, I think it was the seventeenth
Speaker 1: or eighteenth of March. In my sleep, I suddenly found
Speaker 1: myself in the garage in the darkness. Just a few
Speaker 1: feet in front of me stood what I instantly knew
Speaker 1: to be a sy squatch. It was between seven and
Speaker 1: eight tall. I was petrified. He let out something verbal.
Speaker 1: It wasn't a full blown roar. It was kind of
Speaker 1: a mix between a roar and a warble. I don't
Speaker 1: know what it yelled to me, and I received no
Speaker 1: translation in my mind, but it seemed to be some
Speaker 1: kind of a warning. Again, I was petrified, and I
Speaker 1: yelled back what I had just heard, my best sisquatch warble. Instantly,
Speaker 1: I found myself back in my room, sweating and trembling.
Speaker 1: I woke up and I turned the light on and
Speaker 1: there was nothing there. I don't recall if I opened
Speaker 1: the door immediately and saw there was nothing in the garage,
Speaker 1: or if I waited until the morning. Scratching my head.
Speaker 1: I put it down in my mind as playing tricks
Speaker 1: on me due to my fears. Two days later, I
Speaker 1: was in the kitchen with my host talking and she said,
Speaker 1: a couple of nights ago, I heard this strange creature
Speaker 1: outside my house. My mind instantly clicked and I realized
Speaker 1: that I needed to verify this. Did it sound like this?
Speaker 1: I asked, and gave off my best squatch roar warble.
Speaker 1: She looked at me with a kind of a how
Speaker 1: did you know? In her eyes and said, yes, just
Speaker 1: outside her bedroom window is a field. She had literally
Speaker 1: heard a sound coming from a flesh and blood creature,
Speaker 1: while I heard it only in spirit. The memory of
Speaker 1: what happened is in some ways vague and hazy, and
Speaker 1: in some ways remains etched in my mind. It is
Speaker 1: clear to me that I had a spiritual experience rather
Speaker 1: than a flesh and blood experience, so I've never relived
Speaker 1: the fear that I experienced that night. As with many
Speaker 1: sisquatch encounters, it leaves more questions that answers. Did God
Speaker 1: allow this experience to reveal the truth of the existence
Speaker 1: of sisquatch? I don't know. Did dark forces send this
Speaker 1: thing to harm me and God protected me from it?
Speaker 1: I don't know that either. Who transported us both into
Speaker 1: the garage, God, the devil or the Sasquatch? I don't know,
Speaker 1: but it is clear to me from the experience that
Speaker 1: sisquatch are a paranormal phenomenon and that they are interdimensional beings.
Speaker 1: Shortly after, I drove to Sequoia National Park and then
Speaker 1: onto Yosemite National Park. Arriving at the entrance to Yosemite,
Speaker 1: I casually asked the lady park ranger who I was
Speaker 1: buying my ticket from, do you have any Sasquatch here?
Speaker 1: She said, I do believe we have a couple here.
Speaker 1: As a matter of Factly, I was on my own
Speaker 1: and went about tree knocking, but I heard and saw nothing.
Speaker 1: I had not heard of David Plaudus then and had
Speaker 1: no idea so many people go missing in Yosemite. I
Speaker 1: guess I must have received divine protection. Again. Back in France,
Speaker 1: I joined the Bigfoot UK Facebook page and I recounted
Speaker 1: my story. Most of the people claimed that I had
Speaker 1: simply had a dream. Others insisted that the sasquatch are
Speaker 1: only flesh and blood, so I left the group. I
Speaker 1: was surprised by some of the nasty ways in which
Speaker 1: people responded, Oh, brother, you have no idea. You really
Speaker 1: have no idea until you start a YouTube channel. But
Speaker 1: I digress. A close study of scripture reveals that many
Speaker 1: other things can happen during the night season besides dreams.
Speaker 1: I did have one interesting conversation though, with a nice
Speaker 1: young lady from the UK who knows someone who regularly
Speaker 1: visits with sisquatch in a UK forest. The lady claimed
Speaker 1: there are seven species of sisquatch. I do not doubt
Speaker 1: that sisquatch are a form of the nephilum according to
Speaker 1: Genesis six, and are connected to other paranormal nephilin phenomenon.
Speaker 1: It would seem that depending on the species sasquatch or
Speaker 1: everything from human friendly to man eating, Some seem more earthbound,
Speaker 1: while others are mostly other dimensional, occasionally visiting Earth. It
Speaker 1: seems that sisquatch, like humans, can be cursed and find
Speaker 1: themselves run over by trucks or shot. These are just
Speaker 1: my thoughts and observations aside from my own brief experience.
Speaker 1: Thanks for reading my story, Dixie, I certainly appreciate it.
Speaker 1: Yours sincerely, Daniel Verdeaux, France. Daniel, you hit the nail
Speaker 1: on the head, brother, You got in a Facebook group.
Speaker 1: That's your first big mistake. You can't tell people the truth.
Speaker 1: And you would think you would think you could. You
Speaker 1: would think, Okay, well, I'm going to join a bigfoot
Speaker 1: group online and I'll be able to discuss my encounter
Speaker 1: and get some good, positive, constructive feedback. But no, brother,
Speaker 1: I'm telling you that's not possible. It's not possible because
Speaker 1: everybody's an expert on sosquatch. But I really appreciated this story,
Speaker 1: and I've even said on this channel that I can't
Speaker 1: I can't make it jib in my mind that these
Speaker 1: things are paranormal because the only basis for anything in
Speaker 1: my life is it's based on what I can see, feel, smell, hear,
Speaker 1: all the normal senses that a person uses. Something that
Speaker 1: is paranormal, that's big and Harry in the Woods just
Speaker 1: does not jib in my head. But that does not
Speaker 1: mean it's not real. I just can't see it, and
Speaker 1: so don't everybody start commenting that I'm ruling that out.
Speaker 1: I'm not. It just doesn't make sense. It makes more
Speaker 1: sense to me that they would be flesh and blood.
Speaker 1: But I would never get on a Facebook group or
Speaker 1: in the comment section or whatever and belittle someone for
Speaker 1: believing or saying. I mean, they're telling you they had
Speaker 1: this experience. It's no different than someone saying they saw
Speaker 1: a bigfoot run across the road in front of their car.
Speaker 1: This guy saw it in a supernatural way. The other
Speaker 1: person may have seen it in a supernatural way, and
Speaker 1: it just appeared to be real. Anyway, it just gave
Speaker 1: me a chance to kind of rib on the buttholes
Speaker 1: out there who just hammer everybody. Look, the biggest enemy
Speaker 1: the bigfoot community has is not the federal government. It's
Speaker 1: the Bigfoot community itself. That's the worst enemy of this
Speaker 1: whole topic. I'm just glad I'm off here just in
Speaker 1: my little corner telling stories. That's all I do. I
Speaker 1: don't get into that research stuff. I don't you know.
Speaker 1: I told you about the Beast Facebook page where they've
Speaker 1: got videos from lb Elvis past weekend. They've got perfect
Speaker 1: tracks in the mud from water. That's that's been drawn
Speaker 1: down on the Tennessee River at Lake Barkley, and they've
Speaker 1: got these perfect tracks and you can see. I'm on
Speaker 1: their Facebook page. I talked about the video that Bob
Speaker 1: Gimmelin showed into just a just a video he uploaded
Speaker 1: just less than a week ago, and all of his
Speaker 1: commentary on that. And I know there are people that
Speaker 1: are gonna just squash all that stuff. They're gonna say
Speaker 1: the footprints are a hoax, and they're gonna say that
Speaker 1: that so and so is a hoax. But they're gonna
Speaker 1: consider themselves in the Bigfoot community. Okay, I'm ranting. I'm sorry.
Speaker 1: I shouldn't rant, but it just drives me nuts. It
Speaker 1: drives me nuts. And again that's why I'm just happy
Speaker 1: off here in my little corner telling stories. Here, we
Speaker 1: all are off at our little corner. They're weird and wonderful,
Speaker 1: just enjoying these stories. And that's where I'm gonna stay.
Speaker 1: That's where I'm gonna stay. All right, enough of that,
Speaker 1: here's an email from Robert I got some time back.
Speaker 1: It's a little different. It's not even a Bigfoot story,
Speaker 1: but it's a scary story and it's about a cryptid
Speaker 1: and it's got a twist to it that I think
Speaker 1: will make you scratch your head. So let's get into
Speaker 1: it here. Robert writes. I was raised on a twelve
Speaker 1: hundred and fifty acre farm on an island off the
Speaker 1: coast of South Carolina. The farm had six hundred acres
Speaker 1: of cleared land which we farmed, and the rest was
Speaker 1: forested with a large swamp that ran through it. When
Speaker 1: I wasn't working on the farm, which to a young boy,
Speaker 1: seemed like all the time, I would spend as much
Speaker 1: time as possible hunting in the swamp. I hunted everything
Speaker 1: in season. My dad taught me at a young age
Speaker 1: how to hunt safely, and to take care of my
Speaker 1: guns and how to shoot. One time, he gave me
Speaker 1: three shotgun shells and he told me that he wanted
Speaker 1: some squirrels to eat. I remember thinking three squirrels wasn't
Speaker 1: a lot. As I headed out the door, and he said,
Speaker 1: I want five nice ones. I looked at my mother
Speaker 1: and she whispered back, catch them together in the trees.
Speaker 1: My dad was one who didn't believe in wasting anything.
Speaker 1: Why waste five shots when three would work. These type
Speaker 1: of challenges made me an excellent shot. I loved shooting
Speaker 1: and became an excellent shot. As a matter of fact,
Speaker 1: my dad would often get bets going with people that
Speaker 1: were new to our hunt club to challenge me. Whether
Speaker 1: it was with a shotgun, a rifle, or a pistol,
Speaker 1: I always won. It made me proud the way my
Speaker 1: dad would brag about my shooting skills. In the fall
Speaker 1: of nineteen sixty six, I was sixteen years old. My mother,
Speaker 1: my older brother, and my older sister, and I were
Speaker 1: playing a board game in the kitchen. I believe it
Speaker 1: was Monopoly. My dad was at my uncle's house helping
Speaker 1: him work on a tractor. It was already dark outside,
Speaker 1: but the moon was bright enough that you could still
Speaker 1: see pretty well. On dark nights, I like to lie
Speaker 1: back on the hood of the old pickup truck and
Speaker 1: look up at the stars. The night sky was so beautiful,
Speaker 1: so full of stars, that the sky almost looked white
Speaker 1: stars that today are drowned out by light pollution. Since
Speaker 1: there was a full moon that night, I stayed inside
Speaker 1: and I played the game with the rest of the family.
Speaker 1: I wasn't very good at board games, and I lost
Speaker 1: most of the time. I guess that's why my mother
Speaker 1: didn't mind me looking at the stars on game nights.
Speaker 1: That night, our dogs started barking outside. We had a
Speaker 1: shepherd at the time, and he stayed inside almost all
Speaker 1: the time, and he was growling and looking at the door,
Speaker 1: and his hackles were up. I remember saying, it's probably
Speaker 1: that possum trying to get at the chickens. Again. My
Speaker 1: mother told me to take the gun out and get
Speaker 1: rid of this thing. So I grabbed up my twenty
Speaker 1: two rifle, my spotlight, and I headed out the door.
Speaker 1: Rex was at the door when I got there, and
Speaker 1: I thought that he would find the possum real quick,
Speaker 1: so I'll let him come out with me. Rex could
Speaker 1: dispense of it fast and I could sneak a cigarette.
Speaker 1: Rex ran out the door onto the porch, but he
Speaker 1: stopped at the top step. I thought he was waiting
Speaker 1: on me, so I stepped past him. Come on, boy,
Speaker 1: I said, as I stepped off the porch. Rex just
Speaker 1: stood there, staring into the field. Back then, we didn't
Speaker 1: have any problems with codies on the island, but there
Speaker 1: were plenty of bobcats, fox raccoons and other small predators
Speaker 1: that would occasionally get into the chickens. At times, we
Speaker 1: would hear what sounded like a woman screaming in the
Speaker 1: woods down by the swamp, but my dad said that
Speaker 1: it was probably just a bobcat. There was the occasional
Speaker 1: sighting of a black panther by some of the island folk,
Speaker 1: and that included myself and my dad, but the game
Speaker 1: wardens said that there weren't ever any panthers on that island.
Speaker 1: Yeah right. I shined the light out across the field
Speaker 1: and I didn't see anything. Our front porch based out
Speaker 1: across a fifteen acre field where we often saw deer
Speaker 1: in the evenings and early mornings. My mother forbid us
Speaker 1: to hunt those deer while they were in the yard.
Speaker 1: The driveway stopped at the side of the house and
Speaker 1: was about one hundred and fifty yards long before it
Speaker 1: entered the woods, and another one hundred yards or so
Speaker 1: before it came out at the highway. Rex had turned
Speaker 1: around and he was at the door, whining, wanning back in,
Speaker 1: and he would not leave the porch no matter how
Speaker 1: much I called him. This caused a chill to run
Speaker 1: down my back. I shined the light around again and
Speaker 1: still saw nothing. Rex could see or sense something that
Speaker 1: I couldn't I did know that. I asked my brother
Speaker 1: to come out with me. I went back in for
Speaker 1: my pistol and a different rifle. As I walked back
Speaker 1: through the kitchen, my brother said, damn, there must be
Speaker 1: a big possum to need that big rifle. I told
Speaker 1: him what had happened, and my brother said, I'll come
Speaker 1: with you. My brother was an excellent shot as well.
Speaker 1: I felt relieved. As we walked out the door, my
Speaker 1: mother said, you boys, be careful. My brother tried to
Speaker 1: get Rex to follow me, but he was cowering under
Speaker 1: the kitchen table and he would not move. My brother
Speaker 1: had his thirty six and a three point fifty seven
Speaker 1: magnum and a spotlight. When we went out, the chickens
Speaker 1: were quiet and nothing was bothering them, so we figured
Speaker 1: the problem wasn't there. The outside dogs were still barking
Speaker 1: like crazy now, so we walked around the house towards
Speaker 1: the driveway. My mother and sister walked out onto the
Speaker 1: porch to see what was going on, and it was
Speaker 1: then that my brother said, oh, hell, do you see that?
Speaker 1: Out across the yard by the driveway, close to the woods,
Speaker 1: were three large black panthers. Two of them were very
Speaker 1: large and the other a bit smaller than the rest.
Speaker 1: My sister and my mother walked around the side of
Speaker 1: the porch by this time, and we're all so seeing
Speaker 1: the same thing. My sister said to me, hand me
Speaker 1: your light and I'll keep it on them so you
Speaker 1: can get a shot. I handed her my light. She
Speaker 1: rested it on the porch rail to keep it steady.
Speaker 1: My mother did the same for my brother. My brother
Speaker 1: took the one on the left, and I chose the
Speaker 1: big one in the middle. My brother said on three,
Speaker 1: and my sister slowly counted down one, two, three, and
Speaker 1: both rifles fired at the same time. My mother said
Speaker 1: she could see both of the large cats get hit.
Speaker 1: The one my brother shot collapsed on the ground and
Speaker 1: the one I shot flipped over backwards and fell to
Speaker 1: the ground too. Our eyes were adjusting from the flash
Speaker 1: of the rifle, and everything was real quiet, and like
Speaker 1: someone had turned a switch. Both spotlights went out at
Speaker 1: the same time, along with every light in the house.
Speaker 1: We lost all power to our house. We all ran
Speaker 1: back inside the house. Once inside, my mother shut and
Speaker 1: locked the doors. My sister lit an oil lantern that
Speaker 1: we had for power outages. It was totally silent outside.
Speaker 1: The outside dogs were quiet now, and after about five
Speaker 1: minutes the lights all came back on, and that included
Speaker 1: the two spotlights that were laying on the coffee table.
Speaker 1: Now we just stood there and looked at each other.
Speaker 1: My mother walked out the living room towards the bedroom,
Speaker 1: and she said for everyone to go to the kitchen
Speaker 1: table and to turn those two lights off, pointing at
Speaker 1: the spotlights. A few minutes later, she walked into the
Speaker 1: kitchen with an oil lantern still lit, placing it in
Speaker 1: the middle of the table. She sat down and she
Speaker 1: started reading from the Bible in Psalms. No one said
Speaker 1: a word. We just sat there and we listened to
Speaker 1: her read. We stayed up all night listening to her read.
Speaker 1: Once it was it was light enough to see well
Speaker 1: enough outside, my mother blew out the lantern. My brother
Speaker 1: and I grabbed a couple of shotguns and we filled
Speaker 1: our pockets with buckshot and we walked outside. This time,
Speaker 1: Rex followed us out. He didn't seem afraid like he was,
Speaker 1: which helped soothe us a little bit. We rounded the
Speaker 1: corner of the porch and started up the driveway. Towards
Speaker 1: the area we had seen the large cats. My mother
Speaker 1: and sister on the porch were watching, and my sister
Speaker 1: holding my mother's bible in her hands. After fifty yards
Speaker 1: of walking or so, my brother and I stopped and
Speaker 1: looked at each other. Where were the cats? We both
Speaker 1: hit our targets last night. There was no way that
Speaker 1: we missed, not both of us. But there was nothing
Speaker 1: on the ground. My brother said maybe the small one
Speaker 1: dragged him into the woods. So with shotguns at the ready,
Speaker 1: we walked to the spot where the cats had been.
Speaker 1: The ground was torn up with scratches all over the ground,
Speaker 1: but there was no blood. Thirty yards away was the
Speaker 1: open field that I had cut with a disk the
Speaker 1: day before. In that field, we saw three sets of
Speaker 1: large cat prints walking across towards the back end of
Speaker 1: the field. The prints at first seemed to be dragging something,
Speaker 1: and then they all cleared up and everything became normal.
Speaker 1: The scariest part to us was the tracks went maybe
Speaker 1: forty or fifty feet or so into the field and
Speaker 1: just stopped. There was no backtracking, no forward, no sideways,
Speaker 1: no nothing. They just ended like the cats had vanished,
Speaker 1: fresh plowed ground and no tracks was all we could see.
Speaker 1: My dad came home that morning around ten am. He
Speaker 1: and my uncle had worked all night fixing that tractor.
Speaker 1: We told him what had happened, and he asked which
Speaker 1: way the cats had headed. I told him back towards
Speaker 1: the big oaks in the corner, but the tracks stop
Speaker 1: way short of getting there. He said that when his
Speaker 1: his dad, my granddad, had bought this farm when he
Speaker 1: was a young man, he was told there was an
Speaker 1: old graveyard in that area with about three hundred slaves
Speaker 1: buried there under those oaks. He said that he was
Speaker 1: told they had all died from malaria, and over the years,
Speaker 1: strange things had happened in that area, and that those
Speaker 1: cats had been seen before by that family. Over the years,
Speaker 1: several years went by before anyone ever saw those cats again,
Speaker 1: just like before they showed up the first time, you
Speaker 1: could hear what sounded like a woman screaming down in
Speaker 1: the swamp. We saw that far many years ago, and
Speaker 1: I miss it dearly for many reasons. All of the
Speaker 1: family that were there that night have all passed away now,
Speaker 1: so there's no one left to be worried about what
Speaker 1: people would say about this story. There's only me left,
Speaker 1: and I'm now sixty eight years old. I'm married, and
Speaker 1: I even have great grandkids. I love to listen to
Speaker 1: the stories that you tell, and I enjoy them very much.
Speaker 1: They bring back memories of days gone by. There are
Speaker 1: people that listen to these stories that may say this
Speaker 1: is a bunch of bull, but those of us who
Speaker 1: have lived those stories, we know better. Keep up the
Speaker 1: good work, brother, and maybe next time I get the chance,
Speaker 1: I'll tell you some of the other strange things from
Speaker 1: that old farm. God bless sign. Robert, Oh, Robert. I've
Speaker 1: loved some more of those stories. But you know this
Speaker 1: is namely a bigfoot channel now, but this was so
Speaker 1: good I had to share that with y'all. And I
Speaker 1: don't know what the deal is with these big cats.
Speaker 1: I've heard them. I remember years ago being in we
Speaker 1: had duck hunted all day long. We were tired and
Speaker 1: it was dark and my boys and I and some
Speaker 1: other guys we hunted with. We had stopped in this
Speaker 1: little store in Cash, Arkansas, and we were just getting
Speaker 1: some blooney sandwiches and stuff and about head home. And
Speaker 1: there was an old man in there and he was
Speaker 1: going on and on about this old this big old
Speaker 1: black cat that he had seen cross a ditch. Now
Speaker 1: northeast Arkansas is not real wooded. Most of the woods
Speaker 1: have been cut down and it's like a flat as
Speaker 1: a pancake delta. There's little patches of woods here and there.
Speaker 1: But he swore he saw a big black panther cross
Speaker 1: a ditch and go into a little patch of trees.
Speaker 1: There was another guy, I think it was his son
Speaker 1: in there, and he was that wasn't no damn panther.
Speaker 1: That was my black lab. He had gotten out and
Speaker 1: he was running, running those ditches and he went up
Speaker 1: in those woods. But this old man just stuck with
Speaker 1: his story and he said, I saw that black cat.
Speaker 1: I know what it was. He was like looking at us, going,
Speaker 1: y'all believe me, don't you. We were like, oh yeah, sure,
Speaker 1: sure we do. We just wanted our blowny sandwiches and
Speaker 1: to get home. But I don't know what the deal
Speaker 1: is with these black cats. I hear these stories all
Speaker 1: the time, you know. And I said in a previous
Speaker 1: video that I know guys who are getting catching images
Speaker 1: of them on trail camps. They are not black. They
Speaker 1: look like mountain lions in the out West, but apparently
Speaker 1: they're here. I don't know about the black Ones. But anyway,
Speaker 1: I'm just babbling on and let's go ahead and end
Speaker 1: this up. Robert, this is a great story. It took
Speaker 1: about a year for me to get to this. I
Speaker 1: hope you, hope you listen in. I'll send you an email.
Speaker 1: Make sure you know it's in this it's in this
Speaker 1: video or Robert, is a great story. I really appreciate you.
Speaker 1: Here's an email from Bobby and here's what he says.
Speaker 1: I live in North Carolina in Anson County. I didn't
Speaker 1: grow up here. I grew up in an adjacent county.
Speaker 1: I've lived here for thirty five years, on my land
Speaker 1: that my grandfather left me from his estate. It has
Speaker 1: a pond and many acres of woods on it. My
Speaker 1: track is in the middle of seven tracks that are
Speaker 1: owned by other family members, and they're primarily wooded areas.
Speaker 1: Now fifty six years old, so nothing has ever surprised me,
Speaker 1: well until now. I've always let my chickens range out
Speaker 1: during the day to forage. In the evening before sunset,
Speaker 1: they would always return to their pen and I would
Speaker 1: shut them up at night. So the coyotes wouldn't get
Speaker 1: them well, they stopped going back into their pin in
Speaker 1: September of twenty and nineteen. I could catch them and
Speaker 1: put them up, but they would fly back out, so
Speaker 1: they could sit on the ground right beside the dog
Speaker 1: kennel with two of my dogs, about fifty feet from
Speaker 1: their house. This was odd to me because I thought
Speaker 1: they would be safer from the coyotes in their pin.
Speaker 1: But I got tired of catching them for nothing, so
Speaker 1: I just left them out. I had also noticed that
Speaker 1: the coyotes had ceased calling out at night, or even
Speaker 1: maybe they had left the area. They were a permanent
Speaker 1: fixture here for years, and with the coyotes gone, I
Speaker 1: figured the chickens would be safe saf outside overnight. After all,
Speaker 1: I did keep a dog beside the chicken pen so
Speaker 1: he could guard the chickens and keep the wildlife away.
Speaker 1: This pen was one hundred feet from our house and
Speaker 1: surrounded by trees. My dog there was constantly running back
Speaker 1: and forth at night, barking non stop. We thought it
Speaker 1: was deer since there are so many around here, so
Speaker 1: we weren't concerned about us barking. About the same time
Speaker 1: that the chickens started their routine my wife and I
Speaker 1: started smelling decomposition and wet dog. We have a lot
Speaker 1: of deer and we live close to the road, so
Speaker 1: we attributed the decomposition smell to deer that had been
Speaker 1: hit by vehicles and died in the woods near our house.
Speaker 1: But we never ever saw a deer carcass. The smell
Speaker 1: would come and go over time. This continued until July
Speaker 1: of twenty twenty, when I had the experience of hearing
Speaker 1: thumping on a tree in the woods behind our greenhouse
Speaker 1: while I was cutting wood one day. It was a
Speaker 1: pattern of one two three four, one two one two
Speaker 1: three in that sequence. Then there was a pause and
Speaker 1: the pattern would start again. I felt like I was
Speaker 1: being watched too. I would listen to the knox for
Speaker 1: a while, and then I decided to answer it myself
Speaker 1: on the red tip beside the dog kennel. After doing
Speaker 1: three sets of these thumps, the sounds from the woods stopped.
Speaker 1: I went back to cutting wood. On Sunday, September the
Speaker 1: twenty seventh, twenty twenty, I went out to feed the
Speaker 1: dogs and cats, and I found my dog in the
Speaker 1: hog pen dead. I found him exactly where he had
Speaker 1: slept in the pin with his neck broken and his
Speaker 1: head twisted around looking backwards. His eyes were open with
Speaker 1: his right front leg dislocated pointing back over his show.
Speaker 1: I went back inside our house and I told my
Speaker 1: wife what I had found. My wife is a forensic
Speaker 1: anthropologist with crime scene investigation training, so she was intrigued.
Speaker 1: She found the entry point over the barbed wire that
Speaker 1: was ripped down, and impressions inside the pen on solid ground.
Speaker 1: She even found a footprint just outside the pen that
Speaker 1: we took several cell phone pictures of. After our investigation,
Speaker 1: we buried my dog and we had a somber day
Speaker 1: of disbelief. The next morning, I went out to our
Speaker 1: greenhouse to put a water jug in. Again, I had
Speaker 1: the feeling that I was being watched. When I exited
Speaker 1: the greenhouse, my chickens came running, hoping that I would
Speaker 1: give them some cracked corn like I usually did. About
Speaker 1: halfway to the corn bend, I heard a grunt behind
Speaker 1: the greenhouse, and then I smelled that terrible odor, and
Speaker 1: I froze in my tracks. The chickens also froze and
Speaker 1: stretched their necks high, looking in the direction of that sound.
Speaker 1: They didn't move until I did. I went ahead and
Speaker 1: fed them the corn, and I walked back to the
Speaker 1: house and sat down in the swing on our patio.
Speaker 1: This was unnerving because I know what deer and wild
Speaker 1: hogs sound like when they grunt, and this was neither.
Speaker 1: That afternoon, I decided to put some lights in the
Speaker 1: backyard near the hog pen, because we had no security
Speaker 1: lights out there. While installing the lights, I sensed again
Speaker 1: that I was being watched and that odor was back.
Speaker 1: I install the lights, and the other dogs have stopped
Speaker 1: barking towards the woods at night, and everything seems to
Speaker 1: have calmed down. Back in the nineteen seventies, I used
Speaker 1: to hear horrible screams back in the woods where I hunted.
Speaker 1: It always happened when someone was with me. I don't
Speaker 1: know this again magnificance of that, but at least there
Speaker 1: were witnesses. It happened frequently enough that we stopped hunting
Speaker 1: that area. Now we hunt closer to the road, and
Speaker 1: from the seventies until now, there's been nothing out of
Speaker 1: the ordinary going on here. And this recent activity with
Speaker 1: my chickens and my dog being killed has changed me
Speaker 1: in a way that I don't understand. I've never been
Speaker 1: afraid of being out in the woods, but I'm a
Speaker 1: bit jumpy now. I never work outside without a gun.
Speaker 1: I haven't told anyone the latest things that have happened.
Speaker 1: I'm waiting to see if anyone else has had a
Speaker 1: similar experience. Thanks for your channel and hopefully understanding that
Speaker 1: I'm not crazy, Bobby, You're not crazy. You're not crazy
Speaker 1: at all. I hear this stuff all the time. I've
Speaker 1: never experienced it, but apparently people have these type of
Speaker 1: experiences all the time, and I think I've only got
Speaker 1: one or two stories up with where Bigfoot was suspected
Speaker 1: in killing a dog. That's the part about this story
Speaker 1: that breaks my heart because I love dogs, and I
Speaker 1: hate the fact that your dog was killed in such
Speaker 1: a violent way. Maybe he never felt it sounds like
Speaker 1: it was pretty quick. So but I'm sorry about the
Speaker 1: loss of your dog, and it sounds like you got
Speaker 1: bigfoot activity there. I don't know if there's anybody in
Speaker 1: your area you can call or know that might be
Speaker 1: able to help you, And I don't know if they
Speaker 1: could even help you if they knew about it. But
Speaker 1: this experience is not uncommon. I mean, people that have
Speaker 1: bigfoot on their property I mean, I think these kind
Speaker 1: of things happen a lot. I really appreciate you sharing
Speaker 1: this with us, Bobby. You did a good job right
Speaker 1: in it, and it's very clear we can all see
Speaker 1: what's going on. Thanks Buddy,