Speaker 1: I was returning to my hometown after being abroad for
Speaker 1: almost a decade. I was going from one of the
Speaker 1: most populated cities in Southeast Asia, where I had managed
Speaker 1: to survive some nine years traversing endless seas of people,
Speaker 1: subway stations, and taxis, and I was going back to
Speaker 1: my small town routes in North Carolina. To say I
Speaker 1: was looking forward to my return trip would be an understatement.
Speaker 1: I'm a country boy at heart, and even in the
Speaker 1: big city, I never lost that part of me. One
Speaker 1: of the first things on my long to do list
Speaker 1: was to get out to my parents' cabin and break
Speaker 1: out some fishing poles around dusk and catfish long into
Speaker 1: the night. Fishing had been a big part of my
Speaker 1: life and my favorite pastime before going abroad, and I
Speaker 1: couldn't wait to cast out get a line into the water.
Speaker 1: On my first night out to the cabin, I did
Speaker 1: just that. It was a glorious night. I could not
Speaker 1: have dreamed of better conditions. It was a warm summer's
Speaker 1: evening with fair skies and almost a full moon, absolutely
Speaker 1: perfect for fishing. There was no question that I was
Speaker 1: going to do some fishing down by the dock even
Speaker 1: though my father had warned me it was pretty shallow
Speaker 1: out there. The water could have been inches deep. For
Speaker 1: all I cared. I just wanted to go fishing, so
Speaker 1: that's what I did. I set up my pole, and
Speaker 1: I walked down to the dock, and I ready myself
Speaker 1: a nice comfortable spot with my pole rigged up in
Speaker 1: my first cold beer open and lying out in the water.
Speaker 1: I sat back and took a moment. Finally I was
Speaker 1: in my personal little heaven. As I sat there, I
Speaker 1: decided to get out my camera and take a few
Speaker 1: shots of the moon in the cabin. I've been taking
Speaker 1: a lot of photos in general, as I had no
Speaker 1: idea when I'd be getting back again once trip was over.
Speaker 1: I'd only been sitting there thirty minutes when off high
Speaker 1: and to the west, I could see a red ball
Speaker 1: of light moving and descending rapidly down in my direction.
Speaker 1: I didn't have time to think about what it was,
Speaker 1: or if it was a plane or a drone or
Speaker 1: anything I knew of. It obviously wasn't. It was a
Speaker 1: plasma like red ball, about the size of a grapefruit,
Speaker 1: and it seemed to admit its own dull, deeply red
Speaker 1: light and it would change shape as it appeared to
Speaker 1: react to the gravity of its movements. As it got
Speaker 1: to about fifty yards from me, it began to slow down, Thankfully.
Speaker 1: At this point, my instinct was to get the camera,
Speaker 1: so I began taking pictures of the orb as it
Speaker 1: slowly descended approximately thirty yards away to my left toward
Speaker 1: the water. I managed to zoom in on it and
Speaker 1: zoom out, feverishly taking photos as it stopped and hovered
Speaker 1: about three feet above the water. It hovered there for
Speaker 1: five seconds, and then it sped off to my left
Speaker 1: toward the bank and into the woods. That's where I
Speaker 1: lost sight of it. I can't say that I was scared.
Speaker 1: I really can't say if my feelings were positive or negative,
Speaker 1: but something told me to call it a night. Back
Speaker 1: at the cabin, I took a shower, and I picked
Speaker 1: up my phone to message my wife, who was waiting behind,
Speaker 1: to tell her that I was okay, and chat a
Speaker 1: bit before going to bed. We chatted about how our
Speaker 1: days had gone and what we'd done. Of course, who
Speaker 1: could top of UFO siding right? I told my wife
Speaker 1: what had happened, knowing she'd laugh and not believe me.
Speaker 1: She'd think I was kidding with her, as I often
Speaker 1: do about everything, only this time I wasn't kidding, and
Speaker 1: I had the photos to back it up. I randomly
Speaker 1: chose five photos of the fifteen or twenty that I
Speaker 1: had taken of the orb and I texted them her.
Speaker 1: Had I not after the following day, they would have
Speaker 1: all been lost at the bottom of the lake over
Speaker 1: which they had been taken. The following morning, at the cabin,
Speaker 1: I woke up hungry, as I'd gotten in the late
Speaker 1: that evening before, and I'd missed supper. I can't say
Speaker 1: I was jazzed up about my sighting and the photos
Speaker 1: that I had. At most, I figured i'd share a
Speaker 1: few photos on Facebook and other social media outlets. It's
Speaker 1: just something interesting that happened on my trip. After breakfast,
Speaker 1: I told my father what had happened, and I handed
Speaker 1: him my phone to scroll through the photos that I
Speaker 1: had taken. And you'd have to know my father to
Speaker 1: understand his reaction, but I could tell he believed it,
Speaker 1: and after all, there were photos to prove it. I
Speaker 1: put my phone away and began the rest of the day.
Speaker 1: After all, I had more fishing to do and Facebook
Speaker 1: would still be there when I was done. I used
Speaker 1: the rest of the day to fish and help out
Speaker 1: around the cabin a bit. I wanted to prepare an
Speaker 1: old canoe my father had for another catfishing excursion, this
Speaker 1: time using the canoe in deeper waters where I knew
Speaker 1: the big fish were well. Day turned into night and
Speaker 1: I was already prepared for my journey at chicken livers
Speaker 1: and fishing poles, my tackle box and life jacket and lights,
Speaker 1: and of course a shotgun. There were a lot of
Speaker 1: snakes out this year. Who knows whatever else was out there.
Speaker 1: I also packed my smartphone, which would remain at the
Speaker 1: red ege, just in case my little red friend decided
Speaker 1: to pay another visit. I set out for deeper waters
Speaker 1: where the larger fish lay, not so far from the
Speaker 1: dock of the cabin, just far out enough to get
Speaker 1: past the sandbar in the wash out from the creek
Speaker 1: which ran into Haiko Lake. I had rolled out about
Speaker 1: one hundred yards and I decided to set an anchor
Speaker 1: and ten feet of water, and I baited the hook
Speaker 1: of one of the fishing with my trusty chicken liver,
Speaker 1: and I began to rig up a second pole. No
Speaker 1: sooner had I had the second pole rigged. My first
Speaker 1: pole had a bite and it was something big, so
Speaker 1: I set the hook. The fight was on, but the
Speaker 1: catfish had a secret weapon, my anchor rope. He swam
Speaker 1: around the rope of my anchor, making me shift my
Speaker 1: body in order to try to get to the anchor
Speaker 1: and get it up, while hopefully somehow managing to still
Speaker 1: land this fish. Looking back, it was perhaps an overestimation
Speaker 1: of my own rusty abilities. I should have let go
Speaker 1: immediately in the melee, I lost the ever so delicate
Speaker 1: balancing act of canoe fishing and capsized. I emerged from
Speaker 1: the water the canoe completely turned over, with all the
Speaker 1: contents eight to ten feet underneath me. I turned the
Speaker 1: canoe back over, and with a little help from my
Speaker 1: small plastic container of chicken livers, I managed to bail
Speaker 1: out enough water to keep it floating. That catfish won
Speaker 1: the battle, but I had more important things on my mind,
Speaker 1: like finding all the items I knew were somewhere at
Speaker 1: the bottom of the lake. And one by one I
Speaker 1: dove down and I found each item. The shotgun was
Speaker 1: one of the more tricky ones, as it camouflaged itself
Speaker 1: quite nicely among the sticks and branches. Finally, it was
Speaker 1: down to my smartphone. I knew this would be tricky,
Speaker 1: if not impossible, but half of my trip and over
Speaker 1: three hundred photos were still on my sim card, and
Speaker 1: I wasn't going to give up without a fight. I
Speaker 1: must have doved down to the bottom fifty or more times,
Speaker 1: feeling around since visibility was about zero, but I never
Speaker 1: could emerge with the phone. I was getting tired, and
Speaker 1: I knew that I still had one hundred yards to
Speaker 1: cover over a sandbar with a water filled canoe. I
Speaker 1: resigned the phone and all photos lost, and I began
Speaker 1: the arduous task of salvaging the canoe in its contents.
Speaker 1: The events of what happened later that night have haunted
Speaker 1: me ever since. I returned to the dock, completely exhausted
Speaker 1: and wanting nothing more than to hit the shower and
Speaker 1: go to bed. I climbed the hill to the cabin
Speaker 1: and I reached the front porch. There, I decided i'd
Speaker 1: pause for a smoke and gathered myself before going inside.
Speaker 1: As I sat there in the rocking chair, enjoying my Marlborough,
Speaker 1: I got an eerie feeling of being watched. I leaned
Speaker 1: forward in the rocking chair and I turned my head
Speaker 1: towards the sky, hoping to see another orb. But before
Speaker 1: my eyes could reach the stars, something else caught my attention.
Speaker 1: Near the tops of the trees in our front yard,
Speaker 1: I saw four hovering figures, unmistakable figures that were darker
Speaker 1: than almost a full moonlit night, wearing dark hoods that
Speaker 1: covered their faces. It's difficult to express what I felt
Speaker 1: as I stood there looking at them and them looking
Speaker 1: at me. Now, I wasn't scared, I was in complete
Speaker 1: alle I closed my eyes and I opened them, but
Speaker 1: they were still there and still staring at me. They
Speaker 1: were the size of an average man, maybe a little shorter,
Speaker 1: and they stood out brilliantly on the bright night. I
Speaker 1: stood there for maybe a minute longer, and finally a
Speaker 1: feeling came over me, as if I'd seen too much
Speaker 1: and it was time for me to leave. So I
Speaker 1: took one last drag from my cigarette and I shoved
Speaker 1: it into the old sand bucket beside the rocking chair.
Speaker 1: I stood up and turned my back to them, and
Speaker 1: I walked into the cabin, where I opted out of
Speaker 1: the shower and I went straight to bed. I've never
Speaker 1: spoken of it since then, but what I saw that
Speaker 1: night is seared into my memory. I know the orb
Speaker 1: and the figures are related, but how and why where
Speaker 1: they're from? Well, your guess is as good as mine.
Speaker 1: The red Orb incident is a true story, and the
Speaker 1: photos are completely real, and to this day I am
Speaker 1: no closer to knowing what it was. I may be
Speaker 1: in the dark about what I saw, but one thing
Speaker 1: is completely clear to me. We are not alone. One time,
Speaker 1: a few friends and I traveled to a bothy, which
Speaker 1: is like an emergency shelter for hikers. We'd like to
Speaker 1: find new ones and stay there often. We went to
Speaker 1: I can't pronounce this smith Hup Bothy in the border
Speaker 1: region of England and Scotland. We got there and chopped
Speaker 1: wood and did everything you needed to do. Upon arrival,
Speaker 1: we had a couple of drinks and we got settled
Speaker 1: in and just when it got dark, I looked out
Speaker 1: the door of the bothie and I could see what
Speaker 1: looked like headlights coming from about a half a mile away.
Speaker 1: We hid because we didn't want to be found, and
Speaker 1: when we looked out again, the headlights joined into a
Speaker 1: single orb and began bobbing up and down. Then it
Speaker 1: zipped right up into the valley toward us, and we
Speaker 1: saw it had many different colors, sort of like a
Speaker 1: pie chart. We stood watching in amazement and trying to
Speaker 1: guess what it was. It moved quickly in a pattern
Speaker 1: of constant triangles, and it stayed there for a couple
Speaker 1: of hours. Now I know this sounds stupid, but we
Speaker 1: were actually bored looking at it. We all saw it,
Speaker 1: but only two of us wanted to talk about it.
Speaker 1: We listened to a football match on the radio, and
Speaker 1: we all fell asleep early. And when we woke up
Speaker 1: the next day, the grass in the valley had been
Speaker 1: flattened where the ORB had been. I like your show
Speaker 1: and I like to listen to it a lot. I
Speaker 1: noticed you have a few UFO and ORB stories for
Speaker 1: my part of the world, so I thought I would
Speaker 1: write to you until you mine. Well. Thank you for
Speaker 1: doing that. Yeah, well, I love UFO stories and ORB
Speaker 1: stories and alien abduction stories. Send them on. Okay, listen
Speaker 1: the podcast with a Bigfoot story. Someone left comment in
Speaker 1: the comment section the other day said why do you
Speaker 1: keep doing all these bigfoot stories? Want you do other stuff?
Speaker 1: And I thought, man, that's the first time anybody has
Speaker 1: ever said that, I do get burned out on these
Speaker 1: Bigfoot stories. But I get it because that's kind of
Speaker 1: how the channel originally started telling Bigfoot stories. But I
Speaker 1: did get I did get to one to read some
Speaker 1: some different type things, hauntings and you know other things UFOs.
Speaker 1: We've had a couple of those in this podcast, and
Speaker 1: I've never had anybody say that. I thought that was
Speaker 1: pretty cool. I wonder how many people will feel that way.
Speaker 1: You guys get burned out on Bigfoot. I do. I
Speaker 1: like doing them, but sometimes if I can just take
Speaker 1: a break for a podcast or two and a different story,
Speaker 1: it kind of revives me a little bit going back
Speaker 1: to Bigfoot. So anyway, let's end this up with a
Speaker 1: Bigfoot story. In the mid nineteen eighties, I joined a
Speaker 1: group of people on a hunting trip. The first morning,
Speaker 1: we didn't get out to our hunting location until seven
Speaker 1: point thirty, way after daylight. The location was a plateau
Speaker 1: above miles of timber and a waterway. Several other vehicles
Speaker 1: were already there when we arrived, and the last thing
Speaker 1: I was going to do was walk into another hunter's
Speaker 1: location during the daylight. The other three headed west for
Speaker 1: the timber, and I went north as there were no
Speaker 1: tracks in the snow headed that way. One of the
Speaker 1: other guys warned me that I would be going into
Speaker 1: a forty square miles of timber and swamp land, and
Speaker 1: it was easy to get lost there perfect I told him.
Speaker 1: I let him know I'd be hunting until dusk and
Speaker 1: not to leave without me. I walked downhill on a
Speaker 1: game trail for one hundred and fifty yards, and to
Speaker 1: my right side was an entanglement of brier bushes at
Speaker 1: least six feet high with massive thorns. It stretched from
Speaker 1: the top of the hill, just short of the park vehicles,
Speaker 1: all the way to the bottom of the hill. No
Speaker 1: one in their right mind would attempt to walk through
Speaker 1: those heavily intertwined briars, because even the heaviest protective honting
Speaker 1: clothes would be ripped to shreds. Once I reached the
Speaker 1: bottom of the long hill, I had a thirty foot
Speaker 1: wide waterway to cross. Luckily, a falling tree allowed access
Speaker 1: to the other side, but halfway across a tree branch
Speaker 1: broke and I fell in. I managed to throw the
Speaker 1: sling of my thirty thirty over a branch and pull
Speaker 1: myself back up onto the log before my feet sunk
Speaker 1: anymore into the silt in the river bottom. I made
Speaker 1: it to the bank and I dumped the water out
Speaker 1: of my boots and I started walking to dry myself
Speaker 1: off on dry land again. I looked for track in
Speaker 1: the snow, but I didn't see any. I headed for
Speaker 1: high ground for a panoramic view, and I saw that
Speaker 1: in the area where I crossed the log were fresh
Speaker 1: tracks right next to me. Now, at first glance, they
Speaker 1: appeared to be black bear tracks. It must have seen
Speaker 1: me fall in the water and figured that it would
Speaker 1: check me out just in case I was an easy meal.
Speaker 1: I was wary, but I kept on high ground to
Speaker 1: keep an eye on my surroundings. I saw some deer
Speaker 1: heading east in front of me, but I didn't have
Speaker 1: a good shot. After hours of little to no action,
Speaker 1: I went back toward the water to head toward the
Speaker 1: vehicles and my ride back. At that point in the day,
Speaker 1: the cloud cover had become thick and the snowfall was heavy.
Speaker 1: It was getting close to dusk, so I quickened my
Speaker 1: pace towards the vehicles. By the time I reached the
Speaker 1: fallen log across the waterway. The snow had turned into
Speaker 1: a blizzard, and thankfully this time I crossed the water
Speaker 1: without issue, though it was pitch dark at that point
Speaker 1: with very limited visibility. When I finally made it up
Speaker 1: the hill and passed the wall of briars to the
Speaker 1: spot where the vehicles were parked, I realized everyone had
Speaker 1: left without me. I was stranded in the middle of
Speaker 1: nowhere in a blizzard. I waited for twenty minutes when
Speaker 1: I heard a noise come from downhill. I thought it
Speaker 1: must be another hunter from the area, but the visibility
Speaker 1: was near zero, so I couldn't see him. I yelled
Speaker 1: down to him, thinking it might help him find his
Speaker 1: way up the hill, but there was no reply, so
Speaker 1: I yelled down again. Still I got no response, but
Speaker 1: I could hear him heading uphill toward me. He wasn't
Speaker 1: going along the snow covered game trail, though he was
Speaker 1: coming up through the briar patch. Now there was no
Speaker 1: way a human could have traveled through it. Even a
Speaker 1: bear would have avoided it. But there I stood, listening
Speaker 1: to the briars crunching snipe under this thing's feet. Is
Speaker 1: it took one step after another going through this impenetrable
Speaker 1: briar patch with little effort, the way a regular person
Speaker 1: would get through knee high grass. I yelled down again
Speaker 1: to whatever it was, convinced at this point that I
Speaker 1: was not dealing with a human. I got no reply,
Speaker 1: but I did hear it stopped for a few seconds
Speaker 1: before continuing through the briers and closer to me. I
Speaker 1: had an experience with three bigfoot on a fishing trip once.
Speaker 1: They were eight feet in height, totally black, but they
Speaker 1: were friendly. But this time felt different. I was scared.
Speaker 1: All I had was a thirty thirty, which wasn't enough
Speaker 1: to stop a bigfoot. At best, I would be able
Speaker 1: to fire a warning shot to hopefully change his mind
Speaker 1: from coming in my direction. I yelled down one more time,
Speaker 1: letting it know that I would be forced to fire
Speaker 1: if it came any closer. Still, there was no response.
Speaker 1: I heard it stop and then start toward me again.
Speaker 1: I fired around near his location and listened to the
Speaker 1: silence for a few seconds. After that, then I heard
Speaker 1: it getting closer again. I fired another round in the
Speaker 1: same location, and I listened to the silence again, and
Speaker 1: then I heard the sound of it approaching once more.
Speaker 1: If this beast was mad before, it had to be
Speaker 1: really pissed by now. I realized my option at that
Speaker 1: point would be to fire a headshot when it came
Speaker 1: into view, and I backed up a few feet and
Speaker 1: readied myself for a split second shot, listening to this
Speaker 1: thing get closer and closer. Just then I heard something
Speaker 1: to my right. It was a pickup truck, and it
Speaker 1: came to a stop and I jumped in. The guy
Speaker 1: in the back seat asked why I didn't unload my
Speaker 1: rifle when I was supposed to, and all I could
Speaker 1: say was, you do not want to know the answer
Speaker 1: to that question. Lord knows what would have happened if
Speaker 1: that pickup had not return when it did a few
Speaker 1: seconds later, and this story would have ended a whole
Speaker 1: lot differently. Oh, man, I bet it would have. That's
Speaker 1: a cool story. This guy had experiences with Bigfoot before,
Speaker 1: so apparently he knew what he was dealing with, since
Speaker 1: this thing wasn't answering him, and he knew what it
Speaker 1: sounded like coming through that big, thick briar patch. But
Speaker 1: this was exciting, great story. Oh just imagine this happening
Speaker 1: to you. It would just scare me to death. Scare
Speaker 1: me to death, but I'm sure glad he sent the
Speaker 1: story to us so we could all enjoy it. Hey, y'all,
Speaker 1: thanks for listening to a podcast. Wasn't very long, but
Speaker 1: I had a few minutes this afternoon waiting on some
Speaker 1: answers on some questions I have on a job I'm
Speaker 1: working on. I thought, well, I'll just keep being productive
Speaker 1: and record a podcast. So I recorded this real quick,
Speaker 1: edited it, and got it up for everyone to enjoy.
Speaker 1: Me included all right, I appreciate y'all, and we'll see
Speaker 1: you on the next one. Thanks Older added