Speaker 1: My encounter took place in Spencer County, Indiana, in July
of twenty ten. I was working as a city police
officer at the time. It had recently moved in with
a friend in the area. The house, set on several
acres mostly forested. Spencer County is a spooky place. My
friends can attest to that. I've had all manner of
unexplainable weirdness happened to me up there. My friend had
been called away on business out of town, so I
was on my own for a few days. I had
been living in my new place for about three weeks,
and it was my day off. I'd been working third shift.
I was up late trying to unpack the rest of
my things and clean up the place a bit when
I started getting an uneasy feeling of being watched. At first,
I shrugged it off and I put my side arm
on my hip and I continued working. A few hours later,
a decent sized rock hit the front window. It didn't
break the window, but I about jumped out of my skin.
I retrieved my shotgun, stepped out onto the front porch,
and I racked around in the chamber, figuring I was
dealing with trespassers or methods. I saw him just inside
the tree line, maybe forty yards away. It was dark out,
but the porch light was bright enough to see the
large silhouette crouching down. And then he stood up. Now
I'm about five foot eight and the porch is about
three feet off the ground, and from what I could see,
we were close to eye to eye level. My fault was,
what is this big dude doing way out here in
the middle of nowhere in the wee hours of the night.
And then it dawned on me all at once what
I was looking at. I was a veteran cop and
had been in many dangerous situations. At that point in
my life, not much of anything could rattle me. I
couldn't say that anymore. I stood there, wide eyed and frozen,
with my shotgun cradled in both arms and across my
chest as he and I regarded each other. The few
seconds of our encounter seemed to last for hours. When
he gave me a loud snort and then he retreated
back into the woods. I could hear his departure as
the limbs cracked. I think he was letting me know
that he was leaving. Now I never once felt threatened.
I thought to aim my weapon at him, but I'd
decided against it. I think he was just curious, and
I don't think he wished me any harm. I went
back into the house and thought about what I had seen.
I didn't sleep at all that night. At first light,
I decided to drive to my station and get my
high powered rifle from my patrol old car just in case.
On my way there, I saw a friend of mine.
He's a county deputy, and he was sitting at a
local gas station. I stopped to say hi, and he
started telling me about this night. It had been looking
for a large man in a gilly suit prowling around
my neck of the woods. Then he asked if I
had seen anything. Well. I told him what I had seen,
figuring he would tease me about it, but he didn't.
Made a solemn face and he said, oh, it's just
him again. He proceeded to tell me of the reports
and incidents that he had been involved in, and that
from time to time our mutual friend would come out
and cause some mischief. Years later I started really trying
to learn about them. One of your videos mentioned an
encounter about four miles as the crow flies from where
I had mine, and another channel talked about a sighting
six miles away from me. I guess my friend has
been making the rounds. In the nineteen sixties, we lived
in the city of Pittsburgh on a hill that was
undermined with old mine shafts. I was twelve years old
and running from the woods nearby to go home and
eat supper. You got into big trouble if you missed
supper in my home. So I ran up the trail
as fast as I could get there. I was running
and I saw something move to my right, not that
far off the trail. I stopped in my tracks when
I saw it, and for a minute or two, I
found myself playing a silly game with a seven foot
tall brown and red haired creature. It was a bigfoot.
I had never in my life seen anything like this.
At that time, Frankenstein and the werewolf were the only
scary things I knew about. He would slide behind a
tree and look from one side and then too the other,
peeking at me as I moved forward back to see
him and watch what he was doing. At one point,
I decided that I'd had enough and I ran like
hell out of there. I never said a word to
my mother and my father about it either. Only recently
did I tell my wife of fifty four years. And
then two short years ago, I was golfing at Whitewater
Creek in Fayettville, Georgia. It was mid December and most
of the leaves had fallen off the trees. Two golf
carts pulled up to the number sixteen tea box, which
was beside two ponds. We started getting out when my
buddy next to me shouted, Hey, Dave, there's bigfoot. We
looked across the pond into the woods, and sure enough
we saw something massive and black walking through the trees
not sixty feet from us. Well, I couldn't see all
of it, but enough to know what we were looking at.
My buddy and I turned the cart around and drove
to the edge of the woods where the thing had walked.
And when I pulled up to the edge of the trees,
we saw the thing walking right toward us. When my
buddy slapped my legs, shouting, let's get out of here.
But I wasn't ready to go, and I shouted and
I whistled at the thing, and then I watched him
walk off and go back the way he came. The
sun hit its back for a few seconds, and I
could see it's jet black fur, and it's a massive
arm and shoulder and part of its head. We watched
it go over the little hill and out of sight
toward a whitewater creek. And when my buddy and I
got back to the others, we opened a beer and
did not talk about what we had seen. And it
wasn't until two years later that my friend spoke about
it again. He said it looked like a big, black
fifty five gallon oil drum walking on two legs during
the summertime. The woods are so thick with leaves that
you can't see five feet through the trees and bushes.
But I'm sure it's still out there, though, and that
we got lucky to see it when we did. I
once met a young lady from an indigenous tribe in
British Columbia. Her grandmother lived in Victoria and had a
big house with a deck and a fence din yard.
On the other side of the fence was forest land,
and Bigfoot was well known to be all around that area.
She used to babysit her nieces and nephews at her
grandma's house. While she was there, she could hear the
bigfoots wood claps and chatter and screams. She could see
them interacting with each other inside the trees. Whenever Bigfoot
was around, she and the children were not allowed outside
because they were not allowed to disturb them. She was
raised to believe that bigfoot are keepers of the land.
She was taught that if she didn't bother them, the
Bigfoot families would not bother her. Whenever the creatures got
spooked by a nearby human, the mama Bigfoot would tell
the little ones to hide while she and the others
saddled up next to the trees and blended into the surroundings.
One time, she was watching a group of bigfoots on
the other side of the fence when something in the
woods alerted them. She watched them quickly hide among the trees,
each of them planted so perfectly that it was hard
to tell they were even there. That conversation has stayed
with me all these years. I found it fascinating how
calm and comfortable she was talking about them, about the
forest neighbors she coexisted with so peacefully, She said, she
wasn't allowed to tell anyone where her grandma lived, otherwise
people would come out to bother them. Thank you for
all you do. I love and appreciate your channel sign Marcy.
I am a lifelong resident of Ross County, Ohio. My
first sighting of a bigfoot came in nineteen ninety nine
when I I was eleven years old. My family and
I were in the car returning home from Illinois after
visiting my aunt and uncle for Thanksgiving. I remember staring
out of my window and looking into the trees when
I saw something furry and tall and black walking through
the thicket. I probably saw it for six seconds, but
it felt like an eternity, watching this thing ambling along
like it didn't have a care in the whole world.
I blurted out, I saw a bigfoot, just like Harry
and the Hendersons. I saw one right now in the woods. Well,
my mom gave me a weird look, and my sister
did somewhat the same, and she called me a dork.
Dad said something like, that's malarkey, Fred, bigfoot isn't real. Well,
I protested, and I doubled down, but my dad said
it was probably a local guy wearing a big coat
out there, and then I let it go since I
knew none of them believed me anyway. And then we
come to April of twenty twenty one. My parents own
a few acres of land not far from the family house.
In the middle of that land is a small cabin
surrounded by trees. My family members have used a cabin
over the years for various things like parties and celebrations,
and as a place to hunt for deer during the season.
One time, on a visit to the cabin, I was
in the process of unloading my jeep when I saw
something standing just fifteen feet from me. It was closely
observing what I was doing. It had reddish fur four
inches long. I think it was a juvenile bigfoot. It
cautiously approached me until we were ten feet apart. It
was only five feet tall, and it smelled like a
dog that had never had a bath in its life.
When it was closer, I could see it wasn't a
juvenile bigfoot after all. It had very human looking like features,
not like that of a gorilla or a primate. His
nose was a lot like mine, albeit a little broader,
and his lips were like a person's had a short
neck and long arms, and its hands hung down past
its knees. While diminutive in stature, it was wide and
muscular everywhere nonetheless, and then I saw that it was
missing an ear looked like it had been torn off.
He had a large scar that started under his right eye,
and it ran down over his lips. The scar continued
downward and then hooked right, giving in an l shape.
Something or someone had clearly harmed this creature. My final
thought was that he was a bigfoot with some type
of dwarfism. No, I wasn't scared. I didn't feel threatened
or intimidated by him. I think he was just curious
and wanted to investigate. He stood there and he tilted
his head sideways at me, and he gave me a big, dopey,
goofy smile, grinning at me like we were friends and
he'd known me his entire life. He turned around and
walked back toward the forest. Then he smiled at me
one more time, and he went into the woods, and
then he was out of sight. The next morning, I
had just sat down for my breakfast when I noticed
he had returned. He was looking in the window and
smiling that dope. He smile at me once again. He
looked at my breakfast, and he licked his lips like
he was hungry. So I took my plate carefully and
opened the front door and walked outside. I returned his
smile and placed the food on the porch and took
two steps back. He looked down at the food and
back up at me like he was saying, is this
for me? I maintained my smile as he picked up
the plate and turned around and went back into the woods,
just like the day before. He smiled at me again,
and then he disappeared. Later that evening, I went out
to the jeep and I placed some fruit and cheese
and chocolate on the hood. When I peeeded out almost
an hour later, all of that was gone. The next day,
he didn't show up. When I was having breakfast, I
ate and I went outside, and then I noticed some
items on the hood of my jeep where I'd left
the food for him. There were three polished blue rocks,
a large flint arrowhead, a Susan B Anthony dollar coin,
a torn Canadian twenty dollar bill with bike marks on it,
and a pine cone in the head and arm of
a Barbie Doll. The night before I went back home,
I saw two triangle shaped ufo silently floating near the cabin.
They moved up around each other as though they were dancing,
and when I took a couple of steps off the
porch for a better view, they stopped in midair as
though they had noticed me. After a few seconds, they
shot straight up into the sky and they were gone.
I don't know if they had anything to do with Bigfoot,
but it felt like more than just a incidents. Now.
I never did see that Bigfoot again, but my wish
is that wherever he is, he's well as a man
coming from a family of non believers. Thank you for
letting me get this off of my chest, he signs Fred.
This is a story about an evil spirit. Let's see
what the writer has to say. I was attending the
University of Utah in Salt Lake City, and on weekends,
when I wasn't working or loaded with homework, I would
head up into the Wasatch Mountains to fish, camp or
hike around the many lakes. The skies at night were
absolutely amazing, and I would stargaze for hour, watching the
comments and finding constellations. I love seeing the wildlife roaming,
and I never got tired of being surrounded by the
peace and solitude of nature. I love the evergreens and
the aspen trees, and the colors of the evening and
dawn that seemed to be painted in the sky. It's
a gorgeous country up there. On one summer night, I
went fishing with one of my buddies. We had a
great spot on the river to catch rainbow trout, which
always tastes amazing over a campfire. After dinner, we went
to an overlook to watch the animals that would pass
by lower in the valley. We didn't need flashlights. The
moon was full and so bright that we could see
our shadows well. We were sitting on the front of
his car and talking about school and work and fish
and life in general. After about an hour, I felt
the creepy sensation that something was watching me. I knew
we were alone out there, so I thought it might
be in my head, and I said nothing to my friend.
But then a few minutes later the feeling became gradually
more intense and dark. I felt the vibe that can
only be described as evil, angry, mocking, pure evil. Whoever
or whatever it was I could feel it standing just
away from the back of the car. There's something really
scary going on. Someone's behind us, I quietly told my friend.
They just looked at me and shrugged. Oh, yeah, I know,
I see him a lot. If I hadn't been in
a state of near panic at that point and had
been able to think straight, I would have tossed my
friend down the mountain and left without him what I
asked him in pure confusion and panic. You know we
need to go now, I said. I slid off the
hood of the car and got inside, careful not to
look up and back toward the trunk. But my friend
took us time getting in, started the car, and slowly
drove off. All the while I was next to him
shouting for him to hit the gas and get us
the hell out of there. My heart was racing, my
hands were shaking, and my face felt hot. It was
sheer terror. I had never experienced fear like this before,
and I'm happy to if not have felt it. Since
the further away we drove the calmer, I felt whatever
it was it had stayed behind. Once I calmed down
a bit, I asked my friend how long he had
known that evil spirit had been there, and why it
was there, and why in the world didn't we leave.
As soon as he knew what was going on, he
told me that he was used to it, and I
actually described what the spirit looked like. When I got home,
I prayed like there was no tomorrow, that this thing
would stay away from me. I eventually distanced myself from
my friend after he told me about numerous dark experience
he had had and that he had no intention of
ridding himself of the sources of evil. There's most definitely
good versus evil, and light versus dark in this world
that we don't usually see, but if we're sensitive enough,
we can. I certainly feel it. I was never into
the occult or Ouiji boards or anything like that. I
never dabbled in activity seeking out the darkness because I
didn't want to find it. Now that I'm married and
I have kids, I warned my family of the dangers
that are lightly hidden there, just beyond our perception. Although
this happened to me many years ago, Unfortunately, I'll never
forget a second of the encounter or the feelings that
came with it. Okay, I'm going to bring up an
archive story, just one for this podcast, But if you're
skipping these archived stories, I would encourage you to listen
to this one to get a little taste of how
good these stories are that I was doing five or
six years ago. They're just as good as the stories
I do now. But some of them had a particular
twist or a bit of humor in them, or something
unusual that you don't hear much, you know, in these
creature type circles. But I think you'll enjoy this archive
if you'll just listen in. I think it's about fifteen
sixteen minutes long, but it's the way if you've heard
it before, it's probably worth listening again, So I hope
you enjoy it. So here's an archived story. I did
it in a podcast five years ago. This encounter took
place in Maryland back in the summer of nineteen sixty two.
The knowledge of a bigfoot creature was not common, and
I never knew of their existence. Then this one special,
eventful day, My interaction with a strange creature was forever
embedded deeply within my memories. It was not until years
later that I learned exactly what it was that I
had seen. Before getting into the details, of my encounter.
I want to give you a better picture of the
environment as it was back in nineteen sixty two. If
you walk to the east, you're an end of the
road that I lived on, and made a left, you
would be on a road going north that would dead
end too the woods, and continued north into the woods
to a trail the woods was about a mile wide
north and south and many miles long east and west.
By following the river, you would be able to enter
the Pacapsco Valley State Park completely indiscreet. Guys, I'm sorry
about my pronunciation. The United States has chosen some of
the weirdest names to give places, but they're probably good names.
I just can't pronounce them, and you just got to
deal with that. Proceeding down the trail about a half
a mile into the woods, you had three choices. If
you went to the right, you would run into a
lake or swamp combo that was completely overrun by nature,
making it difficult for most people to venture around the perimeter.
My friends and I were probably the only teens that
did this occasionally. It was worth the thrashing that we
would have to endure by the weeds and thorns because
you always ran into many animals, birds, reptiles, and other wildlife. Well,
now back to the trail. My encounter took place in
the early morning during the month of June in nineteen
sixty two and I was twelve and a half years old.
My closest friend and I would terrorize everything in the
swamp and woods every day of our summer vacation and
after school hours when it was in season. We could
not get enough of it. We had become very proficient
with our air rifles, able to hit dragonflies right out
of the air while flying. This one particular morning in June,
as I went to get my friend for our daily ritual,
he sadly said in protest that he had to go
somewhere with his mother that day. I did not let
that stop me, however, and to make him feel even worse,
I reassured him that I was still going. I knew
the sight of just watching me walk off into the
woods while he could not would really haunt him through
the day with his mother. Well a smile on my face.
I went to the end of our road, made the
left and entered the woods. After proceeding past the dead end.
When I got to the split, I looked right and left,
deciding which way needed me the most. The swimming pond
wasn't any fun for the horror that I was about
to unleash on the swamp inhabitants, so I went to
the left. I climbed up the embankment, across the flat area,
and down the other side to the swamp. I stood
there several minutes at the edge of the swamp, but
then I realized that something immediately seemed different. Surprisingly, I
didn't see or hear any wildlife or any of the
usual chatter of the birds. The more I paid attention
to the silence, the more it raised my curiosity, and
then I suddenly had the strongest feeling that I was
being watched. I can't explain it, but it was something
that made me feel very uneasy. I started looking around
into the woods, but I didn't see anything. It was
not until I turned around one hundred and eighty degrees
with my back to the swamp and looked at the
embankment that I had just descended. There, about forty yards
away and hugging a good sized tree from behind, was
this huge, hairy creature standing on two legs. Its arms
were around the tree and It was facing me, leaning
out to its left side from its midsection, keeping its
lower body behind the tree, just peering around and watching me.
It was not doing a good job of hiding, because
it was much wider than the sixteen inch wide tree,
and from my point of view, there was about a
foot of exposed chest and shoulder on its left side,
and maybe two feet of its mass on the exposed
right side, where its head was. I was immediately taking
all of this in, realizing it was much taller than
any man I had ever seen, and unbelievably huge and muscular.
The body was covered with long, brownish colored hair, and
only part of the upper chest and parts of the
face were hairless. The head was big, and I thought
to myself that the top of its large head looked
like the end of a football. We stared at each
other for what seemed like an eternity, and then, for
whatever brilliant reasoning on my part, in an attempt to
scare it away, I raised my Sheridan Blue Streak air rifle,
which was pumped to the mix. I shot and hit
the creature in the most exposed part of its chest,
and to my amazement, it didn't even flinch. Not a
good idea, I thought, But I knew that it had
to hurt because I have to say that my Sheridan
was one of, if not the most powerful air rifle
available during that time, and it was able to pierce
a metal milk can. If you've ever shot a BB
or pellet rifle in the sunlight, you can sometimes see
the sun reflecting on the projectile as it's being propelled
to the target. This is what happened that day. I
could see the pellet all the way until it hit
the creature. Now, if once wasn't enough. After seeing my
shot had no effect on this creature me and all
my infinite teen knowledge that I could muster, I decided
to shoot it again, and so I did. I saw
the twenty caliber pellet hit in just about the same
spot on its exposed chest. When I saw that this
shot had no effect either, my immediate thought was why
the heck did I just do that? Then, to show
me that I was having the right thought, the creature
stepped out from behind the tree, showing me just how
massive he was, and also to imply that didn't hurt
a bit. Boy. I now say descriptively he because when
he stepped from behind the tree. My golf ball sized
eyes dropped from his head and chest, and realized that
it was definitely a male. I could not look away
or believe what I was seeing. Was he offering me
a new target. I quickly dismissed this thought because up
to now he was not aggressive, and I knew that
if I took that third shot at his newly revealed
lower region, that this would end very badly for me.
And I can see this kid going should I shoot
it or should I not? That was all that I needed,
because then I realized that I needed a good new
plan fast. My first plan had failed of trying to
get this thing to run away so I could get
out of there by my same trail home that I
had come in on. To make matters even worse, I
think I only had succeeded in pissing this huge creature off,
and just to be sure that I had accomplished that,
and to be sure it was absolutely pissed off, I
had shot it that second time, I avoided taking that
tempting third shot, and my new plan was very simple.
Run like hell. I had only one other option as
an avenue of escape, and that was to go into
the woods to the north towards the swimming lake and
get to that housing community on the other side. It
was not a decision that I wanted to make, but
under the circumstances with the doubly shot pissed off big
hairy creature, I know what they say about running from
an animal and being chased as prey. Despite this, I
was out of option, so I immediately ran and lit
up that trail and probably amazed that creature so much
that if it was capable of thought, it was probably
thinking I never knew that could move that fast. I
probably resembled the cartoon character the road Runner, burning a
trail out of there. I made that trip in record time,
even though it dumped me out miles away from home.
I was happy, just happy to again see people, and
the fact that the creature did not chase me or
retaliate for me giving it such a whipping. It probably
just dismissed everything as it walked casually away and thought
what a stupid kid, and just decided to just leave
me alone, and probably shaking its head at our encounter
as it departed, happy to have its own story to
tell to its own family. But this story does not endhere.
When I safely got back home, I began rounding up
some friends, and after several hours of convincing them that
I was not crazy, six fearless or stupid teenage warriors
went back to the woods equipped with air guns and
baseball bats. Our scouring the woods by the swamp did
not reveal the creature, and I was not disappointed because
I was afraid it would still be hacked off at me,
remembering that I was the one that shot it. During
our search, we did find an obvious bedding area that
was made from soft pine branches carefully arranged and they
were completely mashed down. The location of this bed was
at the top of an embankment, just off the trail
that I had walked on to get to the swamp
that morning. I think I had walked right past it.
The creature may have been hiding, laying there sleeping and
seeing me. It was probably hiding and staying out of view.
I don't know where it was and where it came
from into the woods that morning, but the bed was
in perfect strategic location to see the trails in the
surrounding area. I've since moved to another state, but during
a trip back to Maryland. In twenty fifteen, I revisited
that area. I parked my car where the woods once were,
now a new subdivised housing parking lot, which was built
right next to that swamp and on top of the
now filled in swimming lake which gave way to this project.
I had a tear in my eyes. I walked over
to what was left of the swamp where my encounter
took place and which had occupied so much of my
time as a typical young boy growing up. Only a small,
defiant and disrespected area of the swamp still remained, and
only a hint of what it once was. It was
now home to litter and discarded items unwanted by the
housing community. I was completely shocked that with the addition
of the new roads and all the lakes that had
been filled in and built with this housing project's woods cut,
and the erection of two churches, three schools, and a
library on that property, that this small area was still
even there. Amazingly, that the exact spot where I had
stood at the edge of the swamp that eventful day
had survived for whatever reason, despite all the human encroachment
and development. I walked over to the remaining swamp and
I stood in the exact spot at the edge of
the swamp where I stood in nineteen sixty two, and
then I began turning the one hundred and eighty degrees.
Not knowing what to expect or what I would see,
I completed the turn the same as I had done
that special day, and to my surprise, standing on that
hill there like a monument, was the same tree, but
this time it was standing alone. As I looked at
the tree, I got a cold chill and noticed that
it was now a little wider around its midsection. But
then again, so am I. You can use my story
and my name. I have nothing to hide. I have
remained an active hunter throughout my life and spent many
many hours in the woods, gaining much respect for the
animal and nature. Regrettably, I never saw anything like that again.
Though every day I regret shooting that bigfoot and wish
that I could have just thrown it an apple from
my lunch bag instead, I respect the fact that this
creature remained calm and did not retaliate for my poor decisions,
and thank God that I did not take that third shot.
Thank you for listening to this podcast and listening this far.
I really appreciate you. Just a reminder. I'm going to
be at the Smoky Mountain Bigfoot Conference in late July.
I need to look up the date and put it
in my calendar. I just hadn't had a minute to
do it yet. And we're supposed to have stuff to
sell there, and I don't have anything to sell. I
think I've got about three weeks to order something and
get it in so I can have stuff to sell
at my booth. And I hate I just hate that stuff.
I don't know. I'm a I'm not a gadget T
shirt kind of salesperson. I don't I don't know. I
just don't like all that stuff. I don't want to
sell you anything. But I'm supposed to have something there
to sell, so I'm trying to find some T shirts.
Problem with T shirts is you have to get every
conceivable size, from kids to women to men or real
big men to real big women, and you have to
buy so much stuff that it actually you don't sell
at all, and it costs you money. I'm going to
do it. I'm going to bring something to sell you.
I won't make any money off of it anyway. All
that to say, I'm going to be there, and I
think I'm hosting a section of the conference where people
actually get up and tell their stories. I need to
contact the organizers of the event ask them exactly what
I'm supposed to do, because I don't know. I don't
do this kind of stuff. They asked me to do,
it said, they said, they pay for my hotel room,
which is the only thing that clicked me over into
doing it, because every time I go to these conferences
it cost me a fortune because I have to buy
all this junk to sell, and I don't sell. I
don't sell half of it. Anyway. I know I'm kind
of sound like a Debbie Downer, but I don't know.
I just don't like losing money, you know, That's all
it is. But maybe this will work out. Heck, the
hotels in that area are like three hundred and fifty
bucks a night. How many T shirts do you have
to sell just to pay for that? Plus all your gas,
time away from work, et cetera, et cetera. But I
will enjoy being there, will be I think my son's
coming with me. We're gonna sit there together, and hopefully
we'll get to see some people we've seen before. And
maybe meet some new people. Yeah. Now I'm supposed to
do a video to send to the organizers. I haven't
done that yet. I'll probably do that today and send
it to them. Anyway, I'll be at the Smoky Mountain
Bickford Conference in Gatlinburg. I want to say, is July
the twenty whatever, the last Saturday in July is. It's
a one day deal, and so if you're going, you
might want to get up if you want to. You know,
if you don't live near there, you're going. It's a
pretty good conference. I think they have some great speakers.
There's all kinds of booths there where people are selling stuff,
books and little gadgets and stuff like that. So when
you come by my booth, I'll be standing there with
some little chipyt shirts and not a very extravagant booth,
but I'll be there. I'd love to see you and
say hi. So y'all come out if you can. I
don't know how much it costs. I don't know what
day it's on, but just look up, do a Google
search or some kind of search on Smoky Mountain Bigfoot Conference, Gatlinburg, Tennessee.
It'll pop right up there at the top. All right,
thanks again for listening to the podcast, and we'll see
you guys on the next one. Thanks