Speaker 1: In nineteen ninety two, I met a man named Bob
Speaker 1: who became my best friend. He was twenty three years
Speaker 1: older than I was, but he was a character and
Speaker 1: we hit it off immediately. At the beginning of October,
Speaker 1: Bob and I drove an old Ford pickup truck and
Speaker 1: camper to a spot twenty miles into the Nez Pierce
Speaker 1: National Forest in north central Idaho. We would often take
Speaker 1: our outfit up and park it down an old side
Speaker 1: road directly in front of a forest service iron gate
Speaker 1: ten days prior to opening day. This ensured that we
Speaker 1: laid claim to that road and our favorite spot before
Speaker 1: the other locals and out of state hunters showed up.
Speaker 1: We hunted the same spot the same way with the
Speaker 1: same old camper for eleven years. After that time, we
Speaker 1: had memorized the entire area that we hunted. We knew
Speaker 1: how to sneak around and stalk and hide and get
Speaker 1: our four wheelers anywhere in our spot, and as a result,
Speaker 1: we never failed to bag at least one elk every year.
Speaker 1: Our daily routine was to get up before daylight every day.
Speaker 1: I would walk down the old logging road behind our
Speaker 1: camp while Bob walked up the road and we would
Speaker 1: meet up eventually after about three miles, all the while
Speaker 1: being in touch with walkie talkies. Then we would go
Speaker 1: back to camp and load up my pickup truck and
Speaker 1: see if any of our friends had shot anything or
Speaker 1: needed help, and then back to our camp for an
Speaker 1: evening hunt. Every night ended with Bob cooking us dinner
Speaker 1: and us sitting in the camper at the table, and
Speaker 1: we played cribbage, and we drank to access every day
Speaker 1: of our trip, and we would occasionally break up our
Speaker 1: routine with a trip to town to resupply and shower,
Speaker 1: and every now and then our fund would be interrupted
Speaker 1: by an obviously mentally handicapped elk that would wander into
Speaker 1: our sights. On the day of iron encounter, I was
Speaker 1: sitting in a little cutout on a bank of the
Speaker 1: logging road waiting for Bob to come into the clearcut. Now,
Speaker 1: this cutout was like an alcove that gave me one
Speaker 1: hundred and eighty degree view of a clear cut in
Speaker 1: front of me. It was also a great hiding spot,
Speaker 1: and you would have to be directly in front of
Speaker 1: me to see me. As I waited for Bob, I
Speaker 1: started to hear something on the game trail above me.
Speaker 1: It was working its way down the trail that crossed
Speaker 1: the road fifty feet to my left. Now, I'd seen
Speaker 1: several deer and elk and bear from this spot, so
Speaker 1: I assume that's what was coming toward me. I knew
Speaker 1: Bob would be entering the upper end of the clearcut
Speaker 1: soon and he might be able to see what I
Speaker 1: was hearing before I could. Our walkie talkies were specifically
Speaker 1: for hunting communication. They had a cord attached to an
Speaker 1: earpiece and a microphone. If you were careful, you could
Speaker 1: communicate with someone else without anyone else hearing. I listened
Speaker 1: to the thing above me make its way down the trail,
Speaker 1: and I kid my radio and I whispered to Bob
Speaker 1: that there was something right above me, and I asked
Speaker 1: if he could see it. He responded that he could
Speaker 1: see something coming down the trail, but he couldn't figure
Speaker 1: out what it was. He said that it was shorter
Speaker 1: than a deer, and it was much darker. He guessed
Speaker 1: it must have been a small bear. We decided to
Speaker 1: stay put so that we wouldn't spook the bear. And
Speaker 1: as I sat there waiting to see the bear emerge
Speaker 1: onto the road, I heard Bob say, Holy f He
Speaker 1: warned me not to move and to be ready to
Speaker 1: shoot if it discovered me. Well, ask him what the
Speaker 1: hell it was, and he responded with some very colorful
Speaker 1: language that didn't do anything but let me know that
Speaker 1: it was definitely not a bear. As I listened to
Speaker 1: Bob in my ear, trying to reason what he was
Speaker 1: looking at, my eyes were fixed on a spot that
Speaker 1: I knew it would move onto the road, and when
Speaker 1: it came into view, I witnessed a goliath of a
Speaker 1: being step onto the road and rock my entire world.
Speaker 1: As my mind scrambled to reconcile what I was seeing,
Speaker 1: Bob was in my ear repeating over and over, it's crawling.
Speaker 1: It's just effing's crawling. Now it's stood up. It stood up.
Speaker 1: Half of my mind was saying, well, don't worry, it's
Speaker 1: just a man, a big, hairy man, but the other
Speaker 1: half of my mind knew it was way too big
Speaker 1: for that to be true. Now, this thing took four
Speaker 1: steps diagonally away from me and disappeared over the opposite
Speaker 1: edge of the road, and it continued following the trail
Speaker 1: from Bob's vantage point. He could watch it for a
Speaker 1: long time as it made its way down through the
Speaker 1: bottom of the clearcut and up the other side. When
Speaker 1: it was a good eight hundred yards away or so
Speaker 1: and halfway up the other side, I made my way
Speaker 1: over to Bob and we watched it move into the
Speaker 1: standing tw on the other side of the canyon. At
Speaker 1: some point we started walking back toward our camp. During
Speaker 1: the entire three mile walk, we never said a word.
Speaker 1: We got back and we started drinking, and after passing
Speaker 1: the bottle back and forth a few times, I finally
Speaker 1: addressed what we had seen Bob. Was that a bigfoot?
Speaker 1: Bob nodded calmly, yes, he said. When the booze kicked in,
Speaker 1: we relived our encounter, and then we took stock of
Speaker 1: our arsenal, and we made the terrible decision to go
Speaker 1: back out with our four wheelers. When we arrived, we
Speaker 1: found that the ground was too hard to find any
Speaker 1: kind of footprints, but we were able to figure out
Speaker 1: that it was around eleven feet tall. Well, we were dumbfounded,
Speaker 1: and as we sat there, half drunk and talking about
Speaker 1: the height, we looked across the canyon and wondered if
Speaker 1: this thing was actually real. I found the spot where
Speaker 1: it had entered the opposite tree line. I wonder to
Speaker 1: myself if I could continue to spend time in the
Speaker 1: woods after seeing a myth come to life with my
Speaker 1: own eyes. And at that moment, my eyes became fixed
Speaker 1: on a dark spot on the other side of the canyon.
Speaker 1: There was something odd about it, so I grabbed my
Speaker 1: binoculars and brought the spot into view. My Lord, it
Speaker 1: was the same creature. It was just standing there still
Speaker 1: as a tree and looking at us. Bob, I said,
Speaker 1: that thing's looking right at us. Bob quickly took out
Speaker 1: his binoculars and found it too. My Lord, you're a
Speaker 1: big sob Bob said under his breath. We watched it
Speaker 1: turn and walked back into the trees, and it has
Speaker 1: been on my mind ever since that day. Bob and
Speaker 1: I never hunted in that spot again. We took our
Speaker 1: hunting more than one hundred miles away from there. We
Speaker 1: never used the old camper again and only did day hunts,
Speaker 1: and we stayed in moti Els. In December of twenty
Speaker 1: and nineteen, I received word that Bob had passed away.
Speaker 1: During the twenty seven years that I knew him. He
Speaker 1: went and got old on me and I never noticed.
Speaker 1: This man was a huge part of my life, and
Speaker 1: I'm grateful I had my bigfoot encounter with him. Oh
Speaker 1: that's a great story. No violence, nothing like that. They
Speaker 1: just saw it walk across the road. I bet that
Speaker 1: was a scary encounter. But I'm sorry you lost your
Speaker 1: good buddy, your buddy Bob. But I'm glad you got
Speaker 1: to experience that at that from a distance. I'm glad
Speaker 1: it didn't walk up on you and walk over you
Speaker 1: or step on you or something like that. That's a
Speaker 1: great story. I appreciate it. Thanks for sending it. Okay,
Speaker 1: here's another bigfoot story. That's what the writer says. I
Speaker 1: saw a whole family of them. One time I was
Speaker 1: fishing in a remote area. I was walking along a
Speaker 1: dirt road back to my truck and my dog was
Speaker 1: barking behind me and stopping intermittently. I would coax him
Speaker 1: to go further each time, until at last he barked
Speaker 1: and turned around and ran back the other way toward camp.
Speaker 1: This made me think, oh, no, did he smell a predator?
Speaker 1: And right after that, as the sun had just gone
Speaker 1: over the horizon, I saw a few small figures in
Speaker 1: the corner of my eye. I thought they might be
Speaker 1: cougar cubs. I grabbed a pepsi out of my bag
Speaker 1: and I threw it at them in fear, hoping it
Speaker 1: would drive them off. But that didn't work. I saw
Speaker 1: the two small figures fighting over the pepsi and grabbing
Speaker 1: it from each other like children. Well, this blew my mind.
Speaker 1: Then on the other side of the road, out of nowhere,
Speaker 1: appeared a larger bear or dog or an ape like creature.
Speaker 1: One on the immediate right of me was hooking shouldered,
Speaker 1: black figure with giant oval eyes of the color of
Speaker 1: a mountain dew bottle. It looked in my direction, but
Speaker 1: it didn't look at me. It looked more through me.
Speaker 1: I walked in fear and astonishment right by it, and
Speaker 1: it looked away from me like I didn't exist. I
Speaker 1: later told my friend whose family fished there at that spot,
Speaker 1: and I thought I had seen a ghost. But he
Speaker 1: told me that they were bigfoot, that there were families
Speaker 1: of them there and they had all seen them too.
Speaker 1: She said she saw one running across a nearby field
Speaker 1: in the middle of the day, and they were told
Speaker 1: that these creatures lived under the orchard just up the hill.
Speaker 1: There's absolutely no denying what I saw, and I have
Speaker 1: also been told of similar sightings by people not far
Speaker 1: downriver from where my encounter happened. The distinguishing features were
Speaker 1: the large green eyes and the long legs, and that
Speaker 1: they were hunched over. Now, this story is true, but
Speaker 1: I can't tell you where it happened. In my culture,
Speaker 1: it's not good to talk in detail about this sort
Speaker 1: of thing, otherwise folks might try to go and bother
Speaker 1: our bigfoot brothers. Well, that's probably a good idea. Don't
Speaker 1: tell people where you have your encounters. You know, you
Speaker 1: can tell them what state, or even what part of
Speaker 1: a state, but you don't have to give exact locations
Speaker 1: because some of these bigfoot researchers are crazy. If they
Speaker 1: catch interest in one of these stories, they're liable to
Speaker 1: show up and force and get on private property. And
Speaker 1: I don't think we've ever shared an exact location. But
Speaker 1: I thought this was interesting. This person saw a whole
Speaker 1: family of bigfoot. She threw a pepsi at them, and
Speaker 1: they have the color of their eyes where like a
Speaker 1: mountain dew can. That's pretty cool. I thought that was good.
Speaker 1: Thank you for sending the story. Okay, let's do one
Speaker 1: last little This is a short, little email, but it's
Speaker 1: really good. I live in south central Virginia, just a
Speaker 1: few miles from the North Carolina state line. On a
Speaker 1: sunny January day, I was sitting on my front porch
Speaker 1: soaking up the sunshine. In front of my house. There's
Speaker 1: an open field bordered by two sides with trees. To
Speaker 1: my right in the woods, I heard what sounded like
Speaker 1: a large branch breaking. I turned to look and watched
Speaker 1: a dark manlike feature emerge. It was taller than a man.
Speaker 1: It's probably eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and no neck. Well.
Speaker 1: I sat there, dumbfounded, watching this thing and trying to
Speaker 1: get a better look at it, but seeming to know
Speaker 1: I was watching it, it stayed just out of few
Speaker 1: a few yards in the tree line. I rushed inside
Speaker 1: to get my binoculars, hoping to get a better look,
Speaker 1: but when I came back outside again, it was gone.
Speaker 1: On another occasion, I saw a smaller version of the
Speaker 1: same figure standing closer to my house, but still just
Speaker 1: inside the tree line. I went inside and came back
Speaker 1: out with my binoculars again, and just like the other one,
Speaker 1: it was gone. I scanned the woods with my binoculars
Speaker 1: and I did not see any sign of either figure,
Speaker 1: nor did I see any tree or plant formations that
Speaker 1: I could have mistaken for a person or an animal.
Speaker 1: It's over a year later and I have not seen
Speaker 1: any figures like that anywhere till this day. But each
Speaker 1: time I look into the woodline at my house, I
Speaker 1: wonder if something is out there, maybe looking right back
Speaker 1: at me. I would pass out. If I looked out
Speaker 1: my front yard into the we have woods right across
Speaker 1: the it's a little ways away. If I saw something
Speaker 1: like that standing there, And then if I got the
Speaker 1: binoculars and I could actually see it, which she didn't
Speaker 1: say she saw it, but I would freak out. I'd
Speaker 1: call every friend. I man, come over here, look this bigfoot.
Speaker 1: I got one in the front yard. I'd be getting
Speaker 1: my phone out trying to take a picture. Maybe maybe
Speaker 1: I wouldn't remember it that. I don't know. I'm not
Speaker 1: really sure what I'm ever gonna do if I ever
Speaker 1: see a bigfoot, I might just pass out. I might
Speaker 1: just pass out from fright or from amazement. I'm not sure.
Speaker 1: I'm not sure what I'm gonna do anyway. I appreciate
Speaker 1: the woman sending the no. It wasn't a woman. It
Speaker 1: was a man. He gives his name. He didn't say
Speaker 1: to use it, so I'm not gonna tell you what
Speaker 1: it is. But it is a man and it's a
Speaker 1: good story. This is a classic encounter with Bigfoot right there.
Speaker 1: You just heard it, all right. Thank you guys for
Speaker 1: joining me on this podcast. I appreciate it, and we
Speaker 1: will see you guys on the next one. Thanks a lot.