Speaker 1: Twenty years ago, a deer hunted southeast of Fort Worth, Texas,
Speaker 1: outside the town of Palestine. We hunted on over ten
Speaker 1: thousand acres of woodland forests leased by Texas Parks and Wildlife.
Speaker 1: On one of my hunting trips with my friends, we
Speaker 1: ate and geared up for a day of bow hunting.
Speaker 1: It was four point thirty am and I was going
Speaker 1: to put up my tree climbing stand. Along the trail
Speaker 1: were old growth oaks and pine trees and thickets. Halfway
Speaker 1: to my hunting location. In the thicket next to me,
Speaker 1: I heard a loud noise and it sounded like someone
Speaker 1: or something heavy lifting itself off the ground. The only
Speaker 1: light I had was when I had strapped on my head.
Speaker 1: I turned to the left and looked into the thicket,
Speaker 1: but it was too dense to see through, and at
Speaker 1: first I thought it was a wild hog, because a
Speaker 1: couple of mornings earlier, I ran into a bunch of those.
Speaker 1: I side stepped three or four steps to my right
Speaker 1: with heavier footsteps. The creature did the same and made
Speaker 1: a snorting noise in my direction. I'm six foot three
Speaker 1: inches tall and I weighed two hundred and twelve pounds.
Speaker 1: Whatever made that noise was bigger than me. Every hair
Speaker 1: on my body stood up. MY compound bow and five
Speaker 1: arrows were the only weapons I had. I pulled one
Speaker 1: of my arrows from the quiver, brought the arrow to
Speaker 1: the string, and had the bow in the firing position
Speaker 1: if I had to, I was going to fight to
Speaker 1: the death. I side stepped again to my left three
Speaker 1: or four steps, and the creature did the same. I
Speaker 1: looked into the thicket in front of me, and I
Speaker 1: told whatever was there that if it did not hurt me,
Speaker 1: I wouldn't hurt it. And I slowly turned to my
Speaker 1: right in the direction of the trail, and I started
Speaker 1: walking away. I looked over my shoulder and I saw
Speaker 1: nothing behind me, and I did not hear any footsteps.
Speaker 1: I finally made it to my tree, and I climbed
Speaker 1: up to the stand and I hunted the rest of
Speaker 1: the day without any other events after that incident, I
Speaker 1: only went hunting when I had some daylight. The next year,
Speaker 1: Texas Park's and Wildlife gave up the hunting lease. We
Speaker 1: heard that it was too expensive and was turned into
Speaker 1: a private hunting club. I had never heard of bigfoot
Speaker 1: until last year. When I came across your channel. It
Speaker 1: makes me wonder what if this had been a bigfoot.
Speaker 1: I really enjoy your channel more than any other. Thank
Speaker 1: you very much the way your voice aw He goes
Speaker 1: on say nice things about me. I appreciate that his
Speaker 1: name is Jim. Jim. I appreciated Jim heard something in
Speaker 1: the woods. No way it was a pig, No way
Speaker 1: it was any other kind of animal, because it was
Speaker 1: just too dang big, and it was snorting match his steps,
Speaker 1: and I bet he did have a bigfoot encounter. Thanks
Speaker 1: for the story, Jim. Okay. Short intro. Welcome to the podcast.
Speaker 1: My name's Cam Buckner. This is the Dixie Cryptid Podcast.
Speaker 1: You can also find the podcast out on Apple Podcasts, Spotify,
Speaker 1: wherever you get your podcast by doing a search for
Speaker 1: what if It's True podcast. In this podcast, I've got
Speaker 1: one dog man's story, one bigfoot story, and a real
Speaker 1: treat at the end, So you're gonna have to wait
Speaker 1: for that. But the last twenty minutes or so of
Speaker 1: this podcast are fantastic. You'll just have to get there
Speaker 1: to see what it is. All right, here we go.
Speaker 1: All right, we got a dog man's story. The writer
Speaker 1: titles the story juvenile, delinquent dog man. He claims it's true.
Speaker 1: He wants to be anonymous. Long ago, my parents owned
Speaker 1: a well maintained single wise trailer that included all the
Speaker 1: amenities already connected. The property was an hour and a
Speaker 1: half away from our home and was located at three
Speaker 1: thousand feet. The area was good for hiking, hunting, and
Speaker 1: getting away from city life. Two basque shepherds worked at
Speaker 1: a nearby ranch and pastured their flocks of sheep near
Speaker 1: the dirt path leading to our property, and on weekends,
Speaker 1: gliders rode the mountain thermals and sometimes the sky was
Speaker 1: filled with colorful hot air balloons. It was a beautiful
Speaker 1: little bubble with little interference from the outside world. The
Speaker 1: local neighbors added no end of color. A retired railroad worker, oh, man,
Speaker 1: I'm having trouble saying that a retired railroad worker on
Speaker 1: a wager had dragged two pullman cars up that narrow
Speaker 1: mountain dirt road, and his dwelling looked like a railroad
Speaker 1: station with cars on tracks beside the station. One of
Speaker 1: the local firemen had designed his house to look like
Speaker 1: a fire station, and two older women lived in a
Speaker 1: small two story Victorian style house, perfectly painted blue with
Speaker 1: white trim. The residents on the main road had wired
Speaker 1: phone service and were replete with off grid power sources
Speaker 1: of various designs. Long before off grid power became popular.
Speaker 1: There was plenty of space separating the neighbors, so the
Speaker 1: evenings were quiet, with the occasional friendly visit from the sheriff,
Speaker 1: whom I got to know well. One late autumn weekend,
Speaker 1: with perfect weather, my wife and I, still a young
Speaker 1: married couple with a highly energetic toddler daughter, decided to
Speaker 1: go to the mountains before the snow set in or
Speaker 1: the rain made the dirt roads undrivable. We arrived prepared
Speaker 1: for a relaxing, short weekend, and we spent much of
Speaker 1: the first day enjoying ourselves and keeping a close eye
Speaker 1: on our daughter. At sundown, the mountain temperature dropped quickly
Speaker 1: and we went inside for dinner. After our daughter finally
Speaker 1: went to sleep, my wife and I watched the full
Speaker 1: moon rise through the windows. At this elevation, it looked huge,
Speaker 1: and as expected, we heard the coyote soon start singing.
Speaker 1: It quickly escalated into chaos and then went abruptly quiet.
Speaker 1: All the clamor got me, thinking that I'd be more
Speaker 1: comfortable if I were armed, but I only had bird
Speaker 1: shot in my shotgun. I headed out to the van
Speaker 1: to grab some double buckshot, and when I reached the
Speaker 1: bottom of the stairs, the moonlight showed me half a
Speaker 1: dozen codes staring at me from twenty feet away. I
Speaker 1: backed up against the trailer to keep them from encircling me,
Speaker 1: while thinking about how to use four shots I had left.
Speaker 1: We stared at each other for what seemed like forever,
Speaker 1: until the strangest thing happened. The Alpha sank to his
Speaker 1: belly and started a doggy crawl toward me. The other
Speaker 1: five pac members followed in turn, and when the Alpha
Speaker 1: reached me, he rolled onto his back, demanding a tummy rub.
Speaker 1: One after another, they all did the same. I wondered
Speaker 1: if these were somebody's exotic pets or just full moon crazy.
Speaker 1: I kept my distance, though, and the coyoties crawled away,
Speaker 1: and they got up and disappeared into the woodline. I
Speaker 1: ran to the van and grabbed my bandolero and slug barrel,
Speaker 1: and I sprinted back to the trailer. I swapped out
Speaker 1: the barrels and loaded the magazine in record time. My wife,
Speaker 1: who had watched the dog's strange behavior from inside the trailer,
Speaker 1: hugged me. That was the craziest thing I've ever seen,
Speaker 1: she said, and I shrug, trying to project a false
Speaker 1: sense of calm. They had to be in somebody's pets,
Speaker 1: I said. After calming down, the quiet night air was
Speaker 1: suddenly riven with ear split howls and growls that shook
Speaker 1: the trailer like an earthquake. It wasn't from the coyotes,
Speaker 1: though the howls were far louder and deeper than any
Speaker 1: animal I'd ever heard. The vocals were followed immediately by
Speaker 1: two shotgun blasts, the crack of two rifle shots, and
Speaker 1: then total silence. Within a half an hour, blue lights
Speaker 1: were flashing at the bottom of the road, with radio
Speaker 1: traffic breaking the silence. It was all too much for us,
Speaker 1: and we decided to head home early. My wife and
Speaker 1: I grabbed our sleeping daughter and got in our vehicle
Speaker 1: and cautiously navigated the road, cut into the side of
Speaker 1: the mountain, and finally reached the main road. Two squad
Speaker 1: cars lit up the intersection, and both of the shepherds
Speaker 1: were on the scene. One of them spoke excitedly in Bosque,
Speaker 1: while the other one translated. It seems the Bosque speaking
Speaker 1: shepherd was returning from a pizza run, and upon return
Speaker 1: he saw two wolves heading for the sheep. He yelled
Speaker 1: at them, and one of the wolves lunged at him
Speaker 1: in his truck. There were scratches on the driver's side
Speaker 1: door to prove it. The wolf tried to eat the
Speaker 1: double barrel and lost the back of its head to
Speaker 1: two shotgun blasts. The translating shepherd had opened fire on
Speaker 1: the other wolf with his thirty thirty. He claimed he
Speaker 1: hit the other wolf twice, but it still carried off
Speaker 1: a small sheep. Feeling braver with extra people, I got
Speaker 1: out of the van and I was still clutching my shotgun.
Speaker 1: The sheriff, who had become a friend of mine, nodded
Speaker 1: for me to follow him. He lifted a plastic tarp
Speaker 1: and he showed me the shepherd's double barrel inserted into
Speaker 1: the longest canine snout I had ever seen. After a moment,
Speaker 1: he motioned toward the front paw. I was speechless. It
Speaker 1: looked more like a hand with claws than a paw
Speaker 1: of a wolf. I have no doubt those claws left
Speaker 1: their mark on the truck door. Now, I never thought
Speaker 1: that wolves ran in this area, much less got that big.
Speaker 1: The sheriff dropped the tarp over the animal and wished
Speaker 1: us to safe journey home. And I got back in
Speaker 1: the van and looked at my wife, and I said
Speaker 1: wolves were after the sheep. A week later, I received
Speaker 1: a letter with no return address. Inside was a local
Speaker 1: mountain newspaper clipping, and it stated that there had been
Speaker 1: a wounded bear causing problems in the area. The county
Speaker 1: had hired three professional hunters who tracked the bear for
Speaker 1: three days before ending its reign of terror, and the
Speaker 1: carcass was immediately disposed of. A handwritten note at the
Speaker 1: bottom stated that the boasque had removed the sheep from
Speaker 1: the pasture and would no longer go near the ranch.
Speaker 1: That following spring, my brother and his fiance wanted to
Speaker 1: go with my wife and me up to the mountains
Speaker 1: for a day trip to see the snow. I agreed
Speaker 1: under the hard boundary of leaving well before sundown, and
Speaker 1: that we both would be heavily armed while our daughters
Speaker 1: spent the day with Grandma. The four of us arrived
Speaker 1: at the single wide. The remaining snow was still plentiful
Speaker 1: and untouched, and as soon as we were out of
Speaker 1: the vehicle, I noticed some movement at the tree line.
Speaker 1: Two female coyotes wandered out and found a bare sunny
Speaker 1: spot to lie down. One of them looked over at
Speaker 1: us and gave us a low bark, and ten attention
Speaker 1: seeking puppies quickly attacked us. The wives were elated, and
Speaker 1: one of the coyote mothers looked at me as if
Speaker 1: to say, they're your problem. Now I'm taking a nap.
Speaker 1: Twenty minutes later, she barked again, and all the puppies
Speaker 1: ran back to their mothers and disappeared into the tree line.
Speaker 1: It was yet another bizarre experience I added to my
Speaker 1: mental list of things that had happened there. It was
Speaker 1: a beautiful and strange property, tucked away from the world,
Speaker 1: with a population of eccentric neighbors, both human and k nine.
Speaker 1: That summer, a fire destroyed the trailer and the two
Speaker 1: hundred acres. The cause was listed as arson and no
Speaker 1: suspects were found. For the next seven years, the entire
Speaker 1: ranch erupted into fierce wildfires every summer. We only went
Speaker 1: back once to view the damage. My mother finally sold
Speaker 1: the ravage land to a land consolidator for a pedtance.
Speaker 1: Often think back to that night that those wolves attacked
Speaker 1: the shepherds after listening to your channel, I believe two
Speaker 1: juvenile dog men had come out to try their hunting
Speaker 1: skills and paid dearly for their inexperience. Oh man, that
Speaker 1: was a cool story. He actually saw a dead I
Speaker 1: guess it was dog. It was a dog man. Some
Speaker 1: guy stuck his shotgun. One of the shepherds stuck a
Speaker 1: shotgun right in the snout and kill the dog man.
Speaker 1: And they had it laying there under a tarp. Then
Speaker 1: I don't know. Then they give this fake story about
Speaker 1: a bear being there and the shepherd's leaving. I don't know. Man,
Speaker 1: you got to wonder how these things happen. It's really
Speaker 1: really kind of interesting. It's a really good story. It's
Speaker 1: a real intriguing and creepy story. But I loved it.
Speaker 1: I sure appreciate the writer for sending it. Okay, this
Speaker 1: last story is going to be the first chapter from
Speaker 1: a novel. Well, let me tell you how I came
Speaker 1: across this. This guy sent an email to me. Is
Speaker 1: about a year ago and y'all. I have over two
Speaker 1: thousand emails in my inbox, and I just kind of
Speaker 1: I don't always open emails the minute I get them,
Speaker 1: and sometimes I'll go for two weeks and not even
Speaker 1: look at my email account. And then when I go
Speaker 1: looking for stories to put in the podcast, I just
Speaker 1: kind of roam around my inbox. It's like you just
Speaker 1: couldn't believe how full it is. But I came across
Speaker 1: this one today. And the author's name is Chris Kitchens.
Speaker 1: Chris was in the Marine Corps and when he got
Speaker 1: out uh uh. He says, he's on the road a lot.
Speaker 1: But he wrote a book and he's interested in cryptids
Speaker 1: and bigfoot and other things, other paranormal things. And he
Speaker 1: wrote a book called Elusive Piece. I'm gonna read you
Speaker 1: the first chapter of it because it's really good. You
Speaker 1: guys would like to read these type of stories. I
Speaker 1: think you'd love this book. Again. It's called Elusive Piece.
Speaker 1: The author's name is Chris Kitchens. The link to the
Speaker 1: to the uh to the book on Amazon will be
Speaker 1: in the description. And I hope you buy it and
Speaker 1: support him and read it because it's uh in this
Speaker 1: first chapter would keep me hooked and make me want
Speaker 1: to read the whole book. So let's uh, let's read
Speaker 1: the first chapter. I think you're going to like it.
Speaker 1: After retiring from the Marine cor Josh landed the job
Speaker 1: of a lifetime with the Arkansas Department of Natural Resources
Speaker 1: as a nuisance animal control officer. While the job was
Speaker 1: not a full time position, it did come with several perks,
Speaker 1: the main one being that he had time to work
Speaker 1: on their ranch in Cove, Arkansas. Josh met his wife,
Speaker 1: Emily while on his third deployment to Afghanistan. Recently promoted
Speaker 1: to lieutenant colonel and nearing her twenty year mark, she
Speaker 1: was able to get a billet at the Little Rock
Speaker 1: Air Force Base to finish her career, which worked out
Speaker 1: great for their plans. Although Josh truthfully believed Emily about
Speaker 1: the sisquatch encounter that she had while growing up outside
Speaker 1: of Bayview, Idaho, he often teased her over the sasquatch
Speaker 1: movies and shows that she made him watch and the
Speaker 1: podcast that she liked to listen to about the subject.
Speaker 1: While Josh thought bigfoot was a possibility, he never dreamt
Speaker 1: that he would come face to face with one in
Speaker 1: his lifetime. After all, the only actual proof that existed
Speaker 1: was the video from northern California shot back in nineteen
Speaker 1: sixty seven, Josh was dispatched to Waite in Arkansas, where
Speaker 1: ranchers were reporting livestock attacks from an unknown predator, and
Speaker 1: their efforts to thwart the attacks, along with identifying and
Speaker 1: terminating the predator, were going nowhere. Little evidence was left
Speaker 1: after each attack, and with the ground being rocky and
Speaker 1: hard track, impressions were all but impossible to find. The
Speaker 1: animal had hit several chicken houses in the area, leaving
Speaker 1: only feathers and the heads of the chickens. Although cattle
Speaker 1: were present, none of them had been attacked at this point.
Speaker 1: Occasionally some feed went missing, and if dogs were around,
Speaker 1: they were either scared of this predator or it was
Speaker 1: stealthy enough to avoid the dogs. This led Josh to
Speaker 1: believe that a large cat was in the area, so
Speaker 1: he opted for his integrally suppressed three hundred AAC Blackout
Speaker 1: with low variable powered optic with four magazines of his
Speaker 1: handloaded one hundred and eighty grain soft point AMO, along
Speaker 1: with his night Hawk Custom nineteen eleven and four sixty
Speaker 1: rollin as a secondary firearm. As per his personal standard
Speaker 1: operating procedures. His custom made four and a half inch
Speaker 1: fixed blade field knife was a staple on the back
Speaker 1: of his battle belt he wore while in the field.
Speaker 1: After meeting with the rancher from the most recent attack
Speaker 1: and going over the area, Josh parked his truck where
Speaker 1: the rancher said it would be out of their way,
Speaker 1: and he proceeded to gear up for the hunt. Carrying
Speaker 1: enough water and food for a week in his pack,
Speaker 1: Josh headed toward the nearest tree line with the confidence
Speaker 1: his tracking skills would lead him not only to the
Speaker 1: animal that he was looking for, but also identify what
Speaker 1: he was looking for well before he encountered it. Large
Speaker 1: cats are very stealthy, blending in extremely well in their
Speaker 1: environment and having an uncanny ability to stalk their prey
Speaker 1: while being stalked themselves. And while cougars and panthers and
Speaker 1: mountain lions or whatever the locals referred to them as
Speaker 1: were not common in the Arkansas, the game and fish
Speaker 1: had recently recognized them as being in the state. Josh
Speaker 1: had seen a few back in his youth, and like
Speaker 1: many others, knew they had been here for years. The
Speaker 1: ranch bordered the Ozark National Forest, and though it was
Speaker 1: still spring, much of Arkansas had experienced a mild winter,
Speaker 1: which meant many trees bloomed early. The forest in the
Speaker 1: area consisted primarily of hardwoods, and being in the mountains,
Speaker 1: the underbrush wasn't as thick as in the lower areas
Speaker 1: by the streams and rivers or the Delta region of
Speaker 1: eastern Arkansas. All Josh gowered the ground for any sign
Speaker 1: of the animal as he began to search. Checking his
Speaker 1: position on the GPS, Josh knew he had a couple
Speaker 1: of hours before sunset. He wanted to make camp prior
Speaker 1: to nightfall, and began scouting for a defensive spot to
Speaker 1: make camp. Like discipline was crucial with the probability of
Speaker 1: a cougar in the area. He would be relying on
Speaker 1: his thermal imager and night vision clip to see what
Speaker 1: he may not be able to see with his naked eyes.
Speaker 1: Josh had found a small pocket against a rock outcropping
Speaker 1: that would be perfect. There was only one way in
Speaker 1: should whatever may be lurking in the night decide to attack.
Speaker 1: He set about running some fishing lines with bells attached
Speaker 1: around the perimeter to act as an early warning system,
Speaker 1: and After ranging several reference points, he started making his supper.
Speaker 1: He still had self service, so he checked in with
Speaker 1: with Emily to let her know that he was okay,
Speaker 1: and he sent her the coordinates of his location. And
Speaker 1: as Josh relaxed by the small fire he'd built, he
Speaker 1: was checking his GPS information. He was a little shy
Speaker 1: of two miles away from where he'd crossed the fence,
Speaker 1: yet had covered six miles as he worked the area
Speaker 1: looking for tracks or clues. He finally picked up the
Speaker 1: trail he was currently on after finding some feathers and
Speaker 1: chicken parts. While this wasn't much to go on, he
Speaker 1: felt confident he was on the right track. As the
Speaker 1: sun settled behind the mountains, he snuffed out a fire.
Speaker 1: He did not need the flames to interfere with his
Speaker 1: night vision. Closing his eyes, Josh left the darkness of
Speaker 1: the woods enveloped him. This was when he felt like
Speaker 1: he was most alive and the forest and away from
Speaker 1: all the noise. Even small towns emit a lot of
Speaker 1: noise pollution and focusing his hearing, the forest was coming
Speaker 1: alive with the night critters that inhabited it alone. Coyote
Speaker 1: yelped in the distance as the crickets chirped their serenade.
Speaker 1: With the exception of whatever was killing the chickens and
Speaker 1: making the larger livestock animals nervous, all was well. After
Speaker 1: scoping the area with the thermal for a few hours,
Speaker 1: Josh settled in to get some sleep, and he was
Speaker 1: startled away by how quiet the forest had become. He
Speaker 1: checked his watch and it was four twenty five in
Speaker 1: the morning. Josh strained his ears, listening for the slightest sound.
Speaker 1: It was as if a switch had been flipped or
Speaker 1: putting on sound suppression ear muffs. There wasn't any noise
Speaker 1: at all. Moving as slow and quietly as he could,
Speaker 1: Josh powered the thermal on and began scanning the area,
Speaker 1: and he saw nothing. He eased around to a sitting position,
Speaker 1: with his back leaning against the rocks he had set
Speaker 1: up in. He placed his rifle where he could shoulder
Speaker 1: it quickly, and he waited. It would be another hour
Speaker 1: before the sun would begin rising, and the moonlight was waning.
Speaker 1: Josh was reaching for his water when he heard it,
Speaker 1: a feminine voice that said help me. The voice sounded strange,
Speaker 1: almost mechanical. He sat there in silence, listening intently, he
Speaker 1: couldn't have heard a voice, as there wasn't any direction
Speaker 1: from which it came. That's it, Josh thought to himself.
Speaker 1: I've officially gone off my rocker. He had no longer
Speaker 1: finished that thought when he heard the voice again. Please hurry,
Speaker 1: was what sounded in his head. The voice was followed
Speaker 1: by what sounded like a loud thump against a tree.
Speaker 1: Slinging his pack over his shoulders, he now had a
Speaker 1: direction to go toward. Walking cautiously with his rifle at
Speaker 1: the low ready, Josh made his way toward where he
Speaker 1: believed the noise had come from. Don't be alarmed when
Speaker 1: you crest the knoll, he will not hurt you. Another
Speaker 1: voice said. This was a different voice. Again, it was
Speaker 1: mechanical in nature, but it was just different. Trying to
Speaker 1: control his breathing, Josh was experiencing a severe adrenaline dump
Speaker 1: to his system, and the senses seemed to be in
Speaker 1: hyperdrive and the air seemed to be bristling with electricity.
Speaker 1: The nole was now less than one hundred meters away,
Speaker 1: and he was closing quickly, scanning the woods for any
Speaker 1: sign of the movement, and sweeping his weapon to check
Speaker 1: behind him every fifth step. Josh was moving quickly as
Speaker 1: a sense of urgency seemed to overcome him. Nothing could
Speaker 1: have prepared him for what he was about to see.
Speaker 1: As he topped the knoll, Josh almost lost his balance
Speaker 1: as he came to a sudden stop, lunging backward to
Speaker 1: help offset his forward momentum at what was laying there
Speaker 1: before him. It was a very pregnant female sasquatch. Her
Speaker 1: hair was auburn in color, and what skin was exposed
Speaker 1: around her faced, hands, and breasts, and feet was leathery
Speaker 1: tan colored. Her hazel colored eyes were large and soft,
Speaker 1: and as he looked in them, he could see pain, fear,
Speaker 1: and intelligence. Something is wrong, she said. Lowering his weapon,
Speaker 1: Josh wondered, how's this possible? He said it out loud.
Speaker 1: Please help quickly, was her reply. Josh knew she hadn't
Speaker 1: said the words verbally, yet the words were crystal clear
Speaker 1: in his head, and he set his weapon down, dropped
Speaker 1: his pack, and began digging his medical kit out. Scanning
Speaker 1: the area, he noticed another one peeking out from behind
Speaker 1: a tree. This one was larger, and Josh figured that
Speaker 1: one to be a male. I won't hurt you, the
Speaker 1: voice tried to reassure him. Please help her, the voice pleaded.
Speaker 1: He put on a pair of nitral gloves and with
Speaker 1: his medkit in hand, Josh stated sympathetically as he could,
Speaker 1: I'm going to do all I can to help. Let's
Speaker 1: see what's going on. Kneeling down, he began his examination.
Speaker 1: The anatomy, though somewhat disproportionate, appeared to be roughly the
Speaker 1: same as a human. Josh had never delivered a baby
Speaker 1: human before, yet he had helped many mama cows and
Speaker 1: a few horses deliver their babies. Hopefully those experiences would
Speaker 1: help him here. Putting his headlamp on, Josh apologized to her,
Speaker 1: saying he was sorry for having to put his hand
Speaker 1: inside of her. She seemed to understand as she leaned
Speaker 1: her head back, clutching the ground with her hands. Being
Speaker 1: as gentle as he could, Josh could feel the baby's
Speaker 1: feet and buttocks. Your baby is breach. We need to
Speaker 1: turn it, he explained, as a contraction seemed to hit her.
Speaker 1: Josh hoped these things could feel the empathy he felt
Speaker 1: for them in their situation, Knowing they didn't have the
Speaker 1: time needed for him to google how to best help
Speaker 1: turn a breach baby the correct way. Josh recalled seeing
Speaker 1: a movie or a show once where the doctor pushed
Speaker 1: on the abdomen of the pregnant woman in breach to
Speaker 1: turn the baby, so he decided to try that. He
Speaker 1: could feel the baby shift a little with the pressure,
Speaker 1: so who began to push more and she grunted. As
Speaker 1: he applied the pressure and manipulated the baby to a
Speaker 1: correct orientation, He could see the baby crowning almost as
Speaker 1: soon as the head was in position. I see it,
Speaker 1: Josh exclaimed excitedly. You have to push with a contraction,
Speaker 1: do you understand. He could hear her grit her teeth
Speaker 1: and take in a large breath. His heart was racing. Push,
Speaker 1: he said, and with a loud and long grunt, the
Speaker 1: baby Sosquatch, slid into his arms. Josh could not believe
Speaker 1: what had just happened. He became overwhelmed with the flow
Speaker 1: of emotions. He used his shoulders to wipe at the
Speaker 1: tears that came from nowhere. Realizing he had just left
Speaker 1: his sleeping gear at camp, Josh pulled a shirt from
Speaker 1: his bag and gently laid the baby on it. He
Speaker 1: checked to ensure the baby had a pulse and was
Speaker 1: breathing before gently wrapping her up and handing her over.
Speaker 1: You did great, mama. Congratulations on your daughter, he said,
Speaker 1: as he stayed knelt beside her. Are you okay, he asked.
Speaker 1: He could see the joy in her eyes as she
Speaker 1: caressed a new born. Thank you, she replied. The baby
Speaker 1: made some cooing sounds unlike anything Josh had ever heard before.
Speaker 1: While they were someone animalistic in nature, they were soothing
Speaker 1: at the same time. Suddenly Josh felt a huge hand
Speaker 1: on his shoulder. He had forgotten about the mail during
Speaker 1: this ordeal. We don't often trust you humans, the male said,
Speaker 1: and continued wend, since you have a pure heart and
Speaker 1: do not take pleasure in killing animals. Now that our
Speaker 1: child is here, we will move back into the forest,
Speaker 1: leaving the humans and their animals alone. I only took
Speaker 1: what we needed to make sure that she was strong
Speaker 1: enough to get through the berth. He had a look
Speaker 1: of appreciation on his face as Josh had stood and
Speaker 1: turned to face him. The male was huge, over seven
Speaker 1: feet tall, and he was four feet wide, with brown
Speaker 1: and black hair and gray leathery skin. Looking him square
Speaker 1: in the eyes, Josh said, I have so many questions.
Speaker 1: I don't even know where to start. The thoughts raced
Speaker 1: through his mind. The giant male looked at the female
Speaker 1: and nodded, and with that gesture, she stood and handed
Speaker 1: their newborn to him, Josh. She said, I want to
Speaker 1: share with you and believe you will keep our secret.
Speaker 1: She reached her hands out and cradled his face in
Speaker 1: her hands, touching her thumbs to his forehead. Josh could
Speaker 1: feel her apply some slight pressure. He tense for a moment,
Speaker 1: and his world went black. Josh woke up back at
Speaker 1: his camp, looking at his watch. He had lost almost
Speaker 1: thirty six hours. He checked his gear, everything was accounted for.
Speaker 1: His head felt like it was in a vice. He
Speaker 1: reached for his water and he fished some twin off
Speaker 1: from his medkit. He popped two in his mouth and
Speaker 1: he washed them down with the water, finishing the bottle.
Speaker 1: He began to recount his last memory. He recalled the
Speaker 1: female sasquatch touching him, a flash of bright light, and
Speaker 1: then it was He wasn't quite sure how to explain this.
Speaker 1: It was as if she downloaded her memories into him.
Speaker 1: The last memory was of her telling Josh that they
Speaker 1: would see him again, wondering what that meant. Josh said
Speaker 1: about gathering his stuff. He wasn't sure what he would
Speaker 1: tell the rancher when he got back, but it definitely
Speaker 1: would not be the truth. He had some time to
Speaker 1: mold it over as he packed his gear, and he
Speaker 1: realized he hadn't talked to Emily. He pulled his phone
Speaker 1: out and he sent her a message that he would
Speaker 1: be home in a few hours, and then he rocked
Speaker 1: up and he began his hike out. And that is
Speaker 1: the end of chapter one of the book Elusive Peace.
Speaker 1: I've never read anything like that. I have never even
Speaker 1: imagined human helping a Sasquatch have a baby. Actually heard
Speaker 1: some guy on YouTube years ago talk about that that
Speaker 1: he had been invited into a clan of Bigfoot and
Speaker 1: there was a female bigfoot berthing twins, and he knew
Speaker 1: their names, and he was talking with them with this
Speaker 1: mental telepidley telepathy thing, and he had developed a relationship
Speaker 1: with them. But after that, I never thought about it again.
Speaker 1: Now Chris Kitchens has written a book about it. I
Speaker 1: wonder where this story is going. It would be worth
Speaker 1: buying this book. Click the link in the description below
Speaker 1: pick up this book if you're a Kindle Unlimited member,
Speaker 1: it's nothing. You just check the book out. You can
Speaker 1: order a hard copy or buy the electronic version. But
Speaker 1: this chapter's really piqued my interest. I'm gonna read this book. Okay,
Speaker 1: that's going to do it for this podcast. I appreciate
Speaker 1: you Chris for sending this and the other two writers.
Speaker 1: I've enjoyed doing this podcast and we will see you
Speaker 1: guys on the next one. Thanks.