Speaker 1: In the mid nineteen eighties, I worked the graveyard shift
Speaker 1: at a factory at Ohio, cleaning the floors, emptying trash cans,
Speaker 1: and cleaning up bathrooms. I stayed with a friend and
Speaker 1: her family, and I used her car to get to
Speaker 1: work until I was able to buy my own. One night,
Speaker 1: I realized too late that no one had remembered to
Speaker 1: put gas in the car. The gas stations were closed,
Speaker 1: and I was on a wing and a prayer, hoping
Speaker 1: I had enough fuel to get to work and back home.
Speaker 1: I made it to work, I worked my shift, and
Speaker 1: I headed home, but as I turned onto the road
Speaker 1: to the house, the car started to sputter. I had
Speaker 1: run out of gas. Well, I got out and I
Speaker 1: started the three quarters of a mile walk home in
Speaker 1: the dark. I could see a little by the moonlight
Speaker 1: and some light from porches, but that was all. As
Speaker 1: I walked, I heard something walking in pace with me
Speaker 1: in the woods to my left. I looked and all
Speaker 1: I could see was pitch black dark. So I kept going,
Speaker 1: thinking it was probably a fox or raccoon or something
Speaker 1: like that. But the farther I went, the more nervous
Speaker 1: I became, and at one point I stopped and stared
Speaker 1: right into the woods, hoping that I would catch what
Speaker 1: or who was walking with me. When I stopped walking,
Speaker 1: so did they, and when I moved forward, they did too.
Speaker 1: After stopping a couple of times, my imagination began flashing
Speaker 1: in every possible way, knowing I could be in danger
Speaker 1: of death on that country back road. When I walked
Speaker 1: past the family's house to my right, their dog ran
Speaker 1: to the edge of the ditchline, barking and snarling at me,
Speaker 1: as if I wasn't already on edge. The thought of
Speaker 1: that dog about to jump the fence and attack me
Speaker 1: sent my heart beating into my throat. Well I picked
Speaker 1: up my pace, I got past the dog, and a
Speaker 1: few steps later I heard the dog yelp. I look back,
Speaker 1: but what I saw was nothing. Whatever or whoever had
Speaker 1: been following me from the woods stopped. When I reached
Speaker 1: the driveway of the place that I was staying. I
Speaker 1: wanted to take off, running for the door, but I
Speaker 1: held back the urge, knowing that that would only cause
Speaker 1: a bear or a big cat to chase after me
Speaker 1: an attack. So instead, I walked as fast as I
Speaker 1: could and I got inside. To this day, I don't
Speaker 1: know what was in those woods pacing me, and I'm
Speaker 1: grateful to say that I was not harmed. I don't
Speaker 1: recall ever hearing about bigfoot back then, so it never
Speaker 1: entered my mind. I don't care if others believe in it,
Speaker 1: but personally I'm a skeptic. To each their own, I say.
Speaker 1: But with that said, after that night, I made sure
Speaker 1: the gas tank was full whenever I went to work.
Speaker 1: I wasn't going to walk home on a dark road
Speaker 1: in the middle of the night. Ever. Again, Oh dude,
Speaker 1: I wouldn't either. I'm not afraid of the dark. I'm
Speaker 1: not afraid of the dark woods. I go walking in
Speaker 1: the woods at night and dark and turn a flashlight
Speaker 1: off and just follow a trail that I know. It's
Speaker 1: really peaceful, but in a strange place, walking down a
Speaker 1: just totally black road, you can't even make out where
Speaker 1: you're walking. I've had to do that a couple of times,
Speaker 1: and it is just a bit unnerving. I don't know why,
Speaker 1: because there's nothing out there at night that isn't out
Speaker 1: there during the day. Everything is basically the same. I
Speaker 1: guess you have nocturnal animals, but at least where I
Speaker 1: live there's nothing that There's really nothing out there that'll
Speaker 1: hurt a human, although we are getting more bears in
Speaker 1: our area. I live in North Mississippi and there have
Speaker 1: been reports recently, especially over in the Delta, of black bears.
Speaker 1: Black bears have been in Mississippi for years and their
Speaker 1: population is growing. Actually kind of glad about that. What
Speaker 1: a cool animal. Anyway, great story. I appreciate you sending it, sir,
Speaker 1: Thank you. My dad told me his bigfoot encounter on
Speaker 1: his deathbed. He had kept it a secret all his life.
Speaker 1: He had a tumor on his neck that made him
Speaker 1: unable to talk, and he told me in a raspy whisper,
Speaker 1: comes down, Sun, I need to tell you something important.
Speaker 1: It was in the mid eighties in southern Arkansas. My
Speaker 1: dad was still a young man. He had been working
Speaker 1: in a swamp doing some surveying. It was just him
Speaker 1: and his partner out there. The swamp was wide open,
Speaker 1: with cypress trees sticking up everywhere. He was wearing waiters
Speaker 1: waist deep, and when he looked across the pond he
Speaker 1: saw something. It was a big harry something. It was
Speaker 1: standing wiste deep one hundred and fifty yards away. In
Speaker 1: the deep water in the middle of the swamp. The
Speaker 1: water where this thing was staying was about five feet deep,
Speaker 1: which made this guy around ten feet tall. It was
Speaker 1: standing still, and it hadn't noticed my dad. It was
Speaker 1: fishing with its bare hands, successfully letting the fish get
Speaker 1: close all around its legs like it was just another
Speaker 1: tree in the water, before reaching down and snatching them
Speaker 1: with his hands. Well, my dad froze. He couldn't believe
Speaker 1: what he was seeing. Not knowing what was going on,
Speaker 1: my dad's partner called out, hey, Johnny, where are you at.
Speaker 1: It snapped my dad out of shock, and he turned
Speaker 1: around and waved his arms in the air quickly and
Speaker 1: motioned for the other guy to shut up and come over. Well,
Speaker 1: the big hairy guy heard the shouting. He locked eyes
Speaker 1: with them, and he ripped through the deep water like
Speaker 1: it was nothing. It was gone almost instantly, and my
Speaker 1: Dad was pissed off at his partner for scaring the
Speaker 1: monster off. He cussed him out the whole way back
Speaker 1: to town. My dad kept that story to himself until
Speaker 1: he was dying and was running out of time to
Speaker 1: tell it. I always held that story near and dear
Speaker 1: to my heart because I know for a fact nobody
Speaker 1: else ever got to hear it, not even my mother.
Speaker 1: He died when I was still a young boy, but
Speaker 1: when he told me what he saw, it burned into
Speaker 1: my memory. Thank you for reading his story. I wanted
Speaker 1: to honor my father by sharing it with folks who
Speaker 1: can appreciate it. And then he signs his name. I'm
Speaker 1: not going to say his name, but yeah, people on
Speaker 1: this podcast that listen to this podcast will appreciate that story.
Speaker 1: I don't think I've ever heard. Every once in a
Speaker 1: while I get something new. A lot of these bigfoot
Speaker 1: stories they kind of run together, and it's kind of
Speaker 1: the same thing. I'm not saying that in a negative way,
Speaker 1: but you know, the behavior apparently is the same, and
Speaker 1: people see the same or they interpret what they see
Speaker 1: the same. But I've never heard of a bigfoot fishing
Speaker 1: with its bare hands in the water. That is interesting.
Speaker 1: So he stands there in his legs or like tree trunks,
Speaker 1: and fish are drawn to cover like trees and stumps
Speaker 1: and anything different than open water, and they congregated around
Speaker 1: his legs and he reaches down and gets one and
Speaker 1: gets supper. I thought that was pretty cool, but I
Speaker 1: can imagine that scares your dad and he I can
Speaker 1: hear him cussing the guy. Man, why'd you scare that
Speaker 1: monstra off? I was looking at him. This was a
Speaker 1: great story. Thank you to the writer for sharing your
Speaker 1: dad's memory, and I'm glad he told you about it.
Speaker 1: That's a pretty cool memory for a son. Thank you
Speaker 1: for sending it to me. Years ago, my big sister
Speaker 1: had been driving ATVs around the farm with some other friends.
Speaker 1: This time I got to sit on the back and
Speaker 1: go with her. One of our cousins had made a
Speaker 1: figure eight course in the dirt for the four wheelers,
Speaker 1: and on that day my older sister and I were
Speaker 1: the only ones on it. We were coming around a
Speaker 1: curve when my sister and I simultaneously looked over on
Speaker 1: the adjacent trail. There was another person on an ATV
Speaker 1: driving along with us. There was something strange and transparent
Speaker 1: about this other rider. We were going the same speed,
Speaker 1: so when we lost him behind the shrubs on the
Speaker 1: way to where the figure eight intersects it, we slowed
Speaker 1: down so as not to crash into him, but it
Speaker 1: never came around. My older sister, confused, she turned off
Speaker 1: the flour wheeler and We sat in silence, and the
Speaker 1: wood had gone silent too, as if it was holding
Speaker 1: its breath with us. After a few minutes and hearing nothing,
Speaker 1: my sister turned the four wheeler back on and drove
Speaker 1: through the corn fill and parked us in the garage.
Speaker 1: My twin walked up to greet us and asked what
Speaker 1: was wrong. But my sister's pale face wasn't what shocked us.
Speaker 1: It was what she said, no one needs to be
Speaker 1: out in those woods today, and with that she hung
Speaker 1: up the keys and went into the house. My twin
Speaker 1: and I were so young that we didn't understand it
Speaker 1: at the time, and I had forgotten all about it.
Speaker 1: And then one Thanksgiving when we were grown up, our
Speaker 1: older sister got drunk and she told our whole family
Speaker 1: what had happened. We had borne witness to the ghost rider.
Speaker 1: As we grew up, our older sister got into sports
Speaker 1: and she made a lot of friends. One of these
Speaker 1: friends name was Rachel, and Rachel was awesome. Big sister
Speaker 1: was often mean during her pubescent years, but her friends
Speaker 1: were always nice and they got a huge kick out
Speaker 1: of my twin sister and me. It was late morning
Speaker 1: in the middle of our Thanksgiving break and we went
Speaker 1: out around one of three pump wells on my father's property.
Speaker 1: The furthest one was out in the woods. We were
Speaker 1: all on our dad's new four wheeler, which had a
Speaker 1: sled attached to the back with a tractor strap up
Speaker 1: so none of us girls got left out of the fun.
Speaker 1: We were halfway around the circle that went around the
Speaker 1: pump jack when, for absolutely no reason, the new four
Speaker 1: wheelers shut off. Right as that happened, the sound of
Speaker 1: laughter from three different women started echoing from somewhere deep
Speaker 1: in the woods. My older sister and her friend Rachel
Speaker 1: started to panic. My sister turned the key, but the
Speaker 1: engine wouldn't turn over. The two minutes it took to
Speaker 1: get it restarted felt like two hours, but the four
Speaker 1: wheeler finally came back to life. She and Rachel sped
Speaker 1: off as fast as that thing would go, and it
Speaker 1: wasn't until they were halfway back to dad's house that
Speaker 1: they realized my twin sister and I were no longer
Speaker 1: attached to the back. Somehow, the tractor strap had come
Speaker 1: undone and we were still at the pump jack. I
Speaker 1: watched the older girls leave and we yelled at them
Speaker 1: and tried to make them stop. The whole time, the
Speaker 1: sound of these terrors women laughing was creeping closer. I
Speaker 1: jumped out of the sled and grabbed the rope and
Speaker 1: started dragging my sister out of the woods. I made
Speaker 1: it to the end of the trees when my older
Speaker 1: sister pulled around on the four wheeler. Finally, I quickly
Speaker 1: hooked the tractor strap back and barely managed to jump
Speaker 1: on when she sped as fast as she could out
Speaker 1: of there. After that, we all went back inside, silent
Speaker 1: and completely shaken. We didn't talk about it again until
Speaker 1: we were older, and to this day we all remember
Speaker 1: it the same. Our family had a big shed behind
Speaker 1: dad's house with a bathroom and a washer and a
Speaker 1: drawer for work clothes. All the men in our family
Speaker 1: were farmers, but they also had a business building oil
Speaker 1: rigs on properties all over Ohio. If you see a
Speaker 1: green pump jack in our state, it was probably built
Speaker 1: by someone in my family. We were outside late one night,
Speaker 1: riding bikes around the vehicles in the shed and sliding
Speaker 1: around on the ice and the snow. We always had dogs,
Speaker 1: and our oldest one, Jackson, was the calmest and laziest
Speaker 1: of them all. Well, that night he was acting strange.
Speaker 1: He and Duchess, our other dog, were following us around
Speaker 1: and hurting us and keeping us in the light as
Speaker 1: far away from the back of the shed as they could.
Speaker 1: At one point, our older sister saw a strange bear
Speaker 1: like creature peering at us from around Dad's car, and
Speaker 1: at that moment, Jackson and Duchess went balkers. They were
Speaker 1: growling and barking. Well, as a young kid, I was terrified.
Speaker 1: This happened in between seeing the ghost rider and hearing
Speaker 1: the three witches, so needless to say, it was a
Speaker 1: memorable time. Well, my twin ran into the house and
Speaker 1: she got Dad, who was in the shower, and not
Speaker 1: a minute later he came out of the house in
Speaker 1: his robe and his boxers. He was holding a shotgun
Speaker 1: and he was angry, and we tried telling him what
Speaker 1: had happened, and he brought us in and he made
Speaker 1: us go to sleep. Years passed, and strange things going
Speaker 1: on around the house. Late at night while our father
Speaker 1: was at work. We would be sitting in the living
Speaker 1: room and we would hear screams outside, or something would
Speaker 1: jump on the front porch and it would rock the
Speaker 1: whole house at night. I was afraid of going into
Speaker 1: our kitchen because of the windows. Always got the feeling
Speaker 1: that something was hiding in the dark looking at us.
Speaker 1: My twin was always brave, though. One night she ran
Speaker 1: out of the house with nothing but a bow and arrow,
Speaker 1: trying to figure out who was outside and looking at
Speaker 1: us and rocking the house. It wasn't until years later
Speaker 1: that we figured out what it was. My sisters and
Speaker 1: I were all sitting on the couch when the house
Speaker 1: started shaking. I could hear something roaring and stomping outside.
Speaker 1: Not long before, the owner of the private zoo there
Speaker 1: but I committed suicide and released all of its animals.
Speaker 1: We figured the noise was one of his lions. I
Speaker 1: remember reading about this. This story terrified me. Anyway, Sorry
Speaker 1: to interrupt the story. My twin and I walked outside
Speaker 1: to check it out, and we immediately felt that something
Speaker 1: was off. We reached the end of our yard where
Speaker 1: the gravel began, and something screamed. Wasn't exactly human, but
Speaker 1: it didn't sound like any animal we'd ever heard before.
Speaker 1: My sister and I froze, and then the scream finally
Speaker 1: came to an end, and we walked to the cornfield
Speaker 1: to get a look over. In that area, the corn
Speaker 1: was at its full height, in just a week or
Speaker 1: so away from being harvested. As we stood there quietly
Speaker 1: looking around, something stood up in the middle of the field,
Speaker 1: and it towered over the corn. I'm not kidding you.
Speaker 1: My sister, as brave as she was, left me standing
Speaker 1: right there. By the time I finally got my wits
Speaker 1: about me, she had already made it through the garage
Speaker 1: store and into the safety of the house, and at
Speaker 1: that time I was still recovering from a broken hip.
Speaker 1: So I hopped my way to the garage door as
Speaker 1: fast as I could, and I locked it, and I
Speaker 1: stared out the window to see if it had followed me.
Speaker 1: I yelled at my twin for leaving me for dead,
Speaker 1: but our older sister didn't want to hear anything about it.
Speaker 1: She had seen this thing before. One time in the
Speaker 1: woods behind the pasture, the three of us had been
Speaker 1: playing in a tipped over silo. Our older sister was
Speaker 1: watching a rabbit being chased by a fox when she
Speaker 1: suddenly paled and ushered us twins into the silo. We
Speaker 1: sat there in silent fear as she whispered to us
Speaker 1: what she saw. Something else was chasing the fox and
Speaker 1: the rabbit, something unnatural, something tall and hairy and terrifying.
Speaker 1: We stayed there for about an hour and stunned silence,
Speaker 1: before we had the courage to run to the adults.
Speaker 1: Our older sister told them what she saw, but no
Speaker 1: one believed her. We didn't know what we had seen
Speaker 1: until we went to Kentucky to visit my family. Our
Speaker 1: older sister told our aunt what happened, and she said
Speaker 1: it sounded like a bigfoot. I got on her computer
Speaker 1: and I found sounds and pictures and stories of other
Speaker 1: people's encounters with this creature. I found one particular bigfoot
Speaker 1: scream that made the hair stand up on the back
Speaker 1: of my neck. My twin was there too, and both
Speaker 1: of us had tears in our eyes. We had heard
Speaker 1: that horrible scream before. Now. Since then, I've had many
Speaker 1: run ins with other cryptids, and I tell everyone who
Speaker 1: will listen what I've seen. I don't blame you if
Speaker 1: you don't believe me. These stories are true. And she
Speaker 1: signs off. Let's see if she says not to say
Speaker 1: her name, doesn't say so. She signs off, Amanda, Man,
Speaker 1: that's like a lifetime of weird experiences with the ghosts
Speaker 1: and cryptids and even exotic animals. I remember reading about
Speaker 1: that story up in Ohio where the owner let all
Speaker 1: of his lions and tigers and all that kind of
Speaker 1: stuff just let it out in the area and then
Speaker 1: committed suicide. And I think law enforcement had to come
Speaker 1: in and kill all of these animals. And these were like,
Speaker 1: these are man eaters that this person let out. I
Speaker 1: don't personally me, I don't think anyone should be allowed
Speaker 1: to keep that kind of animal in their house or
Speaker 1: on their property. They're just They're just death machines, is
Speaker 1: what they are. That's a whole other topic that I'm
Speaker 1: really interested in, but I won't get into it here.
Speaker 1: But that kind of struck me in this story, along
Speaker 1: with all her other experiences. I'm surprised there wasn't more
Speaker 1: in this story about all those animals getting loose, because
Speaker 1: that is a fascinating story. Biway, Amanda, thank you for
Speaker 1: sending the story. It was wonderful. I really appreciate it.
Speaker 1: Thank you. I am a Native American woman, and although
Speaker 1: my encounter happened almost twenty years ago, it is as
Speaker 1: clear in my mind as if it happened just yesterday,
Speaker 1: and I'm sure it always will be. I've lived my
Speaker 1: life doing things off grid, and usually as far out
Speaker 1: in the wilderness as I can go. I've climbed to
Speaker 1: the summit of the mountains and stayed twelve thousand feet
Speaker 1: in a tent by myself for a month, and I've
Speaker 1: slept in the snow just for fun. I'm that woman
Speaker 1: who usually can't find any friends to go camping with
Speaker 1: me because no one wants to rough it as far
Speaker 1: out as I go. You would think that I would
Speaker 1: have had my encounter in one of these remote places
Speaker 1: on one of my excursions, but I didn't. I came
Speaker 1: across this being right smack dab in the middle of
Speaker 1: the day, right off a crowded beach full of swimmers
Speaker 1: in northeastern Washington. I had gone kayaking with my kids,
Speaker 1: my sister in law and her kids at a large
Speaker 1: wilderness lake by the Canadian border. We stopped at a
Speaker 1: crowded beach at midday so that we could eat our
Speaker 1: lunch and stretch our legs, and while we were there,
Speaker 1: my sister in law and I both felt extremely uneasy
Speaker 1: and we decided not to stay long. She and I
Speaker 1: joked about a serial killer in the area and tried
Speaker 1: to make light of our unease, but at the same
Speaker 1: time we made it a point to tell the kids
Speaker 1: to go in in pairs if anyone had to use
Speaker 1: the outhouse. She and I also went to yeah, and
Speaker 1: I remember feeling like I was going to be pounced
Speaker 1: on at any given moment while I guarded the outhouse
Speaker 1: door for her. It had taken us hours to get there,
Speaker 1: and we knew we were pushing our luck to make
Speaker 1: it back before dusk, So after the kids had eaten
Speaker 1: and played in the water for a while, she loaded
Speaker 1: them up in their boats and they all left together.
Speaker 1: I lagged behind so I could eat my lunch and
Speaker 1: sneak a much needed cigarette. I didn't intend on being
Speaker 1: there too long, so I just pushed off the shore
Speaker 1: in my boat and I sat in it while I
Speaker 1: ate and had a smoke. I noticed that the beach
Speaker 1: had emptied of the many families who were swimming, and
Speaker 1: I was now completely alone. Started feeling scared, so I
Speaker 1: paddled out a few yards from the beach with the
Speaker 1: thought in my mind that I had more than enough
Speaker 1: time to get away if something or someone tried to
Speaker 1: swim out there to get me. That's funny, the stupid
Speaker 1: stuff that goes through your mind during times like this.
Speaker 1: I was until I noticed off in the distance a
Speaker 1: tall old man walking down a steep embankment with two
Speaker 1: small boys ahead of him. He sat on a stump
Speaker 1: under a rope swing about one hundred yards off the beach,
Speaker 1: and he watched the boys while they tossed stones and
Speaker 1: played at the water's edge. I decided to sit in
Speaker 1: my boat offshore about twenty five yards to finish my
Speaker 1: lunch and watch them. But as I sat there, I
Speaker 1: was beginning to let my imagination get the best of me.
Speaker 1: I had given my life as to one of the kids,
Speaker 1: and since I'm a lousy swimmer, I decided to paddle
Speaker 1: over to the shore and stay within reach of it
Speaker 1: while I made my way back around the lake. I
Speaker 1: kayaked over to the bank and headed into the direction
Speaker 1: of my family, who were now about a quarter of
Speaker 1: a mile ahead of me in big water. I had
Speaker 1: to pass right by this old man along my way.
Speaker 1: He was sitting with his left leg crossed over his
Speaker 1: all right, and his hands were clasped over his upper knee,
Speaker 1: and he was staring at me, slowly circling his foot
Speaker 1: in the air. As I got closer to him, I
Speaker 1: noticed the two little boys had vanished, but I no
Speaker 1: longer felt uneasy. In fact, I felt safe knowing he
Speaker 1: had his eyes on me so intently. I thought that
Speaker 1: if there was something dangerous in the water and I
Speaker 1: accidentally rolled my boat, he would at least see it
Speaker 1: and maybe even rescue me. He never took his eyes
Speaker 1: off me. I waved to him to be polite, but
Speaker 1: he didn't wave back. I thought he must not have
Speaker 1: seen me wave and assumed that he was old because
Speaker 1: he was wearing a turtleneck sweater and long pants. It
Speaker 1: was in the middle of August and it was such
Speaker 1: a hot day that I figured he must be old,
Speaker 1: as my father was old and had bad circulation. He
Speaker 1: always wore clothes that seemed way too warm for the season.
Speaker 1: I waved at the old man again, but he still
Speaker 1: didn't wave back, and then I knew he had seen
Speaker 1: me and was just being rude. So I smiled at
Speaker 1: him anyway, And since I was only a few yards
Speaker 1: away and cruising slowly closer, I wanted to be friendly
Speaker 1: and let him know that I was not a threat.
Speaker 1: I approached him and saw that he was not an
Speaker 1: old man at all. He was only in his mid forties.
Speaker 1: His hair with salt and pepper, and his beard had
Speaker 1: some streaks of gray. He was an extremely handsome, movie
Speaker 1: star quality man with perfect features. I was staring at
Speaker 1: him with my jaw drop because people that attractive don't
Speaker 1: show up very often, especially in these parts. He seemed
Speaker 1: to have a gleam in his eyes that suggested he
Speaker 1: was enjoying my reaction to him. Now he wasn't glaring
Speaker 1: at me, but he was squinting from the sun, and
Speaker 1: even though his eyes were narrowed, I could still tell
Speaker 1: he had large, thick lashes. His skin was dark tand
Speaker 1: and he looked native. But he had a full, short,
Speaker 1: trimmed beard, and his shoulders were broad, and his chest
Speaker 1: muscles and biceps were defined. He was absolutely perfect. I
Speaker 1: passed him just feet away, and I realized he was
Speaker 1: not wearing a turtleneck. He wasn't wearing any clothes at all.
Speaker 1: He was completely covered in short, glossy, silver tipped hair.
Speaker 1: I realized I was being rude for staring at him,
Speaker 1: and I looked ahead of my boat, but I couldn't
Speaker 1: unsee what I had just seen, and my curiosity got
Speaker 1: the best of me, and when I looked back over
Speaker 1: my shoulder at him, he stood up. If I wasn't
Speaker 1: intrigued before, I was now he must have been at
Speaker 1: least eight feet tall. It was unreal. Now I wasn't afraid.
Speaker 1: I was just stunned, and my only thought was what
Speaker 1: kind of skin disorder must this man have? And why
Speaker 1: was this insanely tall Newdess living clear out here in
Speaker 1: the middle the wilderness. I looked ahead of my boat
Speaker 1: for a moment, and when I glanced back over my
Speaker 1: shoulder again, the man was gone. He had gone up
Speaker 1: in the trees. By the time I caught up with
Speaker 1: my family, my sister in law brought to my attention
Speaker 1: that a hunter had been walking at the top of
Speaker 1: the mountain on a huge open clearing alongside me. I
Speaker 1: was in the water, and he was about a half
Speaker 1: mile away. As the crow flies, he kept up with
Speaker 1: my boat, and he walked looking down the mountain towards
Speaker 1: me every few steps for the rest of the day.
Speaker 1: He was far away that his body hair looked like clothing. Again,
Speaker 1: though I didn't mention that detail to my family. By
Speaker 1: the time I was loading up the boats in my truck,
Speaker 1: it was almost dark and we were exhausted. I kept
Speaker 1: catching myself stopping and looking up into the darkness of
Speaker 1: the tree line at the edge of the lake every
Speaker 1: few minutes because I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
Speaker 1: Even though I didn't see him, I knew he was
Speaker 1: there in the trees, that he was still watching me.
Speaker 1: So I didn't tell the others what I saw because
Speaker 1: they would have laughed. I never once thought he was
Speaker 1: a Sasquatch. I thought that was a myth told by
Speaker 1: elders to keep kids from straying too far from camp.
Speaker 1: I honestly thought he was just an attractive man with
Speaker 1: some kind of skin disorder that caused excessive body hair,
Speaker 1: and I set out to research that. I was perusing
Speaker 1: the Internet searching for information when I came across an
Speaker 1: informative website. It was a forum of anomalies, and if
Speaker 1: you told him your story, maybe they could help you
Speaker 1: solve your mystery. I posted what I had seen, and
Speaker 1: I didn't think anything of it until I got a
Speaker 1: phone call just a short while later. Within an hour,
Speaker 1: my caller ID read US government. I picked up, thinking
Speaker 1: something bad must have happened to a relative. The person
Speaker 1: who answered said he wanted to talk to me about
Speaker 1: the Sasquatch I had written about. I knew then that
Speaker 1: I didn't want to talk to him, and I panicked
Speaker 1: and I hung up. Did I really hear him say Sisquatch?
Speaker 1: I eventually got up the nerve and I told my story.
Speaker 1: And I received a lot of ridicule, even from my family.
Speaker 1: So I was held bent on finding anyone I could
Speaker 1: talk to who would believe me. At the time, the
Speaker 1: BFRO seemed to be the most trustworthy source, so I
Speaker 1: told them my story and it wasn't long before I
Speaker 1: was asked to be interviewed on several Bigfoot radio stations
Speaker 1: and speak at several conferences. I want to make one
Speaker 1: thing clear. The man I saw was just that he
Speaker 1: was a man. He was not a Nate. He was intelligent,
Speaker 1: and even though he didn't speak to me, I could
Speaker 1: tell he had a personality and a soul. I will
Speaker 1: admit with all my heart that when I looked into
Speaker 1: his eyes, I felt like I was looking at someone
Speaker 1: who was superior to me in intelligence, kind of like
Speaker 1: a college professor, when you're just starting high school. I
Speaker 1: don't tell a lot of people the details of this
Speaker 1: encounter because the ridicule is unrelenting. Had I been terrified
Speaker 1: by some hideous monster and barely made it out alive,
Speaker 1: I think people might accept my testimony more than they
Speaker 1: do with my story. But that's not what happened. Though.
Speaker 1: Since none of us are experts, I fail to see
Speaker 1: how we can all learn about the diversity in these
Speaker 1: beings by listening to each other. Instead, we shun the
Speaker 1: ones that don't fit the narrative. That's why I swallowed
Speaker 1: my pride and shared with you what I saw. Thank
Speaker 1: you for reading my story. I realize it's different from
Speaker 1: most encounters, and I'm going to get flat for it,
Speaker 1: but it's worth it to me to see if there
Speaker 1: are others out there who have had similar encounters with
Speaker 1: beings who were more human than animal. And she signs
Speaker 1: off sincerely, two hawks laughing. She said at the beginning
Speaker 1: she was a native woman, and that's her I'm sure
Speaker 1: that's her native given name. I don't expect that you're
Speaker 1: going to catch any flack from anybody that listens to
Speaker 1: this channel. We've gotten rid of most of the crazy,
Speaker 1: nasty people that make those comments. Two hawks laughing. I
Speaker 1: think if you this story maybe two years old, I
Speaker 1: don't know. It's got sent to me a long time ago,
Speaker 1: and I hope she's still listening and here's this. But
Speaker 1: I think if you'll read through the comments, you'll find
Speaker 1: that the people who watch and comment on this channel
Speaker 1: are just good people. They're not. You may see one,
Speaker 1: and if I see one, I just ban them from
Speaker 1: ever commenting again, because it's so useless. I mean, who
Speaker 1: waste their time to make a nasty kind It just
Speaker 1: makes it. It will never make sense to me. It
Speaker 1: will never make sense to me. But if I see one,
Speaker 1: I'll ban them from a comment. But I guarantee you
Speaker 1: nine hundred and ninety nine out of thousand will be supportive,
Speaker 1: will be understanding, and you may connect with someone who's
Speaker 1: had a similar experience. So I'm so glad you sent
Speaker 1: this in. This is a great story and you wrote
Speaker 1: it really succinctly and well and to the point, and
Speaker 1: it was just a perfect story to read on this podcast,
Speaker 1: And I hope you get some interaction with people who
Speaker 1: you can connect with. It may have seen something similar.
Speaker 1: I really hope that happens. So thank you to two
Speaker 1: hawks laughing for sending this story. Okay, I've got time
Speaker 1: to do another little short UFO experience and then we'll
Speaker 1: wind this up. My husband and I had a UFO
Speaker 1: siding when we were visiting the southern part of New Jersey.
Speaker 1: We were in the area from my father in law's
Speaker 1: funeral and we were staying with our close friends. After
Speaker 1: a day on the Jersey shore, a group of us
Speaker 1: enjoyed our night together around the firepit. But as we
Speaker 1: were getting ready to wrap up the night, we saw
Speaker 1: flashes in the sky and surrounding trees. Well, we started
Speaker 1: to investigate and we headed to the front of the property,
Speaker 1: assuming it was lightning or fireworks, even though there were
Speaker 1: hardly any clouds in the sky. We settled around the
Speaker 1: fire pit in the backyard again and we looked at
Speaker 1: the sky, and that's when we saw a UFO shaped
Speaker 1: object highlighted in a cloud from the light of the moon,
Speaker 1: and it moved and descended at incredible speeds, and just
Speaker 1: as we were wrapping our heads around what we were
Speaker 1: looking at, it vanished. It was as amazing as it
Speaker 1: was unsettling. Thank you for your channel, and for sharing
Speaker 1: all the stories you do. That was a little short story,
Speaker 1: but no less amazing to the person who sent this up.
Speaker 1: As much as a bigfoot, I would love to see
Speaker 1: something like that. You don't, She didn't. They didn't actually
Speaker 1: see lights, They actually saw the craft and then boom
Speaker 1: it was gone. To me, that's fascinating, fascinating stuff. Anyway,
Speaker 1: I wanted to squeeze one more in thank you all
Speaker 1: for listening to this podcast. I really appreciate you. We'll
Speaker 1: have more to come this week and we'll see you
Speaker 1: when we get another one done, and that'll be soon.
Speaker 1: Thank you all.