Speaker 1: Okay, here's a bigfoot story from Colorado. The writer says,
I went elk hunting in Colorado with my whole family,
and the first couple of days went by without seeing
anything at all. That's unusual, since in Colorado they're always deer.
On the second evening, my brothers and I decided to
split up and cover different sides of the mountain to
look for recent signs of the game. My youngest brother
came back to camp well before the rest of us
did and went to pick up our nephews who were
up on a logging road barely wide enough for his truck.
He drove about a mile up there and had to
stop because of a line of rocks half a tire tall,
and they stretched across the road. He got out and
moved a couple of them out of the way, and
he kept driving. Nephews had hopped in and they started
back down the hill. My brother saw that the rocks
he had just moved had been replaced by even bigger rocks,
taller than his tires. He got out and started pushing
them out of the way. When one of the nephews said,
look at that, Harry elk. My brother looked where he
was pointing and yelled at the boys to get back
in the truck and to roll the windows up. He
almost blew his back out getting the rocks out of
the way. Then he jumped back in the truck and
tore off down the road toward the camp. He told
me what happened later that night. That damn rooster. He
told me what happened later that night, when the rest
of us got back, he said that it was not
an elk at all. It was something eight feet tall,
covered in hair and peeking out from behind a tree.
That night, I swear I'm on shoot him. That night,
my brother slept in his truck, and my brother and
his family, my other brother and his family he went
to their tent. My wife and kids and dogs and
I went into our slide ind camper and we slowly
drifted off. About three am, something woke me. I looked
around and I saw my two dogs frozen staring at
the door. Right then, something nudged the camper, as if
testing how much it weighed. It was pitch black outside,
so I decided to wait until daylight to figure out
what had happened. Come morning, I found my young brother
already up sitting in his truck with his knife on
his lap. He told me he was woken up around
two thirty am by something pushing down on his truck
and trying to see if anyone was inside. Since it
was too dark to see, he decided to stay up
until morning. We left that night. Now here's my second experience.
It happened in twenty fifteen, during deer season. I had
decided to go up the mountain for the last weekend
to hunt, and since none of my brothers could take
time off work, I was there alone. Well, Saturday was
a boring day, but the night was unforgettable. I got
back to camp just at dark and hurried to start
a fire so I could fix dinner. As soon as
the fire caught, I began cutting the larger pieces of wood.
I heard codes start to yip and howl. A minute
later came a deep guttural yell just below me on
the mountain, cutting the coyotes right off. An hour later,
some rocks bounced off of trees around my camp, with
a few hitting my tent, and every time I shined
my light into the woods, the rock throwing stopped, and
when I turned the light off, it started again and
every time I tried to ignore it, the rocks got
bigger and bigger. I ended up sleeping in my jeep
and I left the next morning. My last encounter was man,
he's got another one. My last encounter was during this
year's elk season. My brother and I were walking up
an old logging road so overgrown that we could barely
get through. After a few hours, we turned back, and
when we were just about to reach the main road,
a loud whistling came from a creek bed down below.
My brother and I were looking for blaze orange since
it was rifle season and hunters are required to wear that,
but we only saw trees. Every time we took a
step towards the main road, the whistling from the creek
would sound again, as if trying to lure us down there.
After a few minutes of us standing there, confused and listening,
you can bet our last dollar that we hotfooted. Hot footed.
We hotfooted it out of there and didn't go back
to that spot for an evening hunt. Okay, first, I'm
sorry about that old loud rooster crowing, but my chickens
have been through some trauma the last month or so,
and I'm just not chasing them off or anything. I'm
just letting them relax, get back used to the area,
quit learning about dogs killing them. I don't know if
I told y'all or not, but we had twenty plus
chickens killed by a pack of four wild dogs that
came in one night and bowled their way into our
chicken coop. And it was a total carnage in the
chicken coop. And it was so sad. I'll never forget
my wife just wailing, and she loves these birds, and
all I wanted to do was just put my hands
over my ears and not hear her doing that. But
it was a horrible couple of days picking all those
birds up, throwing them out, and there he goes again
and get rid of them. But back on this story,
this man has had three encounters. One his family had
a visual on a road. It's just unbelievable. Well how
these animals just mess with people, These bigfoots just mess
with people. But it was a very good story, very
well written, and thank you to the writer for sending it. Okay,
this is my first podcast that will be uploaded exclusively
on whatever podcast app that you were listening to. I
have recently been booted from YouTube. I've got five stories
in this one, and at the end, I'm going to
bring up an archive podcast. What that means is and
why I do that is because there are new people
joining all the time. I have a library of eight
years thousands of stories that they may not go back
and listen to, but I'd like them to hear them.
They're great stories, and so I'll be dropping them behind
these new podcast stories. And if you'll go through my library,
you'll see I have an archived podcast. I think I
was up to two hundred almost May. I can't remember.
I started doing those a year ago, just bringing up
older stories and that had not been on the podcast.
They've been on YouTube, but not on this podcast app
and because I wanted people to hear them, because some
of them are great. Anyway, that's all I got to say.
Thank you for listening, and we're about to get into
a brand new podcast, a brand new phase for the
what if It's True podcast life, and I'm kind of
excited about it. All. Right, here we go. My girlfriend
and I were staying the night at our close friend's house.
We were playing Xbox and looking at our phones and
just hanging out When it got late. She and I
said our good nights, and we went downstairs and laid
on two separate couches in the living room, and we
left a lamp on in case one of us needed
to get up and go to the bathroom. I laid
there for a while, having trouble falling asleep, when the
silence was broken by someone coming down the stairs. The
footsteps walked through the doggie gate, opened it, and made
their way into the kitchen. I figured it was our
friend or his mother coming down for a glass of
water or something to eat, and I looked up to
see what it was, only to find an empty, dark kitchen.
I figured I must have been hearing things, and I
tried to sleep again. As I lay there with my
eyes closed, I could see light from the lamp through
my eyelids. Then a dark shadow started swaying side to
side in front of a light, like a hand waving
over my face. I opened my eyes quickly to see
who it was, but there was nothing but the ceiling
above me. I was a little spook, but it was late,
and I knew my tired mind could have been playing
tricks on me, so I rolled onto my stomach and
after a long while, I must have fallen asleep. In
the morning, my girlfriend and I woke up to the
sound of my alarm. We said goodbye to our buddies
and we headed back home. But on our drive back
I told her what happened, she froze. She said she
felt like something was watching her the entire night. At
one point she saw a shit too like a human head,
staring over the couch at her, and it was swaying
back and forth. We were both shocked and disturbed, and
later on I asked my friend if it had been
him playing a trick on us. He responded with a
hard no. I like to think there's a rational explanation
for what we saw, but I can't figure out what
it could be. My friend has a small husky that
has been kindled every night in the room we were
sleeping in, but I think i'd have heard it if
she undid the lock by herself and stuck her nose
in my face. Keep up the good work. We like
your podcast. Thanks for sharing my story. Well, you're welcome.
That to me is terrifying. I can't imagine being in
a strange house, laying on a couch you didn't actually
see it, but your girlfriend did, and that it confirms
what you kind of peripherally saw. That would scare the
crap out of me, and I would be worried for
the family that lives there. It must be some kind
of entity in the house. But it's a great story
and I certainly appreciate you sending it to me. Man,
it was such a spooky story. Thank you. Here is
a story from Australia. It's a Yale story and I
thought this was really good. So here we go. We
have a hobby farm in central Victoria where we run
a few cattle and fifty odd sheet It covers two
hundred acres and around seventeen thousand hectacres of state forest.
Our caravan is permanently parked on the edge of the forest,
and that's where I realized I knew nothing about what's
really out there. Eight years ago, my family went to
the farm to shoot some rabbits for food and do
some gold prospecting and pop some foxes and feral cats.
Back then, our cabins and caravans were in a small
fenced off section on the farm so the cattle wouldn't
wander during the night. Well, one morning around four am,
my wife and I were woken by something big, growling
and grunting no less than fifteen meters away. Judging by
our dog's reaction, who was shaking at our feet, I
thought it was something big, probably a predator. The next morning,
I looked for tracks, but I didn't find anything unusual,
and I asked my brothers if they had heard the
strange growling, but no one had heard anything. Dad said
it was a mum snoring, and then I described what
it sounded like, and they just laughed it off. That
is until we found some sheep dead nearby, with their
legs pulled off their bodies. Now, when dogs kill an animal,
they make a huge mess of it. You'll find blood
everywhere in parts scattered cats will go for the animal's throat.
But we found no damage to the bodies at all.
Only something with the great power can pull a sheep's
leg off without making a mess. Well, Dad destrugged off
and said people must have done this. We started hearing
stories from locals about a beast to Some said it
was a panther and other claimed it was a yowie.
I hadn't heard about that thing since I was a kid,
so I started reading about it online, and I was
shocked by how many sightings had been reported nearer our farm.
Since that night, I've become obsessed with cryptozoology. After a
few years, my daughter was born, and as soon as
she could walk, we started hitting the woods every chance
we could. One time, she wanted to have lunch in
the woods, so I took the day off work and
there we went, And when we reached the creek and
began setting up, she started crying, saying she wanted to
go home. This girl was fearless in the woods. She
even got bitten by a snake at three months old
and didn't shed a tear. What to see her upset
like that told me something bad had scared her. So
we packed up and left. What is it, mate, Nothing
will hurt you out here, I told her. As we
headed back toward the car. She said it was a
big brown monkey by the water and that he didn't
like me. She said it was a bad one, not
like the others on the farm. She said it was
just watching me, but it didn't see him. Well, that
scared the crap out of me. I intentionally never told
her about Yawe's because I didn't want to scare her
from exploring the woods. So how did she know there
were good ones and bad ones. We talked a bit
more and she told me the ones at the farm
wouldn't hurt us because we're good with the animals. But
she also said that some don't want us there. And
not long after that, I found some clear tracks at
our farm. I've been right into animals my whole life.
I volunteered to help wildlife at home for fifteen years,
and our house is like a zoo. We have wombats
in our bed and magpie sleeping on the shower head
in the bathroom. We have kangaroos fighting me whenever I
hung out, washing in the backyard, and possum stealing biscuits
from the kitchen. I started my own many reptiles zoo
the second I turned thirteen, when I could finally get
my advanced reptile license, and suddenly we had venomous snakes
in the house, lizards in every bedroom, and crocodiles under
the house. I like to think I knew just about
everything that was to know about most Australian animals, but
now I know better. My daughter likes listening to your stories,
so I thought I would tell you ours. I stay
safe and thank you for what you do. Okay, mate,
thank you for the story. Wow wow, what a life
you live. And please tell your daughter I said hello
and thank you for talking you. In descending the story,
this Australian yawe sounds similar to the stories that we
hear about sasquatching North America. There's some good ones, some
bad ones. Apparently they have a thing with kids, and
I don't know what that is, but kids see things
in these creatures that adults don't. Sometimes kids see them
and adults don't see them. But it's really odd. Who knows.
We don't have any in captivity and there's no way
to study them, but it is some interesting anecdotal evidence
and behavioral traits that just make you think, make you think,
what's going on with these There's good ones, there's bad ones.
How do you ever know if you run up on
a good one or a bad one? How do you know?
I guess after a few minutes you would know. But
that's that's just my opinion. I don't know anything about
this stuff other than what people write in these stories.
But stay stafe on your stay safe on your farm, sir,
and bring that little girl up and watch her become
a woman. It's really a cool thing. I've got a
daughter and it was so fun watching her grow up
and then become an adult. I just love it. I
love it, love being a dad. All right, mate, thanks
for the story. All right, here's the story about a
possible UFO. It was a Friday night in May and
my girlfriend and I were walking north on Fort Myers
Beach near the Neptune Hotel. We saw three orange lights
on the horizon and we stopped to watch them. I
thought they may have been several planes approaching the regional
Southwest Airport, as we'd seen several commercial jets fly over
on their way to landing. But these lights were moving
at least twice as fast. As they neared the north
end of Fort Myers Beach Island, they changed direction and
disappeared above the clouds. We stood there wondering what we
had just seen, when three more lights moving just like
the first ones. During the ten minutes we stood there watching,
we saw fifteen of these orange lights turn and head
out over the Gulf of Mexico and changed direction and
vanish into the clouds. Just as one group disappeared over
the Gulf more would appear on the horizon. Back home
in Illinois, I live two miles from a large commercial airport.
I see and hear jets and private aircraft every day
and night. But the lights we saw were not from
any aircraft that I know of, and at no point
did we see the red and white flashing strobe lights
that usually indicate a plane. I've traveled to Florida every
year for vacation, but that is the only time I've
seen these lights, and I've tried to find an explanation,
but I still have no idea what they could have been.
I've had an experience or two like this. I've seen
strange lights in the sky, and I think that's why
these stories really really interest me. Some people have Bigfoot experiences,
so they kind of gravitate towards the Bigfoot stories. I've
had an experience like this. I think I've told it
on this podcast before. Maybe i'll tell it again pretty soon.
But this is very interesting, especially that they could see
it so well over the Gulf. I spend some time
down there. It's a beautiful place, and I don't know
I'd like to see lights over the Gulf too, So
thank you so much for sending the story. I thought
it was great. My girlfriend and I were staying the
night at our close friend's house. We were playing Xbox
and looking at our phones and just hanging out. When
it got late, she and I said our good nights,
and we went downstairs and laid on two separate couches
in the living room, and we left a lamp on
in case one of us needed to get up and
go to the bathroom. I laid there for a while,
having trouble falling asleep, when the silence was broken by
someone coming down the stairs. The footsteps walked through the
doggie gate, opened it, and made their way into the kitchen.
I figured it was our friend or his mother coming
down for a glass of water or something to eat,
and I looked up to see what it was, only
to find an empty, dark kitchen. I figured I must
have been hearing things, and I tried to sleep again.
As I lay there with my eyes closed, I could
see light from the lamp through my eyelids. Then a
dark shadow started swaying side to side in front of
a light, like a hand waving over my face. I
opened my eyes quickly to see who it was, but
there was nothing but the ceiling above me. I was
a little spook, but it was late and I knew
my tired mind could have been playing tricks on me.
So I rolled onto my stomach, and after a long while,
I must have fallen asleep. In the morning, my girlfriend
and I wo up to the sound of my alarm.
We said goodbye to our buddies and we headed back home.
But on our drive back I told her what happened.
She froze. She said she felt like something was watching
her the entire night. At one point she saw a
shadow too, like a human head, staring over the couch
at her, and it was swaying back and forth. We
were both shocked and disturbed, and later on I asked
my friend if it had been him playing a trick
on us. He responded with a hard no. I like
to think there's a rational explanation for what we saw,
but I can't figure out what it could be. My
friend has a small husky that has been kindled every
night in the room we were sleeping in, but I
think i'd have heard it if she undid the lock
by herself and stuck her nose in my face. Keep
up the good work, we like your podcast. Thanks for
sharing my story. Well, you're welcome. That to me is terrifying.
I can't imagine being in a strange house laying on
a couch. You didn't actually see it, but your girlfriend did,
and that it confirms what you kind of peripherally saw.
That would scare the crap out of me, and I
would be worried for the family that lives there. It
must be some kind of entity in the house. But
it's a great story and I certainly appreciate you sending
it to me. Man, it was such a spooky story.
Thank you. I've shared this with friends and authorities in
my area and I was met with laughter or sarcasm.
So I'm sharing with you to see if anyone has
experienced something similar. I will start off by saying I
live in the UK. Watching your videos, it is apparent
that there are not a lot of bigfoot encounters from
the UK. I'm from the West Midlands area and I
have rarely heard of similar sightings. I work as a
family social worker and I specialized in families who are
homeless and have difficulties with mental health. While studying. Near
the end of my university degree, I asked to have
an assignment where I would live a period of eighteen
months in homelessness in order to further my career and knowledge.
It was during this year that I had my encounter.
It started off with leaving technology and luxuries behind me
and had a meeting with family and professionals. Before leaving.
I went to the large forest area and was not
so local to my area as it was further away
from society. I would venture most days into a nearby
village and look for odds and ends chores that I
could do for people to earn some sort of scrap
or charge of food. I tried to do the best
that I could for what little I had. I had
heard of some weird sightings of what was a which
are not wild or native in the United Kingdom, or
a community of homeless people around the forest, but nothing
solid and I had not experienced anything myself. I managed
to get some stuff together from the money that I
had been given for mowing a lawn. I bought a
large piece of tarp in some bits of what I
assumed was a ripped gazebo and had fashioned this into
a makeshift tent. I made a shower out of a
bucket with holes that I poked in the bottom. It
had been a few months of living in the forest
and I was going through a normal day to day
routine of fetching water from a nearby brook and hanging
it in a tree to shower, and then I noticed
a dead badger. The body was fresh and clean and
it had no wounds, so I took the opportunity to
take it back to my tent and prepare it for
a meal. Badgers have been known to be vicious and aggressive,
but this is the first of any badgers that I
had had ever seen. After a few days, I noticed
something else weird. While I was walking to the brook.
There was a rabbit carcass in some apples from what
looked like to be from an apple tree not far
from my tent. They weren't very nice though. The weird
thing was this happened for a few weeks, and the
food or the animals were always in the same spot,
around twenty feet from my camp. A few weeks passed
and I began to feel that this was rather odd,
and I was unsure if I was being watched. I
made my way to the brook to collect some water
and get ready to make my way to the village.
I walked out past the spot where I had usually
found these items, and there was nothing there. So I
moved on and thought nothing of it. I could hear
the wildlife around me and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
I hoisted the bucket of water onto my shoulder and
I walked back to the tent. I was approaching the
small clearing where my camp was when I I noticed it.
There was a large figure crouched near a small tree
a little ways past my destination. I'm six foot tall
and I weighed sixteen stone, and I could see this
thing was just going to be a towering mass over me.
I tried not to acknowledge it and ignore it as
I carried on doing my business. I left the bucket
of water by the fire to warm up while I
prepared some food. It wasn't much, but it was what
I had left over from some fish and bread, and
I had a few carrots. I noticed the being standing
up straight and slowly take a few steps toward me.
As big as this thing was, I did not feel
a threat at all. It looked like a bigfoot, but
not one that I had heard described before. It had
hair covering most of its body, but was rather thin
around its arms. Its chest was bare, and its face
was clear. It had brown hair, small gray patches scattered
all over its body. It was holding what looked like
a bunch of blackberries and some wild garlic. Not a
normal lunch that I would have, but I'm not going
to argue with a big foot. It took around forty
minutes of me dosing around the camp for this thing
to get within a couple of yards of me. It
placed the food on the ground and it stepped back.
I had no idea what to do. I sat down
on the camp chair and I began to eat. I
picked up the berries in the garlic and I put
them in my lap. I ripped the garlic leaves into
shreds and put them in my fish sandwich. It was
then I decided to gesture to the creature to take
a sandwich as a thanks for bringing me some food.
It came over to me and it slowly reached out
with its huge hand. It looked like it was missing
the tip of its index finger. As it took it
out of my hand, it let out a sharp, but
pieful grunt, and then it quickly walked away. After about
ten feet it stopped and it sat down on an
old rotten log and it ate the sandwich. I've got
to be honest. When it came over to me, I
have never been more terrified in my life. But it
remained calm and gentle the whole time. During this little
session of what seemed like forever, I had a closer
look at it. Its hair or its fur, was brown,
with a large black patch covering its back and gray
speckle patches all over. It was muscular and had an
odd but not two potents smell. Its face was almost
Neanderthal looking, but with some ape like features. It had
a protruding bottom lip, and as it opened its mouth
to take a bite, I could see very pronounced canine teeth.
Its ears were large but almost flushed to its head.
And this animal must have been eight foot tall and
weighed almost double what I weighed. It was incredible. I
now assumed that it was a male after watching your videos,
and I've heard people describe what we're breast on female bigfoots,
and I thought to myself, I can't believe that I'm seeing.
I think this is a bigfoot man. I did not
know what to do. Its arms and hands were covered
in small scars and scratches which looked like cat or
dog marks, but I wasn't sure. After it finished the food,
it stared at me for a while, and then it
stood up. I carried on what I was doing, and
I hung the bucket of warm water in the tree,
and I got ready to shower. As I looked around
over my shoulder, the creature had gone. This was the
last time that I saw it. I carried on living
homeless for the remainder of that eighteen months and didn't
come across the creature again. I didn't feel scared or
worried or threatened. In fact, it gave me a sense
of safety. It left me food every so often in
the spot, and I in return left a sandwich, sometimes
made with some of the things that left me, just
to show my appreciation. A few months had passed and
I still hadn't seen the animal again in the flesh,
but it felt it around me. I had at this
point planted some potatoes in a patch nearby, and today
was a day that I would harvest them. I was
rummaging through the ground digging up the potatoes when I
heard a grunt. I looked up and I saw a bore.
Boar are known in the local area and wildernesses, and
they're not friendly. This thing grunted and scraped its hoof
against the ground very aggressively. I grabbed the trowel next
to me, even though this boar wouldn't even feel it
if I poked it, and it charged me. And then
the worst happened. It lowered its head and it charged.
My heart stopped and I lost my breath as a loud, deep,
howling roar echoed from a distance. It was so deep
the echo reverberated off the trees. The boar suddenly skidded
along the ground, almost falling, before squealing and then running off.
My body just emptied of sweat. Thankfully, this is the
most dangerous thing that I felt like I encountered, and
thank god the big guy was nearby. I've spoken to
people about this, and almost no one takes me seriously. However,
I know what I saw. I always use this experience
in my professional life by quoting there are always forces
in the universe that will help you if you need it,
or even don't expect it. Just be kind to give
back when you can. I haven't heard anything described quite
like this, and was wondering if there are variations of
what we know is bigfoot that are different in different regions.
The encounter that was shared with me is one that
sticks with me not only because of the experience, but
because of who told it to me. I've not told
this story very many times, but after listening to several
of your videos, I decided to try and share it
as best that I can remember it. Back in the
late eighties and early nineties, I became very good friends
with a Southern Baptist preacher. He led me to the
Lord during this time and we became great friends. We're
the same age, and we both shared a love of outdoors.
We cone hunted and we trapped, and we fished together,
as well as doing outreach for the church where he
was a pastor that I attended. One October evening, he
called me after I got home from work and asked
me if I would drive him so that he could
finish preaching the last night of a revival at a
church about an hour and a half to the west
of the community where we lived. He'd been fighting a
fierce cold all week and had taken some pretty strong medication.
He didn't want to be a hazard to himself or
anyone else by trying to drive. Of course I agreed
to take him. We only lived a few miles apart
on some back roads, and he felt he'd be okay
to travel the short distance to my house and we
would leave from there. We traveled to the church where
he was preaching that night. I think between getting a
little something to eat on the way over, the medicine
he took, and God giving him the strength he went
on to preach one of the best messages I'd ever
heard him preach. After the service had ended and we
set our goodbyes, we proceeded to travel back home. While
traveling back home in my truck, we talked about a
little of everything, starting out, especially about our excitement for
the upcoming hunting and trapping season. I've always had an
interest in Bigfoot Encryptid type story since I was a kid.
To this day, I love to hear accounts of local
legends and happenings that most every small community seemed to have.
After a pause in our conversation, I had a random
thought about a story that I heard as a kid.
It's a well known and documented story about the infield horror.
The story made local and national news at the time
it was happening in the early seventies. I won't go
into detail about it here. There are plenty of stories
online about this. I wanted to ask my pastor friend
about it because he grew up not far from where
all this occurred. I brought it up in a half
joking manner. He laughed and said that it was a
crazy time with the stories of sightings of the monster.
He also commented that it was a dangerous time as
well because of the truckloads of monster hunters riding around
with firearms. Still half joking, I asked him if he
believed that there was anything to it, or was it
on the overdone side. My friend got real quiet and
reflective for a moment. He said, I don't know about
all the sightings that were going on in the early seventies,
but I had something happen to me one night while
I was coon hunting that still gives me the chills
when I think about it. I could tell by the
look on his face and the tone of his voice
that he was being dead serious. I knew this was
coming from a good man of God who'd always been
leveled straight and never lied to me. So this is
the story that he told me. One night when he
was a senior in high school. He got home from
a date about eleven pm or so on a Friday
night in mid November. He said it was coon season,
so he thought he'd changed clothes and load the dogs
up and go see if he could tree a coon.
Yet that night, the area that he was gonna hunt
was on the backside of a state park where his
family had ground that they farmed. Most parks and recreation
areas have fire roads through them. These roads allow access
for emergency vehicles in case of fires, and they are
also used by farmers for access to their fields for
spring planting and fall harvesting. It was here on this
fire road my friend and his two eager hounds began
their late night cone hunt. After parking the truck and
turning the dogs loose, my friend said that he walked
about one hundred to one hundred and twenty five yards
down the fire road with the dogs out in front
of him, aways with the woods of the state park
on his left and a broken wide fence road that
bordered the agricultural fields on his right, he decided to
stop and wait to listen for his dogs, so he
turned off his night light and stood in the quiet
waiting for his hounds to strike a trail. He had
been waiting for about ten minutes when he heard something
running in the woods on his left. He turned his
headlamp on to see the eyes of his dogs reflecting
back at him as they came running out of the
woods and back on to the fire road. They were
running like their tails had caught fire, and they skidded
to a halt, almost tripping him up in the process.
He was annoyed at both of them, but realized that
they were both trembling with fear, and they kept looking
back where they'd run from while seeking reassurance from him.
After about fifteen seconds or so after his dogs returned,
he smelled the most putrid smell he thought he'd ever
smelled in his life. He described it as rotting eggs
with a stagnant, strong, musty damp odor. It made his
gut wrench, he said. While trying to calm his dogs down,
he heard heavy footfall coming from the broken fence row
side of the fire road. Now I'm an outdoorsman too,
and I can relate to what he said. Next, he said,
those footsteps I heard were not a deer or somebody's
cow that was loose. They were too loud to belong
to a smaller four legged animal. Whatever was making that
noise was big, and it was on two legs of that,
I have no doubt. He was scared and yet a
little angry because he thought maybe somebody was sneaking up
on him at night to scare him as a joke
while he was hunting by himself. He called out a
couple of times for whoever this was, to knock it off,
and to remember that he was carrying a firearm. He
then said the firearm comment didn't give him much confidence
because he was only carrying a twenty two rifle. There
was no response, just the continued heavy footfalls, which had
closed to within about thirty yards of his position. He said.
He turned his headlamp on too full beam and shine
the fence row side of the road, looking for whatever
was making the sounds that he was hearing. He said
he saw nothing, but he noticed the footsteps stopped after
he started scanning his light. After not seeing anything, the
flight response took over and he just wanted to get
back to his truck and be away from whatever was
happening as fast as he could. By now he was
shaking with as much fear as the dogs were, and
from the looks they gave him as he was snapping
the leashes on their collars, it was like, we're ready
to ski daddle too. He retreated towards the direction of
his truck at a fast walk, knowing they had some
one hundred and twenty five yards or so to cover.
He stopped dead still, and he listened to hear those
same heavy footsteps stop a couple of seconds after his
dead so he knew he was being shadowed from the
fence row side. On his trip back to the truck,
the futrid smell increased and decreased, but was always present
on his retreat. Finally, when he and the dogs were
with an about thirty yards of his truck, they broke
into a full run to cover the last distance. The
dogs were still trembling so bad he had to lift
each one of them to the tailgate so they could
get back in the dog box for the ride home.
After loading the dogs, he was still trembling so bad
that he dropped his keys once while trying to unlock
the truck door, but once he did everything, went flying
to the far side of the truck cab. In a
rush to go. He slung grass and dirt with the
tires until he hit the gravel road to head home.
Pausing for a minute after he finished his story, he said,
now take your fingers and touch my forearm. I gave
him a strange look. I didn't know what he was
talking about. Just do it, he said. I ran my
hand across his forearm, and I realized then why he
wanted me to do that. Goosebumps covered him from shoulder
to fingertip. That happens to me every time I tell
that story with this much detail, he said. My friend
did not actually see anything. He only heard and smelled it.
He doesn't know for sure what it was, but something
that was very scary happened to him on that coonot, Hey,
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