Speaker 1: I'm fifty nine years old and have been an avid
Speaker 1: hunter for most of my life. I moved to Florida
Speaker 1: in nineteen seventy nine and began my life as a
Speaker 1: musician and a faux artist. As a young man, I
Speaker 1: was introduced to Florida hunting by a good friend of
Speaker 1: mine who has since passed away. This story takes place
Speaker 1: in the Three Lakes Wildlife Management Area in Oceola County, Florida.
Speaker 1: The year was nineteen ninety five. It was Thanksgiving Day.
Speaker 1: We were camping in a public camping ground with good friends.
Speaker 1: My friend Jim and I decided to hunt the swamp island,
Speaker 1: as we did many times before. It was just another day.
Speaker 1: We had to be back at camp before one o'clock
Speaker 1: for dinner, so we left the island about twelve o'clock
Speaker 1: in the afternoon. Now bear in mind it was gun season.
Speaker 1: You're required to wear five hundred inches of orange in
Speaker 1: a wildlife management area in Florida. Any person that would
Speaker 1: attempt to hunt during rifle season without orange would be
Speaker 1: absolutely crazy and a little bit stupid. Jim and I
Speaker 1: hunted this island, which is in itself extremely spooky. In fact,
Speaker 1: his wife would not even go out there because she
Speaker 1: thought there were Indian spirits of some sort, which I
Speaker 1: didn't argue with. The walk to the island was in
Speaker 1: about two and a half foot of water for about
Speaker 1: one hundred and fifty yards in a thick cypress swamp.
Speaker 1: I kept this trail cut minimally for accessibility, and I
Speaker 1: knew it very well. I had hunted this island dozens
Speaker 1: of times alone. It's funny because I'm a grown man,
Speaker 1: and still the Boogeyman gives me the willies, if you
Speaker 1: know what I'm saying. We all know there are things
Speaker 1: out in there that we cannot explain. When I'm in
Speaker 1: the woods, I'm always on a alert for anything. We
Speaker 1: did not see any deer or pigs during the morning
Speaker 1: that I can remember. We left this island to go
Speaker 1: back to the vehicle. Upon arrival, I opened my back
Speaker 1: window to my Bronco and it made the usual screeching
Speaker 1: sound which I could not seem to get rid of.
Speaker 1: We loaded our firearms into the back of the truck.
Speaker 1: I did this first, and then Jim followed up doing
Speaker 1: the same. As Jim loaded his guns in the truck,
Speaker 1: I walked out to the road. I looked down the
Speaker 1: road for game, only to see this huge, tall, lanky
Speaker 1: figure walking diagonally to the other side of the road
Speaker 1: into the thick palmadows. I said to my friend Jim,
Speaker 1: look at this crazy dude in the gilly suit without
Speaker 1: his orange vest on. By description, the hare looked the
Speaker 1: same color as buck hair, brown but not too long.
Speaker 1: Body was a lanky looking in very tall, very long
Speaker 1: arms and wide. It seemed to be a male, and
Speaker 1: did not notice us in the road looking at him
Speaker 1: because he was walking away at an angle. Jim made
Speaker 1: a remark and came to the road and looked at
Speaker 1: this thing. I remember saying, what a fool. Just then
Speaker 1: another smaller one came out holding what seemed to be
Speaker 1: either a baby or a pregnant belly. Now when I
Speaker 1: saw this, obviously to me it was a female. She
Speaker 1: had jet black hair from head to toe. She had
Speaker 1: large breasts and a big belly. My friend Jim said, dang,
Speaker 1: that's a gal in his twangy country boy voice. My
Speaker 1: next words were those or swamp apes? Man. I want
Speaker 1: to tell you, the hair on the back of our
Speaker 1: necks was up as high as it could go. Both
Speaker 1: of us got freaked out as this female saw us
Speaker 1: looking at her and hobbled off into the thick falalmatos
Speaker 1: very quickly. She ran very funny because of what she
Speaker 1: was carrying, and I distinctly remember it. Jim and I
Speaker 1: immediately got into my Bronco and drove down to the spot,
Speaker 1: which was about one hundred and fifty yards away. We
Speaker 1: got out and started to walk into the pal meadows,
Speaker 1: and Jim said to me that he felt like he
Speaker 1: was being watched, and he said he was not going in.
Speaker 1: I agreed with this completely because I had no interest
Speaker 1: in shooting one of these things or getting my butt whip.
Speaker 1: I just wanted to see one close up. Just then,
Speaker 1: another hunter drove up and got out of his vehicle
Speaker 1: and asked us what was walking across the road. He
Speaker 1: had been using his scope looking down the road and
Speaker 1: back of us when the creatures were walking across. I
Speaker 1: didn't know this at the time because it was way
Speaker 1: down the road. He said he couldn't tell what they were,
Speaker 1: but they didn't look normal as far as their coloration
Speaker 1: and the way they were walking. Anyhow, we told the
Speaker 1: guy what we saw and what we thought they were.
Speaker 1: He kind of snickered and said I'm really not surprised,
Speaker 1: and then he left. Meanwhile, Jim and I had to
Speaker 1: go back to the camp and tell our families about
Speaker 1: this experience. Everybody thought we were crazy, but after a
Speaker 1: few hours my wife knew that I was obviously upset
Speaker 1: and freaked out. She believed me and she got kind
Speaker 1: of freaked out as well. So then I went to
Speaker 1: the Czech station and I reported it to the game warden.
Speaker 1: Of course, they laughed and asked me if I was
Speaker 1: consuming alcohol or had been smoking something. I reported my
Speaker 1: sighting to the Florida Bigfoot Research Organization and filed my
Speaker 1: sighting online. The following weekend, they did go out with
Speaker 1: me to the spot, but we couldn't find any evidence
Speaker 1: because of the drought we were experiencing. A few snap
Speaker 1: branches in odd trails were all we could find. Ever
Speaker 1: since that time, things changed for me as a hunter.
Speaker 1: I now carry a firearm pretty much all the time
Speaker 1: while hunting. Even with archery, my days in the swamp
Speaker 1: are limited because I do not want to run into
Speaker 1: a family of bigfoots in the swamp. It was enough
Speaker 1: for me that I had seen them once, so I
Speaker 1: kind of gave them that place. So My encounter is
Speaker 1: not violent, and it really wasn't terrifying, but it did
Speaker 1: freak me out. My friend Jim has since passed, and
Speaker 1: his wife finally believed what he saw after a few months.
Speaker 1: I found your stories on YouTube to be very entertaining
Speaker 1: and interesting, though mine does not compare to most that
Speaker 1: I've heard. I guess that's a matter of perspective. I reckon.
Speaker 1: I still enjoy hunting, but mostly traditional archery in rural areas.
Speaker 1: I hope you find this story somewhat entertaining, and I
Speaker 1: have enjoyed telling it. This was my special time and
Speaker 1: my place in life. Maybe one day I will go
Speaker 1: out there again, just to see the old swamp island.
Speaker 1: Most of my fondest memories as a growing up in
Speaker 1: central Mississippi or centered around hunting and fishing. When I
Speaker 1: was big enough to go hunting and fishing, mostly keeping
Speaker 1: up with the adults, I got to experience deer camp life. Man.
Speaker 1: That was an experience all on its own. When I
Speaker 1: was nine, my dad came home with a frosted ear
Speaker 1: Walker coonhound puppy. He said he'd paid the owner thirteen
Speaker 1: dollars for her, which was the price for registering dog
Speaker 1: papers in nineteen eighty one. The guy said he sold
Speaker 1: her cheap because frosted eer dogs won't hunt. Boy, was
Speaker 1: he wrong. We named her Lady. Dad and I started
Speaker 1: training her, and it seemed like no time before we
Speaker 1: had a year and a half old dog that would
Speaker 1: hammer out coons in just a few minutes. Around the
Speaker 1: time I was about eleven or twelve, my sister got married.
Speaker 1: I started spending time with her and her new husband,
Speaker 1: who it turns out, loved to hunt as much as
Speaker 1: me and Dad. So when Dad was at work, I
Speaker 1: would go hunting with my brother in law and his friend.
Speaker 1: We would hit the corn fields in the river bottoms
Speaker 1: and hunt, sometimes until the early morning hours. Back then,
Speaker 1: if the landowner saw us hunting, he'd stop and make
Speaker 1: conversation just so he could hear that frosted ear walker
Speaker 1: echoing through the night air. Those are the memories that
Speaker 1: decorate my childhood. One night in the autumn of nineteen
Speaker 1: eighty four, Lady and I were heading off on a
Speaker 1: hunt with my brother in law and his friend to
Speaker 1: some farm land off the Kenneybrew Road in Pocahontas, Mississippi.
Speaker 1: We were riding in an early seventies model two wheel
Speaker 1: drive Toyota that my brother in law had gotten from
Speaker 1: a step dad. It was just an old hunting truck
Speaker 1: and it had a lot of issues to prove it.
Speaker 1: When we turned lady out on the north side of
Speaker 1: Kennerbrew Road, it wasn't long before she struck and took
Speaker 1: a small ditch headed south to what we called Kennerbrew.
Speaker 1: We jumped in the truck and headed back to the pavement.
Speaker 1: A few minutes later, we were standing on the bridge
Speaker 1: the lady had just run under and listening to her
Speaker 1: run deeper and deeper into the swamp. Suddenly she started
Speaker 1: tree barking. My brother in law said, she's a long
Speaker 1: way back there. Man. That was trouble, and we knew it.
Speaker 1: The area was posted as private, but we were going
Speaker 1: to get dad's dog. We walked along the ditch and
Speaker 1: had high briars for about fifteen minutes until we came
Speaker 1: to the edge of the swamp. We stopped to catch
Speaker 1: our breath. Even though it was fall, it was still hot.
Speaker 1: We stood listening to lady on the tree for a
Speaker 1: minute before we started walking towards her. All of a sudden,
Speaker 1: she stopped. We stopped walking and my brother in law said, listen.
Speaker 1: It was so quiet we could hear an occasional vehicle
Speaker 1: on Highway forty nine. We waited about ten minutes or so,
Speaker 1: and then we started call for lady. Several minutes went by,
Speaker 1: and we decided we'd better get back to Kinnerbrew Road
Speaker 1: in case lady went back to where we turned her out.
Speaker 1: But instead of going back the way we came, we
Speaker 1: slipped out onto someone's driveway and we went out that way.
Speaker 1: As we walked along in the moonlight from deep in
Speaker 1: the swamp where we'd last heard lady on the tree,
Speaker 1: something screamed. It was like a cross between a pig
Speaker 1: squealing and a bull growling all in one. What was that?
Speaker 1: I asked, trying not to sound as startled as I was.
Speaker 1: American Werewolf in London had come out in nineteen eighty one.
Speaker 1: I didn't like scary movies, and my brother in law
Speaker 1: knew it. But he's a character, so he quipped, Oh, oh,
Speaker 1: that's just the American werewolf from London coming to get you.
Speaker 1: We all laughed and kept walking. Finally we got back
Speaker 1: to the truck, but there was no dog. We drove
Speaker 1: into a sage fill that went all the way to
Speaker 1: the edge of the swamp. As soon as we stopped
Speaker 1: and turned off the truck, we heard the sound again,
Speaker 1: coming from the same area. Nowbody said a word. It
Speaker 1: was disturbingly quiet. About thirty seconds went by and it
Speaker 1: screamed again, except now it had cut the distance between
Speaker 1: us in half. This time it was my brother in
Speaker 1: law who asked, what was that. His friend said, I
Speaker 1: don't know any animal that makes that kind of noise
Speaker 1: and moves that fast. Another thirty or forty seconds passed
Speaker 1: and it screamed again. It had to be within five
Speaker 1: hundred yards of us. Now we waited another twenty seconds.
Speaker 1: This time it was so loud I felt the rumble
Speaker 1: in my chest. It couldn't have been more than seventy
Speaker 1: five feet from the field. I think I almost passed out.
Speaker 1: At that point, my brother in law's friend crouched down
Speaker 1: on the floorboard and screamed, get us out of here.
Speaker 1: My brother in law, who had been standing beside the truck,
Speaker 1: jumped in and fired it up. He had gone limp,
Speaker 1: and he said, I melted around the gear shift. The
Speaker 1: truck started and then immediately died. Apparently, when I went limp,
Speaker 1: I turned off the toggle switch mounted to the gear
Speaker 1: shift for the add on twelve fuel pump. He had
Speaker 1: to pull me back up in the seat so he
Speaker 1: could turn the switch and start the truck again, and
Speaker 1: we didn't stop until we were back on the pavement.
Speaker 1: We drove around for a while, but we couldn't find lady.
Speaker 1: We went home and we told Dad what happened. He
Speaker 1: and my brother in law went back at daylight and
Speaker 1: called for lady from the bridge. After just a few minutes,
Speaker 1: she came out. Dad sure was glad to see her.
Speaker 1: We told different people about what had happened that night.
Speaker 1: We got told it was a big cat with its
Speaker 1: head in a hole. That's why it sounded far away
Speaker 1: at first. Then it pulled its head out some and
Speaker 1: it would sound like it was moving. Some of the
Speaker 1: older people said that they do this to get game
Speaker 1: to move. I didn't buy that old tale. It's funny
Speaker 1: how sounds can trigger memories. Over the past year and
Speaker 1: a half, I've had three shoulder surgeries. While sitting in
Speaker 1: my lazy boy with tons of time on my hands,
Speaker 1: I started watching a lot of YouTube channels. My daughter
Speaker 1: suggested cryptids, and that's how I found your channel I
Speaker 1: had binge watched all of your stories when a suggested
Speaker 1: channel came up with the most terrifying sounds in the
Speaker 1: Canadian woods. When I heard that scream, the hair stood
Speaker 1: up on the back of my neck. Every detail of
Speaker 1: that fall night when I was twelve came flooding back.
Speaker 1: Until then I had simply blocked it out subconsciously. It
Speaker 1: must have been what was drawing me to your channel.
Speaker 1: Thank you for not using my real name. There are
Speaker 1: a lot of people around here who would label me
Speaker 1: a crackpot. You are a crackpot. Chan. I'm just kidding, man,
Speaker 1: this is a great story. This kind of reminds me
Speaker 1: of a story I did. I think it was like
Speaker 1: the second or third video I did about a guy
Speaker 1: here who told me a story about Bigfoot killing his
Speaker 1: best dog, and her name was Belle. Oh Man. This
Speaker 1: bigfoot actually got a hold of this dog and impaled
Speaker 1: it on a sapling that looked like he had broken
Speaker 1: it off just to shove her down on. Apparently, they
Speaker 1: don't like dogs, and they especially don't like coon dogs
Speaker 1: and coon dogs when you know, when they're in the kennel,
Speaker 1: they're just as friendly as they can be. But you
Speaker 1: put them on a scent, and you turn them loose
Speaker 1: and they start getting after the coons. Man, those things
Speaker 1: get vicious and they they will go after since like
Speaker 1: that bigfoot leaves behind and heard I've heard story after
Speaker 1: story about raccoon dogs doing that. So this was a
Speaker 1: great story. I appreciate you spending the time. You wrote
Speaker 1: it well and we all enjoy at chan. Thank you, sir.
Speaker 1: From a small town in Saline County, Illinois. The event
Speaker 1: takes place a few moons ago when I was sixteen.
Speaker 1: As a kid and a teenage boy, my friends and
Speaker 1: I spent our free time playing in the woods. Somewhere
Speaker 1: any place there was a creek to swim in, a
Speaker 1: tree or rocks to climb on, we were there. Our
Speaker 1: area was full of different legends and lore as well.
Speaker 1: Some stories were passed down through generations of the native
Speaker 1: people who walked the land before us, and some are
Speaker 1: told by our recent ancestors. I assume that some of
Speaker 1: the stories I've heard are campfire stories and just for fun,
Speaker 1: But for a teenager back then, it didn't matter. We
Speaker 1: were fearless and the stories never deterred us. On the contrary,
Speaker 1: it made us more eager for adventure. We dreamed of
Speaker 1: solving an ancient mystery. My friends and I were a
Speaker 1: unique bunch, not that there was anything special about us,
Speaker 1: just by how diverse our group was. And still we
Speaker 1: always managed to get along and overcome challenges amid all
Speaker 1: of our differences. For example, some believed in God while
Speaker 1: others were atheists. Some believed in ghosts and spirits while
Speaker 1: others didn't. We even went on missions looking for UFOs
Speaker 1: and aliens while others refused their existence, but they still
Speaker 1: tagged along for the ride. The area around where I
Speaker 1: live is heavily mined. One of my friends, Ricky, lived
Speaker 1: on some old Mind property. We were all over the
Speaker 1: place out there, hiking and riding dirt bikes. A few
Speaker 1: miles from his house was an old abandoned Mind drag.
Speaker 1: A drag is an enormous piece of equipment. Imagine a
Speaker 1: four story building on track with a boom that reaches
Speaker 1: three hundred feet. It was once an operating giant, and
Speaker 1: now it sat there, resting away. But all we saw
Speaker 1: was a jungle gym for big kids. The only challenge
Speaker 1: was how to get inside the giant beast. It had
Speaker 1: obviously been sealed off to keep would be intruders such
Speaker 1: as ourselves out. But after some time, some teamwork and
Speaker 1: like of fear of heights and confined spaces, we got inside.
Speaker 1: The main objective was to get to the top of
Speaker 1: the boom that pulled the massive bucket. There were five
Speaker 1: of us and we all wanted to make it to
Speaker 1: the end of the main boom. We spent the greater
Speaker 1: part of the day climbing and exploring the machine, and
Speaker 1: we eventually made it to the end of the boom,
Speaker 1: and at the end of the day we discovered more
Speaker 1: areas to explore. From the roof, we found a way
Speaker 1: down to the engine room. It was through a steel
Speaker 1: door and into a vestibule that led to another steel
Speaker 1: door and then the engine room. We all climbed in
Speaker 1: at once and we shut the outside door behind us,
Speaker 1: but we left the inner door open. These are solid
Speaker 1: steel doors rested by years of exposure to the weather,
Speaker 1: and they're not easy to move. We were about to
Speaker 1: head back to the exit hole and we heard a
Speaker 1: bang across from us on the adjacent catwalk, and then
Speaker 1: clanking of feet on steal as someone ran down some stairs,
Speaker 1: across another catwalk and up the other stairs right in
Speaker 1: front of us, we heard another solid steel door slam shut.
Speaker 1: We were some tough guy teenagers at that point, but
Speaker 1: we turned pale and we took off running for our lives.
Speaker 1: We couldn't run fast enough to get out, and to
Speaker 1: get away, we had to head in the direction in
Speaker 1: which we heard this thing running. We had to squeeze
Speaker 1: through a small hatch one by one onto a two
Speaker 1: man platform, then down a ladder, and from there we
Speaker 1: had to descend the machine using the buddy system to
Speaker 1: get to the ground. It was not pretty or professional.
Speaker 1: Five terrified boys were involved here, but we got it
Speaker 1: done and we escaped the Mind Drag safely. Some time later,
Speaker 1: Ricky and I were talking about that day and one
Speaker 1: of our skeptic friends, Ted, was with us. Ted said
Speaker 1: that he thought that we made the whole story up
Speaker 1: about what happened at the old Mind Drag. This led
Speaker 1: to some debate, and so to prove to Ted that
Speaker 1: the story was true, we agreed to take him out there.
Speaker 1: To make things scarier, we agreed to go at night
Speaker 1: with no flashlights. There was half a moon, and we
Speaker 1: knew the land like the back of our hands, so
Speaker 1: it really was not a big deal. At least that
Speaker 1: is what we thought. We knew a short cut off
Speaker 1: an old black top road to save us some walking time,
Speaker 1: and we pulled down an old access road, leaving about
Speaker 1: a quarter mile walk back to the mind Drag. It
Speaker 1: was a qua walk in. None of us talked. The
Speaker 1: only sounds were our feet to the ground, and then
Speaker 1: we heard something in the bushes a few feet off
Speaker 1: the trail, and we stopped to listen. It was out
Speaker 1: of place, but the sound stopped and we kept going.
Speaker 1: The bushes began to shake again after a few paces,
Speaker 1: but this time it was harder and faster. Something was
Speaker 1: there less than fifty feet from where we stood, and
Speaker 1: we had to see what it was, so we walked
Speaker 1: straight to the spot we knew the sound was coming from.
Speaker 1: We stopped a few feet from the hedge and we
Speaker 1: looked around. Everything became quiet once again, and we were
Speaker 1: about to head back to the trail and we heard
Speaker 1: a stick snap. We turned and looked back, and a
Speaker 1: giant creature stood straight up on the other side and
Speaker 1: looked down at us. The only detail that really sticks
Speaker 1: out in my mind, besides its height or its glowing
Speaker 1: red eyes, and its hairy humanoid silhouette the moonlight. As
Speaker 1: this creature rose out of the bushes, I remember it growling.
Speaker 1: It was warning us, much like a dog growls low
Speaker 1: and deep, letting us know that it meant business. I
Speaker 1: don't remember being this afraid ever in my life. I
Speaker 1: actually felt sick. All of us stood there looking up
Speaker 1: at this thing, and shock paralyzed might be a better word.
Speaker 1: But all at once we came to our senses and
Speaker 1: we turned and we ran back to our car. Ricky
Speaker 1: started the engine and we were about to blaze out
Speaker 1: of that place, and Ted yelled stop. Ted wanted to
Speaker 1: go back and make sure of what we had just seen.
Speaker 1: He explained in an excited tone that maybe it was
Speaker 1: our imaginations. We had been talking about ghosts and monsters
Speaker 1: for weeks, and his theory was that we saw what
Speaker 1: we wanted to see. He even said it could have
Speaker 1: been a deer. I knew that I hadn't seen a deer.
Speaker 1: It was too big, and I also knew that it
Speaker 1: could tear us apart if it wanted to. But Ted
Speaker 1: was persuasive, and believe it or not, we agreed to
Speaker 1: go back and take another look. The plan was drawn
Speaker 1: up on the spot. We would bring whatever we could
Speaker 1: find in the trunk for weapons and walk close together
Speaker 1: down the trail, and we wouldn't run back to the car.
Speaker 1: No matter what. We wouldn't run because somehow, in our
Speaker 1: minds we had convinced ourselves what we had seen was
Speaker 1: not real. Armed with a false sense of courage, a
Speaker 1: baseball bat and a tire iron, we began our journey
Speaker 1: back to face our fear ted carried an umbrella. It
Speaker 1: was the only thing left in the trunk. After Ricky
Speaker 1: and I grabbed the other weapons, we paced back down
Speaker 1: the trail, confident that we would not see this thing again.
Speaker 1: But it was waiting on us. On the trail, lit
Speaker 1: by the moonlight, still way taller and bigger than any
Speaker 1: of us, stood the same monster. Once again. We paused
Speaker 1: in amazement. No one dared run. We knew we would
Speaker 1: forever be called a chicken. There was pride involved here.
Speaker 1: So three teenage boys stood in front of an eight
Speaker 1: to nine foot tall beast in the dark like we
Speaker 1: knew what we were doing. It was a staredown. For
Speaker 1: a minute, it didn't appear to be aggressive, which elevated
Speaker 1: our confidence. I took a step forward and my buddies
Speaker 1: followed me with a step of their own. The second
Speaker 1: step I made towards the creature only ten yards away,
Speaker 1: was a lunge. I wanted to startle it and see
Speaker 1: if it would run. Our weapons were held in front
Speaker 1: of us, ready to use. We had made the first move.
Speaker 1: Instantly the creature lunched right back at us with a
Speaker 1: loud roar that shook my internal organs. At that point,
Speaker 1: no one can about being called a chicken. Bravery went
Speaker 1: out the window. I'm not sure how we got out
Speaker 1: of that without wetting our breeches, but we turned and ran.
Speaker 1: The thought kept running through my head what was I thinking?
Speaker 1: That thought stays with me to this day. Gravel sprayed
Speaker 1: behind the car and we made it out of the
Speaker 1: mining area I live. That night, we talked about the
Speaker 1: event for days. At that point in my life, the
Speaker 1: stories of Bigfoot, the tuttle bottomed monster, boogers in the
Speaker 1: woods were all imaginary things I had heard but never
Speaker 1: dreamed were true. For years, my buddies and I messed
Speaker 1: around in those woods. We always heard strange sounds, wood knocks, whistles,
Speaker 1: and other things, and we never thought anything about it.
Speaker 1: The truth is we were never once alone in those woods.
Speaker 1: The stories are true. These things are real, and they
Speaker 1: existed in our world. I saw one, and I even
Speaker 1: challenged it. My advice is to not do that. Ever,
Speaker 1: it has been several years since this happened, and I
Speaker 1: now think the monster had no intention of hurting us.
Speaker 1: You would not have ever convinced me of that when
Speaker 1: it happened, but I think it wanted us out of there.
Speaker 1: It could have been on us in a split second
Speaker 1: and killed all three of us quickly, but it didn't.
Speaker 1: We finally left the area, and I will assume the
Speaker 1: creature got what it wanted. It probably had a big
Speaker 1: laugh with its buddies back at the cave, laughing at
Speaker 1: the kids who challenged the bigfoot. I just thought it
Speaker 1: was a great story. I don't know what else. I've
Speaker 1: never heard one where somebody actually challenged a bigfoot. I've
Speaker 1: heard them where they take shots at them, but I've
Speaker 1: never heard one where a guy actually took a lunge
Speaker 1: at a bigfoot. That's an awesome story, Mike. Thank you
Speaker 1: for the email. Can't you through it?