Speaker 1: Growing up, I lived in the suburbs of Nashville, Tennessee.
In the center of our neighborhood was a large outcropping
of woods, which was about three hundred and fifty acres total.
On one side of the woods was a small bed
of farm land. Bordering on the other sides were neighborhoods
in the highways. The woods were made up of two
large hills with a stream intersecting them. At the peaks
of both hills were two houses and a long strip
of driveway joining the houses and providing a route out
of the woods. All in all, it was a decent
sized portion of wilderness with the various connecting sections that
eventually led to the Cumberland Plateau. It's not the typical
place you'd imagine having Bigfoot experience, given that it isn't
rural and there are so many houses, but that's what
I believe happened. I can't say with absolute certainty, but
these combined experiences were definitely out of the ordinary. They
turned me from someone who did not care about or
believe in Bigfoot into someone who was utterly fascinated by
the subject. My first experience was on a chilly, overcast
fall day when I was ten years old. My dad
and I were having a lazy Sunday watching football when
we got a little bit bored and decided to take
a hike in the woods. We made our way through
the forest, taking time to appreciate this small patch of
isolation in an otherwise urban area. The woods were quiet
and early absent of wildlife. Everywhere, other than an isolated
chirt from a bird or limbs breaking below our feet,
there was silence all around us. As we traversed deeper,
we started to lose our bearings until we ultimately came
upon the aforementioned stream. We decided to follow it. As
we crested the land where it divided, we encountered that
section of driveway that I mentioned earlier. We then decided
we would simply follow the driveway down to whichever street
it led to. We didn't want to trespass on someone
else's land. We continued our hike down the hill, taking
no notice of our surroundings, talking and simply trying to
make our way back. Suddenly, however, from the corner of
my right eye, I saw something that looked out of place.
From far away, it looked like debris, but being the
curious kid, I was an aged closer for a better look.
When I arrived within about ten feet or so of
this mystery item, I realized what it was. It was
a dead deer. This isn't something out of the ordinary
in the woods, far from it. But what was strange
was the manner in which the body was left. All
the legs had been pulled off, yet its head was intact. Additionally,
it was a fresh kill, and all of its ribs
appeared to have been pulled back, exposing an empty abdomen.
I thought nothing of it other than, oh, that's kind
of weird. But before I could truly process everything, my dad,
who was a short way behind me, firmly told me
to turn back and that we were leaving well. I
went along my merry way and did as he said,
not giving it another thought. I don't recall having any
sort of fear or sense that something was out of
the norm, but as my dad would later tell me,
he actually felt that we were in danger. We made
our way down the hill and back to a road
which took us home. We didn't speak of the incident further,
for whatever reason. It wasn't until years later that my
dad told me the hairs on the back of his
neck stood up, and something within him simply told him
the situation was not right. That day, while we have
no proof this was done by Bigfoot, the strange way
in which the deer was left in the feeling my
dad had of being watched gave me the impression that
something strange had occurred. Six years later, my dad and
I were taking a walk around the block on a
frigid February night. As I mentioned earlier, the woods are
in the center of our neighborhood and in close enough
proximity that whatever is occurring can normally be heard if
you were outside. It's common to hear coyotes and birds
and the typical noises that occur in nature. Yet on
this night, what we heard was very, very strange. As
he and I rounded the corner of one of the
roads in our neighborhood, we heard a loud howl which
seemed to reverberate throughout the night for an unnaturally long
period of time. It began loudly and increased in pitch
before if we're finally fading away after eight or so seconds.
It left both of us utterly dumbfounded and amazed. My Dad,
being a believer in bigfoot, looked at me with surprised
white eyes, and I was equally caught off guard and
asked him what we had just heard. He told me
he didn't know, but I'm quite sure he and I
both knew what it was. With all that said, we
are not avid out dorsemen or hunters, and it's possible
all this can be chalked up to misidentification. Yet with
the limited amount of known fauna in the middle of Tennessee,
it's hard for me to imagine we were simply misidentifying
the sound. It was extremely human like, yet it was
also a sound outside of what is possible for a human.
As contradictory as this may sound, that's the best way
I can describe it. It was an animalistic, powerful, semi
human sound. It sounded very similar to the audio from
the Ohio Howes video on YouTube, which is a long,
almost siren like whale that sounds like it's coming from
a large, powerful animal. Whatever the noise was, it stunned us.
We stood there, dumbfound to trying to comprehend what we'd
just heard. We continued to stand there, frozen in our
tracks and waiting to hear the noise again, if for
no other reason than the hope that we weren't imagining
it the first time and we were not crazy. But
we didn't hear it again. We just heard the quiet
of the night. And despite how amazed we both were,
it also began to sink in that this experience would
be shared by us alone. No one else would believe
what happened, no matter how certain we both were. And
to be honest, I don't blame them. If bigfoot even exists,
why would there be one in a residential area in
the outskirts of a large city. It's a valid question,
But my dad and I both know what we heard
and saw. These combined experiences have forever made me someone
who questions the natural world and wonders what all is
truly out there? And that's the end, And I you
know his last paragraph. These stories make me question what
are the wonders that are truly out there? You guys
are so nice to send these to me, and I
don't just look at them as material to read on
a YouTube channel. These stories fascinate me. You know, in
this culture, people don't people don't write. People just don't write.
I mean they'll write emails, and they'll write text. They're
actually writing all the time. But to sit down and
actually put together a cogent, organized recurrence or account or
a remembrance of an event, it's really uncanny. And I've
thought about this for the three years I've been doing
this channel. I just don't think people just do that
just for kicks. Maybe some do, And I've said before
I have a feeling I get trolled on this with
fake stories sometimes, but there's no way for me to know.
I don't put them to any test, and I don't
now all the crazy Bigfoot people will come in and going, well,
it's all fiction, blah blah blah. Give me a story.
Just find me one story that you can verify, you
can verify without any question, and I'll believe you. The
only Bigfoot story that I know that we can verify
without question is the Patterson Gimblin story, Bob Gimlin's story.
I've heard it several times, what a great guy Bob
Gimmlin is. And I'm talking about the Bob Gimlin who
was with Roger Patterson when they filmed Patty. Not only
is he just a nice guy, but he was a
raw high dude when he was younger, and those guys
weren't scared to anything. But to me, that's the only
that's the only verifiable story that I have ever seen
with without question, I believe the Patterson Gimlin story. I
absolutely believe it. All these other stories that people send
me in that other people have put out, uh, you know,
to the masses, there probably are some that can be verified,
but I can't find them. I can't. You have to
be able to back them up. But back to my point,
these stories, whether true or not, they're fascinating. I mean,
they're just unbelievable. You guys asked me to keep commenting
after these stories, and I never planned not to do that.
I just was kind of y'all got to give me
some room to kind of poke at these people that
jab at me. I don't ever pick a fight. I
never never pick a fight with anybody. I don't argue
with people about religion or politics, or wearing a mask
or not wearing a mask, or getting vaccinated or not.
I don't need to impose my beliefs on you in
a way that is going to make you feel uncomfortable,
mainly because there's nothing I'm gonna say, this's gonna change
your mind. It's just like this. These people who are
freaks on bigfoot, they comment on this channel all that
stories bes well, how do you know what stories are? Bs? Really?
You know this guy, you know the writer, you know
the person who wrote this, how do you know? But
they just have to say something. They're the kind of
people who have to just force their beliefs and their
opinions on you. And they feel like if they don't
they I don't know what it is. They feel like
something's missing in their life or something. You guys ask
me to comment on these stories, So there you go.
But let me every once in a while pick at
these jerks who comment on this channel. Let me have
a little fun with them. And that's all I want
to do. That's all that is. And I had never
planned on not commenting on this. So my friends and
I are all avid out doorsmen. Between the four of us,
we account for one hundred and thirty years or more
of experience in the woods. We're from Ohio. But on
the occasion I'm about to relate, we were hunting wild
boar outside of Dunellen, Florida, near the Okalla National Forest.
We arrived at our camp site and set up early
in order to make our way into the woods before dark.
I was deepest into the woods with my three buddies
spread out and situated in various locations between me and
our camp. As I sat there waiting for that time
to pass, during which the daytime animals settled in for
the night and the nocturnal animals woke up and came
to life, the woods were split by the sound of
a blood curdling scream. It came from somewhere over by
the stand of one of my buddies, but it definitely
wasn't him, It wasn't human. It all frozen by the
shock and fear triggered by this ungodly sound, I sat
still and listened intently for closed as to what this
thing was. A short three minutes that felt more like
a few long centuries later, the thing let out another
whooping howl. This time it came from a place that
seemed impossible to reach in such a short period of time.
Assuming there was only one creature, it must have been
incredibly fast to have reached that point so quickly. Suddenly,
uncomfortably aware of how much further I was into the forest,
than my friends. I was in a mental battle with
myself as to whether I was brave enough to stay
where I was a bit longer or high tailed out
of there as fast as I could and risk the
ridicule I was sure to face for being afraid of
that terrible scream. Somehow I managed to keep myself together
and stay in place until three am, when a low,
guttural scream wrenched me from my stand and I went in.
The Next morning, I discovered that the others had all
gone in as soon as they heard the first scream.
One of my friends has hunted for forty seven years.
He said he'd never heard anything like it before. At
that point, we all admitted to being afraid of whatever
was out there, despite the screams we heard the night before,
I decided to go back into the woods that night
to hunt. I chose to stand a bit closer to camp,
thinking that would alleviate my fears. Sum Right away I
noticed how quiet the woods were. It wasn't that peaceful
time around dusk. It was heavy silence. The crickets weren't chirping,
and the birds weren't singing, and no squirrels were barking
or running around. I didn't hear any of the typical
forest animals at all. It was it's just me and
the mosquitoes. I wasn't settled into my stand for long
when things started being thrown at me. Each time it
was something a little bigger, until finally a three inch
thick by three foot long log was thrown at me
like a javelin from a distance of eighty yards or so.
I got the message I needed to lead. As I
was getting my stuff together to get out of there,
another smaller stick hit me in the head, as if
to say stay out. We eventually learned that the gentleman
who owns the woods won't go into them alone. Every
other time we'd made the trip down there to hunt,
we bagged a hog. That trip. We never saw a
single animal, not one. That was the only time we
ever had anything strange happen. But I'm still not taking
any chances when I hunt that area. Like the landowner,
I don't go in alone. I'm often ridiculed for telling
this story. It doesn't matter to me. I don't know
what was in those woods, but it wasn't an animal,
and it was not a human. Oh man, that's creepy.
That's a creepy story. I'm pretty impressed you stayed there
till three am. I don't know how much longer that
was from the first scream to the next one, but dude,
if i'd heard that scream and then heard it closer
a few minutes later, I'd have been high tailing it
back to camp. I'm not a chicken. I'm not a chicken,
but if I hear something like that, it's time to leave. Dude,
You've got my admiration. You got a big set brother
for staying in there till three am. I'd have been
scared to death. Great story. Thank you to the writer, Brad.
I appreciate you sending it to me. And let's move
on to another one. My two brothers and I have
run around the woods both day and night since we
were kids. It's a second home to us. So in
twenty twelve, when we decided to go fishing on the
Little Miami River in Oregonia, Ohio, it was no big
deal to haul our tackle for thirty minutes through a
patch of woods, an open field, and another patch of
woods and get to the spot we wanted to fish.
We had a midsummer thunderstorm, earlier that day, so we
were looking forward to a good night of fishing. We
reached the river, got set up, and cast out our lines,
and then we settled into eating some sandwiches my wife
had packed for us. Everything was right with the world.
We hadn't swallowed our first bites when a howl that
was also a roar shattered the woods around us. We
froze in mid bite and stared at each other in shock,
having no idea what could have made such an awful cry.
Before anyone could say a word, another screaming roar answered
back from across the river, and this time it vibrated
in my chest like I was sitting too close to
the speakers at a rock concert. This was followed by
the sound of something crashing through the trees, like an
angry bull elephant on a rampage. It was getting closer
by the second before it could burst through the brush
at us. We each grabbed our poles without even bothering
to reel in the lines, and we ran as fast
as we could out of there. As we sprinted through
the first patch of woods, the lines ran out or
got snagged on surrounding brush, but we didn't stop. We
just jerked on the poles, snapped the lines, and kept running.
It took a lot less than thirty minutes to get
back to our vehicle, and we talked about that experience
a lot. We didn't see anything, but we all agreed
it was either a bigfoot or a dog man. Now
that wasn't my only experience. One early fall day, I
decided to go hiking alone in the Narrow State Park
in Beaver Creek, Ohio. The leaves had just started to
change color. It was a beautiful day, but as I
started up the trail, I noticed the utter silence around me.
There was no noise, no movement, no sign of life
of any kind. Not even an ant was crawling. I
guess you could say it was a dead zone. I
was just beginning to adjust to this oddity when I
got the uncomfortable feeling that I was being watched. I
looked all around me, but I didn't see anyone or
anything for that matter. And I know this sounds crazy,
but I was overcome with a sensation that my mind
was being read. It was like a consciousness other than
my own was inside my head with me. That was
enough for me. I turned around and immediately headed back
to my car. The feeling stayed with me until I
pulled out of the parking lot. I've come across Bigfoot
stories where Bigfoot used some type of telepathy or something,
and I've heard similar accounts on Lee's Strolgy YouTube channel.
So I suspect a Bigfoot was present that day. I
didn't want to stay around long enough to find out.
I wish I had stayed long enough to see what
was charging at me and my brother's at the river
that day, though of course if I had, I might
not be here to tell you my story. There's one
other thing might not have anything to do with Bigfoot,
but after the two other events, I don't know that
it doesn't. It happened in twenty twelve, but before the
first encounter. My wife was away that night helping to
care for her invalid mother. It was just me and
my two dogs at home. I loved my four legged girls.
One is a husky wolf who is terrified of storms
and loud noises, and the other is a roddy shepherd mix.
They're good girls, and they're great guard dogs. I was
lying in the bed with the window open, naturally my
dogs were on the bed with me. Now, I guess.
I was in what you might call a twilight sleep,
not quite asleep, but definitely not awake, when I was
startled wide awake by a sound so loud it should
have damaged my ear drums. It was somewhere between a
cannon blast and a thunderclap when it strikes too close
to the house. Neither of my dogs seemed to be
bothered by it. They barely lifted their heads and looked
at me as if to say, what's up with you?
And then they stretched out and they went back to sleep.
It was too real to be a dream. It was
too loud. I got up and looked outside, but I
didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I laid back
down and was about to fall back asleep when I
felt something over my head, both inside and out. It
was like the egg cracking game kids play, where they
knock on someone's head and they run their fingers slightly
down their hair so it feels like an egg was
cracked over their head. I don't know if this had
anything to do with Bigfoot, but like I said, I
don't know that it doesn't either. Yeah, I get that,
John boy. You know a lot of things we experience
that are strains like that, you know, you can't explain them.
I haven't experienced too many things like that one or two,
and I've kind of shared them with y'all as far
as noises and things, especially if you live in a
rural area or the country, you know, bigfoots of possibility.
I mean, there's so many reports that have to be real.
In that event when y'all were fishing, that's pretty scary.
I mean, you're sitting there, you don't know what's coming
at you. You can't see it. You just hear it.
You know, it's big, sounds like, like you said, an elephant.
I mean, it's just all Some of these events, even
though you don't see one, are scary. That's what I'm
trying to get at. But John Boy, thanks for the story.
Is really awesome. You did a great job right, and
I really appreciate you sending it. We all enjoyed it.
Thank you. Learn never