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