Speaker 1: I'm in my early fifties now, and I never had
any interest in Bigfoot until about seven years ago. At
that time, we moved from Massachusetts to western North Carolina. Financially,
the move was ideal. We were able to buy a
bigger house on a little acreage and still pay lower taxes.
I'm a contractor, so within a month of moving in,
I began building an addition off my kitchen, typical of
all renovations. There were palettes of wood, shingles and such
in the yard and a big dumpster where a few
times late at night I'd heard some strange noises. We
were in a fairly remote area, so I wrote it
off as a bear rumging through the dumpster, but just
to be safe, I told my kids not to go
near it, and I didn't give it much more thought.
One night in early November, around eleven PM, my wife
and I heard grunting and other odd sounds out behind
the new edition. I couldn't really see anything from my
bedroom window, so I decided to be slit. I grabbed
a flashlight and I went out the front door with
an idea of sneaking around and surprising whatever was out
there in the dark. I crept around the back, I
skirted the garage, and then in the last second, I
flipped on the flashlight, pointing it in the direction of
the noise. Standing twenty five feet in front of me
was the ugliest monster I have ever seen. I felt
my heart physically stop. I was frozen in my tracks,
but my mind was going a thousand directions at once.
This thing was maybe a foot taller than me and
dragging a deer behind it. I was on the uphill
end of an incline, so I might be off a
little on the height. Its face was like the Neanderthal
in the thymb and Us booked, except its eyes and
nose were a little more human. I could not believe
what I was seeing. After a few seconds, instinct overruled
my mind. I dropped the flashlight and I ran. White
men may not have jumping skills, but that night I proved,
given the right motivation, running is not a problem. I
careened around the garage, sprinted along the front of the house,
and I catapulted myself through the front door, slamming it
firmly behind me. Breathless and terrified, I realized that I
had peed in my pants. I'm not a small man.
I'm six foot one and two hundred and forty pounds.
I played hockey all my life, so I think it's
safe to say that I'm pretty tough. I've engaged in
extreme sports such as sky diving and deep sea diving
with sharks, so I think it's safe to say that
I'm also brave. But I couldn't sell that house fast enough.
We move closer to civilization, and I'm now a gun
owner and I'm completely obsessed with these things. I won't
go into any woods to this day, even so I
carry a ten millimeter glock with me most of the time.
It's changed my whole life, my whole outlook, and my
whole attitude. I believe the government tells us lies they
know about these things, and that the numbers are much
higher than anyone has imagined. They mainly cover it up
for money, but they're leaving a lot of people vulnerable.
People go into the woods all the time and never
come back out because they don't know the dangers that
await them there. It's scary to think about, and it's
not right. This is a bigfoot encounter that is very unusual.
I don't think i've ever read one quite like this.
The woman who wrote it, she doesn't say whether to
use her name or not, at least I didn't see
that in her email. She has spoken at several public
venues sharing her encounter, and I think this account has
been published, probably in various locations. I'm not sure, but
she wrote this email just for us to hear her story,
so I thank you. Guys will really think this is unusual,
and it might really give you a different look at Bigfoot.
She writes. I'm a Native American woman, and my encounter
happened almost twenty years ago, but it is as clear
in my mind as if it happened yesterday. I'm sure
it always will be. I lived my life doing things
off grid, and usually as far out in the wilderness
as I can go. I've climbed to the summit of mountains,
stayed at twelve thousand feet in a tent by myself
for a month. He slept in the snow just for
the fun of it. I'm that woman who usually can't
find any friends to go with me camping because no
one wants to go in the winter or rough it.
As far out as I go, you would think I
would have my encounter in one of those remote places
on one of my excursions, but I didn't. I came
across this being right smack dab in the middle of
the day on a crowded beach full of swimmers in
northeastern Washington State. Sorry about my rooster crow in there.
It's real early in the morning and the sun's coming up,
and he's I don't know what his deal is. He
likes let everybody know he's here. Excuse me for that,
she says. My encounter was up closed for a few minutes,
but lasted at a distance most of the day. I
went kayaking with my kids and my sister in law
and her kids at a large wilderness lake in the
far northeast corner of Washington, close to the Canadian border.
We stopped at a crowded beach at midday so that
we could eat our lunch and stretch our legs. Both
my sister in law and I immediately felt extremely uneasy,
and we decided not to stay long. She and I
joked about there being a serial killer in the area
and tried to make light of the unease we felt,
but at the same time we made it a point
to tell the kids to go in pairs if anyone
had to use the outhouse. She and I also went together,
and I remember feeling like I was going to be
pounced on at any moment while I guarded the outhouse
door for her. It had taken us hours to get there,
and we knew we were pushing our luck to make
it back before dark. So after the kids had eaten
and played in the water for a while, she loaded
them up in their boats and they all left together.
I lagged behind so I could eat lunch and sneak
a much needed cigarette. I didn't intend on being there
too long, so I just pushed off the shore in
my boat and I sat in it while I ate
and had a cigarette. I noticed the beach had emptied
of many of the families who were swimming, and I
was now completely alone. I started feeling scared, so I
paddled out a few yards from the beach, with the
thought in mind that I had more than enough time
to get away if a murderer tried to swim out
to get me. It's funny the stupid stuff that goes
through your mind during times like this. I was scared
until I noticed off in the distance, an old man
walked down a steep embankment with two small boys ahead
of him, and he sat on a stump under a
rope swing about one hundred yards off the beach. He
was watching the two while they were doing what little
boys do, tossing stones in the water and playing at
the water's edge. They had their backs to him and
didn't seem to be paying much attention. I sat in
my boat off shore about twenty five yards to finish
my lunch and watch them. I felt safe there for
a little while, but the feeling of being watched from
some other direction quickly returned, and I was becoming overwhelmed.
As I sat there in my boat, I was beginning
to let my imagination get the best of me. I
began to imagine there was something dangerous in the water,
and I started thinking back to the stories that my
dad told me of divers seeing sturgeon big enough to
swallow a barrel. They may be a docile creature, but
the thought of even seeing a fish that large was terrifying,
and since I had given my life best to one
of the kids, I decided to paddle over close to
the shore and stay within reach of it while I
made my way back around the lake. I kayaked over
to the shore and I headed in the direction of
my family. They were about a quarter mile ahead of
me big water. I had to pass right by the
old man along the way. He was sitting on the
shore on what looked like a stump, with his left
leg crossed over his right. His hands were clasped over
his upper knee, and he was staring at me, slowly
circling his foot in midair. As I got closer and
closer to him, the two little boys had vanished into
the trees, but he was still sitting there watching me.
I no longer felt uneasy. In fact, I felt safe
knowing he had his eyes on me so intently. I
thought that if there was something dangerous in the water
and I accidentally rolled my boat, he would at least
see it and maybe even rescue me. He never took
his eyes off me, so I waved at him to
be polite, but he didn't wave back. I thought he
must not have seen me. I assumed he was old
because he was wearing a turtleneck sweater and long pants.
It was in the middle of August on such a
hot day, and I figured he must be old. My
dad was elderly and had bad circulation, so he always
wore clothes that seemed too warm for the summer. I
waved to the old man again, but he still didn't
wave back. Then I knew he had seen me and
was just being rude. Oh well, I still smiled at him,
and since I was only a few yards away and
cruising slowly closer, I still wanted to be friendly to
this gentleman, and I let him know I wasn't a threat.
I don't remember if I just smiled at him or
if I actually said hello to him as I got closer.
I may have, but to be honest with you, I
don't remember because I was shocked by what I saw next.
I want to be clear, I don't tell a lot
of people the details of this encounter because the ridicule
is unrelenting. Had I been terrified by some hideous monster
and barely made it out alive, I think people would
accept my testimony more than they do. That's not what happened, though,
Since none of us are experts, I failed to see
how we can't all learn about the diversity in these
beings by listening to each other. Instead, we shun the
ones that don't fit the narrative. That's why I'm about
to swallow my pride and share with you what I saw.
I have to brace myself for the jokes and in
you windows, but I'm willing to put myself out there
just to see if anyone else has come in contact
with a being like this. As I approached him, I
saw that he was not elderly at all like I
had thought. He was probably only in his mid forties.
His hair was slightly salt and pepper, and his beard
had some streaks of gray. He was a handsome man,
movie star quality with perfect features. I know I was
staring at him with my jaw drop because people that
attractive don't show up very often, especially in these parts.
He seemed to have a gleam in his eye that
suggested he was enjoying my reaction to seeing him. One
corner of his lips curled up slightly in a subtle smile.
He had a strong jaw, a perfect narrow nose, high
cheek bones, and his eyes were almond shaped. They weren't
slanted and were a very pretty light brown color that
was almost golden. His skin was dark tan, and he
looked native, but he had a full short trimmed beard.
His lips were full, but not leathery or disproportionate. He
was absolutely gorgeous. His head was perfectly shaped, and his
neck was also proportionate to his shoulders and the rest
of his body. He wasn't glaring at me, but he
was squinting from the sun. Even though his eyes were narrowed,
I could still tell he had large, very thick lashed eyes.
They weren't overly big or bulging. He had a bit
of prominent brow ridge, but nothing out of the ordinary.
If you've ever seen the actor James Momoa, you'll see
he has a pronounce of brow ridge that I would
compare to this. As I passed him, maybe seven feet away,
I realized I was staring at him. That was rude
of me, so I averted my eyes. It was then,
in the split second I was looking away, I noticed
he was not wearing a turtleneck. He was completely covered
in thick, silver tipped brown hair. Immediately I looked back
over at him, and he was not wearing any clothes
at all, but it was completely covered in short, glossy,
clean looking hair. I was close enough that I could
tell what direction the hair grew had he not been
covered in hair, I would have thought I had a
chance of meeting a movie star or a Hollywood model.
He was absolutely stunningly masculine and a literal example of
a perfect human male. Yeah, I'll tell the writer right now.
I get those compliments all the time, the perfect human male.
But don't think anything about it. You know, it's just
something I have to deal with. As my kayak slowly
cruised in front of him, I know it was my
turn to stare blatantly. His shoulders were very broad, and
his chest muscles and biceps were well defined, not freakish
like those goofy bodybuilders on steroids. He was strong looking,
but not ad normal for his size. I realized that
I was rude for staring at him, and so I
looked ahead of my boat for a moment. But then
my curiosity got the best of me and I look
back over my shoulder. By then he stood up and
was standing sideways to me, facing up the hill, and
had reached over his head to swipe a branch out
of his face. He had to have been at least
eight feet tall, and he was so muscular I could
see his muscles rippling beneath the hair on his biceps,
in his thighs. It was just surreal. I wasn't afraid.
I was just stunned, and my only thought was what
kind of skin disorder does this man have? And while
I was a newdist living clear out here in the
middle of the wilderness, I never saw his genitalia. I
wasn't looking for that because I was already embarrassed to
be staring at him. Once I realized he was naked.
A little while later, I glanced back over my shoulder again,
but he had completely vanished into the trees. By the
time I caught up with my family. My sister in
law brought to my attention there was a hunter walking
at the top of the mountain in a big open
clearing alongside me. I was in the water, and he
was a half mile away. As the crow flies above
me on a steep mountain. He kept up with my
boat and walked looking down the mountain towards me every
few steps. For the rest of the day. He was
far enough away his body hair looked like clothing. Again,
none of the others noted anything abnormal about him, except
that he kept looking down at me as he walked.
I can't imagine how fast he had to be traveling
to make it to the top of that steep hill
in time to get to the grassy summit at the
same time I passed in my boat. He was there, though,
and we watched him, keeping up with me without effort.
I lost sight of him when the high mountain meadow
dropped back into the trees on the other side of
the peak, and by the time I was loading up
the boats in my truck it was almost dark and
we were exhausted. I kept catching myself stopping and looking
up into the darkness of the tree line at the
edge of the lake every few minutes, because I could
never shake the feeling of being watched. Even though I
didn't see him, I knew he was there in the trees,
still staring at me. I didn't tell others about what
I saw because they would have laughed. My kids know
what happened, but at the time I didn't say anything,
and they believed me because they have had their own
sightings in other places. I couldn't get my encounter out
of my mind. I never once thought he was a sasquatch.
I honestly thought he was an attractive man with some
kind of skin disorder that caused excessive body hair. You see,
I didn't believe in Bigfoot. I thought it was a
myth told by the elders to keep kids from straying
too far from camp. I thought I must have come
across someone who had the same skin disorder as the
wolf boy from the old Barnum and Bailey circus during
the turn of the century. I was curious as I
had never seen it in real life before, so I
set out to do some research. As it turned out,
I was perusing the Internet searching for information, and I
came across a website that seemed to be informative. It
was a form for anomalies and if you told them
your story, maybe they could help you solve your mystery.
I posted what I had seen and didn't think anything
of it until I got a phone call just a
short while later the same day. This was the era
when there were caller ID boxes that would show who
was calling on your landline. I got this call within
an hour of posting it. The caller I d read
us government. I picked up not knowing what was going
on and thinking something bad must have happened to one
of my relatives. The person who answered told me he
was so and so from the Department of I can't remember,
and he would like to talk to me about the
Sasquatch I had seen and written about on the forum.
I honestly had to ask him who he was again,
because the name Sasquatch completely took me off guard. He
repeated it, and I instantly realized that I didn't want
to talk to him. I panicked and I hung up
on him. Did I really hear him say Sisquatch? My
curiosity got the best of me then, and I began
to research a Bigfoot and I came across the newly
organized BFRO. I eventually got up the nerve and I
told my story. I received a lot of ridicule from
even my sister in law, who claimed all I had
seen was a hunter and to quit being a ninny.
So I was hell bent on finding anyone I could
talk to who would believe me. At the time, the
BFRO seemed to be the most trustworthy source, so I
told them my story, and it wasn't long before I
was asked to be interviewed on several bigfoot radio stations
and speak at other conferences. In fact, I was supposed
to speak at another conference this coming weekend, but it
was canceled due to the COVID pandemic. The man I
saw was just that he was a man. He was
not an ape. He was intelligent, and even though he
didn't speak to me, I could tell he had a
personality and a soul. I will admit with all of
my heart that when I looked into his eyes, I
felt like I was looking at someone who was superior
to me in intelligence, sort of like a college professor
when you're just starting high school. To kill one of
them truly would be murder, and I feel sick to
my stomach to think that there are those who are
calling for a body to give them empirical evidence for
their existence. For those of us who have come in
contact with them, we have all the empirical evidence we need.
They are real, and there many more out there than
we realize. Since this first encounter, I have had several
more brief ones that would probably be boring to your listeners,
but encounters Nonetheless. I don't know if this being was
stalking me out of curiosity or some other reason. We
don't know enough about them to be certain. I guess
our only information comes from people like you and I
who pull iron encounters together on forums such as this
and glean from each other to the traits we witnessed
from them. I often think about the hairy man I
came face to face with. Was he as Sasquatch as
the government workers said, or did I come across some
other being? He certainly wasn't the big ape like animal
I pictured in my mind. I also think about the
two little boys who were standing right next to him,
and I wonder about them. They had their backs to
him the whole time while they at the water's edge.
Could they see him or was he somehow invisible? He
sat watching them the way a loving grandpa would watch
over his family. My biggest question about them is this,
who were those little boys? They vanished before I could
see them up close? Were they his? Thank you for
reading my story. I realize it's different from most encounters,
and I'm going to get flat for it, but it's
worth it to me to see if there are others
out there who have had similar encounters with ones who
were more human than animal. And she does sign off
with two hawks laughing. That's her tribal name, and I
don't know what to say about this story other than
it is an awesome story. Oh my gosh. I mean
I could visualize this guy as I was reading this
just then. Some people think they're other humans, and some
people think they're these big hooking beasts that roamed the
forest killing things. I don't really think we know. I
know people will say why they all have personalities just
like humans do. But it's a little bit different than that.
Actually it's it's it's deeper than that. From all the
reports I've read, What do you guys think about this?
Has anyone out there ever seen or encountered a creature
or a being anywhere in your life that matches this
physical description or the characteristics of its personality or behavior.
If you do comment below, I'm sure the writer will
scar the comments, and do not do not leave a
mean comment for this writer. I got into it the
other day with a commenter, and I mistakenly thought he
was being sarcastic about not believing one of the stories,
and I wound up apologizing to him and he was
telling me I went half cocked and all this kind
of stuff. First, I'll say this, what fascina me is
that people will leave nasty comments and then when I
bite back, they're so offended. That's not the case with
this gentleman. He was right. He was telling me that
I overreacted, and he was right. And I do that sometimes,
and if you've seen me do that in the comment section,
it comes out of this one motive. I am very
protective of the writers who send me these stories, you know, I,
in my view, it takes a lot of guts to
do that, because I think some of these stories could
be identified from people in their area if they heard them.
You know, you're really putting yourself out there, even if
you're anonymous, although being anonymous is the safest way to go.
But they put themselves out there, and I'm a bit
overprotective of them because I know when they hear their
story in a video, they're going to read the comments,
and I don't want them reading nasty comments from these people.
The people that leave those comments are like the they're
all bigfoot people. They're probably in some Bigfoot grind. They're
sitting there listening to some other channel who claims they
know everything about Bigfoot, and they're revealing everything about Bigfoot,
and that's all a big lie. Nobody's going to reveal
anything about Bigfoot. All we have are the stories and
a few questionable images, and that's all we have. And
then we have stories like this that really add a
whole other dimension, at least it does to me in
the mystery of what is Bigfoot. So anyway, please don't
leave any nasty comments. If you do, I'm just gonna
ban you. I'm going to delete it. I'm going to
ban you. Why waste your time doing that? Just don't
do it? All right, I've talked enough here. Heckoff made
this video longer than it needed to be, but I
felt like I wanted to say that, and to the
gentlemen that I overreacted to, I do apologize. I have
done that half a dozen times through the life of
this channel. I don't mean to be combative. I'm not
a confrontational person at all, and I've never picked a
fight in the comments ever, not one time. But once
somebody leaves a nasty comment, most of time, I'm gonna
jump back at him or just ban them, and they
go away forever. I'm tired of talking about that, all right.
I hope you guys enjoyed the story.