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