Speaker 1: Okay, here's a bigfoot story that I thought was interesting.
I grew up just outside of Davenport, Iowa, in the
nineteen sixties and seventies. We grew up around cornfields as
well as apple, pear and cherry orchards. My first encounter
was around at the age of seven. I would wake
up and hear sounds that were really strange, even for
the countryside. We had a German shepherd who stayed outside
and would usually not make noise at night unless there
was something moving around. But one night it was barking
his head off. I decided to get out of bed
to see what was causing him to make so much noise.
I had walked to our back door when I suddenly
stopped in the living room. There was a hairy face
in the window watching me. Unfortunately, it wasn't the only
time I saw it. It happened several times in my youth.
As I got a bit older, some of the other
girls and I would walk up to the corn field
just before dark. We were rather daring as young girls
playing at night. On one of our walks, we started
to hear something growling. We knew it wasn't a dog
because the farmer lived quite a way from the field.
There weren't many boys who lived by us, or we
didn't think it was one of them either, And when
we reached the street light at the opening of the cornfield,
we saw something moving and then suddenly we heard a loud,
rib shaking growl, and we took off running. We all
went home, and we never said anything to anyone about
what had happened. The last time I had heard or
seen anything was just before I became a teenager. I
would see a face in the window every now and then,
and it would be smiling at me. Now that I
think back on what happened, I'm beginning to believe that
the one in the window was possibly what we heard
in the cornfield, because around that time I was being bullied.
Perhaps the face in the window had followed us to
the cornfield to give the other girls a scare. Well.
I'm retired now, though, and I still think about that face.
I never did figure out who or what that was.
Thank you for giving me the chance to share my story,
And to those who are afraid to tell of their encounters,
please don't bottle it up, send them to cam oh Well.
Thank you for that that's a full visual of a
creature looking at you from outside the house through a window.
That's really really interesting. It's really sort of profound, and
I have no doubt that you will never never forget
that as long as you live. So I really appressed.
Was an exciting story and I really appreciate the writer.
Thank you. Here's an Australian bigfoot or Yowi story that
I thought was great. I've been a solo Yowi researcher
for about twelve years. My amazing and totally unexpected encounter
happened in the rainforest walking track between Baron Dam and
Condolila Falls on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland, Australia. It
was February twenty twelve and it was one pm in
the afternoon. After a significant five day rain event had
passed through the Sunshine Coast. I decided to go to
the Bahroon Pocket Dam to have a look at the spillway,
which was apparently going mental. I could see from the
walking track that the spillway was closed as the track
was damaged. I thought, to hell with it, I'm going
to go for a walk to flat Rock roughly four
kilometers return on the Condolila track, but I didn't make
it that far. I was ten minutes past the junction
into the walk when I noticed that all the birds
had gone silent. Prior to this, I heard the familiar
cats and birds and whipbird calls echoing through the rainforest,
along with the frogs and the cicadas. It was like
someone had flicked a switch. At this point, I should
have retreated, but I didn't. I stopped and slowly looked about,
and I saw and heard nothing, just did silence and
a slight breeze under the rainforest canopy. I dismissed the
silence what would have been normally a foreboding sign to
leave the area, and to this day I still don't
know why I continued. I got to a bridge and
I heard a scratching noise thirty meters to my right.
My neck hair stood up. I stopped and looked in
that direction, but I saw nothing. Without thinking, it took
me one step forward, and my walking boot made a
clunk sound on the wooden planking on the bridge. That's
when I saw it, and that's when it saw me.
The first thing was a pair of huge, dark colored
eyes and the top of a big head, and then
it just rose from behind a dead tree and two
giant ferns to full height. I was stunned. I estimated
him to be nine feet tall. He had dark brown
fer and he was built like a barn. He was
easily three feet across at the shoulders. I was totally
gobsmacked and in awe at the same time. I just
stared at him, and he stared right back at me.
It felt like forever, and then he did the most
unexpected thing that I'll never forget. He let out a
big sigh that snapped me out of it. My brain
was going nuts over what to do. My video camera
was in my backpack, but I didn't dare to reach
for it. I knew if I ran, I was screwed,
so I just put both hands up in the air
to be as non threatening as I could be and
as calm as humanly possible verbally apologized for disturbing him.
Then he did another amazing thing. He relaxed. His shoulders
sagged a bit, and I saw this as my avenue
to escape. I think he understood, and I slowly backed up.
He didn't move, he just kept staring. I never felt threatened.
It was more surprise and curiosity, but there was no
aggression on his part. I must have crab walked one
hundred and fifty meters, not taking my eyes off him
until I got around the corner, and then I took
off like a bolt back to the car park. I've
never run like that in my life. I made it
back to my car with my heart in my mouth
and my adrenaline level out the window. I unlocked the
car and threw my raincoat and backpack in and suddenly
felt my hair on the back of my next day
up again. And then that awful dead smell hit me
like a slap in the face. It was so strong
I felt nauseous. It was incredible. I couldn't see him,
but I know he was there. I thought to myself,
you sneaky bugger. Had he tricked me into thinking there
wasn't a threat just to come after me without me
being prepared? Or was he just making sure I was
really leaving? And then as quick as it started, it
ended when the car appeared in the parking lot. I
thank God for saving me. I felt the tention in
the air dissipate, and I never went back to that
place alone. I've been a lifelong transmission rebuilder, and in
the year two thousand, I opened my own shop in Summerville.
It had three lifts and it was joined by an
automotive shop with a solid block wall dividing the two.
The automotive shop was run by a man named Keith,
who had been there for twenty years. Keith was a
good man and he and I became friends. My nephew, Raymond,
was also a transmission man. About four weeks after I opened,
he would come to help me. I opened my shop
and I was there all day. That night, I had
another friend who would come in and pull the transmissions
out so I could rebuild them the next day. The
following night he would put them back in. One morning,
I arrived at seven am. I opened the roll up
shop door and out of the corner of my eye
saw a black looking animal run by me and then
hide behind a trash can. It looked more like a
shadow than a solid critter. I picked up a shovel,
ready to defend my shop now. I quickly pulled the
can back and there was nothing there. I soon forgot
about it, but at that point things started to happen.
I would be in the shop during the day reb
building a transmission, and I would hear a wrench or
a metallic object hit the floor as if it had
been dropped from six feet in the air. I'd walk
around the cars and there wouldn't be anything there. I
knew right off it wasn't from the shop on the
other side. He was in there with me. I had
a restroom at one end, and I could see the
mirror in the hallway from the shop. Around the corner
from it was a toilet, And sometimes when I would
go to relieve myself, I would smell a woman's perfume,
and sometimes I would smell pipe tobacco. Sometimes I would
hear a loud bang on the side of the building.
I would walk out and look, but nothing would ever
be there. One night, my friend Benny was putting a
transmission in for me. Around eight pm. He called me
and he told me that I needed to come in.
I asked him why, and he said the lift wouldn't
come down and the car was stuck up in the air.
I hung up and I started putting my shoes on
when he called back, and he said the lift had
come down on its own and he was leaving the
next day. Keith came over and laughed. He said he
was up there working late. When Benny came over to
his shop scared to death. I asked him why, and
Keith told Bennie that he had seen Henry. I asked
who that was, and Keith informed me that it was
a ghost that lived in the building. Henry was the
name his wife gave him. I asked Keith if he
had seen strange things too, and he said, strange stuff
had happened all the time for the past twenty years.
I called Benny and I asked him to come up
and put in a transmission for me that night. He
asked if I was going to be there, and he
said that he wouldn't come back by himself to work
in that shop again. He told me that I had
a ghost. I asked him what had happened, and what
he told me made my hair stand on in. Benny
said that when he worked and in a burgundy colored shirt,
watched him from the mirror. Ben he heard him sometimes,
and sometimes he'd see him walk by. My nephew finally
came to help me. Instead never told him anything. He
had an old race car and at night he would
stay and work on that. After maybe three weeks, I
asked him if he had seen or heard anything strange.
He started telling me stories about all the strange noises
and shadows that he would see walking by. One day
he went out of town for a race and I
was in the shop with the doors closed and I
was working. All of a sudden, I felt a pair
of lips against the back of my neck, and I
felt air blow and took on me. I turned around.
I was ready to fight, but there was nothing there.
There was another time I was walking across the shop
when something put its fingers in my right back pocket
and gave me a hard tug. I turned around, and
again there was nothing there. My nephew and his friend
were in the shop one night talking when his friend
did a double take. He swore that he saw a
man standing there, and then the man vanished. On another night,
my nephew was working on his race car. He was
by himself, and he was whistling a tune, and when
he stopped whistling, right in front of him, someone whistled
the exact same tune. After that he left for the night.
And then on another time I had a customer in
the shop and we had a slight disagreement. We were
raising our voices at each other when suddenly he stopped talking.
In the corner, about five feet away, he could hear
muffled voices of two people arguing back and forth, just
like we had been arguing. The man looked in the
direction it came from, and then he turned white. He
turned around and just left. Finally, after a year, I
closed up and moved to another shop closer to home.
Have many other stories from that creepy place, but I'll
save them for another time. I'm retired now, and every
time I ride by that old building, I still think
about Henry. I spent twenty five years in Alaska, and
it took me over five years to gain the confidence
of the elders in several tribal groups, allowing them to
share their stories and experiences of encounters, as well as
the history of the creatures and critters and their living legacies.
An elder once handed me a wooly rhinoceros tooth that
his elders had hunted in Alaska and handed down from
generation to generation. We documented that it became extinct in
its region around the late sixteen hundreds or early seventeen hundreds,
having previously been used as food. Alaska is the land
of extreme beauty and extreme hardship. I have worked and
travel from the Alaska Pipeline in the Arctic, to Dutch
Harbor and fishing ports in the Eleusian Chain, to the
Alaskan Panhandle gold mines, to the Keen Eye Peninsula into
our big city of Anchorage. I have the adventures of
Jack London, but I live to tell about it. In Alaska,
it is common to see moose, grizzly bears, links, porcupines,
and more strolling along the streets and alleys looking for
careless individuals who leave their garbage accessible and unsecured. Black
bears will work together to open a dumpster. One keeps
watch and another acts as a stepping stone to go
inside and gather a meal. We used to put our
kids in pajamas and take them to the dump and
watch the bears rummage around. Then the animals navigate by
using the power line easements and retreat back into their wilderness,
which is just a few blocks away. After many good
years there, I moved to East Texas, where it was
one hundred and thirty seven degrees fahrenheit warmer than it
had been in Alaska the previous winter. My bones appreciated it,
and I learned just how prevalent the cryptids are here.
I used to think it was just the wild dogs
in the countryside running about, but I learned there is
so much more. They are out there, cryptids lurking in
the shadows, nestled in their dens during the day, but
at night, watching and waiting and sometimes making themselves revealed
to people like me. I live in a suburb with
a population of just under one hundred thousand, yet I
encountered what some stated as a dog man. If you
travel east to Texas, your first observation is likely to
be the lush greenery everywhere. It is gently spread out.
You do not have big city landscapes with skylines blocking
the views of the heavens. Rather, you have houses and
small businesses with strips of green trees and plants lining
the streets everywhere. It's not the wilderness of Alaska, but
it is open in this beautiful country, and it's refreshing.
You often hear dogs barking in certain areas, and then
everything suddenly goes quiet, leaving you the sense that something
is amiss. But most of us just turn over and
go back to sleep, feeling that we are safe inside here.
Most areas are open with single story business office strips
and homes. My doctor's appointment was at one such location,
a traditional one story multi building office complex. After my
doctor's visit, my service dog and I went outside to
wait for my ride. My dog is a smaller jack
Russell terrier. She caught a scent and began pulling me along,
which is unusual for her, and then she stopped. By then,
I had developed some vision loss and I could not
see my surroundings clearly. I wondered what the issue was.
She was trained to bark when someone approached to learning me,
to visitors at the house or around me, but she
did not bark or make a sound. I knelt down
and I felt her shaking violently. She leaped into my
arms and I held her shivering body. I suddenly heard nothing.
It was too quiet, even for me, like when a
heavy cloud passes in front of the sun and it
blocks the light and cast the ground in shadows, except
it was some sort of presence blocking out the sound.
I didn't move or make sudden motions. I just held
my dog and continued to breathe quietly and waited for
the presence to move away. In Alaska, my dog's behavior
usually indicated the presence of a moose nearby, or a
predator such as a wolf or once a black bear
that slept in our tree. Up there, we lived next
to the nature reserve where we were part of a
game trail. So I breathed the cautious exhale of concern.
What was it? Then my nose was assaulted. What was
that smell? I wondered if my dog had made a
mess on me. But that wasn't it. And then suddenly
the presence and the smell moved on. I heard birds
chirping and even frogs croaking. If it weren't for my
dog's behavior, I would have thought my hearing was experiencing
a lapse. But as soon as the sounds came back,
she jumped out of my arms and started sniffing a
spot nearby. I have some vision loss, but even I
could see the footprint and the soft earth next to me.
My weigh over two hundred and fifty pounds, and my
foot barely left a crease, while the one next to
me left a deep print in the mud. It was
long and narrow, ending with three long and distinct claw
arks deeply imprinted in the mud. Now wear USIZ thirteen shoe,
and I took a picture for comparison. It was longer
and wider and heavier than mine. I'm not a hunter gatherer,
so I sent my pictures to experience hunters and expedition
hunters back in Alaska, and not one of them could
identify what it was. Others in my area have shared
their encounters with creatures here in East Texas, including run
ins with beasts that are ten to twelve feet tall,
and they aren't always friendly. From listening to various broadcasts,
what I encountered was best described as a dog man.
There's more to share, but only for those not faint
of heart. Let me know and I'll tell you all
the details. I'm a loyal subscriber to your channel. You
read our stories without disputing or belittling the events and
encounters that we share. I love your reading style too.
It is based and honest and good natured and enthusiastic.
This is great since the reason is not to create
debate and endless supposed scientific criticisms and disputes, but to
relate our stories and allow us to share experiences which
challenge our perspectives and oftentimes leave us in bewilderment. And
he goes on to tell me how much he likes
the channel, and I really appreciate that. I thought, for
a minute this was going to be a full on
visual encounter with a dog man, because Rebecca had listed
this as a dog man story. Usually when I see
dog man stories, we don't get the anecdotal type stuff.
We get full blown visual sighting encounters. However, this story
is interesting because for some reason something stopped him and
his dog in their tracks and they look down and
they see a track of some kind of a canine
I'm guessing canine. I don't think he ever said he
what it was. He said what he thinks it is.
But I thought the story was very interesting and maybe
the way it was written was the way what really
pulled me in. And that can sometimes happen. You can
read a story that's not really full of, you know,
shoot him up type action, but it's written so well
that it pulls you in to where you want to
know what's going on. So I really like this story,
So I appreciate the writer for sending it Okay, as
another short podcast. I'm doing these in the morning and
trying to crank out as many as I can because
I've been absent a lot the last few months and
i want to try to catch up and get caught
back up on this content. So I really appreciate you
listening this far, and we'll see you guys on the
next one. Thank you.