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