Speaker 1: I'm glad I ran across your channel. I really liked
Speaker 1: listening to the stories that you tell. I like that
Speaker 1: they're not too long and tedious. It keeps them interesting.
Speaker 1: I have a short story for you about a time
Speaker 1: when I had a run in with a bigfoot. I
Speaker 1: was out in the woods with a young lady in
Speaker 1: my full size seventy nine Ford Broncho. Oh Man, I
Speaker 1: wonder if you still have that Broncho, Brian, I had
Speaker 1: a seventy eight Bronco. It was white, it was an
Speaker 1: OJ Bronco, and I loved that car, and I don't
Speaker 1: know why I sold it, but anyway, I'm glad we
Speaker 1: were in that vehicle, or we might have not gotten
Speaker 1: out of there. We were down in the woods doing
Speaker 1: what couples do in the woods at night, when we
Speaker 1: heard a noise from something that was making sure we
Speaker 1: knew it was there. We never heard any hoops or hollers,
Speaker 1: nor any tree knocks. It was just the god offless
Speaker 1: breaking of limbs and trees I've ever heard in my life.
Speaker 1: It was loud and angry. It didn't just want us
Speaker 1: to know what was there, It wanted us to leave.
Speaker 1: I talked to a bigfoot researcher who said it was
Speaker 1: mad because at one point I got out and urinated
Speaker 1: thereby marking its territory as mine. Well, maybe that's so.
Speaker 1: The researcher also said that this bigfoot was probably a loner,
Speaker 1: and that's why we never heard any grunts or tree knocks.
Speaker 1: He didn't have any friends around to communicate with whatever
Speaker 1: it was telling us, we stopped doing what we were doing,
Speaker 1: and we decided to get the heck out of there.
Speaker 1: My lady friend was so scared she curled herself up
Speaker 1: in a ball in the front seat and hugged her
Speaker 1: legs with her head down. I was scared, but I
Speaker 1: had to keep control and drive us out. I was
Speaker 1: checking the mirror and what little I could see in
Speaker 1: the brake lights for anything coming up behind us. We
Speaker 1: worked our way around a corner, holding our breasts, expecting
Speaker 1: at any time to see something jump out at us
Speaker 1: or show itself. Then we hit a straight away and
Speaker 1: I kicked it from third into fourth. But up ahead
Speaker 1: was a tree lying across the road. It wasn't so
Speaker 1: big that we couldn't get over it in my Bronco,
Speaker 1: but a smaller or less powerful vehicle probably wouldn't have
Speaker 1: made it. I made the split second decision not to stop.
Speaker 1: I knew there was no way I was getting out
Speaker 1: of that truck and moving that tree by hand. We
Speaker 1: were moving so fast when we hit it, I didn't
Speaker 1: feel like much more than a bump in the road.
Speaker 1: We were so scared we didn't feel it anyway. We
Speaker 1: had it straight from my buddy's house, who lives down
Speaker 1: in that area. He and I had done a lot
Speaker 1: of exploring on our four wheelers over those woods. The
Speaker 1: bigfoot researcher told me that the bigfoot probably knew my
Speaker 1: buddy because it followed us to his house that night.
Speaker 1: After that, he had several strange occurrences happen. One night,
Speaker 1: he heard all kinds of bumps and growls outside, like
Speaker 1: someone was throwing things at the house. One thing I
Speaker 1: don't understand. It was pretty clear that it wanted us
Speaker 1: to get out of there, But why did it block
Speaker 1: the road with a tree. Was it trying to push
Speaker 1: us further in the woods, or was it trying to
Speaker 1: hurt us? Or was it trying to catch us on
Speaker 1: the tree. If so, what did it want? This all
Speaker 1: happened off of Highway two twenty one in Forest City,
Speaker 1: North Carolina. If anyone has an answer for what it
Speaker 1: was trying to do, I'd sure like to know. This
Speaker 1: is a story I heard a few years ago. It
Speaker 1: would be a crime not to let your audience hear this.
Speaker 1: The story takes place in the nineteen eighties in the
Speaker 1: state of Utah and is about two young boys who
Speaker 1: have the shock of their lives when they came face
Speaker 1: to face was something that most people claim doesn't exist.
Speaker 1: A mining company needed two workers to clean out a
Speaker 1: mine located on a mountain side in a remote area
Speaker 1: in Utah. As luck would have it, they found two
Speaker 1: college students from Washington State who were interested in the job.
Speaker 1: One of the boys was nineteen and the other was
Speaker 1: twenty one. Strangely enough, they were both bigfoot enthusiasts and
Speaker 1: were no strangers to being alone in the woods. They
Speaker 1: arrived at the mine and set up their campsite. It
Speaker 1: was a very organized campsite, and these lads were to
Speaker 1: remove debris from this mine with buckets. A few days passed,
Speaker 1: and then early one morning, one of the mine owners
Speaker 1: was awoken to the ring of his phone. It was
Speaker 1: his partner. The boys had called him from a phone
Speaker 1: booth in town. Parently they had wrecked their car coming
Speaker 1: down the mountain side. Baffled by the news, the two
Speaker 1: men met and then drove to the town through pouring rain.
Speaker 1: While driving, the man who took the call said the
Speaker 1: boys claimed to have been chased off the mountain by
Speaker 1: a Sasquatch. They both laughed it off, thinking these kids
Speaker 1: just wanted out of the job and needed help after
Speaker 1: wrecking their car. Had they not wrecked, the owners probably
Speaker 1: would have never heard from them again. This is what
Speaker 1: they thought, but they would soon discover the truth. Finally
Speaker 1: making it to town with the rain increasing throughout the drive,
Speaker 1: they found the phone booth where the boys asked them
Speaker 1: to meet. They expected to find the boys in a
Speaker 1: nearby cafe or place of business, and they never actually
Speaker 1: looked at the phone booth until one of the young
Speaker 1: men yelled for them. They looked over and inside the
Speaker 1: booth were two college aged men huddled together, wearing nothing
Speaker 1: but their boxer shorts. They ushered the kids into the truck,
Speaker 1: where it was warm, and then drove a block to
Speaker 1: the first cafe they saw. Once inside, the waitress brought
Speaker 1: them towels and blankets, and soon they were dry and
Speaker 1: warming up it with some food finally in their stomachs.
Speaker 1: The two employees told this story. The young men had
Speaker 1: taken the job so that they could be in an
Speaker 1: area with reported bigfoot activity. Their plan was to do
Speaker 1: their work and spend their off time searching for the creature.
Speaker 1: While doing research in Washington State, they had captured vocalizations
Speaker 1: bigfoot screams and howls, and had brought the recordings along
Speaker 1: with them to play on a loud speaker. After finishing
Speaker 1: their work the evening before, they set up the loud
Speaker 1: speaker and began playing the sounds, and something roared at
Speaker 1: them from a distance away. They turned the speaker off,
Speaker 1: and then they discussed it, and they ultimately agreed that
Speaker 1: the roar they heard was a bear, so they restarted
Speaker 1: blasting the sounds into the woods. Well, whatever had roared
Speaker 1: before began roaring again, and this time it was closer,
Speaker 1: and it was a continuous series of sounds. Now they
Speaker 1: knew they had attracted a sidequatch and there was no doubt,
Speaker 1: and they were excited. They admitted that they should have
Speaker 1: left the area at that point, but in their minds,
Speaker 1: this was the coolest thing to happen since their bigfoot
Speaker 1: investigations had begun, so they cranked up the volume and
Speaker 1: let the recording play. The roarers got louder and they
Speaker 1: could now hear this thing coming toward them. Branches were
Speaker 1: cracking as it moved closer, and they could actually hear
Speaker 1: the footfalls of the creature. Now, not wanting to overdo it,
Speaker 1: they cut the feed to the speaker and moved into
Speaker 1: their tent, where they apparently thought it was safe, and
Speaker 1: then began making vocalizations with their own voices. I think
Speaker 1: we can all agree that these young men had a
Speaker 1: screw loose. Maybe they were just over confident that they
Speaker 1: were safe. That was about to change, though. The tent
Speaker 1: was quickly jerked upward, lifting both men into the air,
Speaker 1: until the floor of the tent ripped out, sending them
Speaker 1: a few feet to the ground. In an instant they
Speaker 1: were sandwiched between two enormous, smelly creatures. The only conclusion
Speaker 1: would be obvious that the creatures had no interest in
Speaker 1: harming these young men, because they turned their attention to
Speaker 1: the camp and began tearing everything to pieces. With the
Speaker 1: raging creature's attention elsewhere, the young men saw their chance
Speaker 1: to escape and only their underwear. They sprinted to the
Speaker 1: car and took off down the mountain. At some point
Speaker 1: in their escape they had a tree which made the
Speaker 1: car useless, and from there they walked into town through
Speaker 1: the freezing rain. But still their employers weren't sure if
Speaker 1: they believed the story. One suggested they get the young
Speaker 1: men into some clothes and then go to their campsite
Speaker 1: to salvage what they could. Both of the students shook
Speaker 1: their heads and emphatically stated that they were never going
Speaker 1: on that mountain again, and as a matter of fact,
Speaker 1: they were clear about getting home as soon as they could,
Speaker 1: even if they had to walk back to Washington State
Speaker 1: in the freezing rain wearing only their boxers. The owner
Speaker 1: of the cafe had joined the group. He told all
Speaker 1: the men that he would get the young men outfitted
Speaker 1: in new clothes and help them find a way home.
Speaker 1: The two owners of the mine, however, were curious about
Speaker 1: the story, and they wanted to visit the camp. If
Speaker 1: this story were true, there would be evidence to back
Speaker 1: the story up. Up so up the mountain they drove
Speaker 1: in the rain. By the time they reached the campsite,
Speaker 1: the rain had stopped and on the way up the
Speaker 1: old mining road, they stopped to inspect the car the
Speaker 1: men had abandoned. It looked like they had hit every
Speaker 1: tree and rock on their way down. The damage they
Speaker 1: saw was not from the impact where the car now sat.
Speaker 1: They hit everything. It was in a place from which
Speaker 1: it could be easily towed. Whether the car was worth
Speaker 1: salvaging would be up to the body shop and the
Speaker 1: insurance adjuster, assuming these kids had insurance. Now at the campsite,
Speaker 1: the owners stood at a distance taking in the destruction.
Speaker 1: It looked nothing like a campsite. It was more like
Speaker 1: a corner of a landfill. Debris was scattered about, and
Speaker 1: nothing looked like its previous form. A cast iron stove
Speaker 1: that was once inside the tent was now broken into pieces,
Speaker 1: and pieces of cass littered the area. Coolers had been crushed,
Speaker 1: and tents and sleeping bags shredded. Even suitcases were ripped open,
Speaker 1: and the boy's clothes didn't survive. Every garment was torn apart.
Speaker 1: Everything that once made up the organized campsite was now destroyed.
Speaker 1: Even the soda cans were crushed flat, every single can.
Speaker 1: One of the owners bent over and picked up a
Speaker 1: piece of a toothbrush. Neither man had spoken since they arrived,
Speaker 1: and finally one broke the silence. You believe this sosquat story, Well,
Speaker 1: I didn't until I saw this. I think we need
Speaker 1: to sell this claim and cut our losses, said the other, Well,
Speaker 1: you read my mind. Let's get off this mountain. The
Speaker 1: mine owners left the mountain and then made certain the
Speaker 1: college students had a way back to Washington, and after
Speaker 1: thinking the cafe owner, they left and they never returned
Speaker 1: to their claim. My story started many years ago in
Speaker 1: northern Minnesota, being a hardened Minnesotan Minnesotan Minnesotan, I don't
Speaker 1: know how to say that Minnesotan is one of my
Speaker 1: attributes that I wear proudly. Growing up in the harsh
Speaker 1: north woods. I often think of the encounters I experienced
Speaker 1: as a young man growing up. However, not until the
Speaker 1: last five or so years did I realize what I encountered.
Speaker 1: I met my wife thirty five years ago, and I
Speaker 1: married her. In all those years I let her know
Speaker 1: of my strange yet unverified happenings in the woods. She
Speaker 1: would say, just lay off the bourbon. It wasn't uncommon
Speaker 1: for me to take my leave of her and venture
Speaker 1: out into the deep woods for quite some time. Camping
Speaker 1: is my passion, and I did it often. Moving to
Speaker 1: Wisconsin in nineteen ninety, we started our family, and I've
Speaker 1: been blessed with a son and a daughter and are
Speaker 1: very close to me and my wife. Both my kids
Speaker 1: are avid outdoors people and we get to experience nature
Speaker 1: as it was meant to be. After careful consideration, I've
Speaker 1: decided to share my most recent experience that makes me
Speaker 1: think that these creatures of the forest are not only
Speaker 1: here but mean us no harm. I'll begin by saying
Speaker 1: that my thoughts on bigfoot are met with hardcore evidence
Speaker 1: that they truly are real. My son and I are
Speaker 1: active in hardcore hunters. That being said, we often abandon
Speaker 1: all other activities when hunting season is open. Last spring
Speaker 1: twenty and nineteen, my son and I were camping on
Speaker 1: private land in western Wisconsin. The landowner lets us do
Speaker 1: whatever we want in exchange for chores that need to
Speaker 1: be done on the property. Prior to my last encounter,
Speaker 1: may I say that not only has my son and
Speaker 1: my daughter and yes, my wife have not only seen
Speaker 1: our hairy creature, but have come to enjoy the gifting
Speaker 1: process that we have started with them hunting this property.
Speaker 1: We have experienced and become somewhat comfortable with the sightings
Speaker 1: and gifting of our hairy friends. I am blessed that
Speaker 1: my daughter, wife, and son have gotten to experience what
Speaker 1: I have. At first, we were terrified of what we
Speaker 1: saw and experienced, but over time though, we realized that
Speaker 1: they mean us no harm as long as we respect
Speaker 1: their space. It was May of last year and my
Speaker 1: son and I were turkey hunting on a spring hunt.
Speaker 1: We set up camp and what we call the bottoms.
Speaker 1: It's three hundred acres of woods and it's our playground
Speaker 1: and wild game is plentiful. The landowner dropped by with
Speaker 1: his wife and we drank and relaxed by a fire.
Speaker 1: Deep into the evening. We already had three days of
Speaker 1: camping under our belts and had some interesting things happen.
Speaker 1: It was Friday afternoon and we saw turkeys, but none
Speaker 1: were close enough to harvest. We headed back to camp
Speaker 1: and the landowners showed up and brought bourbon and chicken
Speaker 1: quarters for the open fire. Strumming my guitar and feasting
Speaker 1: on campfire chicken and having a relaxing evening. They left
Speaker 1: around ten thirty and drove back to Madison. My son
Speaker 1: and I stayed up drinking and singing to my guitar.
Speaker 1: When I noticed something strange in the darkness. Just out
Speaker 1: of the light of the fire, one could make out
Speaker 1: an outline of two beings in the distance. I reached
Speaker 1: over and tapped my son, and I pointed in the
Speaker 1: direction of what I was seeing. Holy shed, Dad, there
Speaker 1: they are, yep, I said, are you scared now? He said,
Speaker 1: I think they're like playing, if that's possible, as he laughed. Well.
Speaker 1: Around midnight, we decided that it was time for bed,
Speaker 1: so we retired to the tent. Getting up to go
Speaker 1: hunting at four point thirty would come pretty quick. Before
Speaker 1: going to bed, I went to potty behind the tent
Speaker 1: and the creatures were gone, so I climbed in by
Speaker 1: my sleeping bag and it was a wonderful end to
Speaker 1: the day. One of the many nights my son and
Speaker 1: I have camped in these woods, it became obvious that
Speaker 1: we had company. It was only after many nights that
Speaker 1: we realized that our forest friends would always let us
Speaker 1: know that they were there. It was spooky and comforting
Speaker 1: at the same time. And let me say that after
Speaker 1: getting used to it, we slept pretty well. Prior to retiring.
Speaker 1: We stoked the fire with wood, so we had a
Speaker 1: fire in the morning, and I naturally wake up early,
Speaker 1: and even though we stayed up late, I would be
Speaker 1: up at my normal time of three thirty or so
Speaker 1: making coffee and breakfast. But I didn't that morning. I
Speaker 1: was perhaps really tired, as I slept until five am.
Speaker 1: But it wasn't me that woke up. Something outside the
Speaker 1: tent pushed me out of my cot The push was
Speaker 1: powerful and firm, and I sprang awake and I reached
Speaker 1: over to my son and he was there, and I said,
Speaker 1: get up, man, it's late. And I ran out to
Speaker 1: see if I could see who or what had pushed
Speaker 1: me out of my bed. My son said, Dad, what's
Speaker 1: got you all wound up? And I told him what
Speaker 1: had just happened. Well, he laughed and he said, well,
Speaker 1: they probably know what our schedule is and they woke
Speaker 1: you up. I took comfort in that, as it made sense.
Speaker 1: I went on to make coffee, and being late as
Speaker 1: turkeys were already out of their roost, we ate breakfast
Speaker 1: and decided to say screw it and just hang out
Speaker 1: at camp. But what happened next is something that I
Speaker 1: will always remember. We were planning on camping another two days,
Speaker 1: so we were running low on eggs and bacon, and
Speaker 1: so we jumped in my truck and we drove the
Speaker 1: ten miles into town to get what we needed. We
Speaker 1: got back to camp around nine thirty am, and what
Speaker 1: we saw was simply amazing. There was a huge tom
Speaker 1: laying next to the table where the camp stove was,
Speaker 1: and its neck was broken. Well, I'll be down. He
Speaker 1: gifted us a turkey. I said, how freaking cool is that.
Speaker 1: Our excitement was overwhelming, and we shouted thank you out
Speaker 1: into the woods, and even though it was now ten am,
Speaker 1: we both took a shot a while turkey still in disbelief,
Speaker 1: and decided to gift them with some eggs and bacon.
Speaker 1: I cooked up a batch and put it on a
Speaker 1: paper plate and walked over to our gifting site and
Speaker 1: I left it there. Shortly thereafter, we heard a whoop
Speaker 1: and it was loud and close, and I smiled and
Speaker 1: I said, well, it's safe to say they got our gift.
Speaker 1: And I walked over to the gifting site about three
Speaker 1: hundred yards away and the plate was gone and in
Speaker 1: its place was a shiny, speckled rock. It's not the
Speaker 1: first time that we've been gifted rocks, and for whatever reason,
Speaker 1: they seem to gift back with rocks. Well that's our story. Yes,
Speaker 1: I know some of you will find it unbelievable, but
Speaker 1: everything I've said is true. I know for sure if
Speaker 1: people would put down their phones and reconnect with nature,
Speaker 1: one never knows what may happen. It's a couple of
Speaker 1: weeks ago you did a phone interview with a Colorado
Speaker 1: big game outfitter that has gotten me curious about this
Speaker 1: exact area, and I'll explain why. He mentioned he was
Speaker 1: in southwest Colorado for the past several years. Myself and
Speaker 1: several friends from here and around the country meet up
Speaker 1: in elk hunt in the San Juan Mountains in southwest Colorado.
Speaker 1: We are in the area near the town of Dolores,
Speaker 1: a little more specifically, out in the mountains above Groundhog Reservoir.
Speaker 1: Back in twenty eighteen, I was hunting on top of
Speaker 1: a mountain called Black Mesa. The snow was kneed mid
Speaker 1: thigh deep on me and I'm six foot tall, and
Speaker 1: as I came up over a small ridge into a
Speaker 1: larger clearing. My path took me through what I came
Speaker 1: to see as a track of large prints. At first,
Speaker 1: I didn't really think much of it, as they were
Speaker 1: obviously a day or two old and the weather and
Speaker 1: fresh snowfall had made some effect on them. The more
Speaker 1: I looked at them, the more intrigued I became. While
Speaker 1: the weather may have eroded them, they were still almost
Speaker 1: double the size of my size twelve boot. There were
Speaker 1: no drag marks between the steps. They were postholed across
Speaker 1: the clearing with what was clearly a bipedal left right gate.
Speaker 1: What made me think more about it was the stride,
Speaker 1: which was four to five feet between each step. There
Speaker 1: is no way somebody in my size could replicate that,
Speaker 1: And even more amazing was the fact that the trackway
Speaker 1: never broke its stride. It came up out of the woods,
Speaker 1: across the clearing and back down into the woods, with
Speaker 1: a total distance of one hundred yards, and that was
Speaker 1: what I could see. I took a few photos, which
Speaker 1: I'm embarrassed to say are of mediocre quality at best.
Speaker 1: Being more focused on looking for ELK, I took a
Speaker 1: short break and then continued on my way. I mentioned
Speaker 1: the tracks to the other guys without much response. Nobody
Speaker 1: in our group saw anything out of the ordinary for
Speaker 1: the rest of the trip. In twenty nineteen, in the
Speaker 1: same area, myself and another guy had a couple of
Speaker 1: unexplained events on separate nights. This time we were camped
Speaker 1: near the side of Black Mesa. On our second night
Speaker 1: in camp, I was awakened by a rhythmic knocking of
Speaker 1: wood on wood. Two knocks, Wait ten seconds, and then
Speaker 1: two more. Wait a few more seconds, and then two more.
Speaker 1: This went on for a couple of minutes, and it
Speaker 1: seemed to be fairly close. At one point after the
Speaker 1: two knocks, there was an additional knock that sounded much
Speaker 1: farther away, and at that point the double knock started
Speaker 1: to move away, still knocking at ten second intervals until
Speaker 1: I couldn't hear them any longer. I was the only
Speaker 1: person that heard those knocks that night, and again I
Speaker 1: failed to investigate it, being that it was in the
Speaker 1: middle of the night and it was twenty five degrees
Speaker 1: out side. I rolled over and I went back to sleep.
Speaker 1: I mentioned it to the group the next morning, but
Speaker 1: nobody heard anything. The third night, another member of our
Speaker 1: group heard the same knocks, but he too didn't get
Speaker 1: up to explore. The area behind our camp was heavy
Speaker 1: dark timber heading downhill toward a draw with a creek
Speaker 1: at the bottom. I put out a couple of game
Speaker 1: cameras but didn't capture anything. Those were the only two
Speaker 1: occurrences we had last year. These two incidents made me
Speaker 1: curious if the outfitter you interviewed was in that same area.
Speaker 1: That entire area is surrounded by cattle ranches and guided huntland.
Speaker 1: I've been interested in the subject of bigfoot for a
Speaker 1: long time, although a lot of things I've seen on
Speaker 1: the internet I've been fairly skeptical of. These two events
Speaker 1: have peaked my interest into digging a little deeper.