Speaker 1: All right, all right, one long story in this video.
Speaker 1: I pulled this up yesterday and I thought, man, this
Speaker 1: is a great story. I've got to share this story.
Speaker 1: I've had it for a long time. I just am
Speaker 1: now getting to it. The title is I Met a
Speaker 1: Strange little Man in the woods. It's not going to
Speaker 1: sound like a Bigfoot story right out of the gate,
Speaker 1: but it just hang on because it's really good. He
Speaker 1: writes Cam. Please don't use my name. You'll find out
Speaker 1: why later in this story. In nineteen sixty nine, I
Speaker 1: was twelve years old. My parents owned a river cabin
Speaker 1: on a very remote section of the Natchez River and
Speaker 1: what is called the Big Thicket. The Big Thicket is
Speaker 1: a name given to a region of heavily forested area
Speaker 1: of southeast Texas. We spent our summers away from my
Speaker 1: hometown in Beaumont, Texas, on that very beautiful but rustic river.
Speaker 1: In the spring of nineteen sixty nine, b and my
Speaker 1: best friend Tim and I decided to save our money
Speaker 1: and purchase a two man GI surplus rubber raft. We
Speaker 1: had great dreams and discussions of how we would fish
Speaker 1: all day from our own raft. We worked all spring
Speaker 1: and summer mowing yards and collecting bottles to earn money,
Speaker 1: and finally, in midsummer we had saved the thirty one
Speaker 1: dollars for the raft. We asked Tim's father to take
Speaker 1: us downtown to the GI Surplus to finally buy our raft.
Speaker 1: Let me say that the raft lived up to our expectations.
Speaker 1: We rode that thing all over the river, fishing and
Speaker 1: swimming from our own personal two man survival raft. We
Speaker 1: had tons of fun and the feeling of accomplishment was
Speaker 1: the absolute best. It was a great summer. The raft
Speaker 1: represented our freedom and our own ability to provide something
Speaker 1: special for ourselves. One day, toward the end of summer
Speaker 1: and before school started, we were staying up the cabin,
Speaker 1: but Tim wasn't with us. I decided to go up
Speaker 1: early and I got out fishing in the raft. And
Speaker 1: my dad always insisted that we row upriver so that
Speaker 1: no matter what, the current would bring us home. My
Speaker 1: dad was a wise man and a great outdoorsman. I
Speaker 1: was always smart to follow his advice. I stuck near
Speaker 1: the shore when rowing because the current wasn't a strong
Speaker 1: near the sandbars. While rowing upriver that morning, I passed
Speaker 1: a sandbar that I was familiar with. We had fish
Speaker 1: from it and swam off of it. We called it
Speaker 1: our secret sandbar. I don't know why, but back then
Speaker 1: everything had to have a name, and it was a
Speaker 1: great place to sing for men of us for bait.
Speaker 1: But on that warm summer morning, I noticed something different.
Speaker 1: There was a long, thick, black rubber hose that was
Speaker 1: partially covered in coming out of the woods behind the sandbar,
Speaker 1: and it trailed down into the river. That was odd,
Speaker 1: I thought, I've never seen that before. Being twelve years
Speaker 1: old and very curious and too young to be alarmed,
Speaker 1: I rowed to shore and pulled the raft up on
Speaker 1: the sandbar and decided to investigate the origin of the
Speaker 1: mysterious hose. Perhaps I should have gone back to the
Speaker 1: cabin and gotten my dad or my older brother, but
Speaker 1: I was too eager to know where the hose was
Speaker 1: coming from. Walking alone in the woods didn't concern me
Speaker 1: at all because I did it every day when I
Speaker 1: was at the cabin, So off I went into the
Speaker 1: thicket to investigate. I walked fifty yards into the woods,
Speaker 1: and the whole time carefully following the hose. I noticed
Speaker 1: that the hose was jumping a little like it was
Speaker 1: pumping water from the river. This was just getting more
Speaker 1: and more interesting. I came upon a metal box that
Speaker 1: the hose was connected to, and then it split into
Speaker 1: two hoses that vied off in two directions, but not
Speaker 1: far apart. I followed the hose further until I heard
Speaker 1: a noise up ahead in the woods, like someone hammering
Speaker 1: on a pipe. I kept following the hose until I
Speaker 1: saw something in the distance, and it didn't fit, and
Speaker 1: I crept a little closer, and I was stunned when
Speaker 1: I saw sitting there in the woods an object that
Speaker 1: looked like a small submarine. I stopped and stared and
Speaker 1: went into Indian Daniel Boone's squirrel hunter mode. And I
Speaker 1: quietly snuck up a little further and saw a little
Speaker 1: man wearing a jumpsuit and a hard hat working on
Speaker 1: some type of equipment out in front of the submarine thing.
Speaker 1: I could now see that it was larger than I
Speaker 1: first realized what was I looking at. I was a
Speaker 1: naive kid, so I yelled hey. The little man looked
Speaker 1: up at me and stared, and then looked behind him
Speaker 1: and said something to someone that I could not see.
Speaker 1: And then he said in a strange accent. Are you
Speaker 1: a lone boy, Yes, sir, I'm following this black hose
Speaker 1: to see where it goes. It leads right here, he said.
Speaker 1: I'm using the hose to pump water to cool some
Speaker 1: equipment I'm working on. How did you get here? I
Speaker 1: told him that I rode to the sandbar in my
Speaker 1: rubber raft and then things got interesting. What happened next
Speaker 1: I'll never forget as long as I live. The little man,
Speaker 1: who was shorter than me, stopped working and came over
Speaker 1: to me, and he reached out and patted my shoulder
Speaker 1: and said, what's your name? Boy? I told him my
Speaker 1: name and asked him his. Now I don't remember his name,
Speaker 1: but it wasn't one of the usual names I had
Speaker 1: heard before. I asked him what the little submarine was
Speaker 1: doing in the woods, and he turned and looked at
Speaker 1: it and laughed, boy, this in a submarine. Have you
Speaker 1: ever seen a submarine in the woods before, he asked.
Speaker 1: It was silvery gray, like a submarine, and tubular shaped
Speaker 1: with a porthole and a hatched door opened on the side.
Speaker 1: It was thirty to forty feet long. At my best, guest,
Speaker 1: what is it? I asked, it's a re entry vehicle,
Speaker 1: he said, oh, what, it's flying ship for space travel.
Speaker 1: He said, you mean like Apollo. I asked, kind of
Speaker 1: like that, he said, but it doesn't have rockets like
Speaker 1: your Apollo craft. And then I realized the little man
Speaker 1: was pulling my leg. What is a space ship doing
Speaker 1: out here in the woods on the Natchez River, I asked, smiling.
Speaker 1: I'm a transfer agent and I'm in the process of
Speaker 1: transferring my resource into a salt cave far under the
Speaker 1: surface of this forest. Well, I had no idea what
Speaker 1: he was talking about. And then the little fellow told
Speaker 1: me that he was hungry, and he asked if I'd
Speaker 1: like to eat with him. I hadn't had breakfast, so
Speaker 1: I asked, well, what do you have. He offered some
Speaker 1: fruit and some dark bread. The fruit was kind of
Speaker 1: like grapes, but yellow, and the bread was thick and
Speaker 1: very tasty. He said he liked our butter, but he
Speaker 1: didn't have any. What do you mean our butter, I asked.
Speaker 1: We sat down to breakfast, and he started to tell
Speaker 1: me a far out story. By the way, the yellow
Speaker 1: grapes were the best fruit I have ever eaten in
Speaker 1: my life, he said, to me, you look like a
Speaker 1: smart boy. And what am I about to tell you?
Speaker 1: You have to keep a secret. If you tell it,
Speaker 1: no one's going to believe you. Anyway, I should have
Speaker 1: listened to him and kept my mouth shut. But more
Speaker 1: about that later. And this is what he told me.
Speaker 1: I am one of sixteen hundred transfer agents stationed on
Speaker 1: this beautiful blue planet. I am assigned to the Petroleum Division,
Speaker 1: and my job is to transfer crude petroleum into various places,
Speaker 1: into underground caves in Texas and Louisiana. There are one
Speaker 1: hundred and thirteen of US petroleum agents a sign to
Speaker 1: this planet. The other agents are not in my division.
Speaker 1: They transfer other resources such as water, salt, plants, animals,
Speaker 1: precious metals, chemicals, and other needed resources to and from
Speaker 1: this world of yours. We transfer the resources mostly from
Speaker 1: the other planets in our Solar system. The plants and
Speaker 1: animals come from places far away. And he went on
Speaker 1: to say that our water originally came from the Red planet,
Speaker 1: and now it comes from the rings of Saturn. Our
Speaker 1: salt comes from Mercury, and our petroleum and sulfur come
Speaker 1: from Venus. Most of our metals come from Uranus and
Speaker 1: Pluto and some transfer agents continually test our oceans for
Speaker 1: the correct salinity balance, and when needed, salt is transferred
Speaker 1: from mercury. He said that when water is corrupted, it
Speaker 1: is removed and replaced with fresh water, and that this
Speaker 1: process goes on continually, but more recently since there had
Speaker 1: been a fast rise in our population. It's our job,
Speaker 1: he said, to make sure the blue planet never runs
Speaker 1: out of what is needed for mankind. I ask if
Speaker 1: the OL is brought in his spacecraft. Good question, he said.
Speaker 1: The best way to explain it is like this. We
Speaker 1: transfer on and off planet through another dimension. The resources
Speaker 1: changed into a non physical quintessence and then transferred to
Speaker 1: where it is a sign, and then changed back into
Speaker 1: its physical form. If we couldn't do it that way,
Speaker 1: we couldn't do it at all. Well, who do you
Speaker 1: work for? I asked? Do you work for Mobile or Texaco? Oh?
Speaker 1: You're a smart boy, he said. I cannot tell you
Speaker 1: who I work for, but if you think very hard,
Speaker 1: you will figure it out. Well, why can't you just
Speaker 1: tell me, I asked, that's the one bit of information
Speaker 1: that I can't share with you. He said, Well, do
Speaker 1: you work for God? I asked. He only stared at
Speaker 1: me and said, all I can say is that he
Speaker 1: comes from a physical realm, and that the transfer agents
Speaker 1: are assigned by very wise and affectionate authorities. I asked
Speaker 1: him how much he gets paid to do his job.
Speaker 1: He laughed out loud in his funny little voice, and
Speaker 1: he said, I'm getting paid right now by getting to
Speaker 1: visit with you. Well. I wasn't sure what he meant,
Speaker 1: but it made me feel good. The little man turned
Speaker 1: and said something in a different language behind him and
Speaker 1: toward the vessel. So I looked behind him, and I
Speaker 1: saw something that I had not seen before. There in
Speaker 1: front of the craft stood a large, hairy man type animal.
Speaker 1: I have since figured out that it was a bigfoot.
Speaker 1: At the time, I thought it was an eight, but
Speaker 1: it didn't stoop over like an ape, and it had
Speaker 1: a face with a nose, and it had human like eyes.
Speaker 1: This thing was huge. It was tall as the craft
Speaker 1: and looked at me in a way that scared me. Immediately,
Speaker 1: I jumped up and I said, what is that thing?
Speaker 1: The little man said, this is a friend of mine.
Speaker 1: He's a forest guardian who make sure no one comes
Speaker 1: around here to tamper with the transfer equipment. He then
Speaker 1: took me behind the craft and he showed me a
Speaker 1: Christmas tree, or that's what we call him in Texas.
Speaker 1: A Christmas tree in Texas is a stack of well
Speaker 1: Haad valves and adapters. It was like none I had
Speaker 1: ever seen, and I had seen many in my life,
Speaker 1: even at twelve. Well had adapters were everywhere in Southeast Texas.
Speaker 1: This is where I transfer the resource into the ground
Speaker 1: and down to the salt caves below. He said, well,
Speaker 1: what does that big Harry fellow do? I asked. The
Speaker 1: little man told me that he is here to guard
Speaker 1: this and other equipment so no one bothers it. He
Speaker 1: said there are many of them all over the and
Speaker 1: all over the planet. That they are our friends who
Speaker 1: protect the transfer agent's equipment when we're not here. He
Speaker 1: went on to say that they are good at frightening
Speaker 1: people away who get too close to what they protect.
Speaker 1: They won't harm you, he said, unless you get too
Speaker 1: close to what they guard. These things are not from
Speaker 1: this planet, but they like it on the Blue planet
Speaker 1: because they are left alone and there's plenty of food
Speaker 1: to eat. He also told me that they can cause
Speaker 1: a person to become very scared just by looking at them.
Speaker 1: The little guy then took me back to where we
Speaker 1: were eating, and he told me he had something for me.
Speaker 1: He went into his ship and brought out a box.
Speaker 1: He opened it and inside was a small device the
Speaker 1: shape of what I can only describe as a small
Speaker 1: mercury space capsule. He took it out and placed it
Speaker 1: in my hand. It was small and it was made
Speaker 1: of metal like stainless steel. What is it? I asked.
Speaker 1: He told me that he wanted me to keep it,
Speaker 1: and as long as I had it with me, I
Speaker 1: would never be bothered by the forest Guardian or by
Speaker 1: any one of the other more unfriendly visitors. Well, who
Speaker 1: are the unfriendly visitors? I asked? There are creatures that
Speaker 1: visit this planet for much different reasons than the transfer agents.
Speaker 1: He said, they're cruel and nasty little brutes who are
Speaker 1: up to no good. If you hang on to this
Speaker 1: little gift, they will never bother you. He then asked
Speaker 1: me to tell him about my family and friends, and
Speaker 1: where I went to school and if I went to church.
Speaker 1: I chatted on about all the things that I was
Speaker 1: interested in, fishing, baseball, comic books, model airplanes, and hunting squirrels.
Speaker 1: I told him about how my friend Tim and I
Speaker 1: had saved up and bought the raft. And I told
Speaker 1: him about being a boy scout and an altar boy
Speaker 1: in the Catholic Church, and that I attended Catholic school.
Speaker 1: He seemed to like hearing this. He told me to
Speaker 1: always be especially good to my mother and my sister.
Speaker 1: I told him I had a gift for him, and
Speaker 1: I pulled a folded comic book from my back pocket.
Speaker 1: It was a Marvel comic of the Fantastic Four. And
Speaker 1: he smiled and thanked me and said that he would
Speaker 1: enjoy it. And then un alarm sounded, and the little
Speaker 1: man put on his hard hat, wrapped up his leftovers,
Speaker 1: and said he had to get back to work. He
Speaker 1: patted my shoulder again and said he enjoyed talking with me.
Speaker 1: He made me promise that I would not tell anyone
Speaker 1: about our conversation and to never let anyone see the
Speaker 1: small device that he had given me. I promised him
Speaker 1: I would keep our secrets, and I said goodbye. I
Speaker 1: waved at his big hairy friend, and then off I
Speaker 1: went back to my beached draft. I knew I would
Speaker 1: never forget to wear to stay of my whole life.
Speaker 1: The next school year, I was in the seventh grade
Speaker 1: and changed from a private case Atholic school to public
Speaker 1: junior high. All my old friends were there too. My
Speaker 1: friend Tim would come a year later because he was
Speaker 1: a year younger than me. School was going great, but
Speaker 1: a problem started when we were assigned an English class
Speaker 1: to write a paper on what we did over the summer.
Speaker 1: I wrote about Tim and me buying the raft, and
Speaker 1: I stupidly wrote about meeting the little Man in the woods. Yep.
Speaker 1: I wrote everything, including the part about the resources from
Speaker 1: the other planets and the big hairyman. I told about
Speaker 1: the submarine that turned out to be a spaceship and
Speaker 1: the food and all of it. I even told about
Speaker 1: the device the little Man gave to me and that
Speaker 1: it would protect me. It was an eleven page report.
Speaker 1: I turned it into Missus Beal and expected an a
Speaker 1: on my first assignment in junior high. Man was I
Speaker 1: surprised two days later when I was called to the
Speaker 1: principal's office. I didn't even know who the principle was
Speaker 1: because I was a brand new student. Well, I went
Speaker 1: to the office during math class and I waited on
Speaker 1: the bench outside, and I was called in and was
Speaker 1: greeted by not only the principal, but also a man
Speaker 1: in uniform who was introduced to me as the local sheriff.
Speaker 1: I started to get scared because me and some buddies
Speaker 1: had recently been throwing rocks at hoboes who were writing
Speaker 1: in open train cars over the tracks. I was sure
Speaker 1: the sheriff was there to arrest me for stoning hoboes.
Speaker 1: That's not what they were concerned about, though. Mister Newberry,
Speaker 1: my principal, opened his desk and pulled out my assignment
Speaker 1: from English class. I immediately began getting nervous and scared.
Speaker 1: Mister Newberry asked, did you write these papers? Thinking back,
Speaker 1: I should have said no. I should have said my
Speaker 1: brother wrote it, or I read the story in a
Speaker 1: comic book, or anything other than what I said, But
Speaker 1: being a good Catholic boy, I couldn't lie. Yes, I
Speaker 1: wrote it. What's wrong with it? I said? Mister Newberry
Speaker 1: chimed in, Darryl, you were supposed to write what you
Speaker 1: did over the summer, not a fantastic story about spaceships
Speaker 1: and big hairy monsters in the woods. Did you really
Speaker 1: buy a rubber raft? Yes? Sir, I replied, it's in
Speaker 1: my garage right now, but it's deflated. Who is your friend, Tim,
Speaker 1: asked the sheriff. Well, I told all about Tim and
Speaker 1: that he was still in the sixth grade at Saint Anthony's.
Speaker 1: The sheriff then asked if my parents had a cabin
Speaker 1: on the Natcheesh River. Yes, Sir, I said, and right
Speaker 1: then I should have asked to have my parents called in,
Speaker 1: but back then I was too stupid to know better.
Speaker 1: And then the sheriff asked me if I really didn't
Speaker 1: meet a little man in the woods, and this is
Speaker 1: where I finally snapped, no, I said, I made the
Speaker 1: whole thing up. And then the sheriff asked, have you
Speaker 1: ever seen a big, hairy ape man in the woods
Speaker 1: on the Natchez River. No, Sir, I made that up too,
Speaker 1: I said, why did you make this story up? Young man,
Speaker 1: said mister Newberry, I thought fast, I don't know. I
Speaker 1: guess I had a boring summer and I wanted to
Speaker 1: write something interesting. And then the sheriff said, son, it's
Speaker 1: okay to tell us if you really didn't meet this
Speaker 1: little man. If you did, i'd like to thank you
Speaker 1: for writing the story. I would like to see the
Speaker 1: device he gave you. Maybe you would be willing to
Speaker 1: sell it to me for twenty dollars. Twenty dollars, dang,
Speaker 1: I thought, twenty dollars, and then reason trump my excitement. No, Sir,
Speaker 1: I said, I made the whole thing up. The principal
Speaker 1: and the sheriff looked at each other, and then mister
Speaker 1: Newberry said, in the future, son, you should stick to
Speaker 1: the truth and not make up science fiction stories like
Speaker 1: this ever again. Then he told me that it had
Speaker 1: upset missus. Beal now, I promised I would stick to
Speaker 1: the truth, and then I'll was dismissed. I have a
Speaker 1: cousin who at the time was a captain in the Army.
Speaker 1: He flew helicopters in Vietnam. I'd even written a story
Speaker 1: about him in sixth grade as the person who was
Speaker 1: my greatest hero. I guess I shouldn't have written that
Speaker 1: story either. But out of the blue, and some weeks
Speaker 1: after my visit to the school principal, my cousin called
Speaker 1: and said that he was going to be in town
Speaker 1: that next Sunday. He asked if I'd like for him
Speaker 1: to take me to the dairy Queen Dairy Queen. Heck yeah.
Speaker 1: The next weekend, my cousin arrived at our house and
Speaker 1: visited with my parents and then we drove to Dairy Queen.
Speaker 1: When we arrived at the DQ, there was an Air
Speaker 1: Force officer sitting at a booth in the back. We
Speaker 1: ordered Sundays and then my cousin walked over to the
Speaker 1: Air Force guy and spoke to him. He then invited
Speaker 1: me to join them. Cool, I thought, an Air Force
Speaker 1: guy and an Army guy. This is awesome. When I
Speaker 1: joined them, I was introduced to the Air Force man
Speaker 1: who was a captain. Now, I asked what he flew
Speaker 1: and he told me that he wasn't a pilot and
Speaker 1: that he was in Air Force intelligence. So you're a spy,
Speaker 1: I asked. He laughed and said no, I only study reports.
Speaker 1: After visiting for a few minutes, the unexpected happened. The
Speaker 1: Air Force officer pulled out a briefcase and he opened
Speaker 1: it and pulled out a copy of my English assignment.
Speaker 1: There it was, again, my English assignment about what I
Speaker 1: did last summer. I became confused and scared. Darryl, you've
Speaker 1: written quite a story here. Can we talk about it?
Speaker 1: He asked? The conversation was quite different from the one
Speaker 1: I had with my principal and the sheriff. The Air
Speaker 1: Force guy told me that I was not the first
Speaker 1: person to have this type of experience and that he
Speaker 1: believed that I really didn't meet the little man in
Speaker 1: the woods. He said, they know there are big Harry
Speaker 1: aight men in the big thicket, and that he would
Speaker 1: like to know all that I could tell him. He
Speaker 1: asked me if I entered the spacecraft. Well, I made
Speaker 1: the mistake and said no. Instead of saying I made
Speaker 1: it all up, he asked me if I still had
Speaker 1: the device, and I finally snapped and said no, that
Speaker 1: I made it all up, and he kept at it
Speaker 1: as if I was being interrogated. He said that it
Speaker 1: was my duty as an American and a Catholic boy
Speaker 1: scout to tell the truth and to let him see
Speaker 1: the device. Well, I'm not proud of what I did. Next.
Speaker 1: I was a tough kid, but I'd had enough and
Speaker 1: I started crying, I mean really sobbing. I guess I
Speaker 1: was just too stressed out to take anymore. I felt
Speaker 1: betrayed by my cousin and by my English teacher and
Speaker 1: my principal, I wished I would have just kept quiet
Speaker 1: about the whole thing. I wanted to call my dad. Heck,
Speaker 1: I was only twelve years old, and I was scared.
Speaker 1: I didn't like lying. I was in the depths of despair.
Speaker 1: I had never felt this stupid and upset with myself
Speaker 1: and my whole wife. Why couldn't I have just written
Speaker 1: something else, I thought? And then something awesome happened. My
Speaker 1: cousin put his arm around me and pulled me close
Speaker 1: to him, and then he looked at the Air Force
Speaker 1: guy and he said, that's enough, you're scaring the hell
Speaker 1: out of my little cousin. This meeting is over. The
Speaker 1: Air Force captain didn't respond. He got up and he
Speaker 1: walked out. I was sad for two reasons. First for
Speaker 1: having to answer yet again to some unknown person in
Speaker 1: uniform about my English assignment. And two, I didn't get
Speaker 1: to eat my ice cream Sunday. My cousin is still alive.
Speaker 1: He is a retired Army colonel. He is still my
Speaker 1: hero and has never asked again about my story. I've
Speaker 1: never said another word of it. And today I'm in
Speaker 1: my sixties and I'm no longer afraid. I have not
Speaker 1: had another encounter with a bigfoot or the strange little
Speaker 1: Man in the woods. I still have the little device.
Speaker 1: I guess it's kept me safe. I'll never know for sure.
Speaker 1: Even now I have a copy of my original English assignment.
Speaker 1: That's another story. And yes, I've completely figured out who
Speaker 1: the little man and all the other transfer agents work for.
Speaker 1: This long ago experience has shaped my life and my beliefs.
Speaker 1: I don't worry about things other folks fred over. I
Speaker 1: know that we will not be left to starve or
Speaker 1: run out of clean water or any other wonderful necessities
Speaker 1: that we enjoy on this beautiful planet we call home.
Speaker 1: I know that we are loved and provided for and yes,
Speaker 1: even protected. I also know that all those bigfoots you
Speaker 1: are always talking about are here for a good reason.
Speaker 1: And one more thing. Over the years, I have remembered
Speaker 1: other things the strange little Man in the woods told me.
Speaker 1: Do not be afraid to believe in what your parents
Speaker 1: taught you about someone up above. Also, the strange little
Speaker 1: Man taught me roughly ten or so things that would
Speaker 1: ensure my success in life. They sounded silly at the time,
Speaker 1: but I started taking those things seriously twenty five years
Speaker 1: ago they've worked out extremely well. Please do not share
Speaker 1: my contact information. I said, I'm not scared anymore, but
Speaker 1: the last thing I want is to be visited again.
Speaker 1: Thanks for giving us folks who have had unusual experiences
Speaker 1: of voice. Cam. I love your stories, and some even
Speaker 1: sound true. What about yours, dude, what about yours? And
Speaker 1: he writes, I love you man, I'm one of your people. Well,
Speaker 1: I'm one of your people too, sir. And I don't know.
Speaker 1: Story yesterday called Bigfoot in the Monster in Me it's
Speaker 1: actually an email I got, and I got this one.
Speaker 1: I'm just kind of going through a face where I'm
Speaker 1: drawn to these really strange stories, and a lot of
Speaker 1: people think I should kind of brush those aside. Now,
Speaker 1: I will say I do get some that are so
Speaker 1: outlandish that I know that the writer's trolling me. There's
Speaker 1: no doubt in my mind, and I'll trash those. But
Speaker 1: you can tell by what I just read. I don't
Speaker 1: just throw away, you know, stories that just seem outrageous.
Speaker 1: This man is quite believable. I cannot attest to the
Speaker 1: truth or non truth of this story, but he spent
Speaker 1: a heck of a lot of time writing this thing,
Speaker 1: and it's a great story, and I actually believe him.
Speaker 1: I don't know. Now, that doesn't mean I necessarily believe
Speaker 1: that the Bigfoots are space creatures that are put here
Speaker 1: to protect well heads and things like that. I don't know.
Speaker 1: I don't even want to try to figure all that out.
Speaker 1: It's just such a deep subject. I kind of like
Speaker 1: keeping all of these theories kind of bouncing around in
Speaker 1: my head. I watched Carries one hundred and sixty eight
Speaker 1: hours last night and this morning, and he's making the
Speaker 1: case that the Bigfoot that you cannot get a good
Speaker 1: image of them. It's just impossible to get a good image.
Speaker 1: I don't know about that, but that's a theory that
Speaker 1: I like bouncing around in my head. That's a different
Speaker 1: idea that I've actually never heard before. I always thought
Speaker 1: people were just taking pictures and finding dark objects behind
Speaker 1: green foliage and just kind of I mean, you can
Speaker 1: do that with clouds. You can look up at a
Speaker 1: cloud and you can make it look like anything. You
Speaker 1: can make it look like a dinosaur or a dog
Speaker 1: face or a I don't know, a razorback. I've done
Speaker 1: that all my life, and you can do the same
Speaker 1: thing in the woods. Through a blurry picture anyway, But
Speaker 1: I enjoy the possibility of all these theory They're fantastic.
Speaker 1: This particular story is the theory that Bigfoot are alien
Speaker 1: and that there are actually entities from other solar systems
Speaker 1: in the universe visiting our planet and supplying our planet
Speaker 1: with the resources that we need to survive and even thrive.
Speaker 1: So it was fascinating to me. The guy's a good writer,
Speaker 1: and there's your story. I hope you guys enjoyed it,
Speaker 1: and we'll see on the next one. Thanks.