Speaker 1: This email is from a gentleman in South Mississippi. And
Speaker 1: what's interesting about this is that this family has kept
Speaker 1: records of these paranormal events, written records since nineteen twenty two.
Speaker 1: That's what makes this so fascinating to me. So I'm
Speaker 1: gonna go ahead and read the email he sent, but
Speaker 1: I think you're going to be quite blown away by this.
Speaker 1: The gentleman rights, I have a story that might interest
Speaker 1: you in your listeners. It is not about Bigfoot, but
Speaker 1: is given as being true, and all who were involved
Speaker 1: believe what they saw. I'll use first names only to
Speaker 1: keep out of trouble. This occurred on land that has
Speaker 1: been in our family for five generations before me and
Speaker 1: now belongs to my brother Anthony. There's a lot of
Speaker 1: history and family secrets on this ground. The story starts
Speaker 1: in eighteen twenty two when Fred owned the land. He
Speaker 1: was twenty four years old and he was married and
Speaker 1: they had one child. This was taken from a letter
Speaker 1: written to a family member concerning the death of his
Speaker 1: only child. Fred and Florence lived there until their divorce.
Speaker 1: They had a little boy, James, who died from a
Speaker 1: fast acting sickness and is buried in Hester Cemetery. Aunt
Speaker 1: Cora told me that he was the cutest little boy,
Speaker 1: and Uncle Fred was plowing and the little boy was
Speaker 1: following him up and down the roads. He got real
Speaker 1: sick and he died, perhaps spinal meningitis. That's what Aunt
Speaker 1: Lily told me. After they buried him, uncle Fred went
Speaker 1: back to the field to finish plowing. He came to
Speaker 1: the house crying because the little boy's tracks were in
Speaker 1: the fresh plowed ground. Frank bought the place from Uncle Fred.
Speaker 1: Frank was our grandfather. My brother Anthony built his house
Speaker 1: on this property in nineteen ninety and he lives there now.
Speaker 1: Archaeology digs on the site have yielded pottery, coins, nails,
Speaker 1: and even gun parts. Anthony's daughter Ashley writes of her
Speaker 1: experience in two thousand, when she was fifteen years old.
Speaker 1: I woke up in the middle of the night and
Speaker 1: I sat up and the room was pitch black dark.
Speaker 1: The bed was facing west. At that time, I looked
Speaker 1: toward the door and there was a tall, dark figure,
Speaker 1: a full grown man's stature. The figure was standing just
Speaker 1: on the backside of the door where it would have
Speaker 1: opened into the room. I yelled out hey and it
Speaker 1: crouched down. I was sure I was crazy for seeing
Speaker 1: such things, since we always heard footsteps coming up the
Speaker 1: stairs and other creeks in the house. So I rolled
Speaker 1: over and I went back to sleep. I assumed it
Speaker 1: was one of the Plumber and crew. Now Plumber was
Speaker 1: a member of the Klan who was killed on the
Speaker 1: site in eighteen sixty four by Jayhawkers, and he is
Speaker 1: buried nearby. We sometimes joke about Plumber still roaming about
Speaker 1: the land that it once was his. Brock, Anthony's grandson,
Speaker 1: was staying over when he saw the little boy. It
Speaker 1: was in twoenty and ten and Brock was ten years
Speaker 1: old at the time, and he wrote of his experience.
Speaker 1: I can remember it being around eight thirty or nine
Speaker 1: on a school night, and not everyone in the house
Speaker 1: was asleep. The bedroom light was off, but the hall
Speaker 1: light was on, and the door was cracked just enough
Speaker 1: to let very little light in. I remember not being
Speaker 1: able to sleep and feeling like someone was watching me.
Speaker 1: I sat up to find what looked like a shadow
Speaker 1: of a little boy crouched down at the corner of
Speaker 1: the dress her. I stared at it for a second
Speaker 1: to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me,
Speaker 1: and it felt like my eyes would never adjust. So
Speaker 1: I called out to the shadow, Hey. As soon as
Speaker 1: the word left my mouth, the figure bolted toward the
Speaker 1: door and seemed to have vanished into thin air. In
Speaker 1: twenty twenty, Anthony's son Eric and his wife Elizabeth were
Speaker 1: staying with Anthony when the last sighting occurred. She writes,
Speaker 1: I was asleep in the bedroom upstairs to the right.
Speaker 1: It was dark, with only light from the television glowing
Speaker 1: throughout the room. I'm unsure why, but I woke up
Speaker 1: for a minute, and when I opened my eyes, I
Speaker 1: saw someone standing or crouching behind the closed bedroom door
Speaker 1: with a blanket wrapped around them. I assumed it was Eric,
Speaker 1: so I asked, what are you doing. When I didn't
Speaker 1: receive a response, I rolled over and I tried going
Speaker 1: back to sleep. A few minutes later, the room door
Speaker 1: opened and Eric walked in. I asked him where he was,
Speaker 1: and he said that he had been downstairs. I explained
Speaker 1: to him what I saw, and he told me it
Speaker 1: definitely was not him in the room. The apparitions were
Speaker 1: seen in the same upstairs room in intervals of ten years.
Speaker 1: The room is now used for storage only was the
Speaker 1: first apparition the father searching for his two year old son,
Speaker 1: and was the second apparition the little boy himself? And
Speaker 1: who was the third apparition? Perhaps it was the father again,
Speaker 1: we believe they were indeed father and son. And the
Speaker 1: writer signs off, and I thought this was very interesting
Speaker 1: because later family members who experience some kind of paranormal
Speaker 1: or ghostly figure in the house can look back to
Speaker 1: letters going back to nineteen twenty two of them other
Speaker 1: people that have passed and gone who experienced the same thing.
Speaker 1: Now that's kind of uncanny. I thought this was so
Speaker 1: interesting I wanted to share it with you, and thank
Speaker 1: you to the writer for sending it. It was fascinating.
Speaker 1: I've been staring at my keyboard for the last twenty
Speaker 1: minutes asking myself if I really want to open this
Speaker 1: can since it's been almost thirty years and thanks to
Speaker 1: your channel, people have been given a platform to share
Speaker 1: experience with this beast. I also just recently started asking
Speaker 1: my brother about that day in nineteen eighty nine. My
Speaker 1: brother was there and did not see the thing, but
Speaker 1: he remembers my strange behavior after my experience, even though
Speaker 1: I didn't come clean with him and tell him what
Speaker 1: I saw. He helped piece together the puzzle of my
Speaker 1: experience that I have been carrying most of my life.
Speaker 1: How I start, I guess to fully understand what I
Speaker 1: went through and the trauma I suffered after. It's important
Speaker 1: for me to share a bit of my life leading
Speaker 1: up to the experience because my father walked out on us,
Speaker 1: and I spent most of my teenage years angry. Fighting
Speaker 1: was a way to either fit in or prove myself.
Speaker 1: At the age of fifteen, my mother could no longer
Speaker 1: deal with my teenage angst and I was shipped out
Speaker 1: to live with my older brother. He was ten years
Speaker 1: older than me, so we didn't have much of a relationship.
Speaker 1: He was, however, a good brother and I could lean
Speaker 1: on him and he understood some of what I was
Speaker 1: going through. He also introduced me to the outdoors. Soon
Speaker 1: after moving in with him, I was hunting, fishing, and camping.
Speaker 1: I love the outdoors, but I was never good at hunting,
Speaker 1: mainly because I didn't enjoy it. I was good with
Speaker 1: a rifle, but I would rather target shooting than killing animal.
Speaker 1: We lived in Builton, California, and Lost Padres National Forest
Speaker 1: was only thirty minutes away. It was the spring of
Speaker 1: nineteen eighty nine, and my brother and his friend invited
Speaker 1: me to go shooting with them. My brother had just
Speaker 1: bought a new thirty thirty Winchester, and I couldn't wait
Speaker 1: to shoot that rifle. There was snow in the mountains,
Speaker 1: so before we started target shooting, we found some great
Speaker 1: hills to sled down, and we did that for an
Speaker 1: hour or so, enough time for me to get my
Speaker 1: jeans wet from all the slush. As they started setting
Speaker 1: up the targets, I changed into some sweatpants I had
Speaker 1: brought in a gym bag. My brother's truck had a
Speaker 1: camper in the bed and was parked about one hundred
Speaker 1: yards away. I was anxious to get into some dry clothes.
Speaker 1: I was about to start putting my sweats on when
Speaker 1: out of nowhere, I was hit with a gripping, paralyzing fear.
Speaker 1: I could not understand what was happening to me. There
Speaker 1: was an irritating, pulsating sound in my head. It scared me.
Speaker 1: I thought I was sick or was about to pass out.
Speaker 1: So I sat down to steady myself and hope the
Speaker 1: feeling would go away. I raised my head looking out
Speaker 1: the camper door, and I saw a large, dark figure
Speaker 1: come from the tree line only a few yards away.
Speaker 1: Everything slowed down to slow motion and I felt like
Speaker 1: I could only move my eyes as the figure came
Speaker 1: into view. It was a light brown creature and my
Speaker 1: estimation was over eight feet tall. From the camper shelled window,
Speaker 1: I could only see from its hip to its chest.
Speaker 1: It carried a dead dove tucked in its side like
Speaker 1: a football. The dove appeared to have died from a
Speaker 1: broken neck. The walking movement of this creature caused the
Speaker 1: head of the dove to wiggle like a snake. The
Speaker 1: whole scene was surreal and it scared me. I will
Speaker 1: never forget the way that tiny dove looked as this
Speaker 1: creature walked towards me. Its head was flopping from side
Speaker 1: to side, and its eyes seemed to be fixed in
Speaker 1: a state of terror. The creature walked past towards the
Speaker 1: front end of the truck and then made its way
Speaker 1: back up into the woods and disappeared into the forest.
Speaker 1: The animal was massive. I saw details that stick in
Speaker 1: my mind still again, the light brown hair and the
Speaker 1: evil expression on its face. I even saw scars on
Speaker 1: its face. I kept telling myself it was a bear
Speaker 1: walking on its back legs, but deep down I knew
Speaker 1: this was not a bear. Our minds try to rationalize
Speaker 1: the strange things we see, and my mind was comforting
Speaker 1: me by telling me it was a bear, but it
Speaker 1: was no bear. That feeling I had had for the
Speaker 1: last three minutes vanished as soon as the creature moved
Speaker 1: away from me and into the forest. I sat on
Speaker 1: the rear seal of that camper door and I could
Speaker 1: not believe what I had just seen. I must have
Speaker 1: lost track of time, because the next thing I remember
Speaker 1: was my brother and his friends showing up. They were
Speaker 1: asking me why I didn't come back and why I
Speaker 1: missed out on the shooting. How much time had I
Speaker 1: lost I still don't know, but I suppose they shot
Speaker 1: rifles for thirty or forty five minutes before coming to
Speaker 1: look for me. The strange thing was I never heard
Speaker 1: a shot, I mean nothing. They kept asking me if
Speaker 1: I was okay, and all I could say was a
Speaker 1: bear walk right up to the truck. It was a
Speaker 1: huge bear. We gathered all our gear and within a
Speaker 1: few minutes we left for home. That's pretty much the
Speaker 1: whole story. I have emotionally struggled with this for years.
Speaker 1: What bothers me most is that I felt like I
Speaker 1: was paralyzed during the encounter. The creature was scary, for sure,
Speaker 1: but what would cause me to lose my senses for
Speaker 1: that amount of time. I recently asked my brother what
Speaker 1: he remembers. He only recalls that I would not come
Speaker 1: out of that camper and that I crawled into the
Speaker 1: bunk and slept the whole way home. That is about
Speaker 1: all I can remember. It's a crazy story that I've
Speaker 1: never shared with anyone. Best regards George, and I thought
Speaker 1: I would send this story told to me by my mother.
Speaker 1: I generally avoid sharing these types of stories with other
Speaker 1: podcasts since my first attempt, when the podcaster responded that
Speaker 1: he would not include it since he avoids reading stories
Speaker 1: with religion in the story. I found this very disingenuous
Speaker 1: because he had no problem with non Christian pagan wick
Speaker 1: and voodoo inclusions in his podcast. And I trust you
Speaker 1: with how you present stories and you don't judge. My
Speaker 1: mom said this happened to her when she was in
Speaker 1: her late teens before she married my father. She was
Speaker 1: visiting some friend one evening when her friends decided to
Speaker 1: make a spirit board by drawing it on top of
Speaker 1: one of those old folding card tables. They also used
Speaker 1: to invert a tea cup with the handle as the
Speaker 1: point of the plashett plan chet point of a plan
Speaker 1: chet pla n cchett. I don't know what that word is.
Speaker 1: I don't know if she had ever heard of the
Speaker 1: bad things that could happen with these things. The group
Speaker 1: was asking their questions and she made the accusation that
Speaker 1: someone was making the answers by pushing the tea cup.
Speaker 1: At several points in this session, it stopped working, and
Speaker 1: someone noticed that it always stopped when one of the
Speaker 1: young men came into the room, so when he left
Speaker 1: the room, they asked why it was always stopped when
Speaker 1: he was there, and it responded with a misspelled word
Speaker 1: p r e s t hod or something meaning priesthood.
Speaker 1: She said it couldn't spell very well. Apparently the young
Speaker 1: man was a priest in his church. Her friends kept
Speaker 1: denying they were doing it, so she wanted to do
Speaker 1: it on her own. They all said it doesn't work
Speaker 1: with just one person, and she said, if it really
Speaker 1: was working, it would work with only one, so she
Speaker 1: tried it and she said it work. She said there
Speaker 1: was an oppressive feeling, dark responses, and she got really uneasy,
Speaker 1: so the lighting things up. She asked if Santa Claus
Speaker 1: was real. The entity did not respond, so she started singing, Oh,
Speaker 1: here comes Santa Claus, Here comes Santa Claus. And she
Speaker 1: said she got the impression that it was angry at
Speaker 1: her and taunting because the cut suddenly flew across the
Speaker 1: room and shattered on something across the room. We were
Speaker 1: always taught not to mess with these things because of
Speaker 1: the evil associated with them. This is an email from Tammy,
Speaker 1: and this is one of the strangest stories I've read
Speaker 1: in a while. It's really good, she writes. Hello, my
Speaker 1: name is Tammy, and first, I love listening to all
Speaker 1: the stories you tell from other people's encounters with cryptids
Speaker 1: and aliens. I liked the stories about Bigfoot the best.
Speaker 1: I decided to write my true encounter of a different kind.
Speaker 1: I don't think I've ever heard you tell a story
Speaker 1: like this, but I could be wrong, so here it goes.
Speaker 1: I'm from Texas and I live in a small town
Speaker 1: not far from Brian and College Station, Texas. I drive
Speaker 1: a garbage truck, and I go to other towns to
Speaker 1: pick up carts. On one occasion, I was on my
Speaker 1: way back to park my truck at my job. It
Speaker 1: was around dusk, where the sun had already gone down,
Speaker 1: and there was just enough light that I could still
Speaker 1: distinguish colors all around me without having to shine a
Speaker 1: light on it. As I was approaching a stretch of trees,
Speaker 1: large creatures began flying out of the treetops and gliding
Speaker 1: across the road. Now it may sound strange, but they
Speaker 1: looked like gargoyles that I've seen in films. These were
Speaker 1: much larger than buzzards. I know what a buzzard looks
Speaker 1: like when I see one. They're quite common here. But
Speaker 1: I counted eight of these creatures, and in the fading light,
Speaker 1: I could see clearly that their skin was a muted
Speaker 1: gray color and they had no feathers. Once I couldn't
Speaker 1: see them, I began questioning the whole episode. I mean,
Speaker 1: I was in disbelief or denial, if that makes sense.
Speaker 1: Had I really seen what I thought I saw. I
Speaker 1: ran all the animals that I know of through my mind,
Speaker 1: and nothing fit. They looked like gargoyles. That's all I
Speaker 1: can come up with. And I had not dreamed this up,
Speaker 1: and it was not my imagination. And here's how I
Speaker 1: know that. A few miles down this road and I
Speaker 1: was beginning to shake off the strangeness of what I
Speaker 1: had seen, and up ahead there was another grove of trees.
Speaker 1: My eyes went straight to the treetops. I didn't expect
Speaker 1: to see the same vision, but to my great surprise,
Speaker 1: I saw their huge wings launch them from the treetops. Again.
Speaker 1: They flew to a point across the road where the
Speaker 1: trees obscured my view of them, and then they were gone.
Speaker 1: This time I counted six of the creatures, and now
Speaker 1: I had confirmed it. Something odd in the shape and
Speaker 1: movement of a gargoyle was flying around the woods close
Speaker 1: to College Station, Texas. And prior to this event, I
Speaker 1: had seen spirits. I've even seen a UFO, and my
Speaker 1: brother has seen a bigfoot, but I and no one
Speaker 1: I know, has ever seen anything like what I saw
Speaker 1: that evening. I would really like to know if, by
Speaker 1: any chance, has anyone in the audience seen anything like
Speaker 1: I've described. Thanks for reading my story. Well, Tammy, there
Speaker 1: it is is out there for the public to hear,
Speaker 1: and I would like to know if you guys have
Speaker 1: seen big flying creatures like this. That would absolutely freak
Speaker 1: me out. I mean I would I don't know what
Speaker 1: I would do if I saw something like that, but
Speaker 1: it's kind of scary, but it's kind of mystical, and
Speaker 1: you know, it sparks your imagination a little bit. But
Speaker 1: I believe she saw something like this absolutely. Her email
Speaker 1: is very short and very genuine, and I really appreciate it.
Speaker 1: So you guys comment below if you've ever heard of
Speaker 1: or seen anything like this. Thanks Tammy for the email.
Speaker 1: I'm a pastor from Memphis, Tennessee. Back in the nineteen nineties,
Speaker 1: I moved to a rural area south of Jackson, Tennessee,
Speaker 1: to serve at the church here. As a kid in
Speaker 1: the nineteen seventies, I watched the Patterson Gimlin film and
Speaker 1: the Legend of Boggie Creek. I wanted to believe in Bigfoot,
Speaker 1: but even if it were true, I seriously doubted there
Speaker 1: were any in Tennessee. And then I read a book
Speaker 1: about a bigfoot encounter in Carroll County, Tennessee that shook
Speaker 1: me to my core. On October eleventh, two thousand, and two.
Speaker 1: The church I was serving had planned a camp out
Speaker 1: for the kids. We put up eight tenths near the
Speaker 1: pond and a pasture located in Hardiman County near the
Speaker 1: Madison County line. To the east of the pasture were woods,
Speaker 1: and to the south was a creek that ran along
Speaker 1: some heavily wooded bottomlands. The house of the church family
Speaker 1: who owned the land was one hundred and fifty yards
Speaker 1: to our north, and we had twelve kids with us,
Speaker 1: including my two children and six adults. My wife and I,
Speaker 1: along with our two children, were in one tent together.
Speaker 1: In the late afternoon on the day of the camp out,
Speaker 1: the landowner's son and I set up the tents and
Speaker 1: we got the camp ready, and after supper we went
Speaker 1: on a scavenger hunt. We stayed mainly around the pond
Speaker 1: that was to our west, near a grove of trees,
Speaker 1: and during the hunt I couldn't shake the eerie feeling
Speaker 1: of being watched from those trees. The evening went without incident.
Speaker 1: By eleven o'clock we all turned in, and not long
Speaker 1: after I entered my tent, I heard a powerful and
Speaker 1: frightening howl to our northeast. Then I heard a second
Speaker 1: howl coming from the same direction. Those were answered by
Speaker 1: a faint howl coming from the woods to our southeast.
Speaker 1: I don't remember how many howls I heard in total.
Speaker 1: I just remember that I was quite frightened by them.
Speaker 1: My wife was awake and she heard them too, and
Speaker 1: our daughter, who was in another tent with some of
Speaker 1: the girls, later told us that she'd heard the howls too.
Speaker 1: A few minutes of silence passed, and I decided to
Speaker 1: go outside of the tent. I wanted to watch the
Speaker 1: fence row and the woods beyond it to make sure
Speaker 1: that we weren't being approached by whatever it was out
Speaker 1: there howling, and I wanted to add wood to the fire.
Speaker 1: I kept my eye on the woods as I approached
Speaker 1: the fire, but I didn't see anything. The landowner's Jack
Speaker 1: Russell terrier was sitting in a long chair by the fire,
Speaker 1: and I could tell by how still an alert he
Speaker 1: was that he was just as frightened as we were.
Speaker 1: I didn't hear anything the rest of the night, though.
Speaker 1: After that camp out, I decided to investigate what I'd heard.
Speaker 1: Now listened to the Ohio howl by an alleged bigfoot
Speaker 1: that howl is a long, moaning sound with a dog barking.
Speaker 1: What I heard that night was closer and louder, and
Speaker 1: there were no other sounds except the answering how it
Speaker 1: was very quiet before the house and deadly quiet afterward.
Speaker 1: One thing I know for certain, whatever made those howls
Speaker 1: was a large creature. Next I spoke to the landowners.
Speaker 1: They told me they'd had numerous encounters with ape like
Speaker 1: creatures on their property and in the surrounding area. Now
Speaker 1: remember I was their pastor, and there was absolutely no
Speaker 1: reason why they would lie to me about this. In
Speaker 1: January of two thousand and three, I was invited over
Speaker 1: to the landowner's house to investigate the woods where I
Speaker 1: had heard the holls. Their son and I ventured into
Speaker 1: the woods to the east around three o'clock in the afternoon,
Speaker 1: and then we traveled south. It had snowed, so we
Speaker 1: were hoping to find some tracks. Five yards into the woods,
Speaker 1: we came across a large X shape formed by two
Speaker 1: trees that had been pushed over, and as we can continued,
Speaker 1: we found other territorial markers, such as saplings that were
Speaker 1: twisted down five to seven feet off the ground. My
Speaker 1: companion was familiar with these sites but had never investigated
Speaker 1: to find out what had been done. We came across
Speaker 1: one track that was roughly twelve inches in length. We
Speaker 1: also found him anewer pile of unknown origin and some
Speaker 1: hair caught on a fence row. My companion had hunted
Speaker 1: and fished his whole life. He was familiar with a
Speaker 1: wide variety of animals, but he couldn't identify either the
Speaker 1: scat or the hair. And last we found what were
Speaker 1: possibly bedding areas for something extremely large. We searched for
Speaker 1: two more hours and then we headed back to the house.
Speaker 1: In February of that same year, the landowner's son and
Speaker 1: I visited the October camp site at eight thirty pm
Speaker 1: in the evening. We sat down and talked for a while,
Speaker 1: but mainly we were listening for what we had begun
Speaker 1: to call our friends friends as our code word for bigfoot.
Speaker 1: Not long after we got there, we heard an owl
Speaker 1: hooting and it was answered by a mimicking sound. Well,
Speaker 1: we looked at each other as if to say, what
Speaker 1: was that, and then it happened again, and we knew
Speaker 1: it was bigfoot when we didn't hear anything else for
Speaker 1: a few minutes. We decided to head back to the house,
Speaker 1: and we knew we needed to come back with night
Speaker 1: vision binocular sometime in the future if we were going
Speaker 1: to see anything. I have had several more encounters, including
Speaker 1: an actual sighting, and I'll send you those stories soon. Well,
Speaker 1: very good, I'd love to have your sighting story, Sir,
Speaker 1: the pastor from Memphis. This is interesting. These are people
Speaker 1: who have heard you know, this word is so commonly used,
Speaker 1: but it's anecdotal type stuff like the owl hooting and
Speaker 1: then getting answered by another howl or another owl. Does
Speaker 1: that not sound like owls talking back and forth. I
Speaker 1: have owls back here behind my house, and some you know,
Speaker 1: some owl will start raising sand down in these bottoms,
Speaker 1: and then all the way on the other side of
Speaker 1: the woods, I'll hear another one calling back. That doesn't
Speaker 1: necessarily mean it's a big foot. I'm not arguing with
Speaker 1: the man, but I'm wondering how they come to these conclusions.
Speaker 1: And he didn't say it in this story, but are
Speaker 1: they typically can you listen to them and tell that
Speaker 1: that is something mimicking an owl? That's what I'm asking
Speaker 1: and so I'd be curious about that. If anybody in
Speaker 1: the audience listens to this, can you tell the difference between, like,
Speaker 1: for instance, a human doing an owl hoot or an
Speaker 1: actual owl hooting. I use an owl hoot called turkey
Speaker 1: hunting all the time. Sometimes you know, it doesn't work
Speaker 1: all spring, but it's usually about the first month of
Speaker 1: the turkey season. If you'll hoot, if the turkeys are
Speaker 1: still up on the roost, especially if it's just getting daylight,
Speaker 1: you can blow that owl call. Man, they'll all sound off.
Speaker 1: But you get later in the season and they don't
Speaker 1: seem to do it as much. So it's not like
Speaker 1: fool proof. But the point is, I have an owl call,
Speaker 1: and to me it sounds like an owl, and I've
Speaker 1: had owls call back at me when I use it.
Speaker 1: And anyway, I'm just trambling on about this owl thing.
Speaker 1: But this is one of those cases where a man
Speaker 1: hears some things. He's heard a few things about bigfoot,
Speaker 1: and he's investigating. He's real interested in this, and I
Speaker 1: think that's cool. I think that that's something you enjoy doing.
Speaker 1: That is, and you have time to do it. That's
Speaker 1: a fun thing to do. I know a lot of
Speaker 1: people who do it and they love it, so thank you.
Speaker 1: To the pastor for sending this preacher. Send me some
Speaker 1: more stories on your sightings. I'd love to hear them.