Speaker 1: I wasn't going to do a podcast today. I was
going to take a day or two off. But I
was in here this morning and I came across this story,
and I thought, I got time to do this one.
I'll do one story in this podcast. All right, here
we go. In nineteen seventy five, I lived in rural
Connecticut on four acres of wooded property. There were over
sixty acres of woods and tobacco fields beyond that. Now
I remember sitting on the backstairs and hearing a monkey.
Not a roar like a gorilla, It was a monkey.
I told my mother what I heard, and she said, well,
it must be just a bird, and then she made
me come inside. Every afternoon, when I was sixteen years old,
I would take my Norwegian Elkhoun up into the woods
for a walk, and at a certain point i'd let
him off the leash. Leaving my back door, I had
to walk up an old dirt farming road that no
one used beside my family, and then go up and
incline through the woods before they broke into the tiniest clearing.
Each time I reached the clearing, i'd hear three knocks
on a tree somewhere off to my right. Now, this
happened every day, and there were three knocks every time.
I didn't think much of it at the time, though
it did stick in my mind. One day, after I
reached the tree Knock point, my dog became unusually clingy,
and I heard something pacing me. And when I stopped,
it stopped, and when I walked forward, it walked too.
I wondered if it was a deer, and I kept walking.
When I let the dog go off the leash, he
didn't run through the cornfield at the next clearing like
he usually did. This time, he stayed close by me.
And then one spring day, I was running after it rained,
and I found the cougar tracks paralleling mine. It looked
like a cougar had been stalking me. I eventually saw
the cougar, along with its deer kill and its cubs.
At the time, no one believed me about the cougar,
except my father, who had once seen it too, though
he never talked about it. And then the snow came
and I tucked up to my place at the tree
knock spot, and I saw more cougar tracks and a
tail drag deep in the snow. The tracks were five
feet apart the whole length of my stride as far
as I could stretch it. I ran and got my
mother to prove to her that there was a cougar
and that I wasn't crazy. And I showed her the tracks,
and she was terrified of the size, but she was
even more disturbed by the smell oh that. I said, well,
it always smells like this up here, right in this place.
I think that cougar must mark her territory or something.
My mother looked uneasy, and she swayed back and forth
a bit in her own footsteps and said that that
smell was not cat bee. That smell was right at
the Treenock location, And in hindsight, I think my mother
knew it was from a sosquatch. Well, I grew up,
and I got married, I had children, and when my
first child was around ten years old, we were walking
with two of her friends in a brand new development
built on the edge of our old neighborhood. They built
ninety four houses in a stretch of land that when
we first moved there was nothing but farm fields and
a whole bunch of woods. We had gotten permission from
the previous owner to hike there and we did that often.
It was sad to see the woods go, but here
we were on a new road going through it. On
the top of a hill. As the girls and I
were talking, I saw the strangest thing, and I thought
my imagination was running away with me. Probably two hundred
feet away on the opposite hill was an enormous figure
with long, blondish hair, standing in the woods. It was
the end of summer and the fir tree needles were
a bit sunburnt and tawny color, and this figure camouflaged
perfectly with it. It was enormous and it had its
back to us, but from the side I could just
see a slim sliver of a face, mostly the nose,
which looked more human, although the whole thing looked like
a giant orangutan. It seemed to know I had seen it,
and it slowly moved sideways through the trees until it
was gone. I thought I was seeing things, and I
told the girls that we should hurry back, And when
they asked why, I led and I said, I thought
I saw bear up on the hill. A few years
and two more kids later, we moved two towns over
into a more rural area down the street from our
home as a two hundred and fifty acre state forest.
On a humid, sweltering July morning, my sons and I
decided to take a hike on a short trail in
the forest. We packed up water and our two dogs
and we headed down the street. We had just gotten
onto the trail when I heard the strangest howl. It
was far away, but it had the fullness to it,
and as so many people attest to, I felt it
in my chest. It sounded like a warning, like it
was trying to scare us off, but like an idiot,
I shrugged it off and I kept going. Not too
far down the trail, we smelled the impenetrable stench, like
cat being dead fish. Now I remembered encountering the same
smell in my youth at the three Knock place, and
I started scanning the woods for any sign of a cougar.
Why didn't anything, and as we went on the smell
got stronger and stronger. We went home without any other event,
but I felt a little shaken by the howling that
filled my chest. And then two months later I went
back to the same spot with my dog. I had
been watching Bigfoot videos on YouTube, mostly sparked by my
husband's interest. He had grown up in this town and
knew someone who saw one, and he heard one himself
a few years ago. I was learning all the signs
of what to look for broken trees, that hideous smell,
the tree knocks, and the howling. I was walking along
the same trail that I had been on with my sons.
Went off the trail on a far away bank, I
saw a felled tree. The crunchy dead leaves on top
of the tree were mixed with other brush and resembled
some sort of nest or a shelter. I took out
my phone and I snapped pictures of the tree in
the surround. And later, when I got home, I went
back over my pictures and I enlarged everyone, and I
studied the images. It didn't take long until I discovered
that I'd captured images of the creature that I'd never
seen in Connecticut before. Well, first I sent the picture
to my best friend. I said nothing, only ask her
what the picture looked like. Well, first, she said it
looked like a guy with a hood. But if she
looked at it a little longer, she said it looked
like some kind of an ape Now. I can't tell
you how shocked and delighted and frightened and horrified I
was to have captured images of these creatures. I believe
the first one I photographed was juvenile. It had small ears,
and the rest of it looked just like a chimpanzee,
with protruding lips and a flat nose. I have photographed
others who were all so hairy and dark and you
couldn't see their faces. I got babies that look like
baby gorillas, and a mother with no hair on her face.
She was about five feet away from me, hidden in
a dense pine thicket, and she was holding an infant.
And I have pictures of them with human like arms
and feet, some with human like eyes, and some with
all black eyes resembling those of a gorilla. I thought
seeing the face of sasquatch would solve the mystery of
whether they are human or animal, but unfortunately seeing them
just makes me question it even more. Apparently they vary
greatly by individual some look more ape like and some
more human like. If I could tell you about every
one of my encounters now in the last three years,
i'd never finished writing this email. What I do know
is that I have been unknowingly very close to these
things and have not been harmed. But at the same time,
there have been three mysterious deaths in the state forest,
and I'm thinking sisquatch could be to blame. There's an
aggressive one amongst this group. I once drove down the
road near where they are and I stuck my head
out the window when I did a call that I've
heard in the woods a million times. That was a
big mistake. A sidequatch showed up out of nowhere and
threw a rock at my car. As incredible as it
may seem, these beings are here, and there are a
lot of them, even in places you'd least expected, like
a well trafficked state forest. Please feel free to share
this or any portion as you see fit. I enjoy
your channel. And the woman signs off, and this is
one of those. This is a person who for years
saw signs of something and she couldn't put it together
what she was seeing. She even mistook it for of
her cat, big cats or other thing deer. She said.
This is when she was younger. She ignored the signs
that her dog was wary of going into places and
stuff and just wrote it off. I mean, who would
suspect anything other than that? And then she gets toward
more current times and she's seeing them all the time,
taking pictures of them, all kind of stuff. I just
think that's extremely interesting that it's like once you see
one and you know what to look for, all of
a sudden you start seeing everything. Now with me, of course,
doing all these stories, I know what to listen for,
I know what to look for, I know what the smells,
and I never see anything nothing, And I'm back in
the woods all the time. Matter of fact, I'm thinking,
I just bought a new electric bike. Yes, I splurged,
but I got one on sale, and I'm about to
go out and ride it and through my neighbor's pine thicket,
and I'm going to put a chest camera and I'm
going to show you. You've seen a lot of videos
of me walking my dogs, but that's just a real
small area of his property that he allows me to
walk on and walk my dogs on. But I'm going
to ride this electric bike because my fat ass can't
pedal up those real steep hills. A bot this electric
bike so I could get up the hills and just
have some fun out there on his place, and he's
such a good neighbor to let me do it. But
I'm going to put a GoPro on and you'll see
how many woods that I walk through. And I walk
this whole place at least once a week, sometimes twice
a week, and sometimes I do night walks with just
a headlamp. That's really fun to me. It's too hot,
too many mosquitoes out now, But when it starts cooling down,
I'll take you all on a night walk with a
headlamp on and I'll film that really fun for me.
I don't know why I don't get scared. I just
I'm sixty three years old. I've seen everything, with the
exception of Bigfoot in these woods, and they just don't
bother me. At night day, sometimes I turn my light off.
The only thing I worry about is stepping on a
venomous snake. I don't want to do that. But other
than that, there's really not much out there that's gonna
bother me, and it's very peaceful for me. But anyway,
I'm kind of rambling. I'm gonna get on this electric
bike and you'll see these woods and you would think
that from these stories Bigfoot and like this woman says
that they are absolutely everywhere, but you'll see I don't know.
Some people will say, oh I saw one in that frame,
I saw one in this frame. I don't ever see anything.
Maybe I'm just having too good of a time. I
don't know. Anyway, I hope y'all enjoyed this story. The
woman who wrote it is very gracious to send it
to me, and I appreciate, appreciate you guys listening. And
we'll the one story in this podcast, and I hope
that was Some people like shorter podcasts, and so I'm
gonna drop a few of those every once in a while,
not the hour, hour and a half long ones. I
think this one is probably gonna be twelve fifteen minutes long.
So enjoy your week. It's Wednesday, August the thirteenth. Tomorrow
is my sister's birthday. I've got to remember to call
her anyway. I love you all, have a good week,
and we'll see you on the next podcast. Thanks.