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