Speaker 1: My name is Danny, and I've been a bigfoot enthusiast
Speaker 1: since i was a teenager when I saw the Patterson
Speaker 1: Gimlin film. I'm now sixty nine years old and still
Speaker 1: just as enthusiastic. My first encounter was from my father.
Speaker 1: I never thought he would admit to seeing a bigfoot
Speaker 1: because he always said there was a reasonable explanation for
Speaker 1: things that you think you see. One day, when the
Speaker 1: subject of bigfoot came up, I expected to hear him
Speaker 1: say that he didn't believe in them. He then shared
Speaker 1: a story of something that happened to him, either before
Speaker 1: he left for World War Two or after he came home.
Speaker 1: He was at home on my grandfather's farm. A large
Speaker 1: field out in front of the house had been plowed
Speaker 1: and worked up ready to plant. That field and pasture
Speaker 1: was separated by a creek that ran between them. Part
Speaker 1: of the pasture was also woodland and hills. He was
Speaker 1: on his way to the pasture, and as he crossed
Speaker 1: the yard, he heard a loud roar and then a scream,
Speaker 1: as if something had attacked a woman. He wondered what
Speaker 1: it was and began to walk the path to the
Speaker 1: creek to get a better look at the area of
Speaker 1: the field. The entire field was now in view, and
Speaker 1: he saw a big black thing that looked like a
Speaker 1: man crossing. It walked to the fence line at the
Speaker 1: edge of the field and stepped over the fence like
Speaker 1: it was stepping over a doorway threshold. It then had
Speaker 1: to step over the bank to the creek and cross
Speaker 1: over it, and then up the bank to the other side.
Speaker 1: He said he watched it cross the pasture and walked
Speaker 1: into the woods. I was surprised that he even admitted
Speaker 1: to all this. This is my first encounter as a teenager.
Speaker 1: I grew up on a small forty acre farm that
Speaker 1: sat between two hills, otherwise known as a holler. My
Speaker 1: home was at the lower part of the farm, and
Speaker 1: in the narrow part between the hills. Dad had built
Speaker 1: a pond for fishing. He charged money for the people
Speaker 1: to fish there, so it was a source of income
Speaker 1: and a source of water for our gardens. In the summer,
Speaker 1: I spent my youth roaming those hills, hunting and camping
Speaker 1: and wandering like farm boys do. One evening I was fishing,
Speaker 1: and just as it began to get dark, my sixth
Speaker 1: sense kicked in and I realized that something wasn't right.
Speaker 1: There were no frogs, singing birds, and bugs were silent.
Speaker 1: I realized that something was going on when I heard
Speaker 1: something walking through the leaves just inside the woodline. I
Speaker 1: knew it wasn't a deer because at that time we
Speaker 1: didn't have deer in our area, and I knew it
Speaker 1: wasn't a bear because we didn't have them either. There
Speaker 1: was a long pause between each step, and I could
Speaker 1: tell it was stepping flat footed in the leaves. That
Speaker 1: sixth sense told me that it was time to leave,
Speaker 1: so I picked up my gear and I headed home.
Speaker 1: The sound followed me until I got to the dam,
Speaker 1: and then it just stopped. The next event happened in
Speaker 1: two thousand and five. While I was working the evening
Speaker 1: shift at our main post office here in Huntington, West Virginia.
Speaker 1: I got off at eleven unless I had to work over.
Speaker 1: It was during the summer, so the nights were warm,
Speaker 1: and on this night, I arrived home at two am.
Speaker 1: When I pulled into my driveway, I got out of
Speaker 1: the car and I noticed that every dog for a
Speaker 1: mile around was barking. I wondered what had them riled
Speaker 1: up about? That time, on the hill above the creek,
Speaker 1: I heard a huge roar that lasted for several seconds.
Speaker 1: It echoed off the hills, and the instant it stopped,
Speaker 1: every dog shut up. All I could do was smile
Speaker 1: and say, there's a bigfoot for sure. I was watching
Speaker 1: your channel on YouTube last night listening to a report
Speaker 1: with the Lady Cat that's Cat Rabbit from Alabama, and
Speaker 1: when you played the recording she had made, I told
Speaker 1: my wife that's exactly what I heard out here, just
Speaker 1: not as deep sounding. Well, there's something for your records
Speaker 1: on West Virginia. I hope it was of some value.
Speaker 1: Keep up the good work and all the best for
Speaker 1: the coming year. I don't have the date on this,
Speaker 1: but I think I don't think this one's too old.
Speaker 1: But Danny, thanks for thanks for the well wishes on
Speaker 1: the channel. I appreciate it. Your dad actually saw one,
Speaker 1: and then you experienced something which you I think used
Speaker 1: his experience and kind of came to the conclusion it
Speaker 1: was probably a bigfoot tracking you out of the woods
Speaker 1: when you were at that pond. Then you heard that
Speaker 1: howl above your house when you came home at two
Speaker 1: in the morning. I don't know what I would do
Speaker 1: if I heard something like that. I heard something weird
Speaker 1: out here. It was the weirdest sounding. It was an animal.
Speaker 1: I'd like to imitate it, but I don't think I can.
Speaker 1: But it was one of those sounds that, all right,
Speaker 1: here's the truth. Sometimes I step out on my front
Speaker 1: porch and I just peep. My wife gets real aggravated
Speaker 1: with me. But the bathroom is way down the house,
Speaker 1: and the front porch is just right there. And I
Speaker 1: live right out in the middle of nowhere where nobody
Speaker 1: can see me. We don't have any street lights. We
Speaker 1: don't even have any lights outside unless you turn them on,
Speaker 1: so it's dark. I go out there and pee in peace.
Speaker 1: You know. Well, I'm standing out there doing my business,
Speaker 1: and right in front of me the way I'm pointing,
Speaker 1: I could hear this thing making some kind of call.
Speaker 1: It was like a er er er, but it was
Speaker 1: different than that. It had more base to it. It
Speaker 1: kind of God. I don't think it was a bigfoot,
Speaker 1: I'm just telling you that right now. But it had
Speaker 1: more like of a vibrating kind of a voice. But
Speaker 1: it sounded like it could either be a mile away
Speaker 1: or it could be like right in front of me,
Speaker 1: like out at my driveway, which is only a few yards,
Speaker 1: maybe thirty yards, Like it was right in the woods.
Speaker 1: I don't know. I don't know what it was. I
Speaker 1: don't think it was bigfoot, but it was some kind
Speaker 1: of animal making a noise that I had never heard.
Speaker 1: Do you know what I mean when I say it.
Speaker 1: You can't judge the sound because you've never heard that
Speaker 1: sound before, so you can't really judge how far it was.
Speaker 1: But it sounded close, but it could have been half
Speaker 1: a mile away. I don't know. I don't know, but
Speaker 1: I haven't heard it again. I went out later that night.
Speaker 1: I went out the next two nights. It was dark
Speaker 1: and the moon was out. There was some light I
Speaker 1: could see, but I never heard it again. It's pretty interesting.
Speaker 1: I don't think it was a bigfoot, but it was
Speaker 1: a weird sound. You know, sometimes cows those weird sounds.
Speaker 1: Whether people have cattle around here all over the place,
Speaker 1: and they make and mules are not mules, but donkeys,
Speaker 1: these little donkeys that people keep. My son used to
Speaker 1: have a couple of those. They make the freakiest sounds
Speaker 1: I've ever heard. Could have been something like that. Anyway,
Speaker 1: I'm just rambling on. Let's move on to another story.
Speaker 1: Thanks Danny for the emails really good. I grew up
Speaker 1: on a small mountain called Beechy Ridge in Clay County,
Speaker 1: West Virginia. It's one of the tallest mountains in the region.
Speaker 1: One afternoon in the summer of nineteen seventy seven, my
Speaker 1: mother and I were sitting on our front porch when
Speaker 1: all seven of our dogs went on alert. As we
Speaker 1: looked around to find what had them on edge, a
Speaker 1: large animal ran on two legs from round the side
Speaker 1: of the house and crossed our front porch. It passed
Speaker 1: the light my dad had mounted on an oak tree.
Speaker 1: That light was seven feet off the ground, and the
Speaker 1: animal was every bit as tall as that light, maybe taller.
Speaker 1: It was reddish brown, with long hair on its shoulders
Speaker 1: and arms. The dogs all began to chase after it,
Speaker 1: but less than five minutes later they all came running
Speaker 1: back with their tails tuck. Not long after that, we
Speaker 1: had a visit at night. My dad worked at midnight
Speaker 1: shift at a coal mine forty miles away and widen.
Speaker 1: We kept two of our dogs inside with us. Dad
Speaker 1: had already left for the night when they began barking
Speaker 1: at the front and back doors. Something was walking around
Speaker 1: the outside, and then bam, whatever was out there had
Speaker 1: slapped the side of our house, and the dogs went silent.
Speaker 1: The smaller one went under the bed, and the larger one,
Speaker 1: pretty boy. He hopped up on the couch with my
Speaker 1: younger brother. Go get the shotgun, my mother whispered as
Speaker 1: she hung a blanket over the front door to cover
Speaker 1: the multiple glass panes. When I came back with the gun,
Speaker 1: she was lighting a fire in the stove. Summertime and hot,
Speaker 1: and I gave her a strange look, and she said,
Speaker 1: it'll keep them from getting on the roof. It was
Speaker 1: the longest night of my life. We went around the
Speaker 1: house and covered all the windows before joining my brother
Speaker 1: on the couch. Mama read the Bible with the loaded
Speaker 1: shotgun laying across her lap, and pointed at the door.
Speaker 1: A commotion came from the chicken coop. My brother and
Speaker 1: I looked helpless at our mother. Tears were welling up
Speaker 1: in our eyes. We'll have to sacrifice some chickens tonight,
Speaker 1: she said, with a calm voice that did nothing to
Speaker 1: disguise the haunted look in her eyes. It's the price
Speaker 1: we have to pay to save our own lives. She added.
Speaker 1: The next morning, when Dad came home, we were missing
Speaker 1: twenty four chickens. Something had ripped off the roof of
Speaker 1: the coop. It looked like it had eaten at least
Speaker 1: three of them right there. Dad said, there were six
Speaker 1: chicken feet and some feathers there by the fence. The
Speaker 1: rest of the chickens were gone. He said, the booger's
Speaker 1: got them. Have you ever seen a booger before, my
Speaker 1: mother asked. She told me about when she was a
Speaker 1: little girl and lived in a small lumber mill boom
Speaker 1: Town in Clay County. My mother was born during World
Speaker 1: War Two. Her father worked in the mill, operating the
Speaker 1: cris soak tanks for the railroad ties. They lived in
Speaker 1: a house at the end of the road on top
Speaker 1: of a hill. Mama and her sister walked through the
Speaker 1: woods every day to and from school and up and
Speaker 1: down that hill. One day, she and her sister had
Speaker 1: dilly dialed around the mercantile score, buying a poke a
Speaker 1: penny candy and playing with her friends after school. Suddenly
Speaker 1: they realized the sun was beginning to set, and they
Speaker 1: knew they had to get home quick. Their mom would
Speaker 1: have supper on the table soon. They raced up the
Speaker 1: hill toward home, and they decided to take the shortcut
Speaker 1: through the woods to save time. They'd only gone a
Speaker 1: few yards when they began to hear heavy footsteps behind them.
Speaker 1: It was late summer, so the leaves were still on
Speaker 1: the trees. It made the woods much darker than the
Speaker 1: rest of the world, so they couldn't see who was
Speaker 1: following them. We have candy and you can have it.
Speaker 1: Just leave us alone, they yelled, thinking it might be
Speaker 1: one of the older boys trying to prank them. Satisfied
Speaker 1: that they sufficiently told off the older boy, they continued
Speaker 1: walking a little faster now, and despite their bravado, they
Speaker 1: were a little frightened. As they moved faster, so did
Speaker 1: their stalker, and Mama's little sister panicked then and took
Speaker 1: off running, leaving her standing in the woods, crying, you're
Speaker 1: scaring me. Mama cried as she looked all around her.
Speaker 1: Stop it, but the footsteps were getting closer. She took
Speaker 1: off at a brisk pace, but the footsteps were keeping
Speaker 1: up with her, and every once in a while, as
Speaker 1: she made her way up the hill, she glanced back
Speaker 1: over her shoulder, hoping to get a glimpse of whoever
Speaker 1: was back there. Finally, she reached the clearing in the
Speaker 1: woods where a house had once been but had long
Speaker 1: since burned down. She looked back again, and this time
Speaker 1: she saw a massive black figure covered in hair. She
Speaker 1: dropped her candy in books as she broke into a
Speaker 1: dead run, with tears running down her cheeks and her
Speaker 1: lungs felt as though they would burst, but she didn't
Speaker 1: stop till she got to the front door of her
Speaker 1: own house. My grandmother was standing there waiting for her
Speaker 1: with a switch in her hand, but when she saw
Speaker 1: the look on Mama's face, she pulled her into her arms.
Speaker 1: What's wrong, honey, she asked, brushing away her tears. There's
Speaker 1: a monster chasing me. Mamma, are you sure? Grandmother asked, yes.
Speaker 1: It was big and black, and it was covered hair.
Speaker 1: Mamma's words were coming in short blast between gulps of air.
Speaker 1: I dropped my candy in books at the old barnt house,
Speaker 1: she explained. My grandma thought to herself that Mama might
Speaker 1: have seen a hobo. She wiped away her tears and
Speaker 1: gave her a hug and sent her inside to clean
Speaker 1: up for supper, and that night, after my grandfather got
Speaker 1: home and the children were in bed, Grandma told him
Speaker 1: what happened. Grandfather took his flashlight and pistol and walked
Speaker 1: down to the old burnt house to have a look around,
Speaker 1: and there he found my mother's books with three pieces
Speaker 1: of candy set on top of them. The bag and
Speaker 1: the rest of the candy were gone, and he saw
Speaker 1: what he thought were bear tracks in the area. But
Speaker 1: that was it. In nineteen fifty two, when my mother
Speaker 1: was seven and her sister was five, there was no
Speaker 1: information out there on Bigfoot. People here in West Virginia
Speaker 1: had to go on what they knew. Back then, they
Speaker 1: knew about bears and hoboes and buggers in the woods.
Speaker 1: As for my mother, until the day she died at
Speaker 1: age seventy one, she never went in those woods alone again.
Speaker 1: My name is Julie and I went to Yellowstone in
Speaker 1: nineteen eighty eight with my father to celebrate my high
Speaker 1: school graduation. We went to a picnic spot right behind
Speaker 1: the Yellowstone Lodge. There was a grill to the left
Speaker 1: and a picnic table to the right. We started to
Speaker 1: put out the food and the utensils and started the
Speaker 1: grill to have a bite to eat. All of a
Speaker 1: sudden we felt threatened. A rock came flying at my head.
Speaker 1: I poured water on the grill and ran to the
Speaker 1: car and we left everything there. I snapped one photo
Speaker 1: and then rock too hit the car and I looked
Speaker 1: up on the ridge and standing there was a giant,
Speaker 1: ten foot mucky, chocolate brown bipedal creature growling at us.
Speaker 1: I could see small eyes, a brow ridge, a cone head,
Speaker 1: and a flat gorilla nose, huge canines top and bottom,
Speaker 1: bigger than a gorilla's. Long arms reached down to the knees,
Speaker 1: and I could see hands, not poles. I could see
Speaker 1: the feet, and the big toe was sticking out, but
Speaker 1: the feet looked like ours, except when he walked. He
Speaker 1: did so picking up the front of the foot and
Speaker 1: put it down. Legs were thick and looked like tree trunks,
Speaker 1: very muscular and short, round eyes, and they were brown
Speaker 1: in color. The scream was primate or a tiger scream
Speaker 1: that filled the whole area, and I could feel it
Speaker 1: in my chest. And there was that awful smell, like
Speaker 1: a dead dog or garbage rotting in the sun. It
Speaker 1: would make you sick. Oh man, these smells just cracked
Speaker 1: me up. Okay, I'm sorry I did that, y'all. It
Speaker 1: just hits me when I read them. I think back
Speaker 1: on all the funny descriptions of smells. This girl had
Speaker 1: a traumatic experience. And I'm not trying not to laugh
Speaker 1: at the story. But the smell descriptions, you have to admit,
Speaker 1: they're pretty good. They're pretty good. When it ran, the
Speaker 1: knees were at a ninety degree angle, and they were
Speaker 1: bigger than ours, and I could see the fir just
Speaker 1: coming off the body. When we got to the car
Speaker 1: and started to leave, this huge creature chased us down
Speaker 1: the road. It chased us seventy five hundred feet down
Speaker 1: the road. Dad told me to keep going, and I
Speaker 1: was trying to go faster. I look behind us, and
Speaker 1: there he was. Now. I put the car in faster
Speaker 1: gear and we got away, and then he turned off
Speaker 1: into the woods. We drove all the way back to Jackson,
Speaker 1: and we got on a plane and we left. We
Speaker 1: made it home, and we left all the gear there
Speaker 1: on the ground. We didn't care the bigfoots could have it.
Speaker 1: I felt that we were food and that he wanted
Speaker 1: to do serious damage. Maybe he wanted it a side
Speaker 1: of the area. What I saw was another creature hiding
Speaker 1: behind a tree, and all I saw all was eyes.
Speaker 1: I've studied wildlife conservation, animal science, birds, fire science, and virology.
Speaker 1: I don't know if that's a virology v I R
Speaker 1: L O G Y. I'm not sure what that is.
Speaker 1: This was no bear, because when a bear stands up,
Speaker 1: the paws are up in front of the body. This
Speaker 1: had no ears. The fur was stick and long, it
Speaker 1: had two legs, and it knew how to throw rocks.
Speaker 1: I'm sorry that many say these things are gentle, because
Speaker 1: they are not. I feel like David Pilates is right.
Speaker 1: The people who go missing go missing because these creatures
Speaker 1: are taking them. They do not want us in their
Speaker 1: area of the woods. To me being chased away, mints,
Speaker 1: stay out, you're not wanted, Go away. I got the
Speaker 1: message loud and clear. I refuse to ever step in
Speaker 1: the woods again. The nightmares have not stopped, and I
Speaker 1: feel stuck in the woods and I see this thing
Speaker 1: come after me, and it was the scariest face I've
Speaker 1: ever seen. And now reading what I've written on paper,
Speaker 1: it makes it more real. Leave them alone. And stay
Speaker 1: out of the woods. For me, I love the woods,
Speaker 1: but now I know the best thing to do is
Speaker 1: to stay in the city parks where I'm safe. I
Speaker 1: would hate to think if this happened at night, that
Speaker 1: it would have been fatal. I understand the park not
Speaker 1: saying anything, but I feel people should know for their safety.
Speaker 1: If you go in the woods, do so at your
Speaker 1: own risk. This is my story and I'm not lying
Speaker 1: or trying to get attention. This really happened. This is
Speaker 1: what I saw. You can believe it or not. Many
Speaker 1: say that they're not real and then explain the DNA
Speaker 1: Prince scat Hare's vocal calls. They are real and they
Speaker 1: are out there, and what are they. I don't understand.
Speaker 1: Some kind of link between man and us is presented.
Speaker 1: We will not know. She signs off. Julie, that story
Speaker 1: is one that I did not edit for, you know,
Speaker 1: to polish it up and make it sound real good.
Speaker 1: And you can you can kind of feel how kind
Speaker 1: of choppy it is. There's very little punctuation. And I'm
Speaker 1: not criticizing Julie. Probably ninety percent of the stories I
Speaker 1: get are like that, are written like this, and that's
Speaker 1: why when I say, we edit these. We edit them
Speaker 1: for a good listening experience for you, and so bring
Speaker 1: on the bring on the criticisms. I know it's coming
Speaker 1: that all these are fake stories, but they're not. They're
Speaker 1: not fake stories. They're actually emails that people send me,
Speaker 1: and we clean them up and we make them sound good.
Speaker 1: But back to this story, I y'all, Stone Park, nineteen
Speaker 1: eighty eight. They stopped for a picnic. Something throws a
Speaker 1: rock at them. It spooks the Julie and her father.
Speaker 1: They douse the fire, get in the car, and then
Speaker 1: this thing throws another rock and hits the car and
Speaker 1: then chases them down the road. That's pretty that's pretty spooky.
Speaker 1: I mean, but you know what, I don't have many
Speaker 1: stories where people actually run into these things in Yellowstone.
Speaker 1: This may be one of the very few, if not
Speaker 1: the only story that I can remember, that has an
Speaker 1: event in Yellowstone. And that's kind of interesting. Yellowstone's quite
Speaker 1: the beautiful remote area. All I know is grizzly bears.
Speaker 1: I want to ride my motorcycle through Yellowstone and I wonder,
Speaker 1: I wonder if a grizzly bear could chase me down
Speaker 1: on a motorcycle. I bet he could. I bet he could.
Speaker 1: And boy, if you slip in the gravel, they got you.
Speaker 1: They got you. Maybe I'm just a scaredy cat.