Speaker 1: Okay, you all know I get these stories in people
Speaker 1: just send me stories. I don't know hardly anyone who
Speaker 1: sends me these stories, so I can attest to the
Speaker 1: authenticity of a lot of stories, and I can't do
Speaker 1: that with this one. However, if this one is true,
Speaker 1: it is a remarkable, remarkable set of events, and I'm
Speaker 1: going to share it with you, So the writer says,
Speaker 1: let's see her. I've been wrestling with sharing this event
Speaker 1: for a year now, but today will be as good
Speaker 1: time as any. It's raining today and I don't feel
Speaker 1: like fishing in the rain. This account of events will
Speaker 1: be one of the most controversial reports ever told, but
Speaker 1: needs to be spoken for the safety of our children.
Speaker 1: My name is Sergeant Robert Woodford of the RCMP, or
Speaker 1: Royal Canadian Mounted Police, and I'm retired as of December
Speaker 1: twenty nineteen after thirty five years of service, which ensured
Speaker 1: me of a maximum pension. I now reside in the
Speaker 1: Gulf side of Florida with my dog, Rocko, who was
Speaker 1: my service canine that also retired from the RCMP with me,
Speaker 1: and this is where we spend our time, enjoying the
Speaker 1: warmth and offshore fishing. I was stationed for my entire
Speaker 1: length of service in South British Columbia, just west of Princeton.
Speaker 1: This job was the best fit for me. It's not
Speaker 1: that I dislike people. It's just that I don't feel
Speaker 1: comfortable in crowds and I enjoy my solitude where I
Speaker 1: can read, fish, hunt, work on my cars, and just
Speaker 1: do me this job or working alone in the International
Speaker 1: Space Station, where both jobs I coveted. I've never been
Speaker 1: married and even had a desire to date, nor hang
Speaker 1: out with the guys at the bar, attend sporting events
Speaker 1: or birthday parties or Christmas parties. Nothing with people. My
Speaker 1: typical day would be patrolling the highways, search and rescue,
Speaker 1: tracking runners, finding contraband, anything but the warm and fuzzy
Speaker 1: encounters with school kids or the public. The day of
Speaker 1: this event was Tuesday, June twenty seventh, two thousand and seventeen.
Speaker 1: I was doing my routine patrol of the Crow's Nest
Speaker 1: Highway and the Chiquilahala. Think I pronounced that right? He
Speaker 1: makes a note here. I know you have difficulty pronouncing
Speaker 1: different Indian words. No crap, but you know what. I
Speaker 1: get a lot of emails and suggestions from people. You know,
Speaker 1: you can use Google word pronounce or all these different
Speaker 1: kind of things. I don't really care. You know, it
Speaker 1: doesn't make me feel insecure that I can't pronounce some words.
Speaker 1: I just can't, and you're gonna either take me or
Speaker 1: leave me. It doesn't bother me a bit. So if
Speaker 1: you guys can stand it, I'm just gonna keep mispronouncing words.
Speaker 1: But this word is cocahallas cocahalla anyway. This is the
Speaker 1: British Columbia Highway three and British Columbia Highway five. I
Speaker 1: got a call from dispatch of a reported naked child
Speaker 1: running in the field, kilometers away from any homes or
Speaker 1: campers along the highway. I responded to the call, but
Speaker 1: the caller didn't stay on the scene, and I had
Speaker 1: no idea where to look. I spent the remainder of
Speaker 1: the shift, plus a couple of hours, driving up and
Speaker 1: down Highway three, looking into the clearings and along the
Speaker 1: streams and waterways for any sign of this child. It's
Speaker 1: darkness started to creep over the eastern horizon. I decided
Speaker 1: to call it a day and head home and chalk
Speaker 1: the call of someone either pranking us or seeing a
Speaker 1: tan black bear or a moose calf. Wednesday morning, I
Speaker 1: informed the Post that I was going to stay in
Speaker 1: the area of British Columbia Highway three for the day.
Speaker 1: I was happy that I did, because I received a
Speaker 1: call from dispatch at at fourteen fifteen of a naked
Speaker 1: child in a field. Again, I requested that Dispatch contact
Speaker 1: the caller and have them remain on the scene until
Speaker 1: I arrived. When I got to the location, I was
Speaker 1: met by missus Godfrey. She's an elderly former schoolteacher from Edmonton.
Speaker 1: The caller gave me details of where the child was playing.
Speaker 1: It was one hundred meters off the highway, and she
Speaker 1: stated that he ran into the bush and that she
Speaker 1: had called out to him. The next comment she made
Speaker 1: gave me some real concerns though. She stated that as
Speaker 1: he was running back to the tree line, he started
Speaker 1: to run on two legs, and then he dropped down
Speaker 1: to all fours like an eight. I've read many accounts
Speaker 1: of children being raised by wolves, apes and monkeys, even
Speaker 1: a bear, but I've never believed it could be true,
Speaker 1: and I wondered how this was going to play out.
Speaker 1: I returned to my SUVN grabbed my tracking backpack that
Speaker 1: contained three bottles of water, a couple of packs of jerky,
Speaker 1: a milar blanket, a hatchet, para cord, a machette, binoculars,
Speaker 1: a flare gun, and a distress beacon just in case
Speaker 1: something should happen to me. I then took up my
Speaker 1: C seven, which is the Canadian cult version of the
Speaker 1: M four, and the long tracking leash for my dog.
Speaker 1: Roco began to get excited now that I had his
Speaker 1: working leash and got himself all hyped up and ready
Speaker 1: to go to work. Rocco was eager to get to
Speaker 1: the trail until we got to where the teacher had
Speaker 1: told me that she had seen the child. Rocco became
Speaker 1: reluctant to follow. Rocco was a relentless tracker, but three
Speaker 1: years ago, Rocco and three other dogs refused to go
Speaker 1: past the point on a track that we had been
Speaker 1: on for an hour. None of us had ever seen
Speaker 1: these dogs give up and refuse to proceed. As a result,
Speaker 1: we lost a five year old little girl. She was
Speaker 1: never found. Missing. A child carried the weight of guilt,
Speaker 1: and this one had the effect on the whole department.
Speaker 1: It still does this was different, though he was following,
Speaker 1: but not in his normal eager self. We were into
Speaker 1: the trail for an hour and Roco was following the
Speaker 1: trail at a consistent pace, but not in a rush.
Speaker 1: I realized that this kid had circled back on us
Speaker 1: twice and then double backed once, and then traveled upstream
Speaker 1: and then back. The kid was staying down wind from us.
Speaker 1: It's pretty smart, but not like a child in distress.
Speaker 1: I would have believed that I was on the trail
Speaker 1: of an escape convict trying to evade me. He knew
Speaker 1: he was being tracked, so I decided to sit tight
Speaker 1: for some time before pushing on. I wanted to put
Speaker 1: him at ease. But thirty minutes later we were back
Speaker 1: on the scent and he must have thought that we
Speaker 1: had given up on him, because he stopped the evasive maneuvers.
Speaker 1: It had now been two and a half hours since
Speaker 1: we began the track when I could see a clearing
Speaker 1: start to open ahead of us the three meters from
Speaker 1: the edge. Roco snapped to the ground to alert me
Speaker 1: of danger, and I knelt down beside Rocko and looked
Speaker 1: ahead to see the child three hundred meters away, where
Speaker 1: he broke out of the thicket alone and started up
Speaker 1: a small incline into the old growth timber. To my surprise,
Speaker 1: several other people came into view. None of them wore
Speaker 1: a stitch of clothing. I looked through my field glasses
Speaker 1: and I could make out what appeared to be four
Speaker 1: young women and one young male, and several smaller children.
Speaker 1: As the child approached the group, I saw a large
Speaker 1: black bear like beast charge at him on two legs,
Speaker 1: closing the distance between them at a remarkable pace. The
Speaker 1: child ran toward the females and they all laid over
Speaker 1: him and shielded him from the aggressor. The bee stood
Speaker 1: over the pile of females and he roared, and it
Speaker 1: was a roar like I had never heard before. I
Speaker 1: could feel it. Rocco was scared. He urinated spontaneously and
Speaker 1: then tried to retreat back to the suv, but was
Speaker 1: unable to do so with my grip on his leash.
Speaker 1: I thought for a moment about taking a shot at
Speaker 1: the beast, but I didn't believe that the five point
Speaker 1: five six round would bring the beast down. That turned
Speaker 1: out to be a good move, because I began to
Speaker 1: make out several more of these beasts around the group,
Speaker 1: and one crossing the clearing two hundred and fifty meters
Speaker 1: up wind of us. After roaring several more times, the
Speaker 1: beast grabbed one of the females and pulled her away
Speaker 1: from the pile and began to molest her. That is
Speaker 1: a subtle way to describe it. It was actually more
Speaker 1: violent than that. It was horrible. There was no way
Speaker 1: that I could take on the entire troop of Sasquatches,
Speaker 1: that's what they were. There were too many. To sit
Speaker 1: there and watch these beasts abuse these people. Cost me
Speaker 1: great shame and anxiety, but I would need help to
Speaker 1: rescue these people, and I would have to fight another time.
Speaker 1: If I hit my beacon and call for reinforcements, they
Speaker 1: would not arrive until after art, and even their approach
Speaker 1: would give this group ample warning to retreat and evade us.
Speaker 1: Looking up at the sun starting to drop in the west,
Speaker 1: I decided to retreat and make a plan. I pulled
Speaker 1: out my phone and I pinned my location on the map.
Speaker 1: On our way back to the SUV, A million thoughts
Speaker 1: ran through my mind. If I reported this to my superiors,
Speaker 1: they might not believe me. I could be removed from
Speaker 1: duty and lose my pension, or even be sent to
Speaker 1: a mental health hospital. On the other side of my
Speaker 1: dilemma was to just walk away like I saw nothing
Speaker 1: and play it safe. But that wasn't my way to
Speaker 1: leave people in need, especially children that would have haunted
Speaker 1: me forever. It would any man. Back at my vehicle,
Speaker 1: I called the Sergeant Major and requested that he meet
Speaker 1: me at the post in Princeton that evening. Sergeant Major
Speaker 1: knew something was amiss. I'd never made this type of
Speaker 1: request since I had been a signed to my post,
Speaker 1: and he agreed to meet me. After recounting my afternoon
Speaker 1: with the sergeant Major, I was expecting to have to
Speaker 1: surrender my weapons and dog, but he simply told me
Speaker 1: to go home and get some rest and I would
Speaker 1: be called in the morning. That night was restless for
Speaker 1: both Roco and myself, with neither of us eating much,
Speaker 1: and what sleep we did get was riddled with tossing
Speaker 1: and turning, and yes, even Roco was one restless puppy.
Speaker 1: But the next morning the call came at five am.
Speaker 1: I was instructed to meet the Corps. Sergeant major and
Speaker 1: his team had an abandoned logging site sixteen kilometers from
Speaker 1: the location of yesterday's encounter, and recount my sightings with
Speaker 1: the team. The team I thought with Rocco Kennel. I
Speaker 1: drove to the logging site and it was now an operation.
Speaker 1: I saw over forty black SUVs with horse trailers, several
Speaker 1: marked rcmpsuvs utility trailers, along with two military grade assault helicopters.
Speaker 1: There were several large barrack style tents set up, The
Speaker 1: horses were in temporary corrals, and a number of men,
Speaker 1: all in black gray Camo uniforms with RCMP patches, cleaning weapons, cooking,
Speaker 1: or sitting in groups talking. I had no problem determining
Speaker 1: which trailer the command center was, and I headed straight
Speaker 1: for it. As I stepped inside and closed the door,
Speaker 1: I heard a voice from my right, Well, Bobby, you
Speaker 1: got yourself into a mess this time, didn't you. Well,
Speaker 1: I've always hated the names Bob or Bobby. My name
Speaker 1: is Robert. So I turned to see who the voice
Speaker 1: belonged to, and to my delight, it was a familiar face.
Speaker 1: He was the core made sergeant in charge of this operation,
Speaker 1: a man I knew from my training. Thirty three years before,
Speaker 1: and I had no problem recognizing him. Looks like the
Speaker 1: years have been good to you, CSM, and a nice
Speaker 1: promotion I see, I said. Core Sergeant Major or CSM
Speaker 1: took me over to the round table and introduced me
Speaker 1: to his leadership team of five other Mounties and two
Speaker 1: Americans that were part of adjoint operations between the two countries.
Speaker 1: I retold every detail from yesterday and answered so many
Speaker 1: questions from this group. I didn't know if they believe
Speaker 1: me or not. The time was O nine hundred when
Speaker 1: the CSM asked me to follow them to another trailer
Speaker 1: with several satellite dishes on the roof, and inside that
Speaker 1: trailer were several monitors lined up on four walls with
Speaker 1: numbers on each monitor and one large monitor at the end.
Speaker 1: Instructed the young man who was manning the monitors to
Speaker 1: pull up the map of the general location for my description.
Speaker 1: They asked me to help pinpoint the location. That's what
Speaker 1: I remembered that I had pinned the location on my
Speaker 1: phone the day prior and pulled it out and gave
Speaker 1: it to the young officer with the app open. There
Speaker 1: was technology there that could detect any living thing from
Speaker 1: a satellite to my amazement, I saw there on the
Speaker 1: monitor several large highlighted figures, red figures and smaller orange figures,
Speaker 1: which is CSM began to tell me what they meant.
Speaker 1: The red figures were adult sized humans, and the small
Speaker 1: orange figures were small children, and the large blue figures
Speaker 1: they were the sisquatch. Well, I didn't expect them to
Speaker 1: say the word sasquatch or bigfoot. I was surprised. Looking
Speaker 1: at the detail of this imagery was nothing short of amazing.
Speaker 1: I could see moving, We could tell if they were
Speaker 1: squatted down or sitting. We could see that they were
Speaker 1: standing or laying down, as well as walking on two
Speaker 1: legs or four. The CSM told the team to analyze
Speaker 1: the data and he would return in a few minutes,
Speaker 1: and then asked me to follow him outside to a
Speaker 1: camp table, where we sat down. He began to tell
Speaker 1: me his experiences with these creatures. Ten years earlier, he
Speaker 1: saw a creature while tracking a missing child. His dog
Speaker 1: made great strides in getting close to the girl and
Speaker 1: the abductor, and when he rounded a blind turn alone
Speaker 1: on a cliff, he was attacked by a large, hairy
Speaker 1: beast running on two feet and standing over a meter
Speaker 1: taller than the mounte. The bigfoot knocked him to the
Speaker 1: side and down the hill and then killed his dog.
Speaker 1: This attack placing him in the hospital for three months
Speaker 1: with a broken back and arm. Fortune, he was a
Speaker 1: part of a larger group and was found by another
Speaker 1: canine handler shortly after the attack. He stuck his hand
Speaker 1: inside his shirt pocket at that time and pulled out
Speaker 1: a laminated photo of a little girl. This is Lisa,
Speaker 1: he said. She is the little girl that I just
Speaker 1: told you about, and there isn't a day that goes
Speaker 1: by that I don't think about her and what happened
Speaker 1: on that day. He told me that he had been
Speaker 1: following these tribes of Bigfoot with the mission to capture
Speaker 1: or eliminate them, and for the past five years alone,
Speaker 1: he could link fifteen abductions of children and women, as
Speaker 1: well as the deaths of another six males in the
Speaker 1: western part of North America to sisquatch. The CSM said,
Speaker 1: we're always a step behind them. We don't know where
Speaker 1: they are until they abduct a child, but within twenty
Speaker 1: four hours they could have moved over twenty kilometers and
Speaker 1: we have to be lucky to locate one of these troops.
Speaker 1: They migrate from as far north as northern British Columbia
Speaker 1: in the summer and to as far south as Arizona
Speaker 1: in the winter, which makes tracking them almost impossible. The
Speaker 1: information that you've provided us is great and it's going
Speaker 1: to make our mission a success, and we thank you
Speaker 1: for that. You can go back to your patrol and
Speaker 1: forget everything that you saw here. Well, inside my pocket
Speaker 1: I had a laminated photo of a young girl too
Speaker 1: that I carried with me, and I showed it to
Speaker 1: him and I said, I'm not leaving. The CSM then
Speaker 1: spread out a topo map on the table, and soon
Speaker 1: they had developed a plan to attack the tribe and
Speaker 1: save the people being held there. Operations would begin shortly.
Speaker 1: All but a few of the Mounties retired to the
Speaker 1: oversized tents while CSM and I ate breakfast and spoke
Speaker 1: for a couple of hours about how this team was formed,
Speaker 1: including the horses that were conditioned to not react to
Speaker 1: these beasts and buck their riders. The CSM then spoke
Speaker 1: of the threat that these creatures possessed children and how
Speaker 1: they are more abundant than what people realize. I was
Speaker 1: always taught that monsters are not real and if a
Speaker 1: person saw one, they must be crazy. The two of
Speaker 1: us then hit the rack about three hundred, but at
Speaker 1: about seven point thirty we were awakened by the officer
Speaker 1: monitoring the tribe's movements, and he informed us that two
Speaker 1: of the hairy men had left the group and then
Speaker 1: split apart, with one catching what appeared to be a
Speaker 1: moose calf and then returned to their camp to feed
Speaker 1: the group. It looked like they were allowing the remaining
Speaker 1: humans to eat. The other size squats travel five kilometers
Speaker 1: from the group and had taken up a position behind
Speaker 1: a small residence along the highway three. Darkness was coming
Speaker 1: fast tonight with no moon in the He knew that
Speaker 1: they would have to take this one out quickly before
Speaker 1: the main plan could be executed, and then a plan
Speaker 1: B was in place within just a few minutes with
Speaker 1: three different six person teams, including a sniper with fifty
Speaker 1: cow rifles. They were both fitted with night vision, thermal
Speaker 1: imaging scopes and silencers. All teams saddled up with their
Speaker 1: mounts and loaded them in the horse trailers along with
Speaker 1: the two large draft mules known as mammoth jacks. These
Speaker 1: mules were what old timers used to drag logs out
Speaker 1: of the forests. The teams then scattered to their assigned
Speaker 1: starting points, and all roads into the area were blocked
Speaker 1: and manned. While they were en route, a CSM told
Speaker 1: me what was happening. The house where the big mail
Speaker 1: was located had one adult and three kids. He suspected
Speaker 1: the sisquatch was looking to abduct one or more children.
Speaker 1: He was able to acquire the phone number for the
Speaker 1: house and call them, telling the mother to move all
Speaker 1: her children into the interior of the house and stay
Speaker 1: away from the windows, that there was a large, injured bear,
Speaker 1: and that the mounties were tracking and going to kill it,
Speaker 1: and that they needed to stay put until notified. While
Speaker 1: this was taking place, the young officer was helping guide
Speaker 1: the three teams three to four hundred meters away from
Speaker 1: the creature and advancing to a shooting lane half the
Speaker 1: distance between the horses and the beast. Within just thirty
Speaker 1: minutes of the call to the residence, the team started
Speaker 1: to report into the command center. As this was occurring,
Speaker 1: the CSM and myself were watching it all take place
Speaker 1: on the big screen. Other monitors around us showed the
Speaker 1: body cams worn by the team members. This bigfoot was patient,
Speaker 1: staying in the same spot for over an hour, but
Speaker 1: the silence was broken and the radio cracked. Gold Team
Speaker 1: target acquired. A few minutes later another radio transmission Blue
Speaker 1: Team target acquired, but then we heard Red Team target
Speaker 1: still dark. The young officer controlling the monitor replied Red
Speaker 1: Team positioned twenty yards north. Three minutes later we heard
Speaker 1: Red Team target acquired. The CSM gave the command to
Speaker 1: execute the operation on Mark. The young officer then spoke
Speaker 1: into the mic all teams on my Mark three two, one,
Speaker 1: Mark and the rest of us in the command trailer
Speaker 1: could see the white flashes of all three of the
Speaker 1: rifles discharge on the large monitor, all at the same time.
Speaker 1: The beast didn't even flinch as three fifty cow slugs
Speaker 1: struck its head and it dropped to the ground dead.
Speaker 1: The teams had rushed forward with their mounts and the
Speaker 1: two mammoth jacks harnessed up the beast and dragged it
Speaker 1: to one of the trailers. This off was over, the
Speaker 1: teams headed back to the base. A uniform mounting was
Speaker 1: sent to the house to tell the resident that the
Speaker 1: bear had been killed and there was no longer a risk.
Speaker 1: I was more than impressed at what I was witnessing,
Speaker 1: watching this company's level of execution and precision. The camp
Speaker 1: was now alive with excitement as the strike team returned
Speaker 1: with their prize, and as they opened up the trailer
Speaker 1: and drugged the beast out, a smell hit me in
Speaker 1: the face and I had to gag. The creature was
Speaker 1: over three meters tall and one and a half meters wide,
Speaker 1: and it must have weighed seven hundred kilograms or fourteen
Speaker 1: hundred pounds. The CSM congratulated the teams and gathered the
Speaker 1: entire group of nearly one hundred mounties together and gave
Speaker 1: a short speech that this was the reason they were
Speaker 1: here to take out this group and recover all the
Speaker 1: individuals that had been abducted, and that he was now
Speaker 1: moving up the departure time to midnight, which was just
Speaker 1: twenty minutes away. The mountains all went into business mode
Speaker 1: and they sprang into action, doing gear checks and painting
Speaker 1: their faces so that they were completely camouflaged, and then
Speaker 1: the teams began to move out and get to their
Speaker 1: assigned positions. At nearly five hundred and almost go time,
Speaker 1: the young man monitoring the big screen said that he
Speaker 1: had three new contacts not previously seen on the satellite images.
Speaker 1: They were moving from the north toward the troop we
Speaker 1: were about to hit. They were carrying something alive, but
Speaker 1: he couldn't confirm whether it was another human or a
Speaker 1: wild animal that they had killed. A team of operators
Speaker 1: stood in their path. The CSN began giving orders for
Speaker 1: some team members to move and give these new targets
Speaker 1: a clear path to the group, and to hold and
Speaker 1: wait for further orders. As the sun's first rays were
Speaker 1: about to pop over the edge of the Earth at
Speaker 1: five thirty, the three newcomers stopped one hundred meters short
Speaker 1: of the main group and took up a defensive position,
Speaker 1: seeming to realize that something was wrong. Realizing the operation
Speaker 1: was in jeopardy, the CSM grabbed the mic and said
Speaker 1: EGO status report, and the team snipers responded by calling
Speaker 1: out to the command center again just like before, Goal
Speaker 1: Team target acquired, Blue Team target acquired, and Red Team
Speaker 1: target acquired. Then the CSM yelled into the mic, go
Speaker 1: and the screen lit up like fireworks as the three
Speaker 1: watchers were dropped where they stood and several members of
Speaker 1: the team threw flash grenades from as close as twenty
Speaker 1: yards away into the group, while others identified the hairy
Speaker 1: men began engaging the targets. The young officer was constantly
Speaker 1: on the radio calling out directions as one of the
Speaker 1: three newcomers had been able to retreat the way that
Speaker 1: he had come, and he was heading north, putting distance
Speaker 1: between him and his group at a fast pace. One
Speaker 1: of our gunships intercepted him and cut him down. Another
Speaker 1: creature from the group had also taken flight, running on
Speaker 1: all fours and was already on the other side of
Speaker 1: the clearing as the last line of Mounties made contact
Speaker 1: and dropped him before he could escape to the safety
Speaker 1: of the dark woods. The humans in the group were
Speaker 1: altogether a different story for the Mounties as they shouldered
Speaker 1: their rifles and attempted to gather them up, but they
Speaker 1: had also scattered in all directions, running and hiding and
Speaker 1: climbing trees and diving into thickets. The Moundis were having
Speaker 1: to restrain them while another Mounie would have to zip
Speaker 1: tie their hands. Others were avoiding the Mounties, running in
Speaker 1: different directions and doubling back and heading for the water.
Speaker 1: But with the assistance of the satellite, The mountings were
Speaker 1: able to complete the roundup in one hour, but the
Speaker 1: ones they captured were an unruly bunch. They were lashing
Speaker 1: out like caged animals. The helicopters landed in the clearing
Speaker 1: and began to load and transport the captives back to
Speaker 1: the base. When the humans were safely back at the base,
Speaker 1: the choppers returned and lifted the dead squatches with cargo nets,
Speaker 1: and they returned them to the base as well. The
Speaker 1: captives were being evaluated by the medical teams. Other teams
Speaker 1: of scientists began examining the foul smelling creatures. The lead
Speaker 1: scientists was upset that one had not been taken alive.
Speaker 1: The CSM didn't seem to react or seem concerned. The
Speaker 1: entire group of sasquatch was made up of all males.
Speaker 1: There were eleven altogether, two large males and nine lesser males.
Speaker 1: In the area, the teams found a human who had
Speaker 1: recently been killed. He was a hiker from Oregon who
Speaker 1: had been reported missing only a few days earlier. He
Speaker 1: was missing one arm and one leg, but both were
Speaker 1: found close to his body. There was continuing research being
Speaker 1: done on other bones found and collected at the group's
Speaker 1: camp that appeared to be a mixture of human bones
Speaker 1: of all sizes and animal bones of varying species, including elk, moose, bear,
Speaker 1: and fish. The CSM and I took a trip to
Speaker 1: the captive's tent, and as we opened the flap and
Speaker 1: walked in, one caught his attention. He wasn't sure, but
Speaker 1: he thought one of the females was the little girl
Speaker 1: he had lost years before. We could see the birthmark
Speaker 1: on the back of her right arm. Identification would have
Speaker 1: to be done by specialists, but he was sure this
Speaker 1: was her. The CSM had the medical team take DNA
Speaker 1: samples from all the captives, even the three infants and
Speaker 1: toddlers that looked to be hybrids, and then they were
Speaker 1: flown out for analysis. Yes, I said, the smaller ones
Speaker 1: look like hybrids. They had more hair on their arms,
Speaker 1: legs and back and even their tail ends than the
Speaker 1: other captives, and their arms appeared to be out of proportion,
Speaker 1: being longer than the other children. These Harry toddlers also
Speaker 1: seemed to be as wild as a trap badger, scratching
Speaker 1: and biting at anybody who got close to them. I
Speaker 1: never imagined that cross breeding between these two species could
Speaker 1: be possible, but this has to mean that the sasquatch
Speaker 1: must be part of the human evolutionary chain. The day
Speaker 1: was growing late and the tear was settling down for
Speaker 1: the night, as they had very little sleep the night
Speaker 1: before and the day had been long and eventful, so
Speaker 1: I decided to say good night to the team and
Speaker 1: I headed home to Rocco. I returned the next day
Speaker 1: in the CSM informed me that the company would be
Speaker 1: moving out that day and I was not to mention
Speaker 1: the operation to anyone. The captives were transported out in
Speaker 1: a bus that morning along with the medical team. The
Speaker 1: three smaller hybrids had to be restrained in cages and sedated.
Speaker 1: The older captives had not spoken any words yet, but
Speaker 1: we're taking food and water from the medical team. It
Speaker 1: was a good sign. They looked a lot different, being
Speaker 1: clean and dressed now with their hair wash and comb.
Speaker 1: And as for the carcasses of the sasquatch, they smell
Speaker 1: worse than the day before. The scientists began to load
Speaker 1: the beast in a refrigerated trailer, and soon the flurry
Speaker 1: of activity had diminished to nothing, and I watched the
Speaker 1: last truck pull away. The CSM and I said our
Speaker 1: goodbyes and I headed home again. The following week, on
Speaker 1: my patrol, I was close to the Areo and Rocco
Speaker 1: and I drove back to the old lumberyard to find
Speaker 1: the chain across the entrance and no sign of anybody
Speaker 1: being there. I walked around and noticed that the holes
Speaker 1: from the tent stakes were even filled in. In the
Speaker 1: time following this event, Roco and I resumed our duties
Speaker 1: as before, and I learned that the little girl whose
Speaker 1: photo I carried had been one of the kids in
Speaker 1: the group. I could now let go of that guilt.
Speaker 1: The year following my retirement, I drove up to the
Speaker 1: small community where the little girl was from, and I
Speaker 1: walked up to her house, which now lay empty. I
Speaker 1: knocked on the neighbor's door and asked what happened to
Speaker 1: the family. The lady told me that a black suv
Speaker 1: he showed up and the family left with the men
Speaker 1: that drove the suv back in August of twenty and seventeen,
Speaker 1: and the next day a group of movers showed up
Speaker 1: and loaded up all the family's belongings and left, never
Speaker 1: to be seen again. By any of the neighbors. I
Speaker 1: never learned what happened to any of the captives, including
Speaker 1: the two girls that the CSM and I knew, nor
Speaker 1: did I learn anything of the three hybrids that were
Speaker 1: in the group. I called the CSM several times over
Speaker 1: the next few months, and he never returned my calls.
Speaker 1: That year, and I'd heard through the grapevine that he
Speaker 1: was on a joint operation down in the United States
Speaker 1: for the next year. I decided I'd had enough of
Speaker 1: the cold, and I decided Rocco and I were going
Speaker 1: to move south. And since my father was from New Mexico,
Speaker 1: I had dual citizenship my entire life, and it was
Speaker 1: about time that I became a full time American, and
Speaker 1: Florida looked like a great place to live. I had
Speaker 1: saved all my life for retirement, and I had accumulated
Speaker 1: a sizeable sum since I didn't have any family nor
Speaker 1: any expensive desires, so I purchased a twenty seventeen Boston
Speaker 1: Whaler for twenty in a waterfront home. Now I was
Speaker 1: now on the coast where I could be en route
Speaker 1: into the Gulf in a matter of minutes. Some in
Speaker 1: your audience will not like what I write next, but
Speaker 1: they need to hear it. It is fun to imagine
Speaker 1: sisquatch as a forest guardian that dances about hugging bunnies
Speaker 1: and frolicking in the tall grass. Well, this idea of
Speaker 1: sasquatch is idealistic and it is not based in reality
Speaker 1: in any way. They are killers and they eat humans,
Speaker 1: and they need to be killed exterminated. They are responsible
Speaker 1: for more missing people than you can imagine in this number,
Speaker 1: or many children. If you ever engage a sosquatch, you
Speaker 1: need to run for your life. But as for me,
Speaker 1: I think Rocco and I will try our luck with
Speaker 1: some snappers tomorrow. I wish you and all your listeners
Speaker 1: the best, and I pray that they never encounter one
Speaker 1: of these creatures. Stay vigilant, went out in the wild,
Speaker 1: and please never let your children play unsupervised anywhere these
Speaker 1: creatures may lurk.