Speaker 1: We live in Spokane, Washington. One night, my husband and
Speaker 1: I decided to run away like a couple of kids
Speaker 1: with a day of freedom with no grandkids to watch.
Speaker 1: We ran around checking out some local host towns and
Speaker 1: ended our day going up to Mount Spoken. We were
Speaker 1: halfway up when nature called and we hit a pit stop. Afterwards,
Speaker 1: we were checking out the trail maps, amusing about our
Speaker 1: younger days, when a park ranger walked out of a
Speaker 1: trail and struck up a conversation. As he was answering
Speaker 1: some of our questions, we heard aloud whoop. We looked
Speaker 1: at the ranger and watched him turn pale. I tried
Speaker 1: to lighten the mood by saying, looks like Bigfoot's home,
Speaker 1: but the ranger didn't find that amusing. He started to stutter,
Speaker 1: So there must be a dog loose on the trail.
Speaker 1: I remember thinking, this is his first day. My husband
Speaker 1: and I are always camping and doing something in the woods,
Speaker 1: and we know that there was no dog. He and
Speaker 1: I looked at each other and we winked. We both
Speaker 1: have plenty of stories from when we were kids, and
Speaker 1: we know you don't have to see Bigfoot to know
Speaker 1: one's there with you in the woods. Ooh, what's up everybody? Hey,
Speaker 1: my name's Cam Buckner. This is the Dixie Crypted podcast
Speaker 1: that you can also find out on the podcast network
Speaker 1: Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Podbean. That's the one I use, whatever
Speaker 1: app you use on your phone, and it's called the
Speaker 1: what If It's True? Podcast. You can also search for
Speaker 1: Dixie Cryptied it'll pop up. We do story after story
Speaker 1: after story from real people who tell about strange things
Speaker 1: that have happened in their life. A lot of them
Speaker 1: are Bigfoot. Most of them are Bigfoot, but some of
Speaker 1: them are UFOs, some of them are demon encounters. Ghost stories.
Speaker 1: Did a story the other day about a mad trapper
Speaker 1: who was called by the local native people to be
Speaker 1: acousta Kai, which is a spirit that they recognize that'll
Speaker 1: just grab people's personalities and drag them into death. So
Speaker 1: we do all kinds of stories, but they're all really good,
Speaker 1: and I hope you guys will stick around and listen
Speaker 1: to this whole podcast. I've got six good stories and
Speaker 1: I'm gonna put an archive story or two in the back.
Speaker 1: Got a big snowstorm coming. Today is Friday, the I
Speaker 1: don't know what the date is. The twenty third, everybody's
Speaker 1: gonna be snowed in across the south in the east,
Speaker 1: and maybe this podcast will break the monotony a little bit. Well,
Speaker 1: if everybody's staying warm, I expect that we will be
Speaker 1: out of power for if we get as much ice
Speaker 1: as they are predicting, we're gonna be without power for
Speaker 1: at least a week. It could be two weeks. I've
Speaker 1: been through these ice storms before. We're ready plenty of
Speaker 1: pro paying. I got a generator with about twenty gallons
Speaker 1: of gas. Over the last few years, I've cut down
Speaker 1: every true that could possibly drop a branch on my
Speaker 1: house or my office or my fifth wheel. Chicken houses
Speaker 1: could get clobbered, but you know, we'll just deal with
Speaker 1: that if that happens. Anyway, it's if you're listening to this,
Speaker 1: you're probably snowed in somewhere. I hope you enjoy it,
Speaker 1: all right, I'll quit rambling. How about some good stories?
Speaker 1: All right? Here we go. In twenty ten, my family
Speaker 1: and I relocated to Colorado so I could pursue a
Speaker 1: new job with better pay and benefits. Every year we
Speaker 1: would venture into the local wilderness to take in the
Speaker 1: vastness of the rockies and check out the critters. One day,
Speaker 1: I found the perfect camp site on Google Maps, and
Speaker 1: I decided that we would try it starting in the spring.
Speaker 1: The location bordered between Rawa Wilderness in northern Colorado and
Speaker 1: seemed to be an old hunting camp. Coincidentally, the word
Speaker 1: Khowa is a Native American word meaning wild place. Not
Speaker 1: many people are seen in this area because you'd need
Speaker 1: a high clearance, a vehicle or an ATV just to
Speaker 1: get there. Even the road getting there is mostly overgrown,
Speaker 1: and often you'll find yourself having to move down to
Speaker 1: trees and creating makeshift bridges over creeks. Motorized vehicles are
Speaker 1: not allowed in the Rabble wilderness, but we found our
Speaker 1: camping spot on its border on Forest Service land. Now
Speaker 1: I'm a combat veteran and I'm a little paranoid. I
Speaker 1: go to the woods heavily armed with full tactical gear.
Speaker 1: They say paranoria is just the overactive sense of awareness,
Speaker 1: and in my case it might be true. My son
Speaker 1: and I went to check out the camping spot in
Speaker 1: the spring of twenty nineteen. It took us five hours
Speaker 1: to get there. The place was beautiful, with a panoramic
Speaker 1: view of the surrounding mountains in the valley below. It
Speaker 1: was right about nine thousand feet in elevation, and it
Speaker 1: could get very cold in the early spring or late summer. Thankfully,
Speaker 1: there was a large firepit built, built, built, built, Let
Speaker 1: me start over. Thankfully there was a large firepit built
Speaker 1: beneath an old, towering pine tree. Hey, y'all, if you
Speaker 1: don't think I mess up on these stories, I really
Speaker 1: do sometimes. Anyway, on with a story. We spent four
Speaker 1: days there hiking around. We saw moose with a calf
Speaker 1: and a few elk, and we were really enjoying our trip.
Speaker 1: But we also saw some weird things that we couldn't explain.
Speaker 1: In the middle of the forest, two hundred meters from camp,
Speaker 1: we found some old, ripped up pajamas in a nearby tree.
Speaker 1: We saw a backpack fifty feet up and it was
Speaker 1: stuck in the branches. My son and I both couldn't
Speaker 1: figure out how the hell that happened, but we moved
Speaker 1: on and the rest of the trip was beautiful and
Speaker 1: serene and uneventful, hiking and eating MRIs, and then it
Speaker 1: was time to head home. A year later, my wife
Speaker 1: and son and I went back to count that same location.
Speaker 1: Since we were fans of the show Vikings, we decided
Speaker 1: to have Viking Night during our stay wearing period Viking clothing, armor, shields,
Speaker 1: swords and spears. Whoa. We had a blast the first night,
Speaker 1: listening to Viking music and sipping on mead and hanging
Speaker 1: around the fire till about two am. My son, just
Speaker 1: an hour before, blew our Viking horn, which echoed through
Speaker 1: the mountains in the valley below. Now. I don't know
Speaker 1: if something came to investigate, but right when we were
Speaker 1: about to call it a night, a powerful guttural scream
Speaker 1: from the ridge directly behind us cut the silence. We
Speaker 1: thought we were hearing a woman being murdered. It was horrible,
Speaker 1: It scared us, and it put us on alert. Ten
Speaker 1: minutes la later, the scream tore through the night again.
Speaker 1: A pack of codes started yipping along and then went
Speaker 1: abruptly silent. Right as I grabbed my night vision goggle,
Speaker 1: something started attacking the coyotes. We could hear them yelping
Speaker 1: and whimpering and pain and then silence. I told my
Speaker 1: family that it could be a mountain lion killing something,
Speaker 1: or it could be a bigfoot. I was joking The
Speaker 1: next morning, we woke up and walked around to see
Speaker 1: if there was anything strange to be found. From the
Speaker 1: south of the camp there was a horrible smell of
Speaker 1: grass and rotten meat. My son and I hiked over
Speaker 1: the southern ridge line and we found a dead cow
Speaker 1: in a small meadow. It looked as if it had
Speaker 1: been dead only a few days. It was bloated up
Speaker 1: from decay, but had no bite marks on its body
Speaker 1: from predation. Nothing seemed to want to go near it.
Speaker 1: This was strange to me, knowing plenty of creatures in
Speaker 1: the wilderness out there would have loved a free meal.
Speaker 1: I figured it must have been sick and passed by
Speaker 1: natural causes where it lay until I saw its head,
Speaker 1: The bottom jaw, and its whole tongue were missing. There
Speaker 1: was nothing natural about this. That evening, around the campfire,
Speaker 1: we talked about the screams and the dead cow. Now,
Speaker 1: what didn't help the situation was that we were listening
Speaker 1: to bigfoot in alien abduction stories from various podcasts. That night,
Speaker 1: we went to bed armed with booby traps around the
Speaker 1: perimeter of our camp with trip wires and twelve gay
Speaker 1: shotgun blank rounds. Weapons were good to go, and thermal
Speaker 1: and night vision goggles were prepped and ready to rock
Speaker 1: and roll if we needed them. If anything decided to
Speaker 1: come into our camp. I had assault shotguns and buck
Speaker 1: shots and slugs and flamethrow arounds ready not to mention.
Speaker 1: By nineteen eleven, I was on wick of the wilderness
Speaker 1: anyone paranoid yet very good. That night we slept well,
Speaker 1: no shotgun blasted or blood curdling screams in the middle
Speaker 1: of the night. The outside temperature was pleasant, and we
Speaker 1: heard the sounds of the owls hanging out with us
Speaker 1: in the camp. But the next morning we woke up
Speaker 1: to the smell of something burning. We quickly got out
Speaker 1: of the tent and we saw smoke and fire off
Speaker 1: in the distance. My son and I were walking up
Speaker 1: on the ridge line where we saw the dead cow
Speaker 1: the day before, when he screamed, what the hell is that?
Speaker 1: We were in shock and disbelief. I couldn't make sense
Speaker 1: of what I was seeing. Right in front of us,
Speaker 1: clear as day, we saw a creature at least seven
Speaker 1: feet tall, walking on two legs, dragging a decaying colcarcas
Speaker 1: toward the woods. It was covered in dark hair and
Speaker 1: its hand had fingers just like mine, but much bigger,
Speaker 1: had a strange profile, had a small nose and a
Speaker 1: strong brow line, and a conical shaped head. At that point,
Speaker 1: we needed to pack up and leave, not because of
Speaker 1: the encounter, but because of the encroaching camera and peak
Speaker 1: force fire. The smoke was so thick that it was
Speaker 1: gagging us and burning our eyes, and when we got
Speaker 1: into our vehicle, forcing us to take an alternate route
Speaker 1: through Wyoming to get home. My family now believes that
Speaker 1: sometimes legends may be true. We've all discussed this encounter
Speaker 1: and depth. At first, I thought I was a few
Speaker 1: fries short of a happy meal, until my son gave
Speaker 1: me his account of what he saw. Well. A few
Speaker 1: years later, he and I went back. We went to
Speaker 1: the spot where we saw the creature enter the foliage
Speaker 1: and actually found the cow's remains. After that long, it
Speaker 1: was impossible to tell what the creature had done to it,
Speaker 1: but we were able to retrieve the ear tag, and
Speaker 1: we kept it as a souvenir. We still go to
Speaker 1: that spot to leave apples and candy, bigfoot action figures,
Speaker 1: and marbles, just little gifts to say thanks for letting
Speaker 1: us camp in their woods, and each time we return
Speaker 1: everything is usually gone. We were never afraid, we were
Speaker 1: just in total awe. I grew up in Sonora, California,
Speaker 1: and was an avid out doorsman and hunter. As a child,
Speaker 1: I spent many nights around the camp fire, listening intently
Speaker 1: as my uncle told bigfoot stories in and around the
Speaker 1: Yosemite National Park area. So I'm not new to the
Speaker 1: sasquatch topic. But never in my wildest dreams could I
Speaker 1: have guessed I would actually see one of them with
Speaker 1: my own eyes. I'm still paranoid about stuff sneaking around
Speaker 1: our camp and by nature. I still pack weapons, never
Speaker 1: with the intention of killing anything, unless it's in self defense.
Speaker 1: My goal is to observe nature and hope to again
Speaker 1: witness a Bigfoot, the myth and the legend. Thanks Cam
Speaker 1: for all you do, and he signs off Mountain Mike,
Speaker 1: that's a great story. Sometimes it may seem like a
Speaker 1: pope fund at people who see a shadow in the
Speaker 1: woods and they claim they've seen Bigfoot, and you can
Speaker 1: kind of understand that, But this guy actually saw the Bigfoot.
Speaker 1: The way he writes is, I don't know. It's just
Speaker 1: there's something about the way some people write, maybe they're
Speaker 1: a little self deprecating. They don't act like an expert.
Speaker 1: They just act like an innocent, humble witness to something
Speaker 1: that does not fit in the woods, at least in
Speaker 1: our minds, it does not fit in the woods. I
Speaker 1: thought this was a good story. Had somebody comment the
Speaker 1: other day about all these fake stories on Bigfoot. I
Speaker 1: don't He's probably up somebody else's butt on some other channel,
Speaker 1: but and I think I know who that will be.
Speaker 1: But it's a It's like, my response was, can you
Speaker 1: give me one Bigfoot story that you can absolutely, without
Speaker 1: a doubt, prove is true. Nobody in this audience can
Speaker 1: give me a story they can prove is true. You
Speaker 1: either believe these stories or you don't. If you don't
Speaker 1: believe them, just enjoy them. I'm just reading them the
Speaker 1: way people send them to me. But this particular story
Speaker 1: from this guy, I kind of tend to believe what
Speaker 1: he saw, just basically because of the way he wrote
Speaker 1: the story. Anyway, I really appreciate the writers sending at
Speaker 1: Mountain Mike, thanks for taking the time to write this down.
Speaker 1: I've never been particularly interested in Bigfoot or sosquatch until recently.
Speaker 1: I sometimes wondered how they could possibly be real, because
Speaker 1: I thought people had roamed and explored every inch of
Speaker 1: this country. I'm retired now and I love to research
Speaker 1: on the internet. At I came across information that made
Speaker 1: me want to research Bigfoot, and that led me to
Speaker 1: your stories. That got me started, and I listened to
Speaker 1: many accounts, and I saw photos and footprints, and I've
Speaker 1: been particularly impressed by this tree structures. All of that
Speaker 1: research that I had been doing made me remember something
Speaker 1: Many years ago. My two daughters told me about a
Speaker 1: creature they saw in their bedroom. As I said, I
Speaker 1: had never been particularly interested in Bigfoot, so I brushed
Speaker 1: the event off to the imaginations of my children. But
Speaker 1: everything I've read about recently made me take a hard
Speaker 1: second look at what they saw. If I had only
Speaker 1: known then what I know now, I would have taken
Speaker 1: them more seriously. In nineteen eighty we moved on to
Speaker 1: five acres of virgin land in the sand Hills of Texas,
Speaker 1: about forty five miles east of San Antonio. Big ranches
Speaker 1: and forests surrounded us, and our land was so heavily
Speaker 1: wooded that we had to have a bulldozer come in
Speaker 1: in clear a space big enough for our home. After
Speaker 1: a few years, our home was built and we quickly
Speaker 1: fell in love with the peace and quiet. My girls,
Speaker 1: who were six and eight at the time, slept in
Speaker 1: the corner bedroom. We didn't have air conditioning yet, so
Speaker 1: we slept with the windows open with screens to keep
Speaker 1: the bugs out. One day, my older daughter, Amy woke
Speaker 1: up in the middle of the night and saw a big, black,
Speaker 1: hairy ewalk alike creature standing over her little sister. It
Speaker 1: was just standing there, watching her as she slept. Amy
Speaker 1: said she opened her eyes wide and stared, and then
Speaker 1: she accidentally moved and made a rustling sound with their sheets.
Speaker 1: The creature was startled and looked at her, and then
Speaker 1: it just disappeared. Poof, it was gone. She woke her
Speaker 1: little sister up and told her what she had seen.
Speaker 1: I don't know if it scared them or not, but
Speaker 1: they didn't come and wake me up. They just told
Speaker 1: me about it. The next day. I figured Amy had
Speaker 1: just had a bad dream. I didn't make much fuss
Speaker 1: about it, and life went on. But now, after listening
Speaker 1: to so many stories and other accounts, I wonder was
Speaker 1: this a bigfoot? After discussing it with my husband. He
Speaker 1: reminded me of a time that our son came running
Speaker 1: out of the woods behind the house. He was terrified.
Speaker 1: He told us that he had seen a great, big, black,
Speaker 1: hairy creature in the woods. But we reacted just like
Speaker 1: most people do today when you say that you may
Speaker 1: have encountered bigfoot. We just rolled our eyes and told
Speaker 1: our kids that there was no such thing as big
Speaker 1: hairy monsters. Go figure. Thank you for sharing everyone's stories.
Speaker 1: You may use my name if you want. There may
Speaker 1: not be any blood or guts or terror in this story,
Speaker 1: but it did happen, just like I've told I was
Speaker 1: hired to drive for a Midwestern trucking company. My first
Speaker 1: truck was a single bunk freightliner and I had a
Speaker 1: load going west. The truck drove well. It was night,
Speaker 1: my favorite time to dry because it was less traffic.
Speaker 1: It was around two am in New Mexico when I
Speaker 1: had driven into a storm like I'd never seen. It
Speaker 1: rained so hard that I could barely see fifty feet
Speaker 1: in front of the truck. The lightning lit up for miles.
Speaker 1: I noticed I was the only vehicle on the road.
Speaker 1: Nothing too unusual, but it was isolating to say the least,
Speaker 1: and then I couldn't hear my engine anymore. It died
Speaker 1: right in the middle of nowhere. I pulled over and
Speaker 1: set the brakes and turned off the headlights. I put
Speaker 1: on the four way flashers and cursed to myself, Now
Speaker 1: what do I do now? No mechanic. I had a
Speaker 1: computer in the truck for dispatching in formation or emergencies,
Speaker 1: but I knew it would be hours before any help arrived.
Speaker 1: I grabbed my flashlight, stepped out of the truck, and
Speaker 1: I started looking around. Good instinct told me to check
Speaker 1: the power cord running under the trailer from the rear
Speaker 1: of the truck. The cord had a seam, and I
Speaker 1: pulled it apart, and I found that water had crept in,
Speaker 1: and I dried off everything with my handkerchief, and I
Speaker 1: put it back together. I hopped in the truck, soaked
Speaker 1: wet from the rain, and I looked heavenward and I
Speaker 1: said I could use some help to get my truck
Speaker 1: to the garage. I turned the key and hit the
Speaker 1: starter button, and the engine fired to life. I looked
Speaker 1: up again and I said, thank you. I stopped for
Speaker 1: the night. It took some carry new Mexico and changed
Speaker 1: into some dry clothes, and I fell asleep in the sleeper.
Speaker 1: I was out in an instant. Hauling a truck takes
Speaker 1: it out of you. Driving through the storm didn't help.
Speaker 1: I slept hard, and I dreamt too, first time in
Speaker 1: a long time. And in my dream I saw a
Speaker 1: beautiful Native woman dressed in white fur, bright and vivid
Speaker 1: and full of color. There was an older Native man
Speaker 1: beside her, wearing a full headdress, only he was black
Speaker 1: and white. There was no expression on his face. In
Speaker 1: the morning, I went into the little store nearby for coffee,
Speaker 1: and for the heck of it, I told the clerk
Speaker 1: about my strange night. She turned pale. Asked her what
Speaker 1: the matter was, and she pointed to a postcard right
Speaker 1: behind me, and she told me there was a card
Speaker 1: there that I should take a look at. I found
Speaker 1: the one she meant. I saw the picture of a
Speaker 1: woman who looked a whole lot like the woman in
Speaker 1: my dream, and I read the text on the back.
Speaker 1: It was the history of Tucumkayrie, New Mexico, and how
Speaker 1: it got its name. An Apache chief was preparing himself
Speaker 1: to step down, but he couldn't up his mind between
Speaker 1: Tucum and Tonopah, two warriors competing to be his successor.
Speaker 1: In the end, the chief settled on a duel. The
Speaker 1: winner would not only become chief, but he would also
Speaker 1: marry his daughter Carrie, but Carrie was already in love
Speaker 1: with Tokum. The duel began and both warriors fought and
Speaker 1: Tokim was killed. Carrie was so distraught that she killed
Speaker 1: Tonopah and then she took her own life. Her father,
Speaker 1: in his grief, killed himself too, but not before calling
Speaker 1: out Tokum Carrie, hence the name of the town. I
Speaker 1: left that town rested, but I wasn't really rested. I
Speaker 1: had never been to that town before. But the dream
Speaker 1: I had was vivid and real. Somehow I was blessed
Speaker 1: with a visit from Carrie and the chief, and I
Speaker 1: will never forget it. Okay, that's not a bigfoot story
Speaker 1: or any kind of monster story, but I had read
Speaker 1: it before send it to Rebecca. She cleaned it up
Speaker 1: and did a great job on it. And the writer's
Speaker 1: original story was fine, but we just sometimes we kind
Speaker 1: of rearrange things to make it more story Like, it's
Speaker 1: a very interesting story. Some of these Native American legends
Speaker 1: and the oral history of the Native people. You know,
Speaker 1: Native people don't have a written language, they never did,
Speaker 1: so everything was an oral history. This is one that
Speaker 1: goes I don't know how far back, but it's really interesting.
Speaker 1: And that story if it's put on the back of
Speaker 1: a postcard, I don't know. I guess some of them
Speaker 1: could be made up. I remember reading I love to
Speaker 1: read about wildlife, and I was reading a history of
Speaker 1: the coyote. As far as we know about the coyote,
Speaker 1: and the Native people out west almost look at the
Speaker 1: coyote and almost all the animals is some kind of deity.
Speaker 1: I'm not going to go deep into that because I
Speaker 1: don't fully understand exactly how they see wildlife. But the coyote,
Speaker 1: he was considered a wily you know, wiley cody was
Speaker 1: crafty and knew how to survive, and boy do they
Speaker 1: know how to survive. But anyway, there were so many
Speaker 1: different takes on the cody, and one story the cody
Speaker 1: might be the highest deity or the highest spirit that
Speaker 1: they look to, maybe for guidance or for teaching them
Speaker 1: how to approach life. And then in other ones, the
Speaker 1: coodi is the lowest, so I guess from one tribe
Speaker 1: to another, they look at different animal spirit animals in
Speaker 1: different ways. Anyway, I don't know why I told you.
Speaker 1: That just made me think of the what I had
Speaker 1: read about the CODI because when I got to the
Speaker 1: end of the book, I'm like, Okay, I don't have
Speaker 1: any definitive information really on the coyote, other than different
Speaker 1: tribes think different things about it. So I don't know.
Speaker 1: That probably wasn't that interesting, but it made me think
Speaker 1: of it. Anyway, this story about this man's dream is interesting.
Speaker 1: I appreciate you sending it. I come from a devout
Speaker 1: Mormon family, and I was raised to believe in the
Speaker 1: spirit world, angels, and demons, and I always saw these
Speaker 1: experiences through the lens of my faith. The supernatural ist
Speaker 1: something I believe in deeply, and the spiritual aspects of
Speaker 1: my religion gave context to what I was experiencing. One night,
Speaker 1: I was sleeping on my parents' floor when I woke
Speaker 1: up feeling tingly and cold and unable to move. I
Speaker 1: was scared and I didn't know what was happening. And
Speaker 1: suddenly I saw something right in my face. It was
Speaker 1: a man, and after a few seconds he disappeared, and
Speaker 1: I was left terrified and paralyzed with fear. I didn't
Speaker 1: move until sunrise. This happened again another time, and oddly enough,
Speaker 1: my mom had the same experience, and not too long
Speaker 1: after mine. The last experience in my parents' room was
Speaker 1: when I woke up from a nightmare and I opened
Speaker 1: my eyes and I saw awe man without a face
Speaker 1: sitting on my mother's dresser. She couldn't see him, but
Speaker 1: I saw him. I think I scared the crap out
Speaker 1: of her when I told her. My faith told me
Speaker 1: that this wasn't just a bad dream, but possibly a
Speaker 1: spiritual warning or a manifestation of something unseen. Years later,
Speaker 1: when I was in the fourth grade, I had outgrown
Speaker 1: sleeping in my parents' room and I now shared a
Speaker 1: bunk with my brother. One night, I opened my eyes
Speaker 1: and I saw a giant man standing in my closet.
Speaker 1: He watched me, and as I stared at him, he
Speaker 1: moved into the closet, and when I looked away, he
Speaker 1: kept peering out and staring at me, and he didn't
Speaker 1: disappear until daylight. This went on for months. I was terrified,
Speaker 1: and my belief in the supernatural made it feel real
Speaker 1: in a way that I couldn't explain. My last experience
Speaker 1: in that house happened in the same room. My brother
Speaker 1: and I had shared an an L shaped bed in
Speaker 1: the corner. One night, at around eleven pm, I couldn't sleep.
Speaker 1: I opened my eyes and I saw something right in
Speaker 1: my face, and it was growling. At first I thought
Speaker 1: it was my brother playing a trick, but then I
Speaker 1: realized he was asleep. The thing disappeared shortly after that.
Speaker 1: It solidified my belief that what I encountered was more
Speaker 1: than just my imagination. It was something real, something spiritual.
Speaker 1: When I was a teenager in the suburbanserve, Toronto, Oh,
Speaker 1: let me start that again. When I was a teenager
Speaker 1: in the suburbs of Toronto, my friend and I would
Speaker 1: sometimes sleep out in a pup tent in the backyard
Speaker 1: on hot summer nights. We would drag the sleeping bags
Speaker 1: out onto the lawn where it was cooler and we
Speaker 1: could watch the sky. Now this was back in the sixties,
Speaker 1: so there wasn't much like pollution. One night was so
Speaker 1: clear and had no clouds. We talked, pointing out interesting
Speaker 1: things as we saw them. There was a lot of
Speaker 1: time between those moments, and we mostly quiet in our
Speaker 1: own thoughts, even though we were shoulder to shoulder. When
Speaker 1: it was good and dark in the southern sky, my
Speaker 1: eye caught what I thought at first to be a star.
Speaker 1: It moved slowly and smoothly for a few seconds before stopping.
Speaker 1: I didn't alert my friend because once it stopped it
Speaker 1: was next to impossible to pick out. But within a
Speaker 1: few seconds, another light from the other direction did the
Speaker 1: same thing, moved steadily in the direction of the first one,
Speaker 1: and then it stopped. That's when I could make out
Speaker 1: a pattern with a third star that moved toward the
Speaker 1: others until they formed a perfect equilateral triangle. Nothing else
Speaker 1: in the sky was as perfectly arranged. After a few seconds,
Speaker 1: all three of these lights rotated slowly as a triangle
Speaker 1: and then shot off information out of sight. The disappearance
Speaker 1: wasn't immediate, like a light going off. I could see
Speaker 1: some acceleration was involved, but it was still over in
Speaker 1: just half a second. What I still remember to this day,
Speaker 1: more than fifty years later, is when I turned to
Speaker 1: tell my friend. He was already looking at me, silent,
Speaker 1: with his mouth open. It was like one of those
Speaker 1: scripted moments you see in the comedies. He had seen
Speaker 1: it too, the whole thing. That was the satisfying part.
Speaker 1: This wasn't something I got wrong from a few mixed
Speaker 1: up observations or my eyes playing tricks on me. He
Speaker 1: told me what he saw happen, and it was exactly
Speaker 1: what I had seen that same summer and about the
Speaker 1: same area of the night sky. I watched one star
Speaker 1: go haywire. It seemed to arise from outside my field
Speaker 1: of vision, and it stopped right over us. It rapidly
Speaker 1: moved up and down and left and right in diagonals
Speaker 1: and so on, and then it stopped moving all together.
Speaker 1: These moves transversed the sky only with the width of
Speaker 1: two fingers of my outstretched hand, and were incredibly fast,
Speaker 1: And then, like the previous sighting, it zoomed like a
Speaker 1: bat out of hell into the darkness. By two thousand
Speaker 1: and five, I was an adult and I was living
Speaker 1: in a small town over an hour north of Toronto.
Speaker 1: The night sky was even better for stargazing, and I
Speaker 1: made a point of taking the dogs out at eleven
Speaker 1: PM because I knew that some satellites traveled overhead around
Speaker 1: that time of the night. I'd sometimes see other things
Speaker 1: going on different paths and blinking. I knew they weren't aircraft,
Speaker 1: and I later found out through much research that they
Speaker 1: were likely space junk, and the blinking effect was due
Speaker 1: to it tumbling as it orbited. One night, walking the
Speaker 1: dogs and getting a wicked cricket my neck from having
Speaker 1: to turn my head toward the sky for so long.
Speaker 1: I saw something that weirded me out, and it took
Speaker 1: me back to my childhood. There were three lights on
Speaker 1: the eastern sky, traveling slowly in an equilateral triangle. I
Speaker 1: couldn't mistake what I was seeing. They were moving from
Speaker 1: north to south, staying level, with one light in the
Speaker 1: lead and the other two behind, like wingmen. If they
Speaker 1: were aircraft, which I knew they were definitely not, I
Speaker 1: couldn't wait to get back to the house to browse
Speaker 1: for an answer. I'm a real science guy. I have
Speaker 1: been since grade school and I completed four years of
Speaker 1: science at university. I don't jump to conclusions, a weigh
Speaker 1: the evidence, even if it's not what I want to hear.
Speaker 1: I don't go on hearsay or conspiracy theories. I didn't
Speaker 1: browse for UFOs. I browsed astronomy topics, and I got
Speaker 1: my answer in less than an Hourtional Oceanic and Atmospheric
Speaker 1: Administration is a branch of the US Department of Commerce
Speaker 1: and has been deploying satellites for a long time that
Speaker 1: survey all kinds of information about the oceans. What I
Speaker 1: saw was a system that I think has been discontinued.
Speaker 1: They put up trios of satellites that were tethered by
Speaker 1: cables to a fixed triangle, and they orbited in that way,
Speaker 1: running in a path from pole to pole. What I
Speaker 1: was seeing was then passing north to south over the
Speaker 1: Atlantic Ocean. My inquiry got some replies from enthusiasts who
Speaker 1: were pleased to read I had seen them, and they
Speaker 1: were surprised that I could spot them without the use
Speaker 1: of a telescope, because that is rare. I was just
Speaker 1: happy that I had gotten a rational answer and that
Speaker 1: I wasn't getting a replay of those strange nights as
Speaker 1: a kid in my parents' backyard. My friend from back
Speaker 1: then never brought it up, and I didn't either. I
Speaker 1: wish I could have told him about the satellites. That's
Speaker 1: all I have. Cam have a good one. Signed Charlie
Speaker 1: here's a guy who saw lights in the sky and
Speaker 1: could have made this a big deal. He could have
Speaker 1: made it like, oh man, it's absolutely aliens and all
Speaker 1: this stuff. But he did a little digging, some extensive digging,
Speaker 1: when I say extensive, more than I would ever do,
Speaker 1: and he finds out that these are satellites tether together
Speaker 1: to map maybe map out the ocean or study the
Speaker 1: Atlantic Ocean. I thought that was cool. I wonder if
Speaker 1: Bigfoot people ever do that. I wonder if Bigfoot people
Speaker 1: ever go Maybe what I saw was the light moving
Speaker 1: in the woods. Maybe what I saw was a tree stunk.
Speaker 1: Maybe what I saw was this or that. Maybe I'm
Speaker 1: going to go back and look in that same area
Speaker 1: and see what it looks like at different times of
Speaker 1: the day and make sure that lights and shadows aren't
Speaker 1: playing tricks on me. Nope, Bigfoot people never do that,
Speaker 1: but these UFO people do. Obviously, Charlie did it, so
Speaker 1: I thought that was pretty cool. Charlie. Thanks for the story.
Speaker 1: I really enjoyed it.