Speaker 1: My wife, her cousin, and I decided to camp out
one weekend and go squirrel hunting. We packed our tent
and got our food and water and tools ready not
cleaned and checked by Remington Mohawk and my savage Stevens,
and then we took off. We got to the campsite
and cleared a space for the tent and the fire pit.
We gathered some firewood and got cooking and talking, And
when we finished eating supper, we heard by podle footsteps
somewhere nearby in the woods. As we sat there in
silence and listened to it walk around us, my wife's
cousin and I exchanged a look. We both knew what
it was. We'd seen its con before on another hunting
trip at that camp site, we ran into an entire
clan of boogers. Based on our line, I asked to
encounter with them. I wanted them to know that we
were armed, so I fired a warning shot into the
hillside and the walking stopped. Two hours later, we heard
more heavy footsteps. I fired another warning shot into the hillside,
and again it stopped. Another hour passed uneventfully, but at
one am the whooping started. My wife and I had
been sleeping in the tent, but her cousin chose to
stay outside by the fire. Do y'all see this. I
heard him whisper outside. I joined him by the fire pit,
and I saw something up on the ridge about thirty
yards away, and then, with no warning, all hell broke loose.
There was whooping and whistling, and a group of them
ran through the woods around us, making as much noise
as they could. We decided it was time to leave camp,
and it only took us minutes to pack up, but
it took a good thirty minutes to get out of
there because we had a crappy fly. That was a
long thirty minutes. Soon it will be deer season. My
wife's cousin and I are going back up there for
another weekend to fill the freezer. Wish me luck. I'd
like to stay anonymous, but if you don't mind, please
say hi to Jenny King. She's a big fan of
yours and she watches every episode. Jenny King, I went
to grade school with a girl named Jenny King. Matter
of fact, I was, y'all, I read this cold and
I just saw that name. I was in love with
that girl. She was a beautiful. I think we were
in sixth grade. I think she may have been the
first girl I ever kissed. We were okay, I remember
it now. We were at a skating rink and you
got picked to go in and hand out skates and all.
And it was like a school gym, and they had
roller skates that they gave out and they would pick
students to This is so crazy, This is so crazy.
This is all coming back to me. Well, where you
gave skates out everybody, you were cool. If you worked
in the in the skate handout behind the counter, that
was cool. Her and I were working that and we
were very back in the backrack pulling skates, and we
had been kind of talking and I kind of got
the undercurrent maybe she liked me, and I couldn't help it.
I just leaned over and kissed her. And it wasn't
a big, long, passionate kiss. Hell. I didn't even know
how to kiss. Oh, this is so crazy. And uh, anyway,
we were. We may have gone steady for about two days,
and that I thought, or maybe she thought, she wanted
to be free again. So we just didn't do that anymore.
Jenny King anyway, Memphis, Tennessee. I wonder if she I
wonder if she would ever remember that or if this
is the same Jenny King. I don't know where this is. Uh,
I don't don't I don't remember it. No, I don't
see anything in here where this anyway, y'all, I'm sorry
this caught me by surprise. You know what's funny. I
remember I used to call her. We called and talked
for about a week, and I remembered her phone number
for about ten years. I can't remember it now, but
kind of a sweet memory. And if it's the same one.
Hope your life turned out great, mind, Sure did, And
I hope you're happy and got a house full of
kids and grandkids. All right. Thanks to the writer for
sending the story. I know I didn't talk about the story.
I just talked about my first girlfriend. But that was
pretty grad. It was great to go down that lane.
Thanks for the story. Hey, everybody, Sorry I've been gone
so long. I've been busy at work. Matter of fact,
I've been busier in the month of March than I
think i've been in the last ten years. But I'm
winding down on some work. I've got one other thing
to do in April, but it's not quite as pressurized.
And then I'm hoping this spring and summer will be
the season of might be able to do them every
other day. But that's where I'm at. So welcome to
the Dixie Crypti Channel, where there are no memberships. Everybody's
a member. Everything's free. You get to listen for no charge,
and if you don't like it, I'll send you your
money back. How ya get all right? Guys, thanks for
joining me. I've got several more stories to go. Let's
get it rolling all right, here we go. This is
a nice story about a bigfoot. And think, I know
the women like these stories, and I do too. I
like them too. Some of the guys like them too.
So and if I have to stop, y'all, I've got
my door open because the weather is so pretty outside,
and I've got about a half a dozen chickens just
kind of loidering right in the threshold of my door.
I'm sitting here looking at them. They're so pretty happy. Anyway,
let's read this nice story about a bigfoot. In late
June of nineteen seventy nine, my family and I spent
a week at Salt Creek Resort in Lake Shasta. It
was late afternoon, but the sun was still high in
the sky. Six or eight of us kids from the
boat club were exploring around the cabins when we saw
what looked like a dark, tall person far off in
the woods. What was peculiar about it was it had
something yellow and blue on top of its head. It
was maybe part of a bikini just above where its
eyes would be what. We chased after it, but it
was moving twice as fast as us. We saw it
hide behind a big tree and then reappear fifty feet
further away behind another tree. At one point, one of
the older boys railed us together since we were too
spread out and separated, and it took us a while
to get back to the cabins. We all felt we
ought more than a little confused because we had traveled
so far in such a short period of time. None
of it made any sense. On the way back, we
found the younger boy's orange clad action figure in a
US Army canvas bag that was buckled closed. We also
found a towel from one of the girls in the group,
which she had wrapped over her shoulder when we went
chasing after that thing. But something wasn't right. We all
knew the towel had just been on her shoulder a
minute before, Yet there it was hanging from a tree
branch fourteen feet in the air, nowhere close to where
we were when we decided to turn back. It would
have been impossible for her to climb up that tree
on her own and hang the towel there. It took
the two oldest boys and the oldest girl and me
to boost her high enough up to get a hold
of the branch and then climb out and grab that towel. Well,
we kept walking and we passed a massive patch of
giant logan berries. We all snacked on them, and by
the time we got back to the resort it was dark.
A day or two later, my middle brother, the towel girl,
and I went after some more of those logan berries
we had snacked on the other day. We found the
same massive patch, a lot closer to the cabins than
we remembered. The three of us had two buckets about
a quarter full when a ten inch round rock landed
in the woods behind us. We concluded it was the
other kids, and we looked around for them. Well, we
couldn't see them, so we kept picking the berries. That's
when we heard the weirdest sound. It was a cross
between a coyote howl and a pissed off parrot, and
it was so loud that we felt it. And then
another rock landed between me and my brother. We found
the same massive patch, a lot closer to the cabins
than we remembered us had two buckets about a quarter
full when a ten inch rock landed in the woods
behind us. We thought that it was the other kids
and looked around for them, but we couldn't see them,
so we kept picking berries. That's when we heard the
weirdest sound. It was a cross between a coyote howl
and a piste off parrot. It was so loud that
we felt it, and then another rock landed between me
and my brother. This one was bigger. It was thirty
inches long and eighteen inches wide. It was closer to
a boulder than a rock, and we exchanged a look
and we beat it back to the resort. The next morning,
I got in trouble. There was a hole in the
window screen of our cabin and berries were smashed all
over our mattress in my sleeping bag, as if I
had rolled over onto a pile of them while I
was sleeping. Towel Girl was in trouble too. Her swim
suit and the top half of her mom's bikini were missing.
They were blue and yellow, just like we had seen
on that thing's head the other day. They had a
broken screen too, and there was a pile of berries
on the outdoor table that stained the tablecloth. What we
saw wasn't ape like at all. It was gracefully fast,
and I think impishly playful. My little brother says he
doesn't remember it, but he's agitated whenever he hears our
local codies. Towel Girl wants nothing to do with those memories.
She says that that noise haunts her dreams to this day.
Oh that was cool. A bigfoot stealing mom's swimsuit and
wearing it on his head. There's probably some dudes around
that might do that. That's kind of that's never mind.
I won't even go down that road. This was a
cool story. It was a playful, kind of a fun
bigfoot story. I appreciate it. Appreciate the man for sending it. Thanks,
all right, this is it's a monster story, but it's
really good. It's kind of a heartwarming. Little story. It's
short and it's I think you like this. When I
was a teenager, I worked as a summer staffer at
a religious conference center in the mountains of East Ashville,
North Carolina. Being from Florida and my friend from Oklahoma,
we enjoyed the lush mountains. When we had time off.
One late afternoon, we decided to climb a mountain with
a lookout spot facing the northwest. We wanted to see
the sunset. We started hiking later than usual, knowing the
sunset was coming and it would be dark soon. I'm
not sure why, but we didn't even think about taking flashlights.
It was the nineteen seventies and there were no cell
phones with lights on them to help us find our way.
It was a beautiful afternoon, and as we watched the
sunset over the mountains, time got away from us. We
realized just how dark it was getting and knew that
it was to start the hike back down. The upper
half of the hike was a regular trail, but it
led onto an old logging road, which was much easier hiking.
It was so dark by the time we started our
hike down the mountain that we had to hold onto
each other's hand, just to know that we hadn't lost
each other. After only a couple of minutes, we stopped
and realized that we were not on the trail anymore.
We became frightened at the thought that we would be
forced to spend the night on the mountain with no
supplies or food. In our desperation, we prayed for help,
and just as we ended the prayer, we looked up
and we saw a bush with a light streaking through
it from top to bottom. It wasn't enough light to
illuminate the area around it, but it was enough to
guide us toward it, and when we reached it, we
realized we were back on the trail. Believe it or not,
this happened to us three times before we made our
way down to the old logging road and back to safety.
Now they say God works mysterious ways, and I for
one believe that. Oh that's a good story. That's a miracle.
Those are miracle things that happen with people. Sometimes they
only happen once in a lifetime. Sometimes they happen for
people over and over. I believe what this girl said
that sometimes you can pray for help and sometimes God
will answer it's just it's according to his will and
you if he hadn't shown you the light, he wanted
to keep you on that mountain for a night to
teach you something. But it's all good, it's all for
our good. So I love this story. Now, sometimes we
get stories that aren't monster story. As matter of fact,
I ask a couple of months ago for some dog stories.
I've got a whole pile of dog stories and I'm
going to do in one episode soon, probably in the
next couple of weeks. And so I enjoyed this. I
really appreciate it, and thanks to the writer. All Right,
here's a story a man sent me. It's called a crew.
You're in the snow. It's got some mystery to it,
claims this is true, so hang on. In the winter
of nineteen seventy six, I lived on a mountain pass
in Washington State, and I worked at a restaurant and
bar that has since burnt down. Back then, there were
four ski areas on that pass, and I lived a
mile from the restaurant on the summit, halfway into a
narrow valley that ended in another one of the ski areas.
And when the snow came, I left my car at
my parents' house fifty miles away in town, and I
walked everywhere on the pass. It was much easier than
having to shovel out all of the snow in the winter.
The last quarter mile to my chalet was a path
I made straight up a steep hill, and on one
side of the path were stairs I stumped into the snow,
and on the other side was a slide. The path
was steep enough that you could squat and slide down
on the soles of your boots. I usually worked until
two thirty am, but they didn't turn the ski area
lights off until three. Most of the time you could
see pretty well, but not into the thick forests that
the few scattered homes were nestled into. The restaurant had
a room at the back of the building access from
the outside, where we kept the garbage. We had had
problems with black bears breaking into it, so the Forest
Service placed the cage there to try to catch and
relocate the troublemakers. I didn't think twice about walking or
hiking anywhere anytime while I was living there. I don't
even know if they made bear spray back then, but
my overconfident self wasn't going to let a bear keep
me from doing what I loved. Now. I told myself
that if I made noise and tried to look as
big as I could, most things would just run away.
We were blessed with lots of snow in a storm
that came in, and they closed the pass until they
could plow and do avalanche. The other restaurant and two
gas stations in the combined post office grocery store all
closed early, but I was tending bar at the time,
and the locals hung around enjoying some peace without the
intrusion of skiers. After work. I was really looking forward
to the amazing walk ahead of me, having the pass
all to myself. The snowflakes were big and beautiful, and
they were coming down hard. I had a waterproof hooded
poncho big enough to cover my backpack too, and it
got really warm under there when I was walking, so
I was in no hurry. What I didn't expect was
for everything to be so deserted. Everyone had gone to
their warm fireplaces and shut themselves in, so it was
just me and the mountains and all the beautiful snow.
And then the ski lights went out. There were street
lights right on the summit, but once I turned into
my little valley it got pretty dark. The snow was reflective,
which helped, and there was a good sized berm on
either side of the small two lane road. I knew
I wouldn't get lost, but being in the middle of
the mountain wilderness and the pitch dark all by myself
did take some of the fun out of my track.
The only lights came from the porches of the chalet
scattered along one or two short roads like the one
I lived on, which was on a hill rather than
near the road. Now, heavy snow muffles noise and has
a way of cutting you off from everything else. As
I continued my trek home, I thought I heard something
in the woods next to me, just far enough in
that I couldn't see what it was. It sounded like
something heavy had leaped out of the trees and landed
in the four foot snow well. I knew not to run,
because there were mountain lions and lynxes and bears and
lots of animals in those woods, But whatever it was
sounded much better. What could jump high enough up out
of four feet of snow and make such a crashing
sound when it landed well. I tried to stay calm,
and I kept going forward. The deep snow that had
seemed so awesome earlier in the night had suddenly become
more of a trap. I couldn't run in it, and
the closest house was too far away. I wouldn't be
able to make it there before the creature got me.
And then I heard another crash. I heard it leap
again and land not far from me. It stayed out
of sight in the woods, but I could hear it
following me. I moved as fast as I dared, dreading
having to go up that path on the hill to
my house. I felt like I was being toyed with,
and I heard it crash through the trees, keeping up
with me, but I stayed calm. There was nothing else
I could do. Even if I screamed, no one would
be able to hear me, and it was so dark
that I had to use my hands to fill my
way up the hill, all the while waiting for something
to jump on my back and sink its teeth and
claws into me. Halfway up the hill, the trees weren't
as close together, and I was hoping it would stop
following me for fear of exposing itself, And when I
finally saw the deck of my house ahead of me,
I flung myself forward with all of my might and
nearly took the door down trying to get inside. The
next day, I set out at daylight to go back
to work. There was a thick blanket of fresh, beautiful
snow and an entirely different journey in the sunlight. But
as soon as I got down to the path in
the trees, I heard those sounds again, crash and thumps
and crashes. I froze in fear, realizing whatever it was
had told its friends and they were all about to
rip me to pieces. And then it occurred to me
all at once, the sound was coming from the trees.
All of that beautiful, heavy snow was falling off the
heavy laden, tall fur branches. Each time I passed by
a tree, I could hear the snowfall. It only sounded
like something was following me, because every several steps I took,
another tree would lose its load of snow. I have
to say I was pretty happy with myself for staying
calm and not trying to run. It goes to show
that some bumps in the night really are just our imagination. Okay,
this is what I actually read before I recorded it. Rebecca,
the woman that edits my stories, she had a note
up here that this is not really a creature's story
and that he thought what he thought was following him
was just snowfalling from the trees. There's no actual monsters
in case you want to put it in a different category.
And she said, but it was still a good story,
and that's the truth. It was a great story. And
you have to wonder how so many times people have
fought Bigfoot was following them when it was totally something else,
like snow falling off of trees. Who knows, I don't know,
but it could happen. This story is proof of that.
Thank you to the writer for sending this. It was great,
all right, this is a show enough story about Bigfoot.
Here's what the writer writes. One night, when my brother
was younger, he had just been dropped off near his
tree stand to go hunting. To get there, he had
to walk by an old, abandoned school, which our father
had attended when he was little. As he was walking
through the rubble of the old school, he heard two
sticks being hit together. Then he heard a scream like
a man was getting torn apart. When he took his
flashlight out and went into the woods to check it out,
he saw a twelve foot tall creature there staring back
at him with yellow orange eyes. My brother ran his fast,
asked as he could, hearing this thing chasing him the
whole time, and when he made it to his tree stand,
he pointed a shotgun at the creature and he shot it.
The creature let out a horrible scream and disappeared back
into the night. And when he got back to our
Nana and Pop's house later, he kept his mouth closed.
He told me that he was afraid that they would
tell our parents that they wouldn't let him hunt there anymore.
When I was in the first grade, my family and
I were on our way home after a visit to
my grandfather Sonny's house for Christmas break. During the drive,
a car ahead of us crashed out of the blue
with nothing in front of it. My dad stopped the
car and my parents went to check on the driver
while we kids stayed in the car. I remember seeing
a dent on the side of the car that looked
like a footprint, and then we heard a scream from
somewhere off the side of the road in the forest.
My parents said it was just a coyote. The way
they quickly got back in the car and kept driving
made me think it must have been something else. They
didn't tell us what happened to the car that crashed,
They just kept driving. After a few minutes, I fell
asleep in the back, and in my dream I saw
something following our car, something tall and dark, running on
two legs and coming after us. When I woke up,
I thought of my dream, and I looked through the
window behind me. Sure enough, something was following the car,
something tall and dark and running on two legs. It
terrified me. It was too dark to tell what it was,
and I was too scared to say anything. Looking back,
I'm almost positive it was a bigfoot. Well, if you're
going full speed, and that's the end of a story.
By the way, if you're going full speed in the
car and you look back and something's running after you
was keeping up with a car, man, these things must
be fast, I would say. Yeah. If it's a big
and dark and running really fast and keeping up with
the car right behind you, I think you're right. It
may have been bigfoot. But these were great stories. It's
two bigfoot stories from one writer. I thought it was
really cool that he sent this in. But it was
to the point and really good. Thank you to the writer. Okay,
here's one that I thought was really cool. I enjoyed
the way this person. It's a woman who sent the email,
and I enjoyed the way she wrote it. Settled down
now and let's listen to a spooky story, because this
is good. It was a summer night in small town,
Kansas in nineteen to eighty. I was sixteen years old.
I lived in a mobile home with my mom, my stepdad,
and my little brother. We had just moved there from
southeast Ohio. My mom wanted to move somewhere new, and
she had a friend in that small town. I had
one friend that I had met at school. Her name
was Sandy, and she had a car. She would take
me right around with her now and then, and I
loved it. On one particular evening, she dropped me off
just before dark. My family was not home, so I
sat on the old couch that we had outside on
the ground and at the back end of the mobile home,
near the fence. It was just after sunset, but it
wasn't dark out yet. The fence bordered a large pasture
on the other side. I was sitting on that old
couch when something caught my eye. I got up and
walked to the fence line, and I went numb. I
was in shock and disbelief, and my head spun and
for a minute I could not move. I heard a
car coming, and thank God, it was my family. I
ran over to the car and I told them what
I saw crawling away in the field. My mom believed me,
and she even drew a picture of what I had described.
And my mother passed away in twenty eleven, but through
the years we discussed this many times. Only by love
did I see it, because it blended in with the tall,
dry grass in the field. What I saw was silent
and long and crawling away fast, like a spider. I
never saw hands or feet. I didn't see ears or tail.
I only saw tangled, matted hair and strange humps covering
its whole body. Its rear end was not sticking up
like a human's wood if it were trying to walk
with its hands and feet. After that night, we had
rocks thrown at our trailer on multiple occasions. My little
brother heard something outside the trailer sometimes and the next
morning we would find claw marks cut into the screens.
There were cattle mutilations in the area, and other teenagers
witnessed several strange creatures standing in front of the old
barn and the pasture at night. One night, my mom's
friend who lived close to us, saw bright red eyes
from the fence line while she was doing dishes. Another
neighbor said she was going to call the FBI, and
a week later she up and moved away. Sincerely, and
she signs off on the letter. This is cool to me.
The best part of this story is they had an
old couch out in the yard next to the field.
I would love to, you know. I think I'm gonna
find me an old couch and just put it out
in my yard. You think I'm joking, but I'm not.
That would be if you could just keep all the
bugs and rights out of it, that would be a
pretty good thing. Maybe I should just get some lawn furniture.
I don't know, and I'm just kidding around. This was
really a good story. This person saw something crawling away
and the first thing I thought, I think she sends
something long and spindily crawl away like a spider. But
I've heard stories of bigfoots getting down and crawling on
all fours. I've also heard stories of bigfoots camouflaging themselves.
This thing could have stuck things in his fur like
a sniper will with a gilly suit, and tried to
blend in with the surrounding and could have been crawling away.
I don't know. I don't know. She said it was dark,
so it couldn't be. It wasn't like totally camouflage with
the grass. I don't know. I didn't see it. And
the description is a little it's a little lacking, but
it's enough to be a scary story. Anyway. I thought
this was great. Thank you to the writer for sending it.
It was really good. Thank you. Okay, this has been
a podcast for most of these stories have been kind
of lighthearted and not scary, but this one is different.
This one is one. If you like the hard hitting
Sasquatch stories, you're gonna like this one. In nineteen seventy four,
on a Marine Corps base in North Carolina, four other
men and I encountered four sasquatches. The five of us
were Marines. Some of who had served multiple tours in Vietnam.
To say that we were not easily intimidated would be
putting it lightly. That said, I have never been as
scared in Vietnam as I was on that day. It
was early spring and the fishing on base was really good.
We parked our cars off the road and walked a
mile on a rail line to a bridge that went
across a small river. In the middle of the river
was a small island, and we had fished off the
bridge and on the island several times before and had
always been successful catching bass and catfish. It was swampy,
with mostly tall brush and grass, although a few larger
trees were standing on the banks on both sides of
the river. The brush was at least ten feet high
and was so thick that you couldn't see more than
a few feet into it. That afternoon, the five of
us were at our spot having a great time in
catching fish when everything got real quiet, no birds, no
animals or bugs, and the river from us we watched
a large branch get launched into the river. We started
commenting on where that branch could have come from and
what had been strong enough to throw it in, and
then we heard something massive walk through the brush along
the river bank. It sounded like it was walking on
two feet, and we could hear it breaking small trees
with each step, and we saw the tall brush sway
out of the way as it made its way through.
At first it was slow, but when it got closer
to the train tracks, it sped up. We had all
been in Vietnam. We were all too familiar with what
it took to get through a dense jungle and vegetation.
There was no way a human could have gotten through
that tall brush with such speed and ease. Not to
mention that any human in their right mind would stay
out of there. It was riddled with snakes, cotton mouths,
and rattlesnakes and copperheads, just to name a few. We
heard this thing run through the brush toward the tracks
and stopped just short of coming into the open, and
then run back toward a thick tree that had a
fork in the middle eight feet off the ground. And
then it did it again and again, repeating this strange
charge toward the train tracks, only to stop short of
coming out and exposing itself. There we sat five combat
veterans who had each seen some rough times in Vietnam,
each of us more than a little worried. One of
the men suggested it was a bear, But being that
I had spent my life in the woods hunting bear
and deer, I knew it wasn't a bear. They were scary,
but they weren't as coordinated as this thing sounded, and
they didn't run on two feet. Just as I told
the others this, it let out a scream so loud
it hit us like a gust of wind. It went
deep into our chest and vibrated. It was like nothing
I had ever heard. One of the men picked up
a large rock lying on the railroad track bed and
chunked it into the trees. The creature went silent for
a moment in response, and then let out another scream,
even louder than the first. Then a response came from
downstream on the opposite side of the river. Like the
first creature, the second one ran toward the railroad, slowly
at first, and then it sped up. It stopped just
short of being seen, and ran back into the woods.
And then the first one did the same. And now
we had two of these unseen creatures to deal with.
They seemed to be taking turns turning toward the train tracks.
A couple of the other men picked up large rocks
and chucked them into the direction of the creatures in
the bush well. I told them to knock it off.
Knowing it would take a lot more than a rock
to stop whatever these things were, and not wanting to
really make them mad, we decided the best thing that
we could do was go onto the island and the
middle of the river. At least it would give us
a little time to prepare should they actually come onto
the tracks to get us. This bluff attack of theirs
continued for fifteen minutes, with intermittent screams coming from both
sides of the river. At one point, near the large
tree with a fork, and we finally saw what it was.
This thing was over eight feet tall, and it had
to be four feet wide at the shoulders. It raised
its head above the fork of the large tree with
a flat face and rust colored hair. It was so
wide that its shoulders stuck out on each side of
the tree. It was nothing like a bear. It was
not an ape, and it was too large to be
a human. This had to be a sisquatch, a bigfoot,
or whatever you call it. The first one let out
one more scream, and it sounded different than the ones
it made before, and then both creatures tore off into
the brush, heading down stream away from us. We heard
two more of these creatures. They tore out of the
same area the others had been, and they went up river.
When we heard them run off, it occurred to me
that the two making all the noise might have been
trying to scare us into the path of the two
who were hiding like dogs, chasing their prey right into
the hunters. We waited in silence for half an hour
just to make sure everything had calmed down, and we
got our gear and got the hell out of there.
We had to walk a mile on the railroad tracks
back to our cars. We were worried they made double
back on us. It was the longest mile I had
ever walked, and it was the last time I ever
went back to this spot to fish. Once we were
back in our cars, we agreed not to say anything
about this to anyone, worried about what it would do
to our careers in the service. We figured that the
Marine Corps would just kick us out for being crazy
or accuse us of being on drugs, so we never
spoke of what happened after that. I trained as a
sniper in the Marine Corps, and the one thing that
becoming a sniper teaches you, beyond shooting your rifle, is
that you have to be extremely articulate about what you see.
Your life depends on being able to describe what you
see with extreme accuracy. That can mean the difference between
life and death. Now, these things were bigfoots. They were
something I never wanted to see again. Unfortunately, I got
out of the Marines and went back to Washington State,
and there I had another experience. It was a little
less intimidating, but nonetheless an experience that I could have
done without. I now live in Oregon, near Mount Hood,
and although I've heard that there are a lot of
bigfoot encounters in this area, I have been fortunate enough
not to have seen any more of these things. I
wish more people were aware of the danger they put
themselves in when they go out in nature's place. If
you go, go prepared and pay attention to your surroundings,
yes there may be some friendly, happy occurrences, but ours
was neither happy nor friendly. Bigfoot is real, He's cunning,
and he can be dangerous for those who want to
encounter to these things. I have but one thing to say,
be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.
And then he goes on to say, feel free to
use his name. I'm too old to care about what
people think, and I know what I saw. Anyway. His
name is Dennis, and this is a good story. Him
and four marines outfish and encounter are four bigfoots. There's
nothing I can add to this that's even funny or
comical or adds anything to the story. It just is
what it is. The man had an encounter. Him and
his buddies had an encounter with a pack of sasquatches.
Now that's pretty cool. I know it scared him, but
to us it's pretty cool. Thanks Dennis for the story.
Thank you for listening to us podcast. I appreciate you
very much, and I guess we'll see you guys on
the next one. Thanks for listening. See you then.