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