Speaker 1: For seven years. I had a small ranch in the
Speaker 1: foothills of Temecula, California. The area is pretty much avocado
Speaker 1: groves and hillsides and it is beautiful. My property, however,
Speaker 1: had ruby red grapefruit trees, lemons, a prolific red apple tree,
Speaker 1: and one huge lime tree. We were set for margaritas.
Speaker 1: I had two eighty pound dogs, one a Shepherd Akita
Speaker 1: mix and the other a Shepherd coyote mix, a Koi dog.
Speaker 1: Coi dogs are either smarter than a teenager or dumber
Speaker 1: than a rock, and I had a smart one and
Speaker 1: she was a great dog. I have to say I
Speaker 1: love your videos with your hounds all running around and
Speaker 1: tails wagging as they explore everything. It makes me miss
Speaker 1: my dogs leading every walk or trip to the barn
Speaker 1: on my quad. I hadn't given big Foot any thought
Speaker 1: since nineteen sixty nine and the release of the Patterson
Speaker 1: Gimlin film because one, I figured they were up north
Speaker 1: in the woods, and two because I would never encounter
Speaker 1: them in southern California at least that was my mindset
Speaker 1: so much for that. When I started watching your channel,
Speaker 1: I couldn't get enough of the videos. Any channels videos
Speaker 1: I spent hours and hours watching them after my accident.
Speaker 1: Did you ever have a real epiphany in your life?
Speaker 1: I mean one of those stop you in your tracks,
Speaker 1: hit you in the face moments where you realize something
Speaker 1: that was right there in front of you all along
Speaker 1: and you had missed it. As I watched a video
Speaker 1: one day, the story about two marines stationed at Camp
Speaker 1: Pendleton who had come face to face with a twelve
Speaker 1: foot tall sosquatch and a mock city at the back
Speaker 1: of the base, and it was ducking to get through
Speaker 1: a ten foot high doorway. Their guns were loaded with blanks.
Speaker 1: They were between the back of the town and the
Speaker 1: squatch's path to the canyon behind it. It began to growl,
Speaker 1: and one marine told the other to lay his gun
Speaker 1: on the ground, and when they did, as they backed
Speaker 1: out of the sasquatch's path, he strode by them in
Speaker 1: huge steps and then took off at a speed they
Speaker 1: were awed by. My ranch was nine miles up the
Speaker 1: canyon from that base, and then right in the face,
Speaker 1: I had an epiphany that lasted ten minutes, as suddenly
Speaker 1: everything that I had encountered on my ranch was replayed
Speaker 1: in my mind with an overlay of all the sasquatch
Speaker 1: stories I had heard. I shook when I thought of
Speaker 1: the times I must have been within feet of them
Speaker 1: trying to find who was around my barn at midnight.
Speaker 1: My dogs were no lap dogs and guarded the property
Speaker 1: like lions, afraid of no animal, and no person had
Speaker 1: to shoot at the feet of a mountain lion one
Speaker 1: day as they were backing it in to my barn,
Speaker 1: about to get themselves killed. They never ran from anything,
Speaker 1: and they charged everything, and they were imposing as a pair.
Speaker 1: As I was running the pass through my mind, I
Speaker 1: recalled that they had on several occasions come running like
Speaker 1: the wind up to the house, with the Akida even
Speaker 1: jumping up in my lap, which he never did. And
Speaker 1: the Koi dog loved to sit in the love seat
Speaker 1: with me while I smoked cigars in the evening, but
Speaker 1: he wasn't a tough guy. I had put the dog
Speaker 1: door on the back door to the garage where they
Speaker 1: had beds under the stairs, and on those nights they
Speaker 1: would get into their beds and not come out. Now
Speaker 1: I remembered how the night was dead silent on those nights.
Speaker 1: Delu's Creek had a zillion frogs a singing, but not
Speaker 1: on those nights. And the more I thought about it,
Speaker 1: the stupider I felt. I never harvested the lime tree,
Speaker 1: which easily produced a thousand lines, and there was never
Speaker 1: more than ten limes on the ground. I had a
Speaker 1: gated ranch, so nobody was picking them, especially from the
Speaker 1: top of a thirty foot round and fifteen foot high tree.
Speaker 1: I did give away grape fruits to people because I
Speaker 1: didn't have time for the business, but the trees were
Speaker 1: always picked clean above six feet as soon as the
Speaker 1: fruit was right. Most of the trees were fifteen plus
Speaker 1: feet high and large diameter. Man I was feeling stupid
Speaker 1: at this moment. The apple tree was always picked clean
Speaker 1: above six feet and it was bigger than the lime tree.
Speaker 1: I shot a coyote one night as it came way
Speaker 1: too close to the house, which I could not have
Speaker 1: as my two year old granddaughter and her mother were
Speaker 1: living with us at the time. I figured I would
Speaker 1: get it in the morning and bury it with my tractor.
Speaker 1: I woke up at five am with my dog standing
Speaker 1: on the driveway looking to where the dead coyote was.
Speaker 1: I say, that's where it was, because it was gone.
Speaker 1: Something had dragged it a ten feet down the slope,
Speaker 1: and that's where the marks stopped. The more I thought,
Speaker 1: the more I realized I had inadvertently flown my plane
Speaker 1: too close to Camp Pilton while circling my ranch one day,
Speaker 1: I was shocked when a voice came over the radio
Speaker 1: telling me it was an Apache something and if I
Speaker 1: didn't turn to a three hundred and forty degree heading,
Speaker 1: I would be shot down. My plane was starting to
Speaker 1: vibrate as I looked out my passenger window to see
Speaker 1: an Apache chopper with a pilot pointing to three hundred
Speaker 1: and forty degrees. I rocked my wings and headed that way,
Speaker 1: noting my position. My ranch was only nine miles up
Speaker 1: the canyon from the back of the base and thirteen
Speaker 1: miles from the Pacific Ocean. I pondered this incident during
Speaker 1: my epiphany, and I thought of how many times the
Speaker 1: county sheriff in our area had asked me if I
Speaker 1: knew anything about people disappearing along Deluge Road, which ran
Speaker 1: along the creek for miles, starting five miles from the
Speaker 1: back of Camp Pendleton Marine Base. It was also a
Speaker 1: back route to coyote smugglers who used to run illegals
Speaker 1: into Orange County. In the last few months, several of
Speaker 1: the illegals had disappeared under mysterious circumstances. The sergeant wanted
Speaker 1: to know if I knew where the holes were dug
Speaker 1: around the area. I'm afraid stripping avocado crops can be
Speaker 1: a capital offence in some ranchers eyes. There were holes
Speaker 1: with bags of lime in waiting around the hills in
Speaker 1: several places. However, I had never heard of anyone actually
Speaker 1: using one. I thought they were more of a deterrent
Speaker 1: story for the local thieves. Since I was out of
Speaker 1: ways from town. I had a refrigerator in my barn
Speaker 1: that I kept stock with sodas and water for the
Speaker 1: police and Border patrol guys in the area. I liked
Speaker 1: them being on the property, knowing my dogs and just
Speaker 1: shooting the breeze about what was going on in the area.
Speaker 1: Sergeant knew I had previous police experience. I was included
Speaker 1: on several things. I came home one afternoon to find
Speaker 1: a black chopper sitting in front of my barn with
Speaker 1: three Sheriffs vans and four black suburbans. I was introduced
Speaker 1: to the chopper pilot told he was a dea officer.
Speaker 1: Supposedly the whole deal was to rate a six acre
Speaker 1: pot grow they had found out by the creek. The
Speaker 1: dudes in the black windowed at berbs never came out.
Speaker 1: It was common for the pot guys to hook into
Speaker 1: grow irrigation and set up grows in the bottoms, so
Speaker 1: I didn't have any reason to doubt it, But I
Speaker 1: should have thought it out a little better. The week prior,
Speaker 1: my sergeant friend had asked me if I had seen
Speaker 1: anyone by my barn on a specific night. I told
Speaker 1: him that I hadn't, and as he knew, my dogs
Speaker 1: would have shredded anyone on the property at night. He
Speaker 1: then told me two junkie thieves had gone missing that night.
Speaker 1: One of the wives told the police he and his
Speaker 1: power were going to steal a tractor which was sitting
Speaker 1: next to a dirt driveway at the back of a
Speaker 1: property off my road. The sergeant said, you're the only
Speaker 1: one with a nice tractor sitting in that situation. Yep.
Speaker 1: If they had opened my barn door, they would have
Speaker 1: been right on the dirt road between the properties. Law
Speaker 1: enforcement had found their truck and trailer down on Delu's Road,
Speaker 1: where they could have coasted my tractor downhill. No trace
Speaker 1: of them was ever found other than the truck and
Speaker 1: the trailer. And then I thought of all the nights
Speaker 1: my dogs were in their beds when I was feeling
Speaker 1: someone or something was on my property. Using my million
Speaker 1: candle power light to scour the property from my hilltop home,
Speaker 1: I could see almost all of it. After a while,
Speaker 1: I decided I was just being unnecessarily cautious. And then
Speaker 1: one morning I found my pool with a film and odor,
Speaker 1: which nearly choked me. When I cleaned the skimmers the
Speaker 1: next day, there was dark brown hair in them that
Speaker 1: nearly plugged them up. Since I had no fencing and
Speaker 1: it was a beach entry pool, I just figured the
Speaker 1: neighbors' kids had been in again with their dogs. The
Speaker 1: coup de gras came a week after my epiphany. My
Speaker 1: excavator who dug my pools and I were discussing my
Speaker 1: epiphany at breakfast one day. He had worked for me
Speaker 1: for years and had been on my ranch since then.
Speaker 1: I had moved to San Diego, where he lived. He
Speaker 1: laughed at me when I told him about it and
Speaker 1: how I figured that they wouldn't be in southern California,
Speaker 1: and then he told me about how he went to
Speaker 1: build a large retaining wall in Alpine, about thirty miles
Speaker 1: outside of San Diego in the foothills, for a well
Speaker 1: known doctor in San Diego. One day, while leaving the job,
Speaker 1: he met the doctor on the drive to his ranch.
Speaker 1: The doctor waved him down and asked him to s stop,
Speaker 1: and when Paul stopped, he saw a fifty caliber stainless
Speaker 1: steel revolver in the seat next to the doctor. Paul
Speaker 1: asked him why he was carrying a hand cannon on
Speaker 1: his seat, and the doctor hesitated a minute and then said, Paul,
Speaker 1: this is why I stopped you. At the risk of
Speaker 1: sounding crazy, I need to warn you about something on
Speaker 1: this property. I have the big guys living at the
Speaker 1: back of the property. There's a whole family of them,
Speaker 1: and so far I've had no problems with them. Paul
Speaker 1: asked what he meant by big guys, and the doctor
Speaker 1: explained that his property was so close to the border
Speaker 1: that the sasquatch roamed along his back property line in
Speaker 1: the trees. When Paul told me this, almost choked like
Speaker 1: he did when he heard it. Finally, Paul understood the
Speaker 1: doctor wasn't kidding and he better keep his eye peeled
Speaker 1: when working back there, I employed dozens of illegal aliens
Speaker 1: in my business over forty years. It's how things got
Speaker 1: done back then. In the business. There were no gringoes
Speaker 1: or kids or adults doing the digging work my business required,
Speaker 1: and I spoke Spanish fluently, and I had heard them
Speaker 1: talking about the people going missing at the border many times.
Speaker 1: Some claimed there were monsters at the border eating them.
Speaker 1: Others told them that they were loco. And now I
Speaker 1: wonder has sasquatch been feeding on illegals coming to the
Speaker 1: border for decades. Every year hundreds of them come to
Speaker 1: America and are never heard from again by their families.
Speaker 1: It is written off to the smugglers killing them by
Speaker 1: the authorities, supposedly, which makes no sense, and I've only
Speaker 1: heard of rare cases of that happening. Why kill someone
Speaker 1: who was worth three thousand dollars to you? I know
Speaker 1: I never saw a sasquatch, but it makes my blood
Speaker 1: run cold to realize that I was out with a
Speaker 1: shotgun in the middle of the night searching for what
Speaker 1: I thought were people on We had silent nights where
Speaker 1: owls were all I could hear all around me in
Speaker 1: the trees. Ranchers had owl boxes to keep the rodents
Speaker 1: at bay, so I never thought a thing about it.
Speaker 1: My dogs would sit on the porch at the house
Speaker 1: and watch me patrol on those nights. I just thought
Speaker 1: they were being lazy. Damn. I just thought of a
Speaker 1: night when the dogs were on the porch and I
Speaker 1: was searching along the treeline of a huge eucalyptus grove
Speaker 1: with trunks three foot in diameter, and I called my
Speaker 1: dogs many times and they would not budge. I suppose
Speaker 1: I was five feet from a si squatch with my
Speaker 1: back to him. Oh, it sends chills up my back now.
Speaker 1: And I finally became too curious about the supposed pot raid.
Speaker 1: When I thought the day was over, the sheriffs went
Speaker 1: in on foot through the grove next to me, toward
Speaker 1: the creek. The black birds went out my driveway and
Speaker 1: headed toward the road on the other side of the creek.
Speaker 1: I took my quad a week later, and I thought
Speaker 1: of the path the sheriffs took to the creek. There
Speaker 1: was no evidence of any pot grow and nothing was
Speaker 1: cut down. And then I'll realize not one sheriff had
Speaker 1: a machette. The chopper, with infrared and heat tracking capabilities
Speaker 1: went off to the north, out of sight for a
Speaker 1: short time, and when it returned, it began hovering over
Speaker 1: the creek and slowly heading toward Camp Pendleton like it
Speaker 1: was tracking someone. For all the specialized pot locating equipment
Speaker 1: on that chopper, I never saw it again in that
Speaker 1: pot rich area searching for pot. Yeah, my ass. Looking
Speaker 1: back on the whole thing, I feel pretty stupid. But
Speaker 1: as my shrink says, you can't act on information that
Speaker 1: you don't have. Now do I believe sasquatch lives in
Speaker 1: the Cleveland National Forest, which is only six miles north
Speaker 1: of my ranch through the canyons and creeks. I absolutely
Speaker 1: do believe sasquatch lives along the border, and he does
Speaker 1: possibly feed on illegal aliens. Yes, Los Montrose de la Fonterra,
Speaker 1: the monster of the Border are real and I believe that.
Speaker 1: Thank you for your channel cam. Without it, I would
Speaker 1: have never realized any of this. Your narration kept me
Speaker 1: interested enough to continue researching the subject and research I have.
Speaker 1: God bless you and your family and your dogs and
Speaker 1: your chickens. And he signs off, but he wants to
Speaker 1: be anonymous. But man, what a cool story. This man
Speaker 1: lives in southern California. You heard the whole story, but
Speaker 1: he never really had an experience. But he feels like
Speaker 1: they're there and that he was close to him all
Speaker 1: this time, and he's putting two and two together. Anyway,
Speaker 1: I want to read the first part of his email.
Speaker 1: I didn't want to read it first because I thought
Speaker 1: people might click away. This man's had a remarkable journey
Speaker 1: and these epiphanies. I'm not sure whether they came before
Speaker 1: this accident I'm about to read for you or after,
Speaker 1: he probably said in his email. But anyway, I'll just
Speaker 1: read his It's three or four paragraphs. It's real interesting
Speaker 1: how he has recovered from a horrible accident. And let
Speaker 1: me just read it to you, he says. I don't
Speaker 1: know if you remember me, but I'm the guy who
Speaker 1: introduced you to Thunderbird with my experience from nineteen fifty eight. Yes, sir,
Speaker 1: I remember that story well. I was also writing a
Speaker 1: fictional book about Sasquatch at the time. Well, as the
Speaker 1: saying goes, life can turn on a diamond, Mine surely did.
Speaker 1: Walking back from dinner one evening in Pacific Beach, California,
Speaker 1: where my wife and I lived, I tripped over a
Speaker 1: sidewalk that had been raised nearly six inches by a
Speaker 1: huge tree route. It was pitch black, and I never
Speaker 1: knew I was falling until I was regaining consciousness with
Speaker 1: my wife frantically trying to wake me up. The fall
Speaker 1: almost killed me. Every doctor and the surgeon said the
Speaker 1: break of my humorous was the worst they had ever
Speaker 1: seen humorous. I think that's his leg. I'm not a
Speaker 1: doctor or an anatomy genius. I think he broke his leg.
Speaker 1: It looked like you took a huge sledgehammer to a
Speaker 1: wicker basket, the doctor said. I was in and out
Speaker 1: of consciousness for over a week. With a major brain
Speaker 1: trauma too. I spent nearly a year laid up with
Speaker 1: a Swiss cheese memory. One thing that helped me in
Speaker 1: my quest to remember who I was and what I
Speaker 1: was about was reading the book I was writing about Sisquatch,
Speaker 1: which was nearly complete. Much of the book I had
Speaker 1: narrated into a recorder. As I went about daily life
Speaker 1: and work, and as I listened to it, I would
Speaker 1: struggle to remember where I was and what I was
Speaker 1: doing at the time that I had narrated that part
Speaker 1: I was listening to. Now, this struggle to remember forced
Speaker 1: me to dig deep and use the memory portion of
Speaker 1: my brain. My neurologists was very pleased and impressed with
Speaker 1: my progress. It was his opinion that my ability to
Speaker 1: put back together the year prior to my accident through
Speaker 1: the recordings was incredibly important in my recovery. Now I'm
Speaker 1: not out of the woods yet, but I am functioning
Speaker 1: closer to normal. I did lose the ability to design
Speaker 1: the custom pools and landscapes I have created for forty
Speaker 1: five years. I can't collate the projects in my head
Speaker 1: any longer. With that said, I want to tell everyone
Speaker 1: who might hear my experience something near and dear to
Speaker 1: my heart. In my years of having a large swimming
Speaker 1: pool construction business, I have hired vets with PTSD. Now,
Speaker 1: I always had a heart for those guys. I saw
Speaker 1: their struggle to find themselves and return to normal life,
Speaker 1: often having wives and children that they couldn't support with
Speaker 1: their condition. And as I laid around in a daze,
Speaker 1: my mind went to those young men and what they
Speaker 1: had suffered. I knew then what it was like for
Speaker 1: them to try to live life on any normal level.
Speaker 1: And I cried when I thought about one young man
Speaker 1: who became lost for three hours on a trip to
Speaker 1: a parts supplier only ten miles away. He had even
Speaker 1: grown up in the area, and when he finally answered
Speaker 1: the phone, he was crying and distraught, and I asked
Speaker 1: him where he was and he didn't know. I sent
Speaker 1: him to a street corner and asked him to read
Speaker 1: the signs. He was sixty miles away from the job
Speaker 1: and hopelessly lost. I tried to keep him working, but
Speaker 1: he realized that he was not able to function well enough,
Speaker 1: and he just disappeared one day and he never returned.
Speaker 1: Two months later, he committed suicide. He left a lovely wife. Oh, oh,
Speaker 1: that's hard to read. That's because my son is an
Speaker 1: Afghanistan VETT. I know he deals with this stuff. He oh,
Speaker 1: just give me a second. He left a lovely wife
Speaker 1: and two little girls and four and six years old.
Speaker 1: Now I cry as I write this, and it's been
Speaker 1: sixteen years ago. I tell you of this to say this,
Speaker 1: I want everyone who knows a VET suffering PTSD to
Speaker 1: take a completely different advantage point on these unfortunate men
Speaker 1: whom have given up any normal life to protect yours.
Speaker 1: I know the pain of trying to remember who I
Speaker 1: was and what I was about. I know what it
Speaker 1: was like to wonder if I would ever be mentally
Speaker 1: whole again. I also know what it is like to
Speaker 1: come to grips with the fact I won't be who
Speaker 1: I was or what I was. I'm fortunate to have
Speaker 1: come back as far as I have, and I thank
Speaker 1: God for that because I know that it was because
Speaker 1: of of Him who did this for me. You can
Speaker 1: read this story of my experience if you like. However,
Speaker 1: I do have a sosquatch experience to share with you,
Speaker 1: and here it is. And that's the end of the email. Wow,
Speaker 1: I'm sorry about that. Got kind of choked up on that.
Speaker 1: I had not read that paragraph. I had read the
Speaker 1: first three or four paragraphs, and I thought, well, I'll
Speaker 1: put this at the end so people may get a
Speaker 1: little encouragement if they're going through something hard, and maybe
Speaker 1: catch a tip on how you know, trying to remember things, etc.
Speaker 1: And then I came up on the vet and I
Speaker 1: have a heart for those guys too. I saw my
Speaker 1: son come back from Afghanistan I don't even think he
Speaker 1: knew he had problems. He thought he was normal. I
Speaker 1: never said a word. I just let him deal with
Speaker 1: it on his own, and he's come out pretty good.
Speaker 1: He's got a great job, beautiful family, beautiful wife, three children,
Speaker 1: and they're doing fine. He's fine. But those guys come
Speaker 1: back with some really messed up memories. I agree with
Speaker 1: the writer. We need to remember those guys. It's been
Speaker 1: years since they all came home. Those are our sons.
Speaker 1: Most of my audience is my age, give or take
Speaker 1: ten years. Those are our sons and daughters who went
Speaker 1: to fight those wars, those happy kids who grew up
Speaker 1: in our front yards and our houses, and they went
Speaker 1: off and did some unspeakable things, saw unspeakable things, and
Speaker 1: my heart goes out to them. So I'll get off
Speaker 1: of that. I just wanted to share my feelings on that.
Speaker 1: I really appreciate this email, the bigfoot connections that he made,
Speaker 1: and the part that he wrote about his recovery. It's
Speaker 1: very inspiring. I really appreciate it.