Speaker 1: I'm a fifteen year veteran of the Canadian Armed Forces
Speaker 1: and I've been deployed overseas several times. I've been shot
Speaker 1: at and i've been stabbed once. I don't get shaken
Speaker 1: easily in high stress situations, and I'm not prone to panic.
Speaker 1: On top of this, I've been camping since I was
Speaker 1: nine years old, and by fifteen I was solo camping
Speaker 1: for extensive periods in all seasons. I've camped in every season,
Speaker 1: and I've had many encounters with wildlife. I'm telling you
Speaker 1: all this to give you a reference to not only
Speaker 1: my credibility and experience, but also my ability to keep
Speaker 1: calm under pressure. Now, I've told very few people of
Speaker 1: the events that I'm about to tell you, and in
Speaker 1: telling you, I really want to keep what I can
Speaker 1: in my career. I'm like most who share their encounters
Speaker 1: with others. I've been ridiculed and I've been called a liar,
Speaker 1: and this has made me hesitant to tell my story.
Speaker 1: But with that said, you come across as a straightforward
Speaker 1: man who thinks critically, but you also give people the
Speaker 1: benefit of the doubt, which, even as a skeptic, still
Speaker 1: provokes trust. I've been going to this same property in Tamagami,
Speaker 1: Ontario for twenty five years. This is a large acreage
Speaker 1: that backs on to Crown Land that was owned by
Speaker 1: my late grant grandfather. There's a lake on this property
Speaker 1: that I've enjoyed for not only its peace and quiet,
Speaker 1: but it's beauty. On October the ninth, twenty twenty, I
Speaker 1: traveled here for a one week camping trip before the
Speaker 1: winter set in. I come here twice a year, but
Speaker 1: this year, due to COVID, I didn't get a chance
Speaker 1: to go until October. I arrived early in the day
Speaker 1: and I unlocked the gate and I drove in on
Speaker 1: the two kilometer old logging road to its end, where
Speaker 1: I got out and my gear, including a twelve gay
Speaker 1: semi auto shotgun. I brought the shotgun due to it
Speaker 1: being fall and the black bears have a tendency to
Speaker 1: get a bit aggressive as it's closing in on their
Speaker 1: hibernation season. I left my truck for the one point
Speaker 1: five kilometer height to the lake. The day was going
Speaker 1: great at this point. After setting up camp, I relaxed
Speaker 1: and I sat by the fire until after dark and
Speaker 1: I was turning in for the night and I saw
Speaker 1: eyeshine not far off, that was seven to eight feet
Speaker 1: off the ground. When I turned my head to look,
Speaker 1: there was nothing. I saw it out of the corner
Speaker 1: of my eye. Even so, the hair on the back
Speaker 1: of my neck stood up well. I shook it off
Speaker 1: and quickly assumed that it was light from the fire
Speaker 1: reflecting off some leaves maybe, but that was enough to
Speaker 1: keep me relaxed again. I let the fire die out
Speaker 1: a bit and then I lay down in the tent,
Speaker 1: and immediately after getting so, I discovered there were no
Speaker 1: animal or insect sounds now, even in the fall, some
Speaker 1: of the birds were active in the area, and in addition,
Speaker 1: there were no other animal sounds that I was used to.
Speaker 1: There was only the sound of a light breeze and
Speaker 1: water rolling onto the bank. I was shocked to wake
Speaker 1: At one fourteen am. I heard something I couldn't identify it.
Speaker 1: Coming out of a deep sleep. My watch told me
Speaker 1: that it was not yet morning. Laying there relaxed for
Speaker 1: several minutes, trying to decide if the sound I heard
Speaker 1: was from a dream or if it was real. And
Speaker 1: I heard the first growl from eight o'clock. It was
Speaker 1: a vibrating, low sound that didn't match anything I had heard,
Speaker 1: and instantly I sat up and this was real. There
Speaker 1: was no dreaming happening now. I could hear leaves crunching
Speaker 1: under heavy footfalls, and it heightened my senses. That was
Speaker 1: moving from I left to right, ending at my eleven
Speaker 1: o'clock where another growl rumbled into my tent. My rational
Speaker 1: mind knew it was a bear, even though the sound
Speaker 1: was different. Slowly I slipped out of my sleeping bag
Speaker 1: while pulling the shotgun closer to my side. I was
Speaker 1: slipping on my boots when I heard the same growl
Speaker 1: from the same position as before, and I yelled out
Speaker 1: at the animal, hoping to scare it off. Wildlife, even predators,
Speaker 1: will leave the immediate area, or they'll back off when
Speaker 1: they hear human voices. But that's not what happened this time.
Speaker 1: I was answered with the same growl and it was
Speaker 1: more intense. The animal was out in front of my tent.
Speaker 1: Flipping the safety off, I pointed the shotgun toward the
Speaker 1: entrance of the tent and then reached to unzip the fly.
Speaker 1: I wanted to see what I was shooting at. If
Speaker 1: it came to that, I moved the barrel out of
Speaker 1: the tent door and pulled the fabric aside to better sea,
Speaker 1: and first the right and then the left. I didn't
Speaker 1: see anything. I didn't move for a few minutes, and
Speaker 1: I just listened. I needed to know where it was
Speaker 1: so when I came out, I could get it in
Speaker 1: front of me. But it never made another sound. I
Speaker 1: moved toward the opening, crawling with my left arm for
Speaker 1: support and the gun in my right, and I would
Speaker 1: pop up and search for the target when I was
Speaker 1: clear of the tent. But before my head had cleared
Speaker 1: the tent opening, I was snatched out of the tent
Speaker 1: in a violent motion. A bear would have bitten me
Speaker 1: to pull me out, or would have been gouged with claws,
Speaker 1: but that wasn't what had me. It was a grip.
Speaker 1: Something had its hand wrapped around my arm, and faster
Speaker 1: than I could process what was happening, it had me
Speaker 1: out of the tent. Reflexively, I squeezed the trigger and
Speaker 1: the gun boomed in the darkness, aimed at nothing, roaring.
Speaker 1: The creature wung me in several directions. The world had
Speaker 1: turned into a nightmare of tumbling and impacts, until there
Speaker 1: was intense pain in my head and then I blacked out.
Speaker 1: My eyes tried to flicker open, and it was daylight.
Speaker 1: My left shoulder was hurting terribly with my right arm.
Speaker 1: I got to a sitting position after getting my bearings.
Speaker 1: I began to look over my body for injuries. My
Speaker 1: left eye was closed and caked in blood. I wiped
Speaker 1: some of that away and looked at the shoulder that
Speaker 1: was in pain, and I saw it was dislocated. That
Speaker 1: and the gash over my left eye seemed to be
Speaker 1: the only major injuries. My legs were okay, which meant
Speaker 1: I could walk now to assess where I was. My
Speaker 1: tent and my campsite was not there. I couldn't see it.
Speaker 1: I was in a different place in the forest. There
Speaker 1: were drag marks in the dirt. It was plain to
Speaker 1: see that I had been brought to this location. I
Speaker 1: used the GPS watch to try to figure out where
Speaker 1: I was, and I was astonished to see that I
Speaker 1: was a half mile away from my campsite. I wasn't
Speaker 1: going back there, so I set my GPS to where
Speaker 1: I had parked, and it was actually closer than my campsite.
Speaker 1: Thank goodness for small miracles. The walk to the vehicle
Speaker 1: took twice as long as it would have had I
Speaker 1: not been injured, but I made it, and during the
Speaker 1: walk the feeling of being watched was as strong as
Speaker 1: I had ever felt in my life. I unlocked the
Speaker 1: door and a loud roar came from the area of
Speaker 1: my campsite, maybe a bit closer. That's all I needed
Speaker 1: to hear to get moving. I started the engine and
Speaker 1: peeled out of their throwing gravel and dirt, not caring
Speaker 1: if I damaged the vehicle, I stopped at the medical
Speaker 1: center in Tamagami, where after examining my shoulder, they told
Speaker 1: me I needed surgery to repair the damage. If I
Speaker 1: wanted to use that arm again, I would need to
Speaker 1: go to a larger facility that could do the surgery.
Speaker 1: There were more cuts and bruises on me than I thought.
Speaker 1: I had a concussion, and my scalp was glued back
Speaker 1: in place and the doctor stitched other cuts. My left
Speaker 1: forearm was black and blue from the grip the creature
Speaker 1: had on me. Days later, I was recovering in a
Speaker 1: hospital room from the surgery that repaired the torn muscles, ligaments,
Speaker 1: and cartilage in my left shoulder. On my last day there,
Speaker 1: the county police came in to take a statement. Well,
Speaker 1: I told them the truth as best as I knew
Speaker 1: what that was. I never saw the animal that dragged
Speaker 1: me out of the tent into the woods, and in
Speaker 1: their report it was concluded a bear had attacked me. Well, hell,
Speaker 1: I knew it wasn't a bear. Whatever yanked me out
Speaker 1: of that tent had a grip on me. Had it
Speaker 1: been a bear, there would have been teeth or claw
Speaker 1: marks on my arm. Within a few days, both my
Speaker 1: brother and my father went back to the campsite to
Speaker 1: gather my stuff and they found it destroyed. The tent,
Speaker 1: the pack, the clothes, and sleeping bag were shredded and
Speaker 1: tossed around. The shotgun stock was split in half and
Speaker 1: the barrel was bent. The pile of wood was thrown
Speaker 1: around everywhere. My brother and father said they didn't see
Speaker 1: or hear anything, but the entire time they were there,
Speaker 1: they felt like they were being watched. None of my
Speaker 1: family has ever felt that, feeling like they were unwanted
Speaker 1: at this property, and that's how my father described it.
Speaker 1: To date, I have permanent mobility loss of thirty percent
Speaker 1: and constant nerve pain in my left shoulder. My career
Speaker 1: is now limited, and I'm clueless to what really happened.
Speaker 1: I've never been afraid of the forest, but I dreaded
Speaker 1: going back there for over a year and I still
Speaker 1: won't go there alone. I still i'll have nightmares and
Speaker 1: I take medication to sleep. And I was diagnosed with
Speaker 1: PTSD from the event in twenty twenty one. I've had
Speaker 1: plenty of time to think of why I was attacked.
Speaker 1: It obviously wasn't happy with me being there, but I
Speaker 1: think it was the shotgun that set it off, and
Speaker 1: when it fired, all bets were off, so to speak.
Speaker 1: I still don't understand why it let me live. You
Speaker 1: are free to share this story on your channel, and
Speaker 1: you can use my first name, but please keep my
Speaker 1: email and last name confidential. I also will not give
Speaker 1: the details of the exact location in Tamagami. My family
Speaker 1: doesn't want every Tom, Dick and Harry with a bigfoot
Speaker 1: fetish to show up. It's still our land and we
Speaker 1: like our peace and quiet. I'm thirty two years old.
Speaker 1: I live in southwestern Illinois, right across the Missississippi River
Speaker 1: from Saint Louis. When I was a young kid, about
Speaker 1: eleven or twelve, and my little brother was about seven
Speaker 1: or eight. Our grandparents lived further north, up in Macopa County. Y'all.
Speaker 1: I know I mispronounced these county and city names. Just
Speaker 1: cut me some slack, okay, But I know somebody in
Speaker 1: the comments is going to correct me. That's fine. It's
Speaker 1: nothing but farmland, and between all the acres of farm
Speaker 1: fields are vast expanses of forests. My grandparents' house and
Speaker 1: land was surrounded around the south and east with corn
Speaker 1: and beanfields. Behind their house to the north and west
Speaker 1: was a small creek and a long stretch of forest
Speaker 1: that seemed like it went for miles. My grandparents got
Speaker 1: their water from a well. It was a well with
Speaker 1: a hand pump. I remember my grandfather pumping bucket after
Speaker 1: bucket of water and carrying them to water as horses
Speaker 1: and pigs. One night, my brother and I were spending
Speaker 1: the night with them, and my grandfather told us a
Speaker 1: story about a wild man who lived in his woods.
Speaker 1: At sundown every night, just after he would water his animals,
Speaker 1: this wild man and his girlfriend or wife and child
Speaker 1: would come out of the woods because it was hot.
Speaker 1: My grandpa had my little brother and I come up
Speaker 1: to the back porch to watch towards the red barn
Speaker 1: and the water pump. We didn't have to wait long.
Speaker 1: Sure enough, in the low light of sunset, a huge
Speaker 1: hair covered male wild man walked out of the woods.
Speaker 1: He was enormous and covered in dark hair. With him
Speaker 1: was a female with red or brown hair covering her body,
Speaker 1: and behind her was a smaller childlike creature, also covered
Speaker 1: in brown hair. They walked over to the well pump
Speaker 1: and started pumping it. They each took their turn drinking
Speaker 1: water while the other worked the handle. I was only
Speaker 1: eleven or twelve, but I was old enough and had
Speaker 1: seen enough TV shows that I knew exactly what they were.
Speaker 1: I was excited, but then I got nervous and my
Speaker 1: grandfather calmed me down. My brother thought they were a
Speaker 1: family of wild humans who never cut their hair. They
Speaker 1: each took several turns with their mouths under the runout
Speaker 1: while either the male or the female would pump the fountain.
Speaker 1: It was amazing. When they had had enough water, they
Speaker 1: returned to the woods and they vanished into the darkness.
Speaker 1: My grandfather said they never caused trouble, they were just thirsty,
Speaker 1: and he didn't mind them using his well. One bit
Speaker 1: I never forgot that night. I've thought about this through
Speaker 1: the years, and it's obvious that they had been watching
Speaker 1: my grandfather pump the water. They are intelligent and they
Speaker 1: learned by watching us. My grandfather passed away a few
Speaker 1: years ago, and now my grandmother lives there alone. The
Speaker 1: horses and the pigs are gone, and as for the
Speaker 1: family of Sasquatch, well, they've moved along too. No telling
Speaker 1: when or where they went. But they never caused any
Speaker 1: trouble at all. My grandparents said when my brother and
Speaker 1: I were young, they would always hear wood knocks and
Speaker 1: vocalizations during the day and night, but they were never afraid.
Speaker 1: My grandfather would always carry his twelve gays just in case,
Speaker 1: but he never used it on anything, only to run
Speaker 1: off varmints that were getting in the trash. I know
Speaker 1: that these things are real. I have seen them, a
Speaker 1: whole family of them. Sasquatch is absolutely real. Part one
Speaker 1: my sister's house many years ago. When I first met
Speaker 1: my wife, we both shared an interest in the paranormal.
Speaker 1: We met later in life, so the kids were all
Speaker 1: out of our respective homes and we were free to
Speaker 1: do what we wanted when we wanted in retrospect. This
Speaker 1: ill advised interest led us to numerous cemeteries, old houses,
Speaker 1: haunted cities, and hotels. And I say ill advised because
Speaker 1: we soon found out that what you find doesn't necessarily
Speaker 1: stay where you found it. What came to fruition. A
Speaker 1: few years into our adventures, bore witness to the advice
Speaker 1: of a very spiritual man who once said, if you
Speaker 1: go looking for those kinds of things, I promise you
Speaker 1: footsteps in your hallways. To make a long story short,
Speaker 1: we never got rid of those footsteps. I have two
Speaker 1: stories I would like to share with you. The first
Speaker 1: is not scary, but one of the most remarkable experiences
Speaker 1: we've ever had. The second is much more intense. My
Speaker 1: sister lives in a suburb of Nashville, and for more
Speaker 1: than twenty years I would make annual visits to her
Speaker 1: home and spend several days fishing, since she was located
Speaker 1: near a well known lake. After I met Judy, we
Speaker 1: made those annual trips, and one year we were invited
Speaker 1: down and we arrived late in the afternoon following an
Speaker 1: eight hour drive from Chicago. My sister's home is medium sized,
Speaker 1: but appears like something you would see in a Home
Speaker 1: and garden magazine. In fact, I'm pretty sure a local
Speaker 1: rag figured at once. It's just beautiful. Inside. She has
Speaker 1: a small kitchen with a fridge and a stove opposite
Speaker 1: the sink in cabinets that occupy the east side of
Speaker 1: the room, and just next to her countertops and cabinets
Speaker 1: is a small marbletop dining table. A three bulb chandelier
Speaker 1: hangs over that, with four chairs around the small table.
Speaker 1: Behind the table, again to the west, in each corner
Speaker 1: are two additional chairs separated by a tall wrought iron
Speaker 1: and glass and knickknacked shelf. We have a brother with
Speaker 1: whom we were very close, who has passed away, and
Speaker 1: it seemed to us that every time we got together,
Speaker 1: little things would go bump in the night. They occurred
Speaker 1: so frequently that we often joked about it. In this trip,
Speaker 1: my sister told us as we sat around the table
Speaker 1: that her television was turning off and on by itself
Speaker 1: all day long. We laughed as she told us that
Speaker 1: her husband, who was an electrician and a good Baptist fellow,
Speaker 1: would quietly dismiss our ghost looking with a smile. Michelle
Speaker 1: was standing at the kitchen sink preparing things for dinner.
Speaker 1: Her husband was still at work. Judy and I sat
Speaker 1: at the table, Me on the north side of it
Speaker 1: and Judy on my right on the west side of it.
Speaker 1: While we were all laughing about teasing Michelle's husband, suddenly,
Speaker 1: out of nowhere, a drum roll began, almost like someone
Speaker 1: was standing in the entrance of the kitchen drum roll.
Speaker 1: It was really loud. It startled all of us, as
Speaker 1: you can imagine. I immediately looked to my left toward
Speaker 1: my sister and exclaimed, are you hearing this? I was
Speaker 1: afraid I was having a stroke or something. When I
Speaker 1: looked at Michelle, I saw her jaw was dropped and
Speaker 1: her eyes were wide open, and she had the most
Speaker 1: shocked look on her face. Her eyes were fixed in
Speaker 1: the direction of Judy, so I quickly followed her gaze.
Speaker 1: In doing so, I got my first glimpse of Judy.
Speaker 1: She was wheeled around completely in her chair and was
Speaker 1: facing the knickknack shelf, so I immediately shifted my focus
Speaker 1: to that area as well. All along this time, the
Speaker 1: drum roll continued and was still deafening, And that's when
Speaker 1: I saw the unbelievable that Judy and Michelle were fixed upon.
Speaker 1: On the shelf at eye level. With Judy lay a
Speaker 1: crystal about four inches long, round, like a small log,
Speaker 1: about an inch or so in diameter. It was levitating
Speaker 1: up off the glass shelf about an inch. The crystal
Speaker 1: was vibrating so that each end of it was alternately
Speaker 1: hitting the glass shelf, and it was doing this with
Speaker 1: such fury and speed that it was the source of
Speaker 1: the drum sound. The incredible nature of what was going
Speaker 1: on was that as fast as that thing was hitting
Speaker 1: the glass, it was not damaging it at all. And
Speaker 1: then it was done right before us. It plopped down
Speaker 1: and remained motionless. But that's not the end of this event. Naturally,
Speaker 1: we all went nuts. Did you see that? Did you
Speaker 1: see that? We asked each other and answered yest almost simultaneously.
Speaker 1: We were flabbergasted. Once we all caught our collective breaths,
Speaker 1: we started chatting a mile a minute. It was me
Speaker 1: who said first. That had to be Chuck, our brother.
Speaker 1: This cost for further explanation. Chuck was an excellent drummer.
Speaker 1: We both belonged to the Green Sabers Drum and Bugle
Speaker 1: Corps from Schylerville, New York. I'm not sure how to
Speaker 1: pronounce that town. Growing up, he taught me to play
Speaker 1: the tenor drum first, and then the snare drum. We
Speaker 1: marched together in the inauguration parade for John F. Kennedy.
Speaker 1: We took high drum for the best drum line in
Speaker 1: the Canadian Championships one year, and we spent hour upon
Speaker 1: hour practicing on magazines that we would lay on my
Speaker 1: mother's coffee table. I knew it was him. And as
Speaker 1: soon as I said that, each of the lights and
Speaker 1: the chandelier above the table when it's bright as two
Speaker 1: hundred watt light bulbs, and then they dimmed normal. Immediately
Speaker 1: after this display, the light directly above me brightened and
Speaker 1: dimmed again three times, and then all was quiet. It
Speaker 1: was either my brother reaching out to us or something
Speaker 1: else trying to con events. It was him. I prefer
Speaker 1: the former. It was a joyous, albeit stunning experience. And
Speaker 1: now here is part two of my Sister's House. I've
Speaker 1: already shared some background Visa VI our trips to Nashville
Speaker 1: to see my sister, so I want reiterated here on
Speaker 1: one of our subsequent trips. Judy and I were invited
Speaker 1: down to house at Michelle's place while she and her
Speaker 1: husband were attending the US Open in New York City.
Speaker 1: Her husband is a wonderful tennis player. I once was,
Speaker 1: but football injuries in Vietnam and a broken knee ended
Speaker 1: that pastime for me. We arrived on Friday afternoon and
Speaker 1: immediately set about planning our itinerary for Saturday. We planned
Speaker 1: on spending the day on the lake, since I brought
Speaker 1: my boat along. We would get off the water early
Speaker 1: enough to rest up, maybe take a short nap, and
Speaker 1: then head downtown to dinner and hit a few clubs.
Speaker 1: We executed our plan the next day. We enjoyed a
Speaker 1: great dinner in Nashville, and we found ourselves in a
Speaker 1: few clubs dancing and listening to music, and concluded the
Speaker 1: evening with a horse and buggy tour of the city.
Speaker 1: The primary difference between youth and age is the stamina
Speaker 1: to do what the brain wants to, and though we
Speaker 1: planned on an evening well into the wee hours of
Speaker 1: the morning, age dictated a return home about eleven PM.
Speaker 1: The second floor of the house was a balcony that
Speaker 1: completely encircles the downstairs living room. So we retired to
Speaker 1: the bed as soon as we got back home, and
Speaker 1: we fell asleep as soon as we laid down. It
Speaker 1: had been a full day for us on the lake
Speaker 1: and on the town, and we were beat I rarely
Speaker 1: sleep on my back, but this night I did because
Speaker 1: Judy fell asleep on her left side facing me, her
Speaker 1: right arm across my chest, and I couldn't move if
Speaker 1: I wanted to with out waking her, so I just
Speaker 1: laid there until I apparently fell asleep. At three o'clock
Speaker 1: in the morning, I felt a stabbing pain, now maybe
Speaker 1: a scratching kind of pain on my right thigh. It
Speaker 1: not only woke me up, but it startled me at
Speaker 1: the same time. I am and have always been since
Speaker 1: I returned from Vietnam. I'm a very light sleeper. When
Speaker 1: I woke, I jumped as well, and this woke Judy
Speaker 1: out of reflex. I immediately accused her, Why did you
Speaker 1: do that? Do what? She said? Why did you scratch me?
Speaker 1: Was it your ring? Lights came on and we began
Speaker 1: to search for what happened. My right thigh had about
Speaker 1: an eight inch fresh scratch that started at the outer
Speaker 1: edge just below my hip and ended above the inside
Speaker 1: of my knee. It was bleeding just a bit, so
Speaker 1: we knew it was fresh. And then Judy said, my
Speaker 1: rings were on my left hand, which is beneath me
Speaker 1: when you woke me, our right hand was holding onto
Speaker 1: your shirt collar. I sure didn't do that. I must
Speaker 1: admit that we were a little rattle. So we got
Speaker 1: up and we went downstairs to have some hot chocolate.
Speaker 1: We plopped down on the love seat, which is located
Speaker 1: almost under the balcony that leads to the guest room,
Speaker 1: and when we sat down, it started a cocktail party,
Speaker 1: clinking glasses, multiple voices, and a room full of conversations
Speaker 1: and laughter coming from overhead emanated from the bedroom we
Speaker 1: had just vacated. Needless to say, we slept on the
Speaker 1: love seat that night and changed bedrooms for the rest
Speaker 1: of our stay. These are just two of the events
Speaker 1: of many that we've experienced, including full bodied entities. We
Speaker 1: know paranormal investigations are popular and indeed fun, and we
Speaker 1: all liked being scared, something in our natures, I expect,
Speaker 1: but we would issue the same that we got all
Speaker 1: those years ago. If one moves forward, be prepared for
Speaker 1: the footsteps in your halls, So I'm not going to
Speaker 1: ask you to believe me. Heck, if I didn't live
Speaker 1: through it, I wouldn't believe this either. But in the
Speaker 1: nineteen eighties, I was in the United States Marine Corps.
Speaker 1: I was a recon marine. We were in the jungles
Speaker 1: of Nicaragua, and my rifle squad was tasked to man
Speaker 1: a listening post in the jungle. We arrived at our
Speaker 1: position in the early evening and began to set up
Speaker 1: our defensive positions. By nightfall, we were ready to settle
Speaker 1: in and listen for any troop movement in our area.
Speaker 1: Around two am, we heard something big moving in our direction.
Speaker 1: We were all on high alert. As we sat still
Speaker 1: and quiet, my E four got my attention and pointed
Speaker 1: directly in front of me and said, Serge, what the
Speaker 1: hell is that. I looked in the direction that he pointed.
Speaker 1: What I saw was what I can only call a demon.
Speaker 1: It was eight or nine feet tall and had to
Speaker 1: weigh four hundred pounds. It had the head of the
Speaker 1: largest wolf I had ever seen in the most powerful
Speaker 1: body I've seen on any animal. I'm a lifelong hunter,
Speaker 1: and I've seen a lot of animals. The eyes of
Speaker 1: this thing still haunt me. They were glowing red. They
Speaker 1: were like fires. What happened next was World War three.
Speaker 1: We opened up with everything we had, and all we
Speaker 1: did was back it up. We never even knocked it down,
Speaker 1: We just backed it up. The firefight lasted for fifteen minutes,
Speaker 1: and the beast was trying to flank us and we
Speaker 1: were trying not to get flanked. There was a point
Speaker 1: that my sawgunner yelled out that if the saw didn't stop,
Speaker 1: we were going to be toast. But as fast as
Speaker 1: it had started, it was over, and the beast hit
Speaker 1: the jungle and we hit the ami boxes. The rest
Speaker 1: of the night was quiet, I mean real quiet. There
Speaker 1: were no sounds, no insects, animals, human, there was nothing.
Speaker 1: The next morning we returned to the AO. My captain
Speaker 1: asked for a report hesitantly, I gave him the honest report.
Speaker 1: Cap left the tenth for twenty minutes and then came
Speaker 1: back and called my squad together. He was laughing at
Speaker 1: us when he informed us that the Core was aware
Speaker 1: that we were attacked by a jungle bear. I interrupted, hey, Cap,
Speaker 1: this is Nicaragua. They don't have jungle bears here, nor
Speaker 1: would they be that size. Okay, smart ass, then maybe
Speaker 1: it was a possum. But according to the powers that be,
Speaker 1: it was not, and I repeat, it was not a creature.
Speaker 1: That means you, sergeant, Do you get me? Yes, sir,
Speaker 1: it was a possum. I got it. This is only
Speaker 1: the second time that I've told this story. The other
Speaker 1: was to my wife. Please don't relay my name, just
Speaker 1: call me sergeant. Thanks. Brother, keep up the good work.