Speaker 1: Here's a series of bigfoot encounters. I thought you all
might like, All, right, here we go, Here we go.
There's a place called Nimblewell inside the Chattahoochee National Forest.
Every summer when I was growing up, my nanny would
take all seven of us grandkids camping there for a
week at a time. Normally there wasn't anyone else at
any of these camping spots, so we ran barefoot all
over the place. We caught crawdads and salamanders and trout
on cane poles. Our parents would probably have a fit
if they knew she let us go away from the
camp without an adult. But we were little heathen rednecks,
and she knew that if someone took us, they wouldn't
keep us long. Oh that's a good one. I've never
heard that before. That's a great one. In the evenings,
my parents and our papa would come up after work
and stay the night with us so that no one
tried anything. One of those nights, my cousins and I
decided that we weren't ready to go to bed. When
everyone got in the tents and went to bed, we
stayed up playing cards. But it was hard to stay
quiet when we started giggling and laughing. There were so
many other noises from bugs and the creek that the
rest of our family probably didn't even hear us. Well.
There we were in the middle of the night, giggling
our butts off, when all of a sudden, something across
the creek let out a holler. We both shut up
and froze, and we noticed we couldn't hear any bugs
or sounds of the night besides the creek. It screamed again,
and then it screamed another time. At first we thought
it was someone on drugs or something lost out there
in the woods. We turned on the radio and put
our chairs side by side and we kept playing cards.
About ten or fifteen minutes later, that thing yelled again
and again, but this time it was right across the
creek and it was much closer to us. My cousin
turned the radio off and we boastood up and looked
in the direction of the noise, trying to see something,
but it was pitch black. Our papa's truck was part
facing the creek, about thirty feet to the right of us.
I told my cousin that if it screamed again, we
would run to the truck, turn the bright lights on
and scare it away. About that time, it let out
a scream so loud, and it's a miracle it didn't
wake everybody up. We took off. We jumped in the
driver's side of the truck and slammed the doors and
we locked them. We flipped the lights on and watched
them light up the creek, but we didn't see anything.
We decided that if we saw or heard it again,
we would lay on the horn and we would wake
everybody up. The next thing we knew, it was morning,
and Papa knocked on the truck window and he woke
us up. We had to unlock the door manually because
we ran the battery dead and running the lights all night.
As soon as the door was open, we both started
talking at the same time, trying to tell them what
had happened. When Nanny got us calm down and said
it was probably a black panther or a bobcat, they
were glad that we were okay, but they were mad
because we left them to die. We went on about
our day, but that night we made sure to go
to bed with everybody else. I'm not sure exactly what
scared us that night, I just know that we were terrified.
In April of twenty and fifteen, I was staying with
a friend who lived near the Chattahoochee National Forest. The
house was right on the road and the back of
the house butted up to the bottom of a cow pasture.
Across the road was another cow pasture that bordered the forest. Well.
My friend was out of town, so it was just
my dog and me for the weekend. It was Saturday night.
It was around three in the morning, and I was
lying in bed, listening into the dead quiet of the night,
trying to fall asleep, when all of a sudden I
heard a roar come from across the road in the pasture.
It was like nothing I had ever heard, and I
stood up and walked to the front door and opened
it so I could hear better. As soon as the
door was opened, all the hair on my body stood
up and the chills ran down my spine. My dog
was next to me, whimpering with her tail tuck. Well,
the roaring stopped and then started again, and my dog
ran to my room. So I closed the door and
I found her under the bed, and it took all
I had to get her out from under there, I
put her under the covers with me and we lay
there listening, and the noise stopped after a few minutes.
And when we woke up the next morning, she refused
to go outside. I had to pick her up and
sit her outside to use the bathroom. I walked with
her around the house and I looked over toward the pasture.
The cows were grazing like they normally did. Later, my
friend's boyfriend said that I probably just heard a cow,
but I told her later in private that I thought
it was a bigfoot. She believed me. She told me
someone she knew from the area had seen one in
her backyard when she was a little girl, and to
this day she will not set foot in those woods. Then,
in November of twenty fifteen, I went hunting with my
boyfriend and his friend in Nimbleville. It was the second
time I had been hunting with him there. We went
in around three o'clock in the afternoon. When we parked
the truck and we started spraying on the liquid dirt.
His friend went up the logging road above the truck
and we took the other road down to the creek bottom.
Thirty minutes later, we got to the deer blind, which
was a little wooden hut. It was an old and
raggedy thing, but it had a roof on it in
case it rained. We were fifteen feet or so from
the creek bank, which was to the right of us,
and to the left were pines, but not too thick
because we could see a good way through them. The
road bed was back behind us, and we could have
seen or heard anything that would have come through there.
A little while before dark, I got a whiff of
something awful. It smelled like a musky, wet dog, mixed
with trash and crap. I looked at my boyfriend and
I whispered, did you do that? He laughed and said no,
but he smelled it too. He thought it may have
been a bear, But I had caught the scent of
plenty of bears before, and none of them had smelled
remotely this bad. The smell only got stronger, and it
was so thick that I felt like I could cut
through it with a knife. And we both looked around,
white eyed, trying to see what it was. When my
boyfriend said, do you hear that? At this point I
realized that everything had gone quiet. It didn't make sense
how something that smells so bad had gotten so close
to us without us seeing or hearing it. But that
was it for us. My boyfriend told me that it
was time to go. My boyfriend stepped out of the
blind first and held the door open for me. I
carried the backpack. He strapped the rifle over his shoulder,
and we started walking back the way we came. Our
eyes had managed to adjust to the light, so we
didn't pull our flashlights out yet. As soon as we
got to the logging road, we heard a twig snap
in front of us. We froze. My boyfriend took my
hand and he said, if it gets too close, I'm
on fire warning shot, but you keep walking. We both
knew what it was, but neither of us said it
out loud. We still had a twenty minute walk up
hill to get to the truck and no phone servers
to call his friends. Another stick broke ahead of us,
but the sound wasn't like someone had stepped on it.
It was like someone was taking sticks and snapping them
on purpose. At one point, my boyfriend stopped and turned
the flashlight on. He shined it down the road because
he thought he had seen something standing in the middle
of the road, and then another stick broke, and my
boyfriend got between me and the woodline and he handed
me the light and he took the gun off his shoulder.
We started walking again, and every twenty feet or so
a stick broke. Whatever it was, it was paralleling us
as we walked up the hill, and we were terrified.
When we finally got to the truck, we didn't even
take anything off, we just jumped in. My boyfriend told
his friend that we needed to get out of there fast,
but he didn't tell him what happened, and we never
talked about that thing again. What scared me the most
was how it got so close to us and the
deer blind without making any noise, no twigs snapping or
sticks breaking until we got out of the blind, and
when it did make noise, it felt intentional, like it
was trying to scare us. Then, in September of twenty eighteen,
my husband and I bought a house and some land
in the same town that we grew up in. We
have a pond in two creeks, and our land butts
up to one hundred acres that no one lives on.
Occasionally someone hunts the land, but we have never seen
anyone there. When we first moved there, I would leave
the house at five forty five am to go to work.
We have emotions, sins or light on all the porches.
One morning, I was surprised to see that the lights
were on at that side of the house. That morning,
I walked down to the passenger side of my car
and I began putting my bags in. I thought I
had heard something by the porch where the lights were on,
but my husband's truck was parked in the way, so
I couldn't see it well. I stood there for a
moment listening. It was the sound of something walking on gravel.
It was loud, and it scared me, so I immediately
jumped into the passenger side of the car and I
locked the doors. I climbed over to the driver's side
and turned my car on and I flipped the brides on.
I was about to call my husband, but I decided
against it and I just drove off to work. A
few nights later, it was eleven PM. I let my
three dogs out before we went to bed. I walked
with them over to the woodline, and right away I
smelled that same awful scent that I smelled hunting in
the blind a few years before, and the memories came
flooding back, and I called my dogs in quickly. When
we got inside, I told my husband that something was
out there. He grabbed his gun and his head lamp
and his coon light and we ran outside. Now we
didn't see anything, but we could hear something heavily walking
through the woods away. The woods around our house are
pine trees and laurel thickets everywhere you look. My husband
said it was probably a deer, and we went back
in the house. Two nights later, I heard heavy footsteps
in the woods again, but this time it was more
than one. It sounded like heavy people walking on two legs,
and the smell lingered in the air. My husband said
it was deer again, and for me to stop being paranoid.
He's a straight up mountain man, and he is hunted,
and he's run raccoons and hogs and bears most of
his life. He's been all over these hills and haulers
running dogs and has never seen or heard a bigfoot,
so until he does, they are not real to him.
One Sunday morning, it was just getting daylight, and I
got up. I left the dogs out. Our pond is
fifteen yards from our front porch. On the other side
of the pond is an old logging road that comes
down to our driveway, and it's thick with bushes and trees,
and you can't see the road across the pond unless
it's wintertime. I stepped off the porch and I thought
I heard someone talking over behind the pond. My first
thought was that someone had snuck down here to go
fishing on our property, so I started walking toward the water.
My other dogs came running from behind me and went
in the same direction. Now about that time, another noise
came from the same area. I never heard anything like
that before in my life. It was loud, and it
was high pitched, and it sounded like chattering. I froze
and my hair stood up on in. The dogs froze
and their ears perked up. Then the same noise came
from the woods back behind my house. I was pregnant
at that time, so I turned around and I waddled
myself as fast as I could back into the house,
and I woke up my husband and I told him
something was out there, but as usual, he just looked
at me like I was crazy. In June, I heard
wood knocking from the property that meets ours, but of
course my husband didn't hear it. I went exploring a
couple of weeks ago, and I found some tree structures
on our property that look to have been there a while.
I think there are more sosquats than we think, and
that they move around. My husband might not believe me,
but I think that they were curious and we're checking
us out when we first moved in to see what
we were like. Okay, well that's a pretty good story.
That's a she has never seen anything. She just hears
noises in the woods and she just assumes it's a bigfoot.
I have to be honest, and this is nothing against
this woman. I can tell by the way she writes
she's probably got a great sense of humor. But I
might be like her husband and just say, you're just
turning this noise into something you think is scary, and
it's just a regular noise. I'm not trying to debunk
that this is or isn't bigfoot. I'm just saying that
unless you see it or some kind of evidence of it. Now,
she does have some evidence it's the odors, which her
description of that odor was pretty funny, and then she
blamed it on her boyfriend. That's a classic. But I
don't know. It's like I have to see something. And
I've told you all before, I've never even seen with
my own eyes any kind of sign of any kind
of monster living in the woods ever, ever, And I'm
out there every day. I'm in Mississippi. I'm not up
in the mountains in the Chattahoochee National Forest, and maybe
they don't live here. I don't know. But one thing
I did was love her story. She is a good writer,
and she's really expressing serious concerns that she has in
a real legible way, and it's not funny. I wouldn't
laugh at her. But I think if the woman was
I could just see her sitting across from me in
a lawn chair across a fire, telling a bunch of
people this story and getting real animated about it, you know,
and and getting mad because her husband doesn't believe her.
But I think y'all know what I'm saying. But I
read them all. I love the story. I love the
way it was written, and I think she may be
onto something, but maybe not. Anyway, short podcast, I hope
you guys liked it and we'll see you on the
next one. Thanks