Speaker 1: I live in Kluyd County in North Wales, United Kingdom.
Speaker 1: I'm lucky to live in such a beautiful place, surrounded
Speaker 1: by hills and woodland and an abundance of farms. We
Speaker 1: also have a lot of paved roads that lead to
Speaker 1: the more secluded areas. There was a spot on one
Speaker 1: of these narrow roads to nowhere that I and my
Speaker 1: friend Scott liked to go where we could chill out
Speaker 1: and enjoy some good banter and good chap. The spot
Speaker 1: we frequented was a lay by about a third of
Speaker 1: the way up a damaged road with a steep incline
Speaker 1: and many hairpin turns as it snaked in an s
Speaker 1: up the side of a small mountain. The road was
Speaker 1: edged with forty to fifty foot conifers, some ash in
Speaker 1: a few large oaks. Just off the road was a
Speaker 1: large piece of woodland. I say large because on our
Speaker 1: tiny island, three hundred acres is large. On this stretch
Speaker 1: of where there are no street lights. Homes were few
Speaker 1: and far between and were in set back, so any
Speaker 1: lights from them didn't reach the road. It was dark
Speaker 1: as dark can be out there at night. One fall evening,
Speaker 1: Scott and I visited our usual spot with another friend
Speaker 1: we called Jack. We had been there maybe an hour,
Speaker 1: paying no mind to any of the surrounding area outside
Speaker 1: of the white ninety two Nissan Murker we had bundled into.
Speaker 1: We were laughing and having a good time, just enjoying
Speaker 1: each other's company. We hadn't even noticed how quiet the
Speaker 1: woods were. Suddenly the inside of the car went silent
Speaker 1: as well. Everyone stopped talking and Scott reached past the
Speaker 1: steering wheel to silence the radio. We were all sure
Speaker 1: we had heard something really close. A thud made me
Speaker 1: wind down the window on the passenger side to listen.
Speaker 1: That was when I realized I couldn't hear anything in
Speaker 1: the woods. We have an abundance of why life in
Speaker 1: this area, another reason I feel so lucky to live here.
Speaker 1: There are rabbits and squirrels, red fox, badger, deer owls,
Speaker 1: and other birds of prey like kite and buzzards. At
Speaker 1: that moment, none of them were making a sound. Not
Speaker 1: even the insects could be heard. The only noise that
Speaker 1: broke the silence was the light rustling that was coming
Speaker 1: from a field that was situated up a steep embankment
Speaker 1: just to our left. It was coming from the other
Speaker 1: side of the field. We thought nothing of it until
Speaker 1: we heard another thud right next to my open window.
Speaker 1: A rock the size of a small melon had been
Speaker 1: thrown with great power and even more impressive accuracy towards
Speaker 1: us and landed a couple of feet short of the vehicle.
Speaker 1: It hit the ground so violently that I was sprayed
Speaker 1: with muddy rain water right into my face. That was it.
Speaker 1: My window came up. Not that a window would have
Speaker 1: stood a chant against a rock that size, but it
Speaker 1: made me feel better knowing there was something between us
Speaker 1: and whatever had just hurled a thirty pound rock. We
Speaker 1: were considering our options, which in all honesty shouldn't have
Speaker 1: taken as long as it did. It was obvious that
Speaker 1: we should have just gotten the heck out of Dodge
Speaker 1: at that very moment, but for some reason we stalled
Speaker 1: on making our getaway. I looked up and out of
Speaker 1: the front window, and then quickly hushed the others, telling
Speaker 1: them to look dead ahead. Our car was pointed as
Speaker 1: though we would drive straight up the hill to the
Speaker 1: next hairpin that was perhaps fifty feet away. The inclined
Speaker 1: put the gravel level at about ten to twelve feet
Speaker 1: higher than we were. We all saw it. Rather, we
Speaker 1: saw its eyes, two big, round, amber colored eyes, hovered
Speaker 1: about six inches apart and what I estimated to be
Speaker 1: some eleven feet off the ground. This thing must have
Speaker 1: been immense in height and stature. I have always been
Speaker 1: a bit big for my boots, with a chip on
Speaker 1: my shoulder, A naturally brave person. It helps, being five
Speaker 1: foot ten and two hundred and thirty pounds of muscle
Speaker 1: from manual farm work and many hours in the gym.
Speaker 1: Jack isn't a small guy either, standing six feet tall
Speaker 1: and weighing around two hundred and fifteen pounds, but Scott
Speaker 1: was a mere five ten and one hundred and seventy pounds.
Speaker 1: Being the brave boy I am, I got out of
Speaker 1: the car to get a better look. Scott and Jack
Speaker 1: were both yelling, what the hell are you doing? Jake,
Speaker 1: come back, get back in here. We need to leave.
Speaker 1: I gave them a soft hush and started to slowly
Speaker 1: make my way up towards the eye shine. Maybe I
Speaker 1: was hoping it was an owl perched on a low branch.
Speaker 1: As I got nearer, I realized this wasn't the case.
Speaker 1: I started to make out the creature's outline, and as
Speaker 1: I did, I stopped dead in my tracks. This thing
Speaker 1: was enormous. I was now maybe thirty feet away from it,
Speaker 1: and I could see that it had short but very
Speaker 1: thick legs, a long body, and thick long arms. If
Speaker 1: it had a neck, it was half an inch long.
Speaker 1: Either that or its shoulder muscles were the size of
Speaker 1: a grown pig. It was easily ten or eleven feet
Speaker 1: tall and four to five feet wide at the shoulders.
Speaker 1: I just stared as it made a low huff with
Speaker 1: every breath. That was when I turned from a big,
Speaker 1: brave boy to a scared little girl and started walking
Speaker 1: backwards towards the car. I got back in and quietly
Speaker 1: said drive. There was a pause before he reacted, but
Speaker 1: before Scott could turn the key in the ignition, we
Speaker 1: heard another thud. There was another rock, slightly smaller than
Speaker 1: the last, and it had been thrown and fell just
Speaker 1: shy of the vehicle. This time, I screamed at Scott,
Speaker 1: just drive, Scott, and he did. Never before has a
Speaker 1: one thousand cc hatchback been driven so quickly. Fair play
Speaker 1: to Scott for the previous unseen skill. Thinking about it now,
Speaker 1: I don't think whatever this creature was wanted to hurt us.
Speaker 1: It just wanted us to go. Mission accomplished and we
Speaker 1: got out, Nor did we return to this spot for
Speaker 1: several weeks. I had another encounter with this thing, and
Speaker 1: it happened some months later in a different area of
Speaker 1: our surrounding woodlands, but only two miles or so from
Speaker 1: the spot I visited with Scott and Jack. I was
Speaker 1: hiking alone in the springtime near a derelic castle called
Speaker 1: gerich Garrick Castle. I'm sure I got that wrong. It
Speaker 1: has been long abandoned, though many attempts have been made
Speaker 1: to restore the castle. It was in the middle of
Speaker 1: the afternoon, with many hours of daylight left. I'd heard
Speaker 1: stories of dogs going missing here, but I figured they
Speaker 1: just ran off and never found their owners, as it
Speaker 1: is a large area. However, I found evidence to suggest otherwise.
Speaker 1: I came across a small black fur At first I
Speaker 1: thought it was a locals farm sheep that had strayed
Speaker 1: and perhaps caught its wool on the brush. As I
Speaker 1: got closer, I realized it was fur and not wool.
Speaker 1: A little further up the trail I found some more
Speaker 1: a lot more a full labrador's coat of black fur.
Speaker 1: There were a few bones lick clean. Some had been splintered,
Speaker 1: as if bitten with great force. I started to get
Speaker 1: the feeling that I was being watched. That's when I
Speaker 1: heard a loud wood on wood not I shot to
Speaker 1: an upright stance and stared intently in the direction from
Speaker 1: which it came. But I saw nothing. After my previous
Speaker 1: encounter several months earlier, I wanted nothing to do with this.
Speaker 1: I turned back into the frightened little girl again. I
Speaker 1: spun around and high tailed it back down the trail
Speaker 1: and broke the tree line faster than I knew I could. Lily, Hush, Lily,
Speaker 1: quick barking, Lily, Oh my gosh, this dog. That's my
Speaker 1: little pug. She won't shut up. She barks at everything.
Speaker 1: I'm sorry to interrupt this story. I spun around and
Speaker 1: tailed it back down the trail and broke from the
Speaker 1: tree line faster than I knew I could. I've told
Speaker 1: no one about these two encounters until now. Neither Scott
Speaker 1: nor Jack have spoken of it either. I didn't even
Speaker 1: tell them about the second encounter, nor have I had
Speaker 1: another encounter or seen any signs of it since in
Speaker 1: my mind. There's nothing that is going to tell me otherwise.
Speaker 1: Although I thought bigfoot Sasquatchannetti lived in North America and Russia,
Speaker 1: I know now that they are on UK soil as well.
Speaker 1: Bigfoot lives in my town discreetly and quietly, without being
Speaker 1: seen or heard by the majority of people. I hope
Speaker 1: to God that it stays that way. I grew up
Speaker 1: in North Texas, where my dad, my brother, and I
Speaker 1: used to chuckle about my grandmother always talking about Bigfoot.
Speaker 1: She was from Oklahoma. Although we have no records to
Speaker 1: prove it, we believe she was Choctaw Indian. Her name
Speaker 1: was Annis Nation. We always thought she was off her rocker.
Speaker 1: That is until one weekend when I was in high school,
Speaker 1: I went deer hunting with my dad and brother. We
Speaker 1: were out at a deer lease just west of Jacksonboro, Texas.
Speaker 1: Dad had his truck and we were staying in one
Speaker 1: of those pop up crank style campers. Each end of
Speaker 1: the camper folded out, forming the twin sized beds where
Speaker 1: we slept. The walls, if they could be called that,
Speaker 1: were made of heavy duty cellophane style plastic. They were
Speaker 1: not clear, which allowed for little privacy, but in the evening,
Speaker 1: light and motion could be seen inside the camper. We
Speaker 1: didn't have much luck hunting our last day there, so
Speaker 1: we all crashed relatively early. Dad was sleeping at one
Speaker 1: end and my brother and I were sleeping at the other.
Speaker 1: Sometime in the night, I was awakened when I felt
Speaker 1: the camper shake a little. My Dad and brother were
Speaker 1: both sound sleepers, I'm not. It took a moment to
Speaker 1: register that I had felt something, but it was late,
Speaker 1: and I was tired, and I was only half awake.
Speaker 1: I blew it off and tried to go back to sleep.
Speaker 1: A few minutes later, the camper shook violently. This time
Speaker 1: I was wide awake. I looked around me as an
Speaker 1: uneasy feeling crept over me. I was trying to figure
Speaker 1: out what could have made the camper shake. When it
Speaker 1: shook again. I was mentally searching for an explanation while
Speaker 1: trying to contain my panic. When it shook a third time.
Speaker 1: Every few seconds. Now it was rocking as some some
Speaker 1: one we're trying to get the last nut out of
Speaker 1: the bag of airplane peanuts. Uneasiness jumped to fear when
Speaker 1: I saw the silhouette of something on the side of
Speaker 1: the camper, perfectly outlined by the full moon, was something ginormous.
Speaker 1: I could clearly see the shape of its head on
Speaker 1: top of its massive shoulders that had to be five
Speaker 1: or six feet wide. The top of the camper was
Speaker 1: eight feet tall. We were all well over six feet tall,
Speaker 1: and we could all stand easily inside the camper. Add
Speaker 1: to that fact that it sat a couple of feet
Speaker 1: off the ground. But the head on this silhouette outside
Speaker 1: of the camper was at the top of the camper
Speaker 1: when it pressed up against the camper, as if it
Speaker 1: were trying to see in. I glassed at my brother
Speaker 1: next to me and my dad across the way. I
Speaker 1: was mortified to see that they were both sleeping like
Speaker 1: babies through the whole thing. I was too terrified to
Speaker 1: move or make a sound. There were several thirty six
Speaker 1: rifles close by, but I sincerely believe none of them
Speaker 1: would put a dent in that thing. All I could
Speaker 1: do was lie there and hope that it would eventually
Speaker 1: go away. I guess it finally decided there wasn't anything
Speaker 1: of interest inside the camper, at least not anything worth
Speaker 1: tearing it open to get at, and it wandered off,
Speaker 1: not seeing it didn't provide the relief one might expect.
Speaker 1: I was awake until daybreak That morning. I went out
Speaker 1: and looked around where it had been standing. There was
Speaker 1: a greasy face print on top of the plastic covering.
Speaker 1: I didn't mention it to my dad or my brother,
Speaker 1: and that was the last time I ever went honting.
Speaker 1: There are still many things in this world that we
Speaker 1: don't know about. Bigfoot is one of them. With tens
Speaker 1: of thousands of encounters, we can't all be mistaken or lying.
Speaker 1: If the government knows about them and comes out and
Speaker 1: says they are real, it will cause a lot of problems,
Speaker 1: affect everything from the national parks to the oil and
Speaker 1: timber industries. I also believe some of these things are
Speaker 1: dangerous and have killed people. But if the government doesn't
Speaker 1: know about them or doesn't admit they exist, how many
Speaker 1: more people will die? I have a couple of pretty
Speaker 1: tame encounters I'd like to share. In twenty fifteen, I
Speaker 1: moved to Montana. I'd always loved the idea of living
Speaker 1: in the mountains and exploring in nature. By twenty and sixteen,
Speaker 1: i'd finally become a resident and was chomping at the
Speaker 1: bit to go on my first deer hunt up in
Speaker 1: Little Bear Canyons south of Bozeman. I'd driven up the
Speaker 1: ten mile access road using my spotting scope. Along the way,
Speaker 1: i'd spotted a really nice buck mule deer along with
Speaker 1: a few dos up on the side of Wheeler Mountain.
Speaker 1: I parked at the base, partially blocking an ATV trail
Speaker 1: to let people know the area was occupied. I walked
Speaker 1: for about a mile and then tested the wind. I
Speaker 1: figured if I went straight for them, they'd catch my
Speaker 1: scent and my hunt would be over for the day.
Speaker 1: I decided to make my way around the mountain above
Speaker 1: them and come down from the top. After about three
Speaker 1: hours of stalking carefully making sure not to spook anything
Speaker 1: else that would alert the deer to my presence, I
Speaker 1: finally made it to the top. It was very thickly
Speaker 1: forced it to one side, so I decided to stick
Speaker 1: close to that tree line for cover while I worked
Speaker 1: my way down to the deer. When I got to
Speaker 1: thirty yards from the trees, I began hearing some kind
Speaker 1: of grunting. I stopped, thinking maybe it was a bear
Speaker 1: or some other large creature. I couldn't make out the
Speaker 1: sound very well, but whatever it was definitely new. I
Speaker 1: was there and was walking towards it. I took a
Speaker 1: knee and I listened. It had grunted off and on
Speaker 1: for about five minutes when I heard what sounded like
Speaker 1: a large branch breaking. Now I was thinking it might
Speaker 1: be a moose. Everything went dead silent. I checked the
Speaker 1: place where I'd last seen the deer to see if
Speaker 1: they were still there, and they were, but now they
Speaker 1: were looking in my direction. I remained down on one knee,
Speaker 1: not moving in an inch, and began slowing my breath
Speaker 1: to try to keep calm. I thought whatever it was
Speaker 1: would looten's interest in me and move off. I looked
Speaker 1: back over the tree line, squinting to try and locate
Speaker 1: the source of all the noise. The sun was up
Speaker 1: all the way by now, warming my cheeks against the
Speaker 1: frosty air. It was seven am. Shadows were casting everywhere
Speaker 1: in the forest. Another five minutes passed since I'd heard
Speaker 1: the limb snap, and I hadn't seen anything else, so
Speaker 1: I turned my attention back to the deer. I didn't
Speaker 1: want to walk into the forest after all that noise,
Speaker 1: so I looked for a different route to get down
Speaker 1: to them. I saw one game trail that was my
Speaker 1: best bet, and, due to the fresh layer of snow
Speaker 1: that had fallen that morning, my least slippery option. Unfortunately,
Speaker 1: it took me closer to the thick forest. With my
Speaker 1: hand resting on the grip of my side arm, I
Speaker 1: started walking towards the trail. I was only ten yards
Speaker 1: from the trees when a perfectly healthy, maybe eight inch
Speaker 1: in diameter lodge pole pine fell across the trail that
Speaker 1: I was planning to take. At this point, I was
Speaker 1: feeling nervous, so I decided maybe something or someone was
Speaker 1: just saying this isn't your day. And since sound of
Speaker 1: the crashing tree had sent the deer bounding over the
Speaker 1: next ridge, I made the decision to not test whatever
Speaker 1: it was stopping me. I turned around and went back
Speaker 1: to my truck, following the same way that I had
Speaker 1: come in. I have a great respect for nature and conservation.
Speaker 1: I've hunted deer since I've been old enough to hunt
Speaker 1: on my own, and I listened very closely to what
Speaker 1: nature tond El Meet in twenty fifteen, and I only
Speaker 1: moved to Montana also got my CDL. Needless to say,
Speaker 1: I've spent a lot of time trucking in Montana, and
Speaker 1: here's my second encounter. At the beginning of twenty nineteen,
Speaker 1: in early February, I was asked to hol a load
Speaker 1: of hay down to Utah Idaho state line. The weather
Speaker 1: was bad the night before, so I decided to leave
Speaker 1: a couple hours later than usual to allow the road
Speaker 1: crews time to stand the roads. It was nine eighteen am,
Speaker 1: and I will never forget it. I was almost thirty
Speaker 1: miles south of Enis, Montana, going about forty five miles
Speaker 1: an hour. The roads were still a little slick, and
Speaker 1: I was taking my time in being careful. I was
Speaker 1: almost to the point where the road parallels to Madison River.
Speaker 1: As I rounded the bend, I looked down into the
Speaker 1: clearing across the river, and there it was. It was
Speaker 1: about one hundred and fifty yards from the road, covered
Speaker 1: in black hair from head to toe. It was walking
Speaker 1: back towards the forest, but it stopped and turned to
Speaker 1: look back at me. Its shoulders were extremely broad and
Speaker 1: it was incredibly tall. Its hair was blowing in the
Speaker 1: wind that was coming off the canyon. I had a
Speaker 1: perfect view of it. There was no question about what
Speaker 1: I was seeing. There was a small mound up ahead
Speaker 1: that was going to block my view for a split second,
Speaker 1: so I slowed down. When I came to the mound,
Speaker 1: I decided if I saw it again on the other side,
Speaker 1: I was going to stop and try to take a picture.
Speaker 1: And it was still there, but running towards the forest. Now,
Speaker 1: by the count of three, it had covered the roughly
Speaker 1: two hundred yards from the river to the forest, and
Speaker 1: it was gone. I called a friend of mine who
Speaker 1: lives in Indiana. First. He's a strong believer in bigfoot,
Speaker 1: and I told him what I saw. He said, finally,
Speaker 1: I'm not alone. I've always loved movies and stories about bigfoot.
Speaker 1: My wife and I often talked about the possibilities of
Speaker 1: seeing one. She's somewhat of a believer, so I called
Speaker 1: her next. I had debated about telling her for a
Speaker 1: good reason, and our conversation went something like this, good morning, darling,
Speaker 1: You'll never believe what I just saw. Really, what did
Speaker 1: you see? I finally saw a bigfoot? She started to
Speaker 1: laugh at me. Yeah, right, No, seriously, Look, I want
Speaker 1: to believe you. Any other time I would have if
Speaker 1: you hadn't been watching Bigfoot documentaries all weekend. Crickets started chirping.
Speaker 1: We love to go back to this conversation. We like
Speaker 1: to tease each other about it, but I don't think
Speaker 1: she will ever believe me until she sees one for herself. Unfortunately,
Speaker 1: we may never go back to where I saw it.
Speaker 1: We recently moved to Texas from my work. Hopefully, one day,
Speaker 1: on one of our mountain excursions, we will get another
Speaker 1: glimpse at one of these amazing creatures. Mhm