Speaker 1: I was appointed as the pastor of the Ardmore Church
Speaker 1: of God in nineteen eighty five. I had been doing
Speaker 1: my ministerial internship at the church when I won the appointment,
Speaker 1: so I was familiar with the church and it's, shall
Speaker 1: we say, peculiar stories that surrounded it. The pastor's residence
Speaker 1: was a twenty eight foot by twenty eight foot apartment
Speaker 1: attached to the north end of the church building, and
Speaker 1: that became home to me, my wife, and our three children.
Speaker 1: The residence was separated from the church sanctuary by a
Speaker 1: large combination dining hall and kitchen that was used for
Speaker 1: church functions. A classroom lay between the kitchen and the sanctuary,
Speaker 1: and between the dining area and the sanctuary was my office.
Speaker 1: The departing pastor and his wife reported that the big
Speaker 1: room had a creepy feel to it. They avoided the
Speaker 1: room whenever possible, and especially in the dark. They were
Speaker 1: very strong Christians, So why did they not investigate the
Speaker 1: source of their feelings or why were they afraid? It
Speaker 1: remains a mystery to me. Perhaps that's not saying much
Speaker 1: for the Christian faith, but we don't all live up
Speaker 1: to the perfect ideal, especially when we are scared, but
Speaker 1: what can I say? My own wife and children refused
Speaker 1: to enter the room after dark, and it took a
Speaker 1: great deal of coaxing to get the kids to go
Speaker 1: in there at all. There were times they exited the
Speaker 1: residence and walked around the outside of the church to
Speaker 1: go into the sanctuary. They said the room was haunted
Speaker 1: and it felt like they were being watched by unfriendly eyes.
Speaker 1: I admit there was something I didn't know exactly what
Speaker 1: was going on. The church was well known for its
Speaker 1: history of dissension and rather troublesome members who embraced odd doctrines.
Speaker 1: I figured they'd given the troubled history that was just
Speaker 1: a negative spirit and what people now call a vibe
Speaker 1: about the place. I had to walk through the room
Speaker 1: to get to my office, which I often did about
Speaker 1: three in the morning. Quiet time to study and prayer
Speaker 1: comes at a premium when you have children. There was
Speaker 1: a certain increasing creepiness to crossing the room that I
Speaker 1: couldn't quite shake. The former pastor kept the coffee pot
Speaker 1: in the office rather than the kitchen. I had never
Speaker 1: given that much thought until I started arriving at the
Speaker 1: office at that early hour. I wasn't afraid to enter
Speaker 1: the kitchen area, but I had no desire to do either.
Speaker 1: I was the new pastor, but this wasn't my first
Speaker 1: rodeo either. I had some experience with people oppressed and
Speaker 1: possessed by demons. I wasn't running from the school bully,
Speaker 1: but I wasn't exactly for a fight. All I can
Speaker 1: say in my defense is that to everything, there is
Speaker 1: a season and a time to every purpose, and the
Speaker 1: time was not yet. It seemed to me the best
Speaker 1: course was to work hard at what I did and
Speaker 1: bring in a new, more positive group of people. And
Speaker 1: to that end, I found myself relying on preaching for
Speaker 1: more notes than was my custom. I thought this was
Speaker 1: a sign of lack of preparation on my part until
Speaker 1: some seasoned preachers came in to preach. I watched them
Speaker 1: lose their train of thought, almost in mid sentence, and
Speaker 1: they stumbled over their words they planned to preach. That
Speaker 1: I wasn't the only one struggling was a bittersweet consolation.
Speaker 1: And then something strange happened. People longest strange from the church,
Speaker 1: career criminals, and people who had never darkened a church
Speaker 1: door began to show up on Sunday mornings and were
Speaker 1: very receptive to the gospel. At first glance, that doesn't
Speaker 1: seem so strange, or it shouldn't anyway, wasn't that what
Speaker 1: I was working and praying for? But rather than encouraging
Speaker 1: the small congregation already attending, it seemed to breed resentment,
Speaker 1: and people began to complain to me about all the
Speaker 1: sinners who were coming to church. A couple of older
Speaker 1: ladies came to church one Sunday with smiles on their faces,
Speaker 1: and they rushed to see me after church was dismissed.
Speaker 1: They said that they enjoyed my preaching and had begun
Speaker 1: to pray at home, and then they went on to
Speaker 1: tell how they prayed before going to the casino on Saturday.
Speaker 1: They couldn't wait to get to church and make an
Speaker 1: offering from their winnings. Well, I found that kind of endearing,
Speaker 1: but many of my original faithful found it not to
Speaker 1: their liking. Not long after that, I was in the
Speaker 1: church sanctuary in the middle of the day, and I
Speaker 1: was walking around the front of the church praying rather
Speaker 1: loudly when I heard someone come in, or perhaps felt
Speaker 1: someone come in as more precise I knew the church
Speaker 1: doors were locked, but I turned around to see who
Speaker 1: it might be, and there was no one there. That's
Speaker 1: when I realized the door I heard turned on its
Speaker 1: hinges came from the direction of the classroom that gave
Speaker 1: unto the kitchen. A black mist the size of a
Speaker 1: human body floated onto the raised platform near the pulpit
Speaker 1: and hovered there for several moments before a face began
Speaker 1: to form beneath the mist. The decision between fight or
Speaker 1: flight passed so quickly that I have no memory of it.
Speaker 1: I commanded the thing to get out and never return.
Speaker 1: It became a blur that disappeared as it passed on
Speaker 1: my right, and the church doors rattled on their hinges
Speaker 1: like a three hundred pound offense in the line had
Speaker 1: hit them. Stunned, I dropped down on the front pew
Speaker 1: and just sat there until the sheiks and adrenaline surge abated.
Speaker 1: I was never scared, but I don't think I was
Speaker 1: ever really in charge. As certainly as there was a
Speaker 1: demonic force present, there was a second, stronger presence too.
Speaker 1: I didn't tell anyone about what happened. The situation was
Speaker 1: repeated a few days later, and that evening my wife
Speaker 1: returned from a trip to the church kitchen to marvel
Speaker 1: that whatever was there before was completely gone. I resigned
Speaker 1: the church a few months later. Within a year, the
Speaker 1: church closed that location and moved across town. The building
Speaker 1: the last time I saw it was a medical supply company.
Speaker 1: I didn't go inside to ask how business was or
Speaker 1: if they noticed anything peculiar with their new building. You
Speaker 1: don't know me, but your name was related to me
Speaker 1: as someone who could solve a problem i'm having. My
Speaker 1: name is Jack Bright, and for the last seven years,
Speaker 1: I've been trying to secure a deed in mineral rights
Speaker 1: to build a secure containment facility to protect the valuables
Speaker 1: contained therein on a piece of land located in Tocopola, Mississippi.
Speaker 1: As fate would have it, mister Lilly, I was finally
Speaker 1: granted both after a lengthy legal process. As a little
Speaker 1: background information may prove valuable in assessing my dilemma, I'd
Speaker 1: like to share this with you. The land was cheap.
Speaker 1: It was almost like the county was trying to give
Speaker 1: it away. The problem was that no one could find
Speaker 1: a living owner for the land. The last owner, listed
Speaker 1: as Jeremiah Trice, died fifteen years ago. After doing a
Speaker 1: little research on the man and his family, I discovered
Speaker 1: that he had two twin daughters, Priscilla and Quilla Trice,
Speaker 1: but I couldn't find any records showing what happened to them.
Speaker 1: That's why it took so long to purchase the land,
Speaker 1: since the court had to legally pronounce it abandon before
Speaker 1: it could be sold to me. Before the ink was
Speaker 1: dry on the bill of sail, the crazy started in
Speaker 1: full force, and I hired a construction company to come
Speaker 1: out to clear and level the land before pouring the
Speaker 1: foundation for the new underground storage. Almost immediately I started
Speaker 1: getting reports of vandals and thieves coming one site when
Speaker 1: work was finished for the day. But the vandalism wasn't
Speaker 1: sure garden variety type. I would classify the damage being
Speaker 1: done as impossible. Not just one, but two steam rollers
Speaker 1: were cracked beyond the possibility of repair, and multiple animal
Speaker 1: carcasses were discovered in various stages of decomposition along the
Speaker 1: four corners of where the foundation would be poured. The
Speaker 1: immediate line of fought offered by the sheriff deputies was
Speaker 1: some kind of devil worshiping cult sneaking onto the property
Speaker 1: at night to perform some silly ritual that they believe
Speaker 1: would grant them money or power or that kind of nonsense.
Speaker 1: But no one was able to explain how the steamrollers
Speaker 1: were cracked without any indication of an industrial tool being used.
Speaker 1: The most unsettling part of this circus was the giant,
Speaker 1: barefoot footprints located all over the site. The deputy said
Speaker 1: the cult people were probably wearing some of those big
Speaker 1: gag bigfoot shoes that you get off Amazon in an
Speaker 1: attempt to scare people off. I'm sorry, guys, I can
Speaker 1: just see these cult people walking around with these big
Speaker 1: feet strapped on their feet. I don't know, It's just
Speaker 1: a funny image to me. Back to the letter, I
Speaker 1: don't know if all this damage is being caused by
Speaker 1: people or a bunch of sasquatch, but I was told
Speaker 1: that two night watchmen have gone missing that were keep
Speaker 1: an eye on my property at night in an attempt
Speaker 1: to catch the vandals, which means we just went from
Speaker 1: vandalism to kidnapping and maybe even murder. Needless to say,
Speaker 1: everyone is on edge. I've had several workers resigned this
Speaker 1: past week from their positions due to the fear of
Speaker 1: being caught after hours by whatever is stalking this location
Speaker 1: every night, and I couldn't blame them one bit. But
Speaker 1: the final mind blower was this letter from my employees
Speaker 1: found on the ground yesterday morning. It was found by
Speaker 1: the work form and at the beginning of the morning shift,
Speaker 1: taped to a portajohn located on the south boundary. The
Speaker 1: envelope only had my name on it. There was nothing
Speaker 1: out of the ordinary about the envelope. It's appearing to
Speaker 1: be standard in every way, but the note located inside
Speaker 1: of it has been the cause for many restless nights following.
Speaker 1: The letter claimed to be from the Trice twins that
Speaker 1: had disappeared from the face of the earth shortly after
Speaker 1: the death of their father, Jeremiah Trice fifteen years ago.
Speaker 1: The letter reads as follows. This land is and always
Speaker 1: will be ours by blood and by sacrifice. The bargain
Speaker 1: will always be respected. You are not of our blood,
Speaker 1: mister Bright. You have no claim and your money is
Speaker 1: meaningless to us. Your machines offended us, and they were
Speaker 1: broken as a warning to you. But now your continued
Speaker 1: efforts have caused us to see you dead. Leave our home,
Speaker 1: mister Bright, and live or stay and die. Your warning
Speaker 1: is waiting for you on the floor of our kingdom.
Speaker 1: The crew and I found the remains of three employees
Speaker 1: scattered around the work site the next morning, mister Lily.
Speaker 1: The entire crew resigned after that, and the land has
Speaker 1: been completely abandoned. I need your help, sir. I'm willing
Speaker 1: to pay you well for this if you're willing to
Speaker 1: take the job. But I'd also like to know if
Speaker 1: the letter was really from the twins, where have they
Speaker 1: been all this time? What did they mean about not
Speaker 1: being related to them through blood? And where the hell
Speaker 1: did those huge footprints come from. Back in nineteen sixty five,
Speaker 1: my grandfather retired from the legal profession and purchased a
Speaker 1: little over twenty acres up in Willow Creek, California. There
Speaker 1: he had what we called today a kit farm. He
Speaker 1: had some beef and dairy cattle and sheep and chickens,
Speaker 1: and plus he grew some fruit trees and nice vegetables.
Speaker 1: He'd lived there a few years when he began to notice,
Speaker 1: after returning from fishing trips or visiting friends in San Francisco,
Speaker 1: that there would be eggs, fruit, and vegetables missing. And
Speaker 1: then one day in mid November of nineteen seventy, he
Speaker 1: was out milking cows and he heard footsteps approaching the
Speaker 1: front side of the barn. Thinking it was my uncle
Speaker 1: stopping by for a visit, he called out his name,
Speaker 1: but no one answered. He called out to him several times,
Speaker 1: but he still got no response. My grandfather stopped what
Speaker 1: he was doing and went out to see who was there,
Speaker 1: and as he rounded the corner of the barn, to
Speaker 1: his utter shock and disbelief, he found himself staring at
Speaker 1: a seven and a half foot tall harry being with
Speaker 1: an arrow sticking out of his right thigh. He pulled
Speaker 1: up short and shout it out in surprise. My grandmother
Speaker 1: and uncle heard him from the house and they came
Speaker 1: out to help. My uncle brought his thirty six rifle
Speaker 1: in a forty five caliber pistol, and by the time
Speaker 1: they got there, the bigfoot had slumped to the ground
Speaker 1: and half leaning against the barn. It was clear the
Speaker 1: bigfoot was in agony, so my grandfather and my uncle
Speaker 1: decided to help him. They helped the bigfoot to the barn,
Speaker 1: where my uncle, who was a corman in the navy,
Speaker 1: administered first day. Afterwards, he asked my grandfather to give
Speaker 1: the creature some antibiotics that he kept on the farm
Speaker 1: for animals. Then they gave him a few blankets and
Speaker 1: pillows for a bed and left him in the barn.
Speaker 1: It was a month before the bigfoot healed well enough
Speaker 1: to get back into the woods. Over the years, the bigfoot,
Speaker 1: whom my grandparents named Clarence after the angel in It's
Speaker 1: a Wonderful Life, would come back for visits. During the
Speaker 1: summer of nineteen seventy seven, when I was fifteen years old,
Speaker 1: I visited my grandparents on their farm for a few weeks.
Speaker 1: One day, my granddad took me fishing to a stream
Speaker 1: not far from the house. We took our lunch plus
Speaker 1: an extra one in a peach pie, and after a
Speaker 1: few hours of fishing, granddad brought up the movie Star Wars.
Speaker 1: I told him I had seen it a few weeks earlier,
Speaker 1: and he asked me if I wanted to see a
Speaker 1: real life wookie. I gave him a whatever look and said,
Speaker 1: wookies or mate. Believe Grandpa, they're only in the movies.
Speaker 1: Watch and learn, he answered, and he put down his pole.
Speaker 1: He picked up the extra lunch in the peach pie,
Speaker 1: and he carried them across the fallen tree that lay
Speaker 1: across the stream and set them down on an old stump.
Speaker 1: He crossed back over to my side of the stream
Speaker 1: and he picked up his pole again. Clarence, he called,
Speaker 1: it's lunchtime. We sat there in silence for a few
Speaker 1: minutes while I tried to figure out what granddad was
Speaker 1: up to. And then I heard heavy footsteps coming from
Speaker 1: somewhere on the other side of the creek, and suddenly
Speaker 1: the underbrush parted an outstep the biggest, harriest person I
Speaker 1: had ever seen. I thought my granddad and one of
Speaker 1: his friends were playing a joke on me. When my
Speaker 1: uncle showed up and greeted Clarence, I was sure of it.
Speaker 1: Is this a joke, I asked, No, they answered, and
Speaker 1: then my grandfather added, they really do exist. I turned
Speaker 1: and ran back to the house as fast as I could.
Speaker 1: My grandmother was asking me what was wrong. When my
Speaker 1: grandfather and uncle came through the door, she turned her
Speaker 1: questions on them. They explained that I had just met
Speaker 1: Clarence for the first time. In the years since my
Speaker 1: grandparents passed away, I've made several visits to Willow Creek,
Speaker 1: I check up on things, and I leave Clarence and
Speaker 1: his family apples and other goodies. All I ask is
Speaker 1: that anyone who visits Willow Creek are anywhere there have
Speaker 1: been bigfoot sightings to please leave them in peace and goodwill.
Speaker 1: It would be nice if you left them some goodies
Speaker 1: as well. You might even get a whoop or a
Speaker 1: peak from one. My bigfoot encounter happened on Saturday night,
Speaker 1: July twenty fourth, twenty sixteen, on the edge of Yosemite
Speaker 1: National Park Wilderness camping Area. Be careful when camping in
Speaker 1: californ bigfoots are there, even though California rangers say no,
Speaker 1: it must have been a bear. Trust me, it was
Speaker 1: no bear, and that's fact. My name is Steve and
Speaker 1: I'm fifty nine years old now. I've lived in the
Speaker 1: Golden State of California my whole life. I have always
Speaker 1: hunted since I was young, and I lived in the
Speaker 1: city at the same time. My family had connections to
Speaker 1: the Central Valley of California, and Dad like hunting ducks
Speaker 1: and pheasants mostly, so that's how a city boy in
Speaker 1: California it turned out to be an outdoor guy who
Speaker 1: ends up owning an outfitting business in Afton, Wyoming while
Speaker 1: living in Silicon Valley in the early days, and I'm
Speaker 1: still here. Unfortunately, six years ago, while working on my home,
Speaker 1: I had a bad head trauma accident and I ended
Speaker 1: up in the ICU for six weeks. Before the accident,
Speaker 1: I had an active life with little time to do
Speaker 1: much but what was at hand. So now I find myself,
Speaker 1: how ridden for two years with nothing to do but
Speaker 1: lay on my bed for hours having nightmares about scary thoughts.
Speaker 1: Due to the accident, I have bad PTSD. I get
Speaker 1: up every night between one thirty and three thirty, needing
Speaker 1: something to keep my mind busy from negative thoughts or
Speaker 1: other things that I can't remember or pronounce. Each night,
Speaker 1: I get on my iPad searching for Bigfoot, and my
Speaker 1: mind would be safe for hours. During the long hours
Speaker 1: of reading and watching every video I could find, I
Speaker 1: started to learn and realize these folks had no idea
Speaker 1: what they were doing chasing these creatures. So I took
Speaker 1: my knowledge of hunting in years of outfitting, and I
Speaker 1: started studying how to get one. The recovery from my
Speaker 1: operations was taking longer than I thought, so I was
Speaker 1: getting frustrated and I decided to get out of the
Speaker 1: house and go hunting for bigfoot. I knew that these
Speaker 1: creatures were living supposedly in my state. It's just there's
Speaker 1: a lot of woods in California, so I needed some
Speaker 1: locations to start. During my early morning studies, I read
Speaker 1: about a nationally known bigfoot organization and that is where
Speaker 1: I started. I contacted them and got set up to
Speaker 1: go on a trip in northern California. The lead on
Speaker 1: the trip contacted us and wanted to talk about what
Speaker 1: would take place. There was no guarantee of seeing anything
Speaker 1: due to the creatures being very secretive and elusive. I
Speaker 1: told him I did not leave my home much due
Speaker 1: to the above issues, so I wasn't going to be
Speaker 1: able to go alone, and I was looking to go
Speaker 1: with another person. My wife is my caregiver and was
Speaker 1: not interested in chasing these so called bigfoot animals around
Speaker 1: at night with strangers. Well, I had time on my side,
Speaker 1: so I started asking all my family members. None were
Speaker 1: interested in my crazy adventure idea. They thought my mind
Speaker 1: might be slipping further, but it wasn't. No one believed
Speaker 1: in these animals and they were not going to waste
Speaker 1: valuable time searching it out with me, and then I
Speaker 1: went outside the family and finally convinced a young man
Speaker 1: named Conrad, who my wife and I had mentored for
Speaker 1: years and we love and trust him. Conrad hadn't camped
Speaker 1: ever before in his life and was looking forward to camping,
Speaker 1: but did not really think much of Bigfoot. So I
Speaker 1: was excited that I had a trip for these elusive
Speaker 1: animals and now I would get them figured out in
Speaker 1: no time. Yeah, right, I would get them figured out.
Speaker 1: Conrad and I received the email where all of us
Speaker 1: folks were to meet up for our Bigfoot research trip.
Speaker 1: We all got to the state park camping area that
Speaker 1: we were going to call home for the next four days.
Speaker 1: While setting up our gear, we started talking with others
Speaker 1: from the group. Conrad and I couldn't believe how many
Speaker 1: of these strangers were just normal folks, seeming to be
Speaker 1: helpful to everyone. I figured that we might be in
Speaker 1: for some real crackpots chasing these creatures, and I was
Speaker 1: prepared for anything. So everything was good to this point,
Speaker 1: and we were starting to relax and mingle, and during
Speaker 1: the first night sitting around the campfire, we discovered that
Speaker 1: we liked the same TV shows, same books, magazines, and
Speaker 1: so the days went by fast. On the last night,
Speaker 1: we had driven up to a dry, dusty fire road
Speaker 1: to park trucks and then climbed to the top of
Speaker 1: a mountain. This saw took place in the pitch dark.
Speaker 1: When we were at the top, we were just sit
Speaker 1: and listen. We made calls and we made tree knocks
Speaker 1: to try to drum up something to respond, but everything
Speaker 1: was quiet. We spent most of the time looking at
Speaker 1: the stars and sitting on warmed rocks from the day's
Speaker 1: sun and relaxing. We spent all that time listening for
Speaker 1: any responses to our calls or knocks. Well. After a
Speaker 1: few hours, the lead person informed the group that we
Speaker 1: should have back to the trucks because we were going
Speaker 1: to meet up with another group, and we talked with
Speaker 1: them about what we should do next. It was two
Speaker 1: thirty am, and most were tired from the past four
Speaker 1: nights of hiking and with limited sleep. We all came
Speaker 1: up with a plan and we started to go our
Speaker 1: different ways back to camp. I decided to go back
Speaker 1: the same way that I came up. I knew I
Speaker 1: had some good looks at some meadows when the light
Speaker 1: of the truck would brighten them up, and I could
Speaker 1: see everything in those fields. The lead person asked us
Speaker 1: to drive slowly to keep dust down for a better
Speaker 1: viewing from the truck. I ask if any of the
Speaker 1: folks wanted to come with us, since I had room
Speaker 1: for three and we're going straight back to camp. Conrad
Speaker 1: and I were leaving when three ladies decided to join
Speaker 1: us for the trip back. We started down the steep,
Speaker 1: rocky slope. There was thick brush and grass on either side,
Speaker 1: and it scratched the sides of the truck as I rolled.
Speaker 1: We were all talking about how much we had enjoyed
Speaker 1: the trip and were exchanging phone numbers so that we
Speaker 1: could keep in touch. And halfway down the bumpy road,
Speaker 1: Conrad started screaming, there's a big foot. He was pointing
Speaker 1: at a big, red eyed creature standing forty feet in
Speaker 1: front of our truck, behind some shrubs off to the
Speaker 1: right side. Well, I looked at this creature and it
Speaker 1: was standing there just staring at us. I wasn't running
Speaker 1: or even walking. It just stared at us with big
Speaker 1: red eyes the size of limes set inside sockets of
Speaker 1: a huge head. It moved to the right. I could
Speaker 1: see shoulders in the side of its head, and I
Speaker 1: stopped the truck and at that moment, all three of
Speaker 1: the ladies who were sitting in the back started screaming
Speaker 1: because they saw this thing and they were ready to leave.
Speaker 1: I was seeing something I really was not sure existed,
Speaker 1: and I wasn't ready to leave yet, so I slammed
Speaker 1: my hand down on the dash and I said, we're
Speaker 1: here to see this thing. And there it is, and
Speaker 1: I'm not leaving. It wasn't doing anything but standing there,
Speaker 1: and then it moved a little to the right and
Speaker 1: my eyes were locked on it. I wanted to open
Speaker 1: the door and get a better look, but I was
Speaker 1: trapped in the tiny road with bushes on either side
Speaker 1: and no space to get out. I wanted to get
Speaker 1: a better view. When it started to move out of
Speaker 1: the headlights, the head was enormous and it was all
Speaker 1: covered in dark hair or fur of some sort. It
Speaker 1: moved further right into the bushes and small trees, but
Speaker 1: it was too dark for a picture or a video,
Speaker 1: so I just wanted to see it if I could
Speaker 1: get my fleer on it and then follow it into
Speaker 1: the forest. Unfortunately, the Fleer was in the back of
Speaker 1: the truck and I was in a tight spot on
Speaker 1: the road, and at that moment, I was not thinking
Speaker 1: of how or what to do. I just kept my
Speaker 1: eyes on it as long as I can could. All
Speaker 1: this time, I was completely scared beyond my limits, and
Speaker 1: I was wondering if at any second I might start
Speaker 1: to have a medical situation which would make my body
Speaker 1: shake uncontrollably, and my mind began to scramble. Maybe the
Speaker 1: situation was too much for me to continue functioning due
Speaker 1: to my injuries. Well, that's why I brought Conrad so
Speaker 1: that he could get me back to camp in the
Speaker 1: event that this happened. I had no idea how he
Speaker 1: would react if this situation were to take place. I
Speaker 1: figured out quickly as I asked Conrad to lower his
Speaker 1: window to help me figure out where this thing was,
Speaker 1: when he quickly responded by yelling, hell, no, I'm not
Speaker 1: rolling my window down. Well, I remain calm so the
Speaker 1: others would not be more scared than they already were.
Speaker 1: I wanted to get out of the truck, but then
Speaker 1: I wondered if they would drive away in a panic
Speaker 1: and leave me there. But I started to get out anyway.
Speaker 1: I was halfway out of my truck, and I was
Speaker 1: jammed between the door and the bushes, and I couldn't
Speaker 1: keep my eyes on it. At the same time, while
Speaker 1: moving to the back of the truck through the bushes
Speaker 1: where the fleer was located, I slowly pushed through the
Speaker 1: bushes back to the truck tailgate and I reached in
Speaker 1: with one hand while watching and listening for movement. And
Speaker 1: I could hear this thing moving around, but didn't know
Speaker 1: exactly where it was. It seemed to be moving a
Speaker 1: little further away because the branch breaking seemed to get
Speaker 1: more faint. The thought that maybe there were two or
Speaker 1: more creatures concerned me, though maybe this one was distracting
Speaker 1: us while another moved in. And in addition, I never
Speaker 1: caught wind of a foul smell. Your mind messes with
Speaker 1: you at times like this, and this situation was going
Speaker 1: by much too fast and scary for my body to
Speaker 1: keep up. That's when I noticed that this fear was
Speaker 1: different from any other fear I'd ever felt in my life.
Speaker 1: It seemed to envelop my whole body, like if you
Speaker 1: were to ski the whole day and get cold and
Speaker 1: then walk in a warm house where the heat hits
Speaker 1: you in a rush. It was a very weird sense
Speaker 1: of fear, almost like I was in a bubble. I
Speaker 1: finally got the flare out of the truck and started
Speaker 1: looking down the small hill where the creature was before
Speaker 1: I lost sight of it and I couldn't see it anymore,
Speaker 1: and I wasn't hearing any movement. Meanwhile, the others in
Speaker 1: the truck were radioing the group on what was happening,
Speaker 1: and asked for them to come help us. Once the
Speaker 1: others started to arrive, my fear went away as we
Speaker 1: talked about what had just taken place. I couldn't really
Speaker 1: say what had happened. Maybe I was in mild shock,
Speaker 1: but I'm glad I saw it with five other people
Speaker 1: instead of seeing it by myself. Now that makes us
Speaker 1: all crazy, not just me. We got back to the
Speaker 1: main camp and talked more on what had taken place,
Speaker 1: cracking up on how no one else would even roun
Speaker 1: the window down to assist me. We were on a
Speaker 1: bigfoot research trip and we actually saw one, and we
Speaker 1: lost all thoughts of what we should have done, And
Speaker 1: it still makes me laugh. Conrad and I were so
Speaker 1: amped up that we couldn't sleep, so we stayed up
Speaker 1: until the morning, sitting near the fire. Both of us
Speaker 1: were still trying to understand what we had seen. It
Speaker 1: took me two weeks to settle on the realization that
Speaker 1: we had actually seen a sosquatch. Well. The next morning
Speaker 1: we packed up camp and we left her home, where
Speaker 1: I hoped I could get some sleep. We both talked
Speaker 1: the whole way home about why our government has not
Speaker 1: been honest on this subject. At no point did I
Speaker 1: ever think of shooting it. I had carried an ACP
Speaker 1: pistol ready to use on my hip, but I never
Speaker 1: reached for it. I suppose I would have had the
Speaker 1: fear not been so overwhelming. In addition, it makes sense
Speaker 1: to me why there have been so many sightings and
Speaker 1: virtually no good images taken. I believe it's the fear
Speaker 1: and shock of actually seeing something like this. I mean,
Speaker 1: we were on a bigfoot trip and had everything we
Speaker 1: needed in the truck, and everyone was too scared to
Speaker 1: even think about taking a picture. If we did take
Speaker 1: a picture, it would have been a big, black, blurry
Speaker 1: blob like many others. You're caught so off guard when
Speaker 1: you get lucky enough to see one and the last
Speaker 1: thing you're thinking about is grabbing a camera. My only
Speaker 1: thought throughout the whole ordeal, even though it may have
Speaker 1: seemed to brave that I got out of the truck,
Speaker 1: was is there enough distance between me and this monster
Speaker 1: that I can get away if I need to. I
Speaker 1: have been out many times since this encounter, and I've
Speaker 1: been out of California, and I've had many different types
Speaker 1: of interactions with these creatures, but I've never had another visual.
Speaker 1: I've hunted Alaska, Canada and all over North America, harvested
Speaker 1: many large game animals and many long distances. These bigfoot
Speaker 1: can be taken with a properly placed shot. However, standing
Speaker 1: forty feet from this creature, I'm not the one who
Speaker 1: could have ever gotten the shot off that would have
Speaker 1: needed to take it down. The fear would not have
Speaker 1: allowed me to have been steady enough to hit the target.
Speaker 1: I shoot fifty yards offhand with pistols all the time
Speaker 1: at metal targets the size of a soda can, and
Speaker 1: I'm a good shot. I would not have had a
Speaker 1: chance at forty feet with a head bigger than a
Speaker 1: home depot five gallon bucket. If someone can control the
Speaker 1: fear and properly place a good shot to the head.
Speaker 1: It will go down quickly in my opinion, but if
Speaker 1: you miss, you could be in for a bad day.
Speaker 1: There's more to these creatures than we all know, yet
Speaker 1: they kind of incapacitate someone with fear from doing and
Speaker 1: thinking straight. Some say it's infra sound. I think maybe
Speaker 1: we should just stay tuned until the creature allows us
Speaker 1: more insight on what is going on with them.