Speaker 1: The first time I saw si squatch was in December
Speaker 1: of twenty eighteen. It was late bow season in my
Speaker 1: great state of Michigan. My mother's horse had just passed away,
Speaker 1: and we were devastated at the loss of our show boy.
Speaker 1: So I did what I do best from October until January,
Speaker 1: I went hunting. I took my crossbow and headed down
Speaker 1: the road to a nearby property that I should have
Speaker 1: never gone to. I had managed to slip in and
Speaker 1: out of there on many occasions. I was working my
Speaker 1: way up a deer trail through deadfall poplar trees, with
Speaker 1: the wind in my face. The plan was to stalk
Speaker 1: the upper meadow and wait until dark and attempt to
Speaker 1: ambush any large buck or fawnless dough that stepped out.
Speaker 1: As I approached the meadow, my thoughts and vision began
Speaker 1: to swirl, and I thought I was going to pass out.
Speaker 1: I stepped to the edge of the meadow, stood five
Speaker 1: feet from an old maple that was almost six feet across,
Speaker 1: and I looked to my left and I was horrified.
Speaker 1: Thirty yards away from me, I saw two large sasquatches
Speaker 1: walking away. I distinctly remember the muscle mass of the
Speaker 1: male's back and shoulders and the large girth of the female.
Speaker 1: She was the ten foot tall blonde version of the
Speaker 1: Patterson Gimlin film. The male was taller than her by
Speaker 1: two feet, and his hair was black and buckskin brown.
Speaker 1: He was half as white as that old maple tree.
Speaker 1: The pines he walked through just came above his knees
Speaker 1: nine five foot six, and those same trees came up
Speaker 1: to my chest. Had he been right next to me,
Speaker 1: he would have dwarfed me. And it scares me as
Speaker 1: I think about it. I don't like to go in
Speaker 1: the woods in the darkness, and this experience almost ruined
Speaker 1: hunting for me. I've had many more encounters since and
Speaker 1: have learned plenty. I've lost my fear of forest neighbors
Speaker 1: now and have grown fond of them. I feel safe
Speaker 1: with them as I've seen them protect me. But it's
Speaker 1: not all good news. I'm actively dealing with one in
Speaker 1: my new territory that has proven to be aggressive. If
Speaker 1: you're interested in any of the other encounters, all you
Speaker 1: have to do is ask, and the gentleman signs off
Speaker 1: Coyode Wild Bay, which is the name of his YouTube channel.
Speaker 1: If I think about it, I'll try to find it
Speaker 1: and link it in the description below. But if I
Speaker 1: forget about it, which I'm likely to do, just look
Speaker 1: up Coyote wild Bay in your search bar and his
Speaker 1: channel should come right up. You could probably hear a
Speaker 1: lot more of his other stories. I really appreciate this
Speaker 1: encounter story. Thank you for sending it, Cody wild Bae.
Speaker 1: You de man. Appreciate you all right. Here's a story
Speaker 1: about a dog man or rugaroo or a werewolf. The
Speaker 1: category is rugaroo according to my editor, let's us read
Speaker 1: this story. This looks really good, looks kind of spooky.
Speaker 1: In the mid nineteen eighties, I was visiting my great
Speaker 1: aunt Cat. I had just broken up with my first boyfriend,
Speaker 1: and I was pouting on the back porch looking out
Speaker 1: into the by you. My Aunt Cat could walk like
Speaker 1: a ghost if she wanted. We all called her Cat
Speaker 1: because she was as silent and graceful as one. She
Speaker 1: asked what I was upset about, but I didn't want
Speaker 1: to answer her, so I asked her a question instead.
Speaker 1: Do you believe in the rugaroo? I ask for your
Speaker 1: listeners who don't know, the rugaroo is our version of
Speaker 1: Bigfoot of the by You, Aunt kat sat down beside
Speaker 1: me and smiled, looking out as well. Well, I believe
Speaker 1: in many things, she said in her strong but frail voice.
Speaker 1: I believe in the magic of the bay you, and
Speaker 1: there's a good and evil in the world. Well, do
Speaker 1: you think the rugaroo is evil? I ask? No, No,
Speaker 1: she said, They're trying to survive, just like the rest
Speaker 1: of us, hiding from humans. Will you make it sound
Speaker 1: like humans are the evil ones? I told her. She
Speaker 1: gave me a strange look, as if she were searching
Speaker 1: for something. Then she nodded and continued, Now you're old
Speaker 1: enough to understand that not everything is so simple or fair,
Speaker 1: she said, looking out again. I could tell she wasn't
Speaker 1: looking into the by you sparkling in the sunlight, or
Speaker 1: the dragonflies that fly about. But in her own past,
Speaker 1: I knew not to disrupt her. The story she went
Speaker 1: on to tell me is something I will never forget.
Speaker 1: She was born to a wealthy and influential family, but
Speaker 1: life was never easy for her. She never had the
Speaker 1: true luxury of wealth since she was born girl. She
Speaker 1: had a room, and she had food and clothing and
Speaker 1: an education, but that was it. At that time, girls
Speaker 1: were only good for being sold off into marriage to
Speaker 1: increase their empires for future sons. For some reason, her
Speaker 1: elder brother always hated her and made her his target.
Speaker 1: When he would practice hunting, he would do it with
Speaker 1: her as the prey, and as he grew older, his
Speaker 1: hunts grew as well. Once, when my aunt was only
Speaker 1: ten years old, she had to put a lock on
Speaker 1: the outside of her bedroom door to keep her brother
Speaker 1: out because he was putting rats and spiders and scorpions
Speaker 1: in her bed. She had made the mistake of screaming
Speaker 1: bloody murder and telling her father what had happened, thinking
Speaker 1: it would help. She couldn't have been more wrong. Not
Speaker 1: only did her father not offer any help, but he
Speaker 1: also scolded her for yelling, and he cut the lock
Speaker 1: off her door. She rushed into the bedroom and whipped
Speaker 1: the bedspread off the bed and found a copperhead snake.
Speaker 1: Though it wasn't her fault, her father was so furious
Speaker 1: with her he sent her away to their summer house
Speaker 1: in the woods. She never complained. It was wonderful out there,
Speaker 1: away from her family. The only other people there were
Speaker 1: the servants. She ran wild and free in the woods
Speaker 1: and learned every nook and cranny of the landscape and
Speaker 1: memorized every tree and learned about each of the animals.
Speaker 1: But her joy at the summerhouse was short lived, and
Speaker 1: her brother came to visit the property to continue his
Speaker 1: hunting games with her. As she grew up, the game
Speaker 1: became more dangerous, and spending time alone in the woods
Speaker 1: became her salvation. When she told her parents about what
Speaker 1: her brother had been doing, they were of no help.
Speaker 1: Her father's only comment was to her brother, don't hurt
Speaker 1: her too badly. She's going to be married off in
Speaker 1: her seventeenth birthday. The sneer on her brother's face was
Speaker 1: pure evil. He told her that night that he would
Speaker 1: be taking a young woman deep in the woods so
Speaker 1: he and his friends could haunt her down. Don't you
Speaker 1: ever worry that they'll talk, she asked him, But her
Speaker 1: brother only laughed as he walked away, saying the dead
Speaker 1: can't talk. One day, a few months before her seventeenth birthday,
Speaker 1: she came downstairs to a room full of her brother
Speaker 1: and all of his hunting friends. He introduced her as
Speaker 1: that day's prey, and then he gave her a twenty
Speaker 1: minute head start, But instead of running in fear, she
Speaker 1: calmly turned away and walked back upstairs, not letting him
Speaker 1: see her. Scared, she knew that she had to disappear
Speaker 1: into the woods, even though it was late in the day,
Speaker 1: so she changed into brown and green clothing and left
Speaker 1: her shoes in the closet, and then she shimmde down
Speaker 1: the tree outside her window and she ran off into
Speaker 1: the forest. She ran silently, stepping with great care to
Speaker 1: avoid leaving any footprints for them to follow, as she
Speaker 1: rubbed wildflowers all over her skin to get rid of
Speaker 1: any scent. And when she was deep in the forest,
Speaker 1: she climbed a large tree until she was twenty feet up,
Speaker 1: and she waited, and she caught her breath. Even though
Speaker 1: she knew she was still alone, she was drawn to
Speaker 1: look over into the tree next to her. There looking
Speaker 1: back at her were two big orange eyes. The being
Speaker 1: was huge and massive as the tree it sat in.
Speaker 1: At that time of day, the sun was setting and
Speaker 1: the shadows were growing quickly. She could not see the
Speaker 1: details of the creature, except that it had a shaggy outline.
Speaker 1: She sat there staring at this being, and she heard
Speaker 1: her brother's hunting party in the distance looking for her.
Speaker 1: Are you sure you saw her run into these woods,
Speaker 1: her brother said positive. One of the others said, laughing,
Speaker 1: no one has a body like your sister, Mat. Can't
Speaker 1: you trailer yet, her brother asked another friend. Not yet.
Speaker 1: Another from the party said, kneeling on the ground with
Speaker 1: a handful of leaves and rubbing them between his fingers
Speaker 1: to catch a set. She looked back to where the
Speaker 1: monster was in the tree. It was looking down at
Speaker 1: the men as if trying to figure out what they
Speaker 1: were doing. When their eyes locked again, she could tell
Speaker 1: it realized that it wasn't the one being hunted she was.
Speaker 1: Its eyes widened and then turned to red slits. A
Speaker 1: commotion came from below, and she turned to watch the
Speaker 1: men arguing about what to do. When she looked back
Speaker 1: at the other tree, the creature was gone. She waited
Speaker 1: until she heard the hunting party move further away, and
Speaker 1: then simmy back down the tree and she made her
Speaker 1: way back to the house. She climbed back into her bed,
Speaker 1: and just as she was about to close the window,
Speaker 1: she heard an ear shattering roar and vibrated through the forest.
Speaker 1: A few minutes later, she saw movement outside. Her brother
Speaker 1: and his hunting team came running toward the house, yelling
Speaker 1: and tripping over themselves as they ran for their lives.
Speaker 1: She could see stones being thrown at their backs. She
Speaker 1: heard the roar again and nearly laughed at how ridiculous
Speaker 1: the hunting party looked. And when she heard them rush inside,
Speaker 1: she went down the stairs and found them all as
Speaker 1: scared and angry as they could be. One of the hunters,
Speaker 1: full of rage and adrenaline, exclaimed that he was going
Speaker 1: back out there to kill the thing, and he rushed
Speaker 1: back outside. After a few gunshots and more roars, the
Speaker 1: other two men were so terrified they jumped in their
Speaker 1: vehicles and they sped away, and then everything was silent
Speaker 1: again in the woods. In the end, my aunt left
Speaker 1: her family and didn't marry the man her father had
Speaker 1: planned for her. It turned out that he had been
Speaker 1: in the hunting party. Now that is a story from
Speaker 1: my great aunt Kat and her bigfoot encounter. I know
Speaker 1: it was a dark story, but I felt that it
Speaker 1: answered some of the questions I hear repeated on your channel. Often.
Speaker 1: I hear someone say, no one can be that silent,
Speaker 1: or no one could run full out and not leave prince.
Speaker 1: But I'm here to tell you that my Aunt Kat could.
Speaker 1: And if your life is in constant survival mode, you
Speaker 1: become what you have to be to live and to survive.
Speaker 1: I think humans like Bigfoot can be extremely adaptable if
Speaker 1: and when the circumstances call for it, and we should
Speaker 1: never underestimate the human drive to survive. Thank you for
Speaker 1: reading my story. I love your channel. Keep doing what
Speaker 1: you do, just the way you do it, and she
Speaker 1: signs off. B what a cool story. I thought a
Speaker 1: rugaroo was like a werewolf. Maybe maybe it can be
Speaker 1: all sorts of things down in louis that's a Louisiana
Speaker 1: Bayou monster, the rugaroo or loop garu. There's two or
Speaker 1: three different names for them. Maybe the loop garou is
Speaker 1: the werewolf and the rugaroo is the bigfoot. I don't know.
Speaker 1: I don't know anything about this stuff. I just do
Speaker 1: these stories. But I think this was a great story,
Speaker 1: and I really appreciate miss b sending this. What a
Speaker 1: great nostalgic story to share with this audience. Thank you, ma'am.
Speaker 1: I live in a ranch style house. The garage is
Speaker 1: at one end of the house and the bedrooms are
Speaker 1: at the other. My bedroom is the master bedroom and
Speaker 1: it has a large picture window that looks out onto
Speaker 1: the backyard. Due to the slope of the yard and
Speaker 1: the door to the cross space being directly under my
Speaker 1: bedroom window, the window is nine feet off the ground.
Speaker 1: Now I'm five foot six, and the window is still
Speaker 1: probably a good four feet over my head if I'm
Speaker 1: outside underneath it. There's this evergreen tree in my backyard
Speaker 1: twenty feet from the window. The needles are broad and flat,
Speaker 1: and the bar can be peeled off in stringy bits.
Speaker 1: The lower branches of this tree are six feet off
Speaker 1: the ground. In September of nineteen ninety eight, I was
Speaker 1: a sophomore in high school. It was a Sunday, and
Speaker 1: once church was over, my mom and I went to
Speaker 1: eat lunch and then went home. Within minutes of walking
Speaker 1: in the door, my friend called and I took the
Speaker 1: handset of our cordless phone into my bedroom so we
Speaker 1: could have a conversation. While I was on the phone,
Speaker 1: I started pacing back and forth in my bedroom. I
Speaker 1: walked toward the window, and turn and walked toward the
Speaker 1: opposite wall, and then turn and do it all over again.
Speaker 1: At some point in the conversation, I walked toward the
Speaker 1: opposite wall and turned around to face the window. Right
Speaker 1: then I noticed a dark shadow at the base of
Speaker 1: the window that resembled a human head and a neck.
Speaker 1: At first, I tried looking for a tree or something
Speaker 1: that could have cast a shadow of that shape, but
Speaker 1: I couldn't find anything. Then I realized that the shadow
Speaker 1: had a three dimensional quality to it, and I said,
Speaker 1: oh my God, out loud. The shadow dropped down out
Speaker 1: of sight. I rushed over to the window in time
Speaker 1: to see this human shaped shadow run across the yard
Speaker 1: toward the evergreen tree and he climbed it. And when
Speaker 1: it reached the lower branches, it stopped and turned its
Speaker 1: head to see if I was looking at it, and
Speaker 1: then it kept climbing and it disappeared. My friend asked
Speaker 1: me what was happening. I told him what I saw,
Speaker 1: and he said I needed to thank God because what
Speaker 1: I had described to him sounded like a demon that
Speaker 1: he had read about in a book on demonology. Well,
Speaker 1: not really knowing what this thing was, I thank God anyway,
Speaker 1: and I figured it couldn't hurt. Two days later, I
Speaker 1: in my backyard and went over to that tree. The
Speaker 1: branches this thing had grabbed on too had died, and
Speaker 1: all the leaves on those branches had turned brown and
Speaker 1: fallen off to the ground in a loose pile. In
Speaker 1: two thousand and five, I was working as a third
Speaker 1: shift security guard and my favorite thing to help pass
Speaker 1: the time was to listen to the late night radio
Speaker 1: talk show about the paranormal. I finally summoned the courage
Speaker 1: and I called into the show and I shared my story.
Speaker 1: I told the host that I wasn't sure what the
Speaker 1: thing was, even though my friend said it was a demon,
Speaker 1: and the host asked me if it had glowing red
Speaker 1: eyes and I said no. The host believed that since
Speaker 1: it didn't have glowing red eyes that it wasn't a demon.
Speaker 1: I still don't know what it was, and I haven't
Speaker 1: seen anything quite like it since. Oh man, that is spooky.
Speaker 1: Young girl pacing back and forth in her room looks
Speaker 1: out and sees this giant thing in her backyard. The
Speaker 1: creepiest thing about this is the limbs dying on the
Speaker 1: tree wherever it touched it. I guess demons are all
Speaker 1: about death and everything they touch is contaminated like that,
Speaker 1: and the tree just couldn't take it. But what an
Speaker 1: interesting story. Only demons It's only a demon if it
Speaker 1: has red eyes, apparently to this person on I bet
Speaker 1: it was an art bell show about the paranormal. Apparently,
Speaker 1: if it doesn't have red eyes, it's not a demon,
Speaker 1: according to this guy. I don't know. I'm thinking maybe
Speaker 1: all demons don't have red glowing eyes, but who knows.
Speaker 1: What a great story. Thanks for sharing it with us,
Speaker 1: and we certainly do appreciate it. Thank you, ma'am. My
Speaker 1: sighting happened when I was fourteen years old, and I
Speaker 1: remember it well. I haven't told many people about it
Speaker 1: because I know they will look at me like I'm nuts,
Speaker 1: but I want my story to be heard. I live
Speaker 1: in Oklahoma. My youth group went to an ast forest
Speaker 1: for a camping trip for the weekend, a three hour
Speaker 1: drive from our town. Our clearing was surrounded by hundreds
Speaker 1: of miles of forests. To the left, thirty yards away
Speaker 1: was a creek, and forty yards to the right was
Speaker 1: a sad excuse for a toilet, which out in the
Speaker 1: middle of nowhere as a hole in the ground with
Speaker 1: a concrete building around it. There was plenty of game
Speaker 1: in the area. We saw deer, and we heard there
Speaker 1: were bison and bear and all the other little critters.
Speaker 1: We figured that out when we found bison poop in
Speaker 1: our campsite. No one was allowed to drink from the
Speaker 1: creek because it had E cola in it and it
Speaker 1: would make you sick. On the second night, I got
Speaker 1: up to use the bathroom. Everyone else was sacked out
Speaker 1: because some of them had gone rock climbing and other
Speaker 1: tiring activities. I was the only one up at the time.
Speaker 1: I had taken a flashlight so I could see where
Speaker 1: I was going and make sure I didn't step on
Speaker 1: a snake or something. When I lifted my light toward
Speaker 1: the creek, I saw a huge black figure. It was
Speaker 1: at least eight feet tall and four feet wide and
Speaker 1: had long black hair hanging from its arms and body.
Speaker 1: But I wasn't able to see any features, and it
Speaker 1: didn't seem aggressive in the least. I was only half awake,
Speaker 1: so I was thinking it was my shadow, and I
Speaker 1: waved and it waved back. In my sleepy mind, that
Speaker 1: confirmed that it was my shadow, and I did my
Speaker 1: business and I went back to bed. It didn't strike
Speaker 1: me until about a week later that it was not
Speaker 1: my shadow. My flashlight had been in front of me
Speaker 1: not behind me. It would have taken a huge light
Speaker 1: from far back to cast a shadow of me that size.
Speaker 1: There was no possible way that was my shadow. The
Speaker 1: fact that it mimicked me by waving back shook me
Speaker 1: to my core, and it still does. I think back,
Speaker 1: and I wonder if this thing had been coming into
Speaker 1: our camp all along and we didn't know about it.
Speaker 1: Thank you for all the videos and the awesome content.
Speaker 1: I hope you'll see this, and I think it's a
Speaker 1: good enough story to put in the video. Heck, yeah,
Speaker 1: it's a good enough story. I think I've had this
Speaker 1: for a long time, maybe a year or two. But
Speaker 1: I'm getting through them all, getting through them all, even
Speaker 1: with the breaks and the lags between me posting podcasts.
Speaker 1: I'm going to do every single one of them. If
Speaker 1: it's illegible. This was a great story. I thought this
Speaker 1: was very interesting. It's kind of a unique take on
Speaker 1: running into a bigfoot in your campsite. It was very good.
Speaker 1: Thank you for sending the story. It was wonderful. Okay,
Speaker 1: this is kind of a creepy story that I thought
Speaker 1: was really good. It's a swamp story. I love swamp stories.
Speaker 1: I don't know why maybe because I've been in a
Speaker 1: few swamps and I just think they're beautiful. But anyway,
Speaker 1: never mind, let me just read the story. In twenty sixteen,
Speaker 1: several hurricanes and tropical systems dumped copious amounts of rain
Speaker 1: in North and South Carolina. All duckholes, creeks, and rivers
Speaker 1: were flooded out of their banks. I have one particular
Speaker 1: spot that shines when high water floods the moist soil vegetation,
Speaker 1: allowing the ducks to access it. The spot is in
Speaker 1: a swamp, flat off and artificially straight, man made canal
Speaker 1: that is plainly visible from satellite images. I've talked with
Speaker 1: locals and historians in the Police department and the low
Speaker 1: country areas, and the consensus is that this complex of
Speaker 1: canals was dug by slaves in the seventeen hundreds or
Speaker 1: the eighteen hundreds in order to drain the swamp land
Speaker 1: and allow access for farming, much like canals were dug
Speaker 1: for rice propagation closer to the coast. It is no
Speaker 1: sea that, with their involuntary servitude, slaves brought a great
Speaker 1: deal of culture and beliefs with them from their original motherland.
Speaker 1: To this day, their descendants that remain will tell you
Speaker 1: stories of haints, mooo hags, plaid eyes, and the like.
Speaker 1: Right up the road. A farm owner once told me
Speaker 1: the story of Maggie, a local witch doctor in the
Speaker 1: post Civil War area who leveraged her reputation to protect
Speaker 1: a fishing hole via threats of putting a route or
Speaker 1: casting a spell on anyone that poached her fish and game.
Speaker 1: Are places like this still protected? Do ghosts move on?
Speaker 1: Or do they still wander? I'm crossing some line by
Speaker 1: going along a remote canal that was surely miserable and
Speaker 1: grilling to handig in the slave days. Could it be
Speaker 1: that the forced labor that dug the canal that facilitated
Speaker 1: my duck hole dabbled in some sort of hoodoo or
Speaker 1: voodoo or witch hundred years ago? The thought had certainly
Speaker 1: crossed my mind as I hunted this spot. But still
Speaker 1: I nearly always hunt solo, and I don't frighten too
Speaker 1: easily to access this duckhole. I dropped my piro in
Speaker 1: off side of the road, and I paddled about a
Speaker 1: mile down the overgrown in beaver Dam canal before I
Speaker 1: broke off into a grass flat on either side The
Speaker 1: water was so high that there was no dry ground
Speaker 1: or even waitable water for five hundred yards on either
Speaker 1: side of the canal for the length of a mile.
Speaker 1: I was getting close to exiting the canal for the
Speaker 1: flooded vegetation when I saw two rectangular reflections several inches
Speaker 1: apart in my head lamp. They looked like they were
Speaker 1: on a big tree five or six feet up, but
Speaker 1: I didn't get a great look because they were shining
Speaker 1: back through the thick wax myrtle bush. They were so
Speaker 1: large that I thought they must have been reflective taxure
Speaker 1: tape left by another hunter to mark their spot. I
Speaker 1: wasn't sure if I had paddled far enough to break
Speaker 1: off from the canal, so I nosed my pirow into
Speaker 1: the wax myrtle and I pulled out my phone to
Speaker 1: check my progress on the map. I saw that I
Speaker 1: still needed to go another couple hundred yards down the canal,
Speaker 1: so I backed out of the bush and made it
Speaker 1: ten yards down stream. I don't recall what made me
Speaker 1: look over my shoulder, but I did, and I saw
Speaker 1: those two rectangular reflections still there. I thought it was odd,
Speaker 1: since I was one hundred and eighty degrees on the
Speaker 1: opposite side of the tree from where I saw them
Speaker 1: the minute before, meaning that whatever it was had crawled
Speaker 1: around the tree and was watching me from the other
Speaker 1: side well. I paddled in reverse to turn my pirow
Speaker 1: around to face the tree, and when I did, the
Speaker 1: two rectangular reflections quickly dropped down a foot and disappeared,
Speaker 1: as if they were eyes watching me before for their
Speaker 1: host spooked and turned its head and fled. I heard
Speaker 1: three splashes in the swamp, and then I heard silence.
Speaker 1: I shined my light around, but I didn't see anything,
Speaker 1: and I thought the interaction was odd, but I chalked
Speaker 1: it up to being a displaced deer or a wild
Speaker 1: hog washed away out in the swamp a quarter a
Speaker 1: mile from the shallow water. The large rectangular pupils were notable,
Speaker 1: but I figured that maybe that is what a deer's
Speaker 1: eyes look like when you're extremely close shining them with
Speaker 1: a head lamp, and I had never paid close attention
Speaker 1: to even notice. I moved on and a hunted, and
Speaker 1: I returned home with modest brace of wood ducks. I
Speaker 1: lived with my brother at the time, and I recounted
Speaker 1: the story to him. He immediately balked at the rectangular reflections.
Speaker 1: He said the only animal with rectangular pupils were octopuses.
Speaker 1: A quick Internet search showed that the actual list also
Speaker 1: includes goats and toads. I'm confident that the eyes were
Speaker 1: too large to belong to a toad or an octopus,
Speaker 1: and I'm almost nearly as confident that there was not
Speaker 1: a goat standing five or six feet above the water
Speaker 1: that far back into the flooded swamp. Now, there's plenty
Speaker 1: of folklore that states that when the devil walks the earth,
Speaker 1: he takes the form of a man with cloven hoofs
Speaker 1: and horns like a goat, and often with wings as well.
Speaker 1: Now I'm not saying I came face to face with
Speaker 1: Lucifer deep in the South Carolina swamp, but given the
Speaker 1: area's history and what I saw, I am not ruling
Speaker 1: it out. Oh that is so cool. I've never heard
Speaker 1: of rectangular eyes or irises as an iris or pupils pupils,
Speaker 1: I've never heard of that. I wouldn't have never even
Speaker 1: known an octopus had square pupils, or a goat or
Speaker 1: what was the other animal? Can't remember ducks, I can't.
Speaker 1: I'd have to read back anyway, I would not put
Speaker 1: square red eyes looking back and me I would not
Speaker 1: put that together with the devil. But this guy did
Speaker 1: because he did know about the hexes and the voodoos
Speaker 1: and hoodoos and plaid eyes and all that stuff with
Speaker 1: the slave culture that was there long before he got there.
Speaker 1: And you do have to wonder if some of those
Speaker 1: pagan religions didn't cast some kind of demonic spell on
Speaker 1: a place. I wonder about that. That's really got me thinking,
Speaker 1: that's interesting. Anyway, I'm just rambling. Didn't mean to carry
Speaker 1: on and say nothing, which I do often, but I
Speaker 1: just thought it was an interesting story. Anyway, I'll shut up.
Speaker 1: That was a great story. Thank you for sending it,
Speaker 1: Thanks for joining me on this podcast, and we'll see
Speaker 1: you on the next one, which will be pretty soon.
Speaker 1: Thanks again,