Speaker 1: Today, I want to tell you about a journey that
Speaker 1: I've been on for most of my life. Ever since
Speaker 1: I was a kid, I've heard tales of bigfoot and
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Speaker 1: I decided to do something a little bit different for
Speaker 1: your midweek bonus show. Many of you may be aware
Speaker 1: that I started a new podcast several months back called
Speaker 1: Backwoods Horror Stories. I have talked about it from time
Speaker 1: to time over here on Sasquatch Out to See, and
Speaker 1: I think I've even posted at least one or two
Speaker 1: stories that I've shared over on Backwoods Horror Stories. Many
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Speaker 1: Hey Brian, before I get started, I want to tell
Speaker 1: you how much I enjoy your shows. That Bigfoot podcast
Speaker 1: has become my new favorite. It's my guilty pleasure. I
Speaker 1: love the nobs approach and the banter between you and Wayne.
Speaker 1: You guys do a great job. It's for that reason
Speaker 1: I've decided to come to you with this. I've recently
Speaker 1: heard you guys talking about a subject that got my attention.
Speaker 1: You guys covered a story about a woman giving birth
Speaker 1: to Bigfoot's baby. I first thought about reaching out to
Speaker 1: the show that first shared that story, but not knowing
Speaker 1: to show the way that I know yours, I decided
Speaker 1: to contact you with it. I hope you can understand
Speaker 1: and respect how difficult this is for me to talk
Speaker 1: about and accept the fact that I must insist on
Speaker 1: remaining anonymous. This is my grandmother's story, and I'm one
Speaker 1: of the few people in the world that she ever
Speaker 1: told about it. It all started when she was a
Speaker 1: young girl. Her family lived in Arkansas on a two
Speaker 1: hundred acre farm. Her father, which would make him my
Speaker 1: great grandfather, had some grain silos on the property. I'm
Speaker 1: not a farmer, so I couldn't tell you how they
Speaker 1: worked or what all they did other than hold grain.
Speaker 1: He noticed that he had some new fresh dents on
Speaker 1: a couple of them, and he couldn't figure out where
Speaker 1: they were coming from. This all started very suddenly, and
Speaker 1: he could not figure out for the life of him
Speaker 1: what was going on? Until one day my grandmother said
Speaker 1: she heard a commotion coming from around the silos early
Speaker 1: one morning. It was just past dawn and the sun
Speaker 1: wasn't fully out yet. She knew that my granddad had
Speaker 1: already been up for a while attending to the animals,
Speaker 1: so she ran outside right in time to see this
Speaker 1: thing that was a little bit smaller than she was,
Speaker 1: running off into the woods with her father giving chase.
Speaker 1: This thing appeared to be covered in black hair with
Speaker 1: patches of brown all over it. She said she'd never
Speaker 1: seen anything run so fast. She asked her father about
Speaker 1: it and ask him what happened. She said she would
Speaker 1: never forget what he told her. He said, I think
Speaker 1: that was a little bugger. The damn thing fell in
Speaker 1: my silo. I thought it was some kids messing around
Speaker 1: and climbing on it, So I yelled at him to
Speaker 1: get off, and I reckon. I startled him because he
Speaker 1: fell through the damn roof. I ran over to open
Speaker 1: the hatch, hoping it wasn't full yet. When I opened
Speaker 1: the hatch, the harry bastard shot out of there and
Speaker 1: took off running a holler. He scared the shit out
Speaker 1: of me. Turns out the silo wasn't anywhere near full,
Speaker 1: but there was definitely grain in there. That's why he
Speaker 1: appeared to have these brown on spots on him. It
Speaker 1: was the grain that he fell into. In reality, this
Speaker 1: thing was jet black. It was covered from head to
Speaker 1: toe and thick black hair. Grandma said she had no
Speaker 1: idea what to make of it. She knew her daddy
Speaker 1: to be a hard working, honest man that would never lie,
Speaker 1: not to mention her seeing it for herself. They were
Speaker 1: the only two to see what happened that morning, and
Speaker 1: she was told not to speak a word of it
Speaker 1: to anyone, so she decided that she wouldn't now the
Speaker 1: way I was told that her daddy figured it, this
Speaker 1: thing must have felt like he saved its life or
Speaker 1: something of the sort, because this thing started showing up
Speaker 1: from time to time watching her daddy work around the farm.
Speaker 1: She said, the first few times he noticed it, it
Speaker 1: would run off from it, but it never stayed gone
Speaker 1: long though. He would always come back the next day,
Speaker 1: and sometimes that same day. Her daddy just started to
Speaker 1: accept it. He said, it never did bother him or
Speaker 1: anything else. That's until one day or Daddy noticed a
Speaker 1: chicken or two had gone missing. This really pissed him
Speaker 1: off at first, and he did something that shocked her.
Speaker 1: The next time he saw this thing, he stopped what
Speaker 1: he was doing, walked over to the chicken coop, grabbed
Speaker 1: up one of the chickens, and started walking towards the booger.
Speaker 1: Grandma said she wouldn't have believed it had she not
Speaker 1: seen it with her own eyes. She said he walked
Speaker 1: over towards this thing, swinging the chicken around in circles
Speaker 1: and yelling, no, no, my chicken, my chicken, leave my
Speaker 1: chickens alone. She said. She laughed so hard at the
Speaker 1: sight of her daddy yelling at this thing she almost
Speaker 1: peter her pants. I can still hear how hard she
Speaker 1: was laughing every time she told me that story. Her
Speaker 1: daddy was able to get pretty close to this thing,
Speaker 1: and when he did, that's when he noticed how skinny
Speaker 1: this thing looked. He said, it seemed to have this
Speaker 1: scared or sad look on its face as well. This
Speaker 1: made her daddy feel terrible because this thing was clearly
Speaker 1: just hungry. He speculated later on in life that its
Speaker 1: family must have abandoned him once he took interest in
Speaker 1: and started showing himself to humans. He always said he
Speaker 1: couldn't prove it, but that's what he always felt. This
Speaker 1: is when her daddy started leaving food out for it.
Speaker 1: When this began, it was the beginning of what my
Speaker 1: grandma called the greatest love of her life, her love
Speaker 1: for a sasquatch named Coda. As the years went by,
Speaker 1: Coda became a permanent fixture to our family. Grandma was
Speaker 1: an only child and her mother, my great grandmother, was
Speaker 1: the only other person on the farm aside from my
Speaker 1: great grandpa. Of course, they had family and friends that
Speaker 1: would visit from time to time, so their guard always
Speaker 1: had to stay up at all times. I mean, how
Speaker 1: exactly would you explain this to others? How do you
Speaker 1: explain the almost eight foot tall, hair covered farmhand that
Speaker 1: always followed them around all the time. It's also important
Speaker 1: to remember that my grandma first saw Coda when they
Speaker 1: were both very young. Grandma was actually a bit taller
Speaker 1: than Coda when she sawing, but that didn't last for
Speaker 1: very long. She said, Coda started growing like a weed.
Speaker 1: They grew up together. It's what it boils down to,
Speaker 1: and during those very impressionable years, the puberty years, they
Speaker 1: managed to get even closer. Grandma says she fought it
Speaker 1: as much as she could, but the feelings just became
Speaker 1: too strong. Something else you'll need to know about my
Speaker 1: grandma is that she had a cousin we'll call her S.
Speaker 1: S was born deaf, and in those years it was
Speaker 1: much harder on people with disabilities. S came from a
Speaker 1: loving family and they were very well off financially compared
Speaker 1: to most back then. They did their best to make
Speaker 1: her life as comfortable as possible, including sparing no expense
Speaker 1: on education. Everyone, including my Grandma, learned sign language so
Speaker 1: they could talk to S. This ended up coming in
Speaker 1: handy later on, as it became the only way Grandma
Speaker 1: and Coda could communicate. That's right, Coda was able to
Speaker 1: he'll learn a bit of sign language to hear my
Speaker 1: grandma tell it. All he knew was a few simple
Speaker 1: and basic signs, but it opened up all kinds of
Speaker 1: doors for the two of them and only helped to
Speaker 1: bring them closer and stay tuned.
Speaker 2: For more sasquatch ot to see, We'll be right back
Speaker 2: after these messages.
Speaker 1: Now. Don't get me wrong, this was not a relationship
Speaker 1: that was accepted by my Grandma's parents. They fought it
Speaker 1: with all they could. They told her many times that
Speaker 1: if they had the money, they would send her off
Speaker 1: to boarding school. There was this one time they were
Speaker 1: caught alone in the barn and Grandma's daddy stormed into
Speaker 1: the house and came out with his rifle, screaming, we
Speaker 1: aren't going to have to worry about sending you off.
Speaker 1: I'm about to send his hairy ass off. Luckily, Coda
Speaker 1: had time to get away and into the woods. Grandpa
Speaker 1: never really viewed Coda the same way after that, and
Speaker 1: he definitely looked at his little girl differently. As if
Speaker 1: this story wasn't hard enough to believe, it gets even
Speaker 1: more crazy. It was summertime, right before my grandma's seventeenth birthday,
Speaker 1: when she realized it had been over a month since
Speaker 1: she had had her last period. She said that she
Speaker 1: had never really been very regular to begin with, so
Speaker 1: it wasn't something that concerned her right away, But when
Speaker 1: she began to get sick every single morning, she began
Speaker 1: to worry. She said that it was not just sick,
Speaker 1: but violently sick. She described it as the most violent
Speaker 1: vomiting anyone could ever imagine. Had it been in normal
Speaker 1: morning sickness. Maybe she could have hidden it from her
Speaker 1: parents for a while longer, but every single episode of
Speaker 1: sickness was so severe it was impossible for anyone in
Speaker 1: the house not to hear it. Eventually, her parents took
Speaker 1: her to the doctor, only to get confirmation of what
Speaker 1: she had already been thinking. She was pregnant. Around three months,
Speaker 1: the doctor estimated her heart sank and her father's eyes
Speaker 1: raged with fury. He hoped with all that he had
Speaker 1: that there was some boy in town that he wasn't
Speaker 1: aware of. Imagine that, hoping your teenage daughter was pregnant
Speaker 1: by some man you didn't know, because the alternative was
Speaker 1: half booger for a grandchild. That wasn't to be the case.
Speaker 1: Though Koda was the father. My grandmother said she had
Speaker 1: no idea how it was even possible. Koda wasn't even human, right,
Speaker 1: how could this be? For months they discussed what to do.
Speaker 1: Coda came around less and less at the request of
Speaker 1: my grandma. She couldn't guarantee that her father wouldn't blow
Speaker 1: his brains out given the first opportunity. Over time, though,
Speaker 1: she wore her daddy down. After all, Grandma had always
Speaker 1: been the apple of her father's eye. He had been
Speaker 1: wrapped around her tiny fingers since the day she was born.
Speaker 1: There was nothing he wouldn't forgive her of and eventually
Speaker 1: he accepted it and they devised a plan. As much
Speaker 1: as he hated it, his baby girl would soon be
Speaker 1: a mother and they had absolutely no idea to what
Speaker 1: what was this child going to look like? It mattered not,
Speaker 1: because this was going to be their grandchild and they
Speaker 1: would love it and help protect it in any way
Speaker 1: they could. To hear it told, my great grandfather wasn't
Speaker 1: just a farmer, he was quite the good carpenter as well,
Speaker 1: and in no time he had built a small, rustic
Speaker 1: cabin in the woods behind their farmhouse. It wasn't anything spectacular,
Speaker 1: but it was where his grandchild would live and be raised.
Speaker 1: He had cleared out a spot a couple hundred yards
Speaker 1: in the woods behind the house and a few miles
Speaker 1: away from anyone else. It would all have to learn
Speaker 1: as they went, because this was new to everyone. Grandma
Speaker 1: told me that this was the hardest eight months of
Speaker 1: her life. She lived in constant discomfort and pain, not
Speaker 1: to mention the nausea that seemed to get worse as
Speaker 1: the pregnancy went on instead of better. I know the
Speaker 1: normal length of a pregnancy is almost ten months, but
Speaker 1: she barely made it to eight. She believed that this
Speaker 1: was due to the size of her baby. It was
Speaker 1: much larger than the average newborn, but delivery of the
Speaker 1: child took much longer than anyone expected. Grandma was in
Speaker 1: labor for over twenty four hours. It was the single
Speaker 1: worst and most painful experience of her life. She delivered
Speaker 1: in that little cabin with only her mother and father there.
Speaker 1: They were too afraid to have any doctors present. No
Speaker 1: doctors meant that there had to be no complications around
Speaker 1: our twenty six she was able to push him out.
Speaker 1: I wish this could be a happy ending to a
Speaker 1: crazy story, but that's not to be the case. The
Speaker 1: baby was still born. Grandma was devastated. She had no
Speaker 1: idea what its life may have been like, but it
Speaker 1: was her child and she loved him just the same.
Speaker 1: She would never talk much about what he looked like
Speaker 1: than having a lot more hair than any baby should.
Speaker 1: She did say that he weighed fifteen pounds, but basically
Speaker 1: he looked like a large, hairy newborn baby. It was
Speaker 1: the following day, when Coda came around, she said, not
Speaker 1: only are bigfoot reel, but they have emotions and the
Speaker 1: ability to cry. Coda let out a terrible scream and
Speaker 1: tears started to flow down his cheeks. He held his
Speaker 1: dead son in his arms and walked him into the woods. Grandma,
Speaker 1: with the help of her mother and father, followed him.
Speaker 1: They were all devastated and unable to control their emotions.
Speaker 1: They watched his Coda place the baby in Grandma's arms,
Speaker 1: and he picked up a rock that an average man
Speaker 1: would have had a hard time lifting, and he smashed
Speaker 1: it over another larger rock, breaking it into smaller pieces.
Speaker 1: He took one of those smaller pieces with a sharp
Speaker 1: end and he began to dig a hole. She said.
Speaker 1: The hole was about three by three foot and four
Speaker 1: feet deep, as deep as Coda could reach with his
Speaker 1: arm anyway. He then placed the baby in the hole
Speaker 1: and covered it up with the remaining dirt. Coda then
Speaker 1: found a much larger rock, bigger than the one he
Speaker 1: had already broken, and placed it on the grave. He
Speaker 1: and my grandma just stood there, holding each other for
Speaker 1: several minutes. Coda then kissed her on the head and
Speaker 1: walked into the woods. My grandma said she didn't know
Speaker 1: how she knew it, but she knew that was going
Speaker 1: to be the last time she would ever see him,
Speaker 1: and it was. It took some time, but she eventually
Speaker 1: healed from the berth, but she never really healed from
Speaker 1: the loss of Coda and the baby they shared. She
Speaker 1: went on to meet and fall in love with my grandpa.
Speaker 1: They were married and had three children of their own,
Speaker 1: but she never told him about her first love and
Speaker 1: the child that they had had. My grandpa died not
Speaker 1: long after I was born, so I never got to
Speaker 1: know him, but everyone says that he was a great man.
Speaker 1: Now you have to keep in mind that this, of course,
Speaker 1: is a secondhand story. It did not happen to me,
Speaker 1: and I only know what I was told, so if
Speaker 1: there are any details that are off, it's not on purpose.
Speaker 1: I did my best in the retelling. Take this story
Speaker 1: however you want, but it was very difficult for me
Speaker 1: to write this. I struggled with if I should because
Speaker 1: I know most sane people will not believe this. But
Speaker 1: I have never known of my grandma to lie. She
Speaker 1: was your typical, sweet old grandmother, and I believe every
Speaker 1: word that She told me, it's up to you and
Speaker 1: your listeners to decide if you do. Thank you again
Speaker 1: for allowing me and others to share their experiences, and
Speaker 1: I wish you and Wayne the best and continued success.
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