Speaker 1: I have an email from a woman and she has
four separate stories. I really enjoyed reading this. I hope
you guys enjoy it all. Right, here we go, I
may put my good glasses on here now I can
see the screen. I was born and raised in southern Oregon,
and I spent a lot of time in the Cascade
Mountains growing up. Fishing, hiking, hunting, exploring. You name the activity,
and I did it. My father spent forty years working
in the timber industry, many of those as a log
truck driver. It wasn't out of the ordinary for me
to ride along with him in the truck for the day,
or for my mom and I to join him occasionally
when he had to camp out in the woods because
of work. I was a preteen at the time time
and my mom and I joined my dad for a
few days while he was working in the Marble Mountains.
This encounter took place there. It was thirty five miles
out of Fort Jones, California, with my dad working as
a log truck driver. Anyone who knows anything about that
knows it isn't unusual for those guys to be in
bed by seven pm and get up at three am
or earlier to start the day. At around midnight, my
parents were asleep and I was reading a book with
my reading light and the camp trailer. What took place
next changed me for the rest of my life. I
was reading my book and I got a whiff of
the famous foul smell everyone who has had an encounter
knows about. The next thing I noticed was that the
frogs and the crickets had gone dead silent. I knew
there was a predator of some sort in the area,
and I decided to shut off my light and take
a look out the window to see what I could see.
I got extremely lucky that night, as it was a
full moon and it lit the woods up like daytime.
I grew up in the era of the movie Harry
and the Hendersons, and this got me obsessed with Bigfoot
at a very young age. And when I picked out
the window, I knew exactly what I was looking at.
Fifty feet away, I saw the outline of a bipedal creature.
He was just sitting back observing, but I could tell
that he had places to be. I'm sure he was
making a judgment on if it was safe to go
on about his business. He was carrying a dead deer,
probably to feed himself and his family, and I watched
him cross the clearing behind our camp trailer, and he
crossed the logging road and then he strided up a
steep bank like it was nothing. I didn't mention anything
to my parents because my dad doesn't believe in bigfoot.
But the next morning I took my dad's tape measure
and I measured from the ground to a branch on
the tree where I saw his head roughly. I granted
I'm not an expert by any means, but I guesstimated
him to be probably eight feet tall. There were some
footprints and they were eighteen inches long and seven inches wide.
Later that day, one of his coworkers and good friends
showed up and said they found giant footprints at their
camp site. They also found the fur of a deer
that looked like it had been peeled right off the meat,
just like you would tear a paper towel in the middle.
The next day, my dad didn't have to work, so
he and my mom and I joined some of his
coworkers and their families at the nearby lake three miles
up the road. There was a group of maybe twenty people,
and everyone was fishing and visiting and hanging out and
enjoying the day, and nothing happened until twilight. This is
when I feel like we crossed over into their territory
by the lake. As the sun was going down, we
all started hearing tree knocks and getting closer and closer
from all directions. And after that came the growls and
the whoops and the house. And when that didn't scare
us off, that's when the rocks started being tossed in
our direction. I'm talking big, old, many boulders. One actually
almost hit another kid who was around the same age
as me, and it only missed him by maybe six inches.
That's when everyone decided to load up their stuff and
get the hell out of there. My mom and I
left the next day, while my dad and his co
workers had to stay up there another week or so.
My dad said no one had any other encounters, but
the rest of the time they were there, no one
went back to the lake. The only thing the workers
reported was what they found, more footprints and heard more
wood knocking and howling in whoop sounds Story number two.
It was two thousand and nine and I was twenty
five years old, living in Applegate, Oregon. Ironically enough, I
was on my way to see the famous Bigfoot Trap.
I had known about it since I was kid, and
I was technically a local. I just never had the
curiosity to check it out. But that day I was bored,
I had the day off, and there was nothing to do,
so naturally, I set off on an adventure in the outdoors.
The Bigfoot Trap, located in Applegate, is kind of an
icon around these parts. It was built in the nineteen
seventies by a research team. Obviously, they weren't successful in
trapping a bigfoot in it. You can easily google the
directions on how to get there or see pictures of it.
But to my knowledge, because it had become such a
tourist attraction and was becoming dilapidated, the Forest Service actually
decided to restore it. So hey, I thought that was
pretty cool in itself. I reached the trap and did
my investigation, and I checked it out, and I crawled
inside it, and I looked around, and there wasn't anything
super special about it. It was just a wooden box
with a green grated slide mechanism for a door. It
was just a normal day in the forest with all
the forest critters making their noises. Birds were chirping away
and frogs were croaking. And when I knew there was
about an hour and a half left of daylight, I
decided to head back to my car because it would
take about that long to get back to the Heart
Heart Heart Tish Picnic Heart Tish Picnic and parking area. Ooh,
I had trouble getting one out. When I turned around,
I knew I was no longer alone. At first, I
thought it might have been other hikers, but this was
a day in the middle of the week, and I
hadn't seen other human beings the entire four hours that
I had been there. Everyone has heard that Bigfoot can
malk other animals. Well, I can tell you that is
one hundred percent accurate. I heard whistling, but my train
tears knew it wasn't. They weren't close enough to me
to smell yet, but the complete silence was enough to
alert me to what I knew was present and watching me.
I picked up a stick and hit the tree next
to me three times, and it didn't surprise me when
I got a response. And after that, I said loud
enough for them to hear. All right, guys, I know
you're there, I'm not a threat, and I'm headed out
of here anyway. I heard two more whistles behind me,
and I started to walk out of there at a slow,
steady pace. I was afraid of going too fast because
I didn't want to trigger their predator instinct to chase me.
As I walked along, I heard branches snapping directly behind
me and off to the side, and I knew there
was more than one. I proceeded further and I heard
a third one come up on the other side. And
the more of them that I hurt surround me, the
more freaked out I got. But I just kept moving forward.
I just knew my little nigh one millimeter wouldn't protect
me if the situation were to go south. The forest
going through here isn't super dense, and you can catch
occsual things through the trees. I'm pretty sure it was
comical to watch me walking and trying to remain calm
as I talked to them and tried to see them
as non threatening as possible. I think they have a
sense of humor and like to mess with us humans
very often. And now eleven years later, I think that
is what this trio was doing. I was scared, and
I was nervous, but I didn't feel threatened. I never
got to see the one behind me, but I had
a feeling that he was the pack leader, so to speak.
I got a peak of the two on the other
side of me, though. The first one was to my right,
and it looked younger than the others, and the sounds
it made were quieter by comparison. I got a mischievous
vibe from this creature. It wasn't more than six feet tall,
and it had wide shoulders, and it looked around four
hundred pounds. Maybe that was a small female. I saw
the second one on my left a whole lot better.
I don't think he was trying to hide anyway, because
he was a good sized one and he was not
shy in the slightest. He was only maybe twenty yards
from me of that, and I stopped, and I turned
my head and I said to him, easy, big guy,
I see you, and I respect you. He and I
made eye contact, and I gazed at him for roughly
thirty seconds. His hair was black, and he was at
least seven and a half feet tall and four feet
at the shoulders, and I'm guessing he was seven to
eight hundred pounds, and while we were doing a stare down,
he stepped forward to let me know that he was
not afraid of me, and in response, I repeated my
words and continued to walk toward my car. They stayed
with me for probably another five minutes and proceeded with
their business once they figured out I was not a threat.
I thank them for the escort and protection, whether that
is what they were doing or not. And when I
was only five hundred feet from my car, they disappeared
back into the forest. I kind of regret not being
able to see the third one, but I knew he
was behind me. I was doing everything I could to
not make them mad or put them on alert, and
that's why I didn't turn around to look at him.
Something told me that would have been a mistake. All right.
Here is her story number three. It was October of
twenty fifteen and hunting season was in I was thirty
years old at the time, and the location was in
the middle of the woods in no man's land out
of Prospect, Oregon. I was by myself and going to
use my usual hunting spot that my family and close
friends had frequented for three generations. It was early in
the morning, between five and six AM, and I was
sitting up in a tree stand looking for wildlife. I
was armed with a Remington three to eight with a scope.
Based on my past experiences, I was alert to any
sign of bigfoot that might be in the area. But
as I spent the day up in the stand, scanning
the area and looking for any sign of game, without
any luck. I was comforted by the sounds of the
birds and the other animals, knowing if something dangerous were nearby,
they would have gone quiet. By now, night was coming
upon me quickly, and I decided to head back to camp,
which was less than a half a mile away, And
when I got there, I found nothing out of the ordinary,
and still no sign of any predators or bigfoot. The
first night was quiet, and I heard some wood knocking
and chirps, so I knew they were nearby, But the
night went smoothly and without any problems. On day two,
I went back to my tree stand and had a
day like the one before, with little on both the
wildlife and the bigfoot fronts. But that night I got
a little entertainment the woodknocks and the chirps were louder,
and they were closer, and I could hear them chatter
amongst themselves. I figured there were at least three of
them based on the different tones and sounds of the chatter,
and again based on past experience, I thought it couldn't
hurt to let them know that I was there, that
I was only trying to get some food, and that
I was not a threat. It may have helped me
because even though I caught one of their outlines among
the trees in the light of my fire, I knew
they were just watching me, and the night went smoothly.
Day three was the same, but by the time I
got back to my camp later in the day, it
had been destroyed. The food I had hanged up in
the trees was gone, and they had gotten into my
ice chest and all its contents were gone or spread
out over my campsite, and the rest of my items
were knocked over and scattered every and when I saw
my tent had been wrecked and shredded, I got pretty
hiked off and I yelled at them, and I told
them it wasn't the right thing to do, since I
didn't mean them any harm. Looking back, their destruction of
my camp was probably a warning to get out. Of course,
I didn't take the hint, and I stayed the night anyway.
The third night progressed and the situation escalated. The wooddocks
were my first warning. They were loud and hard and aggressive,
and they were constant, like every ten minutes, and they
got closer and closer, and when that didn't scare me off,
they started throwing rocks, and they came from all directions
at me, and they were mixed in with the occasional
small logs and large branches. I yelled at them again
and told them to stop, and I reminded them that
they had destroyed all my gear besides my sleeping bag,
and when morning came that I would be gone. I
had to sound as confident as I could, but I
won't lie. I was pretty scared. With me yelling at
them and telling them to back off. They got silent
for a little while, just long enough for me to
fall into a good sleep, and then a couple hours
later they started throwing rocks again. They were even closer
than before, and I knew I was surrounded, and I
fired a warning shot with my pistol, and I told
them to back off, and after that I heard growls
and chatter that vibrated through my whole body, and I
told them to back off again and thought I would
be heading out at first light. They went silent again,
just long enough for me to fall back asleep one
more time, and then my blaring alarm clock woke me
up just as the sun was shining its first rays
into the dark sky, and as I fumbled to turn
it off, I heard the thudding of huge, pounding footsteps
coming right at me, and I silenced the alarm, and
when I looked in the direction of the steps, I
saw the largest bigfoot I had ever seen coming straight
at me. Now I might be exaggerating because of how
scared I was, but this one was ten feet tall
or taller, and his shoulders were five or six feet wide,
and he was easily over eight hundred pounds. He was
a big one. I felt the whole forests vibrate as
he came at me, and I fired two warning shots
to get him to stop, but he didn't. I grabbed
my rifle and I started heading down the hill to
my car, and it was parked on the main road
and at least a mile away, and I waddled as
fast as I could go, because, to be honest, I'm
a fat woman, and my ass doesn't run. You go, girl,
She's a fat woman and she ain't running. The tree
branches were cracking and snapping as this guy mowed down
through the forest behind me, pushing and scaring me out.
I knew he was going slow, because he could have
caught up with me in just a few strides if
he wanted to. When I was halfway to my car,
I had had enough and I stopped and I turned around,
and amazingly enough, he stopped too. I pulled my rifle
out and had him in the crosshairs of my scope,
right dead on his forehead in the center. I had
a clear shot, and I looked into his eyes and
I saw nothing but rage and anger that I was there,
even though I wasn't a threat to him and his
family by any means. I was just about to pull
the trigger when I heard another boom coming from my side,
and I stole a horrified look to my right and
I saw another one, just as angry and pissed off
as the other guy, and he was coming right at me.
I thought I was a goner for sure. I did
the only thing I could do. I strapped my rifle
back on my shoulder and I started running as fast
as I could go. And all I could hear was
the stomps of their thunderous steps and the shape of
the damn earth under my feet. It felt like an eternity.
But I finally reached my car. I couldn't open the
door fast enough, and as I got inside, I saw
both of them at the edge of the tree line.
And that's when the loudest, must fearsome growl and howl
i've ever heard reverberated through the entire forest, and I
swear it made my heart skip a beat and I
felt like I was having a minor heart attack. They
let me live that day, even though they could have
easily taken me out in nothing flat. I've been going
to this hunting spot every year my entire life, and
I never saw signs of Bigfoot being in that area.
My friends and family didn't report anything strange either, And
over the last decade or more, the wildlife has changed.
And what I mean by that is the last successful
hunting trip any of us had was over ten years ago.
I've not seen any type of game animal in this
spot for you years, I haven't even seen a bear
or a cougar, and the only signs of wildlife for
the birds and the small rodents and in by nearly
thirty years of going here, this was the first time
I had ever noticed signs of bigfoot, and it makes
me think that they must have put a claim on
this area as their territory. Recently, I haven't been back
to that spot, nor will I ever go back. This
encounter is scared to live in daylights out of me,
and I'm not sharing my encounter to scare people. I'm
sharing it because my story should add some first hand
insight that bigfoot are not little puppies and kittens. They
can be aggressive and territorial, and if they feel the need,
they can take a human out with no problem. I
know I'm not the only person on Earth who has
had terrifying encounters like this, but I'm still afraid to
reveal what happened to me to anyone. I want to
warn people about spending time out here, but knowing they
won't believe me, I won't bother and now here is
her fourth and last story. As if this hasn't been
exciting enough so far. She's got another story, so let's
do it. Let's do this. I lived in central Ohio
for several years and I frequented a cemetery in the
local area, Teresa's Cemetery. You had to hide down a
driveway about a mile. The cemetery closes at dusk, and
the cops patrol it because of its reputation and the
rituals that have taken place here. I've had several types
of encounters in this cemetery, but those are stories for
another time, So for now, I want to tell you
about the bigfoot ghost. The first time I saw this
ghost was on my first visit to the cemetery. It
was nighttime and I was there with three friends who
had each grown up visiting and frequenting the cemetery on
a regular basis. I was walking around and shining my
flashlight and reading the headstones, and I could hear footsteps
of a large creature nearby in the woods. I shined
my flashlight into the trees, but I didn't see anything.
My friends and I were spread apart throughout the cemetery
and not really close to each other, and none of
them were big enough to make that much noise. I
continued to walk around and read the headstones, and I
could hear this bigfoot tromping through the trees. I could
hear it breathing heavy and staying in the shadows, and
it followed me. I kept shining my flashlight through the
trees to see if I could catch a glimpse of him,
and I finally did. I saw a ghostly apparition with black,
hollowed out eyes resembling a bigfoot. One of the ladies
that I was with she saw it too and took off,
screaming and running toward the car, and her reaction made
the rest of us decide to call it a night
and get out of there. The second time I encountered
this bigfoot ghost, I went to the cemetery on Halloween
night to do a Wiji board reading with three sisters
who were witches. And as we were doing the reading,
I had a recorder going as well as my digital camera,
taking continuous pictures and set up to motion record, and
I could hear the bigfoot ghosts walking around in the
tree line, and I could hear his heavy breathing again,
but I didn't see him. I was leaving and walking
down the highway, and I could hear him walking off
to the side of me. And when I got home
that night, I reviewed the audio recordings and the images
that my camera got. The audio recorded some grunts, bigfoot
like chatter, and a couple of howls. My camera caught
the ghost apparition in three different shots. Unfortunately, though, when
I left Ohio, I had to leave a lot of
personal items at my ex's house. That was seven years ago,
and I'm sure my things, including my ghostly images, had
been thrown away by now. The third time I encountered
the Bigfoot ghost was right before I left the state.
I was there doing my standard thing of reading the
headstones and seeing if I could catch anything on audio,
pictures or video. But I could tell there was something
different in the air. It was an ominous and dark
feeling that I had never experienced there before. And after
I had been there for about an hour, I saw
a disturbing shadow figure that came right at me. It
chased me out of the cemetery, but just as strange,
after I crossed a certain point, it was like the
shadow had hit a brick wall and couldn't go any further.
It let out a horrible scream, like a ghostly bansheet,
and when I turned to see it, I saw the
Bigfoot ghost right behind me, and I froze and I
couldn't believe what I was seeing. The Bigfoot ghost growled
at the shadow figure and the thing disappeared. I stammered
a shaky thank you to the Bigfoot ghost, and after
observing me for a few seconds, it turned around and
disappeared into the trees. I looked back in disbelief in
the direction the shadow figure had disappeared, and then looked
at the trees with a bigfoot faded away, knowing I
would never be able to tell anyone what I had seen.
Mysterious events have plagued my entire life, and as usual,
I had in my experience that night to the long
list of things that no one will ever believe they
never do. Yes, I will agree with that last sentence.
You have been plagued your entire life with mysterious stuff,
mainly things with Bigfoot and the Luigi Borg stuff. Are
you a witch? I'm just curious these stories are I
think I got these back in twenty twenty twenty three,
maybe maybe twenty twenty maybe even twenty twenty two. I'm
just now getting to them. She actually sent them in
four separate emails, and as I was digging through emails,
they happen to all still be one right after another.
I'm glad of that, because when people do that and
they add to their story three or four days later,
there's been twenty emails jump in between them, and when
I'm looking for stories, I'll miss them. But I was
lucky on this one anyway. I thought this was exciting. Man,
she's had bigfoot experiences all her life. How do y'all
do that. I can't even see a broken twig to
where I could even fake it and say, yeah, bigfoot
did that. I mean, I never see anything. I just
see normal stuff in the woods, turtles and snakes and
squirrels and raccoons and deer, and never a bigfoot. I
never see a bigfoot. I guess I'm just jinxed. All right.
Thank you to the writer for sending this story. It
was wonderful. That's going to do it for this podcast.
I hope you all enjoyed it and we'll see you
on the next one. Thanks again,