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