Speaker 1: I am eighty nine years old now, and I've never
Speaker 1: told this story to anyone other than my immediate family.
Speaker 1: I'm in my twilight years, and I feel the need
Speaker 1: to pass this on to others who may have had encounters.
Speaker 1: My mother gave birth to me at home, partially because
Speaker 1: that was the way things were done back then. Daddy
Speaker 1: was away at work when I decided that it was
Speaker 1: time to go into my new life journey. Mom was
Speaker 1: all alone at home when the event took place, and
Speaker 1: thankfully things went well. She and I were okay for
Speaker 1: the hour or so until Dad got home and ran
Speaker 1: and got the midwife. During the event, Mom looked out
Speaker 1: the window anxiously waiting for Daddy. There was someone there,
Speaker 1: but it wasn't him. It was a large, hairy man.
Speaker 1: It scared her. Mom said. The face smiled at her
Speaker 1: and then just turned around and walked away. I figured
Speaker 1: that it saw that she was okay, and it went
Speaker 1: on with its day. My mother was deaf, and I
Speaker 1: grew up and I learned two languages, English and American
Speaker 1: Sign Language. When I was five years old, we moved
Speaker 1: to a farm in the Deep South, and I had
Speaker 1: all kinds of animals to play with dogs and cats
Speaker 1: and chickens, you name it, we had it. We had
Speaker 1: a huge garden too. Dad had made a large area
Speaker 1: for me to play in with a swing set and
Speaker 1: a slide and a sandbox. I had a tricycle and
Speaker 1: a radio flyer wagon too, And since I was an
Speaker 1: only child, sometimes I just sat on the swing and
Speaker 1: I swung lazily on my own, facing the woods, wishing
Speaker 1: desperately I had a playmate, And one day that happened.
Speaker 1: I was swinging one afternoon when just inside the woodline
Speaker 1: I saw a small, dark monkeylike thing looking at me. Well,
Speaker 1: I was fascinated with animals, so I wasn't scared. I
Speaker 1: got off the swing and went to the edge of
Speaker 1: the fence and it smiled at me, and I smiled back,
Speaker 1: and I waved, and it waved back, and I stretched
Speaker 1: out my arm and it stepped out further into the opening,
Speaker 1: and I could see that it was a boy like me,
Speaker 1: and I motioned for him to come closer. Over the
Speaker 1: next weeks and months, we visited each other at the
Speaker 1: woodline and got to know each other as best as
Speaker 1: we were able to. I could see that he was
Speaker 1: interested in my play area. Several times, I found tracks
Speaker 1: in the sand and the toys were not as I
Speaker 1: left them, so I suspect that he would come around
Speaker 1: at night when we were sleeping. One day, when we
Speaker 1: were visiting at the woodline, his mother came out. She
Speaker 1: picked him up and took two giant steps to the
Speaker 1: play area and dropped him in. We were both a
Speaker 1: bit prized at first, but what fun we had that day.
Speaker 1: With Dad off at work and Mom being deaf, we
Speaker 1: hooped and hollered and had a grand old time. Mom
Speaker 1: never worried about me because I never left the play
Speaker 1: area unless I went into the house. In those days,
Speaker 1: that was how things were done. My new friend pushed
Speaker 1: me on the wagon and he rode the tricycle. We
Speaker 1: swung on the swings and went down the slide together.
Speaker 1: This went on for months. I started calling him buddy,
Speaker 1: and I would call for him whenever I was in
Speaker 1: the play area alone. I never told anyone about him,
Speaker 1: and I kept our play dates to myself. But one
Speaker 1: day the inevitable happened. The weather was turning cold, and
Speaker 1: I was so excited to go out and play that
Speaker 1: I didn't take a jacket. I'd been out there long
Speaker 1: enough for Buddy to come out and play. When Mom
Speaker 1: stepped out the back door and walked to the play
Speaker 1: area with my jacket, and she stopped in horror and
Speaker 1: disbelief that the sight of Buddy and me having a
Speaker 1: grand time playing while his massive beast of a mother
Speaker 1: watched from just inside the woodline. Mom let out a
Speaker 1: scream like no other in Buddy's Mom stepped out of
Speaker 1: the trees. Well. Buddy was scared out of his wits
Speaker 1: and he jumped into his mother's arms. They were gone.
Speaker 1: Mom grabbed me and took me into the house and
Speaker 1: I wasn't allowed to go to the play area alone again.
Speaker 1: Mom told Dad to build a large wooden fence to
Speaker 1: fence off the woodline, and Dad said, if this thing
Speaker 1: is as big as you say it is, it won't
Speaker 1: make any difference what we do. But Mom was adamant.
Speaker 1: She told him she saw that thing's face twice and
Speaker 1: she would not tolerate seeing it a third time. She
Speaker 1: told him to build a fence so they would be moving.
Speaker 1: But Dad did build the fence and Mom finally calmed down.
Speaker 1: Now I remember seeing her looking out the kitchen window,
Speaker 1: checking to see if anyone was there, but to my disappointment,
Speaker 1: Buddy and I never did have any more visits. A
Speaker 1: couple of decades and I grew up and went off
Speaker 1: to college. I went to get a veterinary degree specializing
Speaker 1: in large animals. I never forgot my farm experience and
Speaker 1: my friend Buddy. When I graduated from vet school, I
Speaker 1: returned to my sleepy little town I grew up in
Speaker 1: to start a vetinary practice. Mom and dad had passed
Speaker 1: on and the old house was in some disrepair. I
Speaker 1: went out to the backyard and looked around. The old
Speaker 1: play area was still there. It's converted now to an
Speaker 1: old duck run with a waiting pool that had a
Speaker 1: few holes in it. That old fence was still there,
Speaker 1: but it had a few sections missing from it due
Speaker 1: to age. The garden area hadn't been used in a
Speaker 1: decade or more. I took note of all the repairs needed,
Speaker 1: and I added them to my to do list. When
Speaker 1: I wasn't getting called out for an animal emergency at
Speaker 1: this farm or that, I spent all week and remodeling
Speaker 1: my homestead. Since I was the only vet for fifty miles,
Speaker 1: I had built quite a client tile, but at the
Speaker 1: rate I was working, it would be years before I
Speaker 1: had the house fixed up. Months later, I had the
Speaker 1: old house livabool again, and I had heard stories from
Speaker 1: some of the older folks around me about the buggers
Speaker 1: in the area and the noises they made at night.
Speaker 1: There are stories of crops being stolen and animals being taken,
Speaker 1: and occasional noises around the area. Hearing these stories made
Speaker 1: me wonder about Buddy and his mom and what happened
Speaker 1: to them. After one especially long work week, I was
Speaker 1: worn smack out and I decided it was time to
Speaker 1: grill a few burghers and have a beer, and I
Speaker 1: forgot about the renovations for the weekend. Just as I
Speaker 1: was starting to light the coals, I heard a grunt
Speaker 1: from the woodline. I didn't see anything, so I let
Speaker 1: off the coals and I popped the top, and again
Speaker 1: a loud grunt came from the woodline. Me and my
Speaker 1: beer strolled over to that break in the fence for
Speaker 1: a closer look, and to my surprise, outstepped an eight
Speaker 1: foot tall behemoth of a male sasquatch. When he spoke,
Speaker 1: I dropped my beer. He said, Buddy, it was Buddy,
Speaker 1: all grown up. I smiled at him, and he smiled
Speaker 1: back at me, and the next thing I knew, he
Speaker 1: threw me over his shoulder and he ran with me
Speaker 1: through the woods. He hauled my butt for miles and
Speaker 1: at no leisurely pace. We finally came to some deep
Speaker 1: mountain woods in a ravine and I saw an entire
Speaker 1: colony of sasquatch. Buddy brought me to some kind of
Speaker 1: structure and he set me down, and I looked around,
Speaker 1: and I saw an enormous alpha male pacing and eyeing
Speaker 1: me like I was about to be his lunch. This
Speaker 1: thing was not happy that I was there, but Buddy
Speaker 1: motioned for me to go inside the structure with him.
Speaker 1: Inside were several females. One of them was pregnant and
Speaker 1: in obvious distress. I moved closer to her, but the
Speaker 1: other females moved in my way to protect her. To
Speaker 1: my amazement, she signed to them that I was there
Speaker 1: to help. The signs she used was old, and most
Speaker 1: of it I didn't understand, but I was able to
Speaker 1: understand that she needed water. One of the females left
Speaker 1: and came back with water in a basket made of leaves.
Speaker 1: They let me move closer to the pregnant female and
Speaker 1: I began my assessment. Her baby was breached, and I
Speaker 1: tried to communicate with her that I needed to turn
Speaker 1: the baby around, and after some back and forth, she understood.
Speaker 1: With buddy standing guard outside, I put pressure on her
Speaker 1: abdomen to try to turn the baby. Before a newborn,
Speaker 1: I could tell this was going to be a whopper.
Speaker 1: I was not able to fully turn the baby on
Speaker 1: my own, though I had to sign with one of
Speaker 1: the other females that I needed her help. It took
Speaker 1: one human veterinarian and one female Bigfoot attendant, but after
Speaker 1: a tough few minutes, we got the baby turned around.
Speaker 1: While this was going on in the hut, I noticed
Speaker 1: a commotion outside. It sounded guttural and serious, but the
Speaker 1: baby was almost there and I didn't have time to
Speaker 1: check it out. It was yelling and gibberish and crashing
Speaker 1: and howling, and it sounded like all hell was breaking loose.
Speaker 1: I was just about to get this little guy out
Speaker 1: when the hut shook violently and I heard a grunt
Speaker 1: and a groan and something hit the ground hard. The
Speaker 1: baby's head had just crowned and I was working on
Speaker 1: getting a shoulder out when what I can only describe
Speaker 1: as a chimpanzee frenzy broke out like they were all
Speaker 1: being chased by a silver back. Out came the other shoulder,
Speaker 1: and I welcomed the newborn baby boy Sasquatch into the world.
Speaker 1: At this point, my job was done. They had been
Speaker 1: doing this for centuries, I presume. So I set the
Speaker 1: baby on the mama's belly and I washed him off
Speaker 1: a bit, and I stroked mom's face and I smiled
Speaker 1: and she smiled back, and I went out to see
Speaker 1: what the commotion was all about. I walked outside to
Speaker 1: one of the most vicious heavyweight fights I could imagine.
Speaker 1: There they were Buddy and the Alpha posturing each other.
Speaker 1: The first move was about the Alpha and he tried
Speaker 1: to jump onto Buddy, but Buddy was too fast. He
Speaker 1: moved on to his back and grabbed the Alpha, and
Speaker 1: he kicked him into a big tree. The tree he
Speaker 1: shook like it was going to topple over. The Alpha
Speaker 1: was really pissed off now, and he charged Buddy and
Speaker 1: they came to blows. If you've ever seen Too Grizzly's fight,
Speaker 1: it was like that mixed with the power of two
Speaker 1: silver bagged guerrillas. It was fast and vicious, and by
Speaker 1: round two they were both torn up and bloody. But
Speaker 1: he had some deep lacerations on his chest and the
Speaker 1: Alpha had one clawed open. Well. I watched them and
Speaker 1: I wished I still had my beer. As they charged
Speaker 1: each other, Buddy stepped to the Alpha's blindside and clocked
Speaker 1: him with a hard, straight left to the nose. There
Speaker 1: was a sickening sound of bone and blood, and the
Speaker 1: Alpha found himself on his butt. He let out a
Speaker 1: howl of anger, and when the two came back together,
Speaker 1: there was so much power you could feel it in
Speaker 1: the ground. Somehow, the Alpha, with obviously years of fighting experience,
Speaker 1: managed to put Buddy on the ground with an MMA
Speaker 1: style move that would have made Royce Gracie proud, and
Speaker 1: then he started to pound on Buddy relentlessly. At that point,
Speaker 1: I began to worry for my safety. If the Alpha
Speaker 1: one would I be able to leave? Would I survived
Speaker 1: the next minutes In post fight, Just then Buddy saw
Speaker 1: an opening and he pounded the Alpha's nose again. The
Speaker 1: pain gave Buddy the break he needed. The office screamed
Speaker 1: in pained and rolled in the dirt. Buddy jumped up,
Speaker 1: went over to the alpha, and pounded him into oblivion.
Speaker 1: Such was the way of things in this group. I
Speaker 1: suppose the rest of the group quieted down after that,
Speaker 1: and I no longer feared for my safety. All the
Speaker 1: tribe came over and touched Buddy, acknowledging him as the
Speaker 1: new alpha. Just then, the female who had just given
Speaker 1: birth stepped out of the hut holding the baby. Buddy
Speaker 1: went over to her and both of them touched foreheads,
Speaker 1: and I realized then that she must have been his mate.
Speaker 1: I wonder there was a fight. Buddy had been protecting
Speaker 1: his family. As alpha, he had a new large family
Speaker 1: and breeding rites. And Buddy walked up to me and
Speaker 1: signed something similar to friend, and I reached up, put
Speaker 1: my hand on his shoulder and signed it back to him.
Speaker 1: Out of the group came an old female with gray hair,
Speaker 1: and she walked up to me looked at me over.
Speaker 1: I saw an image in my mind of a young
Speaker 1: Sosquatch female watching her child playing with a human child.
Speaker 1: I felt the hope and joy in her that the
Speaker 1: two species could bridge that gap. I reached out to
Speaker 1: her with both hands, and I pulled her forehead to
Speaker 1: mine and thought only love, and in return, she smiled
Speaker 1: and she stroked my cheek. I saw tears forming her eyes,
Speaker 1: and she returned to the group, and I spent a
Speaker 1: few days with the colony, helping tend to Buddy's wounds
Speaker 1: and getting to know several of them. A group of
Speaker 1: young males and Buddy took me back home. After my
Speaker 1: time with them, I enlarged and rebuilt the play area.
Speaker 1: Every now and again I would see some young ones
Speaker 1: playing out there, and I would visit with their watchers.
Speaker 1: I even came to find out they kind of liked
Speaker 1: a beer. And to this day I still have company
Speaker 1: now and again, though less frequently than before. I'm married
Speaker 1: a farmer's daughter or a beautiful fiery redhead who kept
Speaker 1: the family in line, and we lived in the old
Speaker 1: homestead and we raised our family there. I told my
Speaker 1: wife this story one night and took her out to
Speaker 1: the woodline. There I introduced her to my other family.
Speaker 1: Once she was over the shock, she loved on those
Speaker 1: little sasquatch babies like they were her own while they
Speaker 1: were in the play area, and eventually our own children
Speaker 1: played together with theirs. My children have grown and gone,
Speaker 1: but they keep the secret of the homestead. The love
Speaker 1: of my life has passed, and I will soon go
Speaker 1: to meet her too. The last time I saw Buddy,
Speaker 1: he was older like me, and probably a bit slower.
Speaker 1: I'm sure that he's not the Alpha any longer, but
Speaker 1: I hope that he is living a slow and good
Speaker 1: life now somewhere with his mate. The last time I
Speaker 1: saw the Sasquatch group, I told him that soon they
Speaker 1: would not see me anymore, and that it was best
Speaker 1: that they didn't come back here. That might not be safe.
Speaker 1: They seem to understand, and we all parted with love
Speaker 1: and understanding. I only hope that when I get to
Speaker 1: my final destination, I will also see my Buddy with
Speaker 1: my wife and my mother and my father, and I
Speaker 1: hope they have beer where we're going. Okay, I just
Speaker 1: opened this story up. It was one of the longer
Speaker 1: stories I had, and since I'm just doing one story
Speaker 1: in this podcast, I picked the largest file in a
Speaker 1: list of about thirty stories I have ready to go.
Speaker 1: So this is obviously a fictional story. I don't know.
Speaker 1: I guess it could be true, but the writer didn't
Speaker 1: say it was fiction. But it doesn't take a rocket
Speaker 1: scientist to figure that out. You never know, You never
Speaker 1: there are weirder things. Well, I don't know if there's
Speaker 1: any weirder things that have happened, but probably I'm going
Speaker 1: to write this off as fiction. I just didn't know
Speaker 1: what it was. But it was a great story. Didn't
Speaker 1: y'all think that was a great story? Let me know
Speaker 1: in the comments section? Uh, you know. I put out
Speaker 1: I Am quitting the I'm Quitting video back about a
Speaker 1: week ago, and I am almost there. I've got about
Speaker 1: three days of work left and I have just been
Speaker 1: bearing down, going twelve hours a day, seven days a week,
Speaker 1: trying to get to the end. And as soon as
Speaker 1: I'm done and I send that last slug of drawings off,
Speaker 1: you're gonna see podcast after podcast after podcasts for me,
Speaker 1: starting probably toward the end of this week, I'm going
Speaker 1: to get a few recorded, schedule them out. Heck, I
Speaker 1: may do one podcast a day for thirty days. Wouldn't
Speaker 1: that be cool. I've never done that before, but I've
Speaker 1: thought about it. I thought about it for years, and
Speaker 1: I didn't want to commit to it because sometimes I
Speaker 1: commit to things, or I tell y'all I'm going to
Speaker 1: get is Steve Lilly out, and then six months later,
Speaker 1: I still haven't got it out. So I didn't want
Speaker 1: to over commit, which I'm notorious for, because I think
Speaker 1: I can do it. I think I can do it.
Speaker 1: I would like to do a podcast today for thirty days.
Speaker 1: I'm going on vacation in a couple of weeks and
Speaker 1: I'm gonna be gone for about seven days. I'm not
Speaker 1: sure if I can do one for thirty days for
Speaker 1: thirty days, but anyway, I'll figure something out. Anyway, the
Speaker 1: podcasts are gonna start coming one after another, so just
Speaker 1: hang in there. More Steve Lilly, more podcast to Steve
Speaker 1: Lilly novel. And I'm working on an idea for a
Speaker 1: fictional podcast that I Thank you guys. Might be a
Speaker 1: year or so far and get that done and I
Speaker 1: may never get to it. Plus I have an audiobook
Speaker 1: I need to finish. It's a great Western by a
Speaker 1: great writer that I'm really looking forward to finishing. If
Speaker 1: he still wants me to finish it, I got to
Speaker 1: call him this week and make sure he still wants
Speaker 1: me to finish it. But anyway, things are looking up.
Speaker 1: That's what's going on with the podcast at the moment.
Speaker 1: So I'm going to get back to work. I hope
Speaker 1: you guys enjoyed this and we'll see you on the
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