Speaker 1: Have a Bigfoot story and the rider wants to be anonymous.
Speaker 1: I grew up in the mountains of Pennsylvania. Our land
Speaker 1: bordered the game lands, which meant we never saw people.
Speaker 1: We had no neighbors within eyesight or earshot, and if
Speaker 1: one of those far away neighbors were out shooting, you
Speaker 1: could barely hear the shot. My parents' log cabin was
Speaker 1: at the bottom of the valley, down a long, winding
Speaker 1: mountain road, and about ten feet past the barn was
Speaker 1: bare hollow, a three and a half mile dirt track
Speaker 1: for riding horses, with fifty feet of meadow on both sides.
Speaker 1: The sunshine couldn't penetrate the woods, and the temperature dropped
Speaker 1: a good fifteen to twenty degrees as soon as you entered.
Speaker 1: I grew up in an abusive household. At one point,
Speaker 1: things got so bad that when I was a left
Speaker 1: years old, I decided to sleep in the barn at
Speaker 1: night with our two horses. It may not have been
Speaker 1: the fanciest of accommodations, but it was okay with me,
Speaker 1: and more importantly, I felt safe there. Two weeks into
Speaker 1: this routine, I had an especially bad day. I was
Speaker 1: in the barn and crying silently and telling my horses
Speaker 1: about what had happened. When from a shadow, it felt
Speaker 1: like a draft horse excelled loudly right on to me.
Speaker 1: It wasn't scary or alarming, but the enormity of that
Speaker 1: single random breath did get my attention. I sat still
Speaker 1: and I listened, but I heard nothing else. The next night,
Speaker 1: the same thing happened. Late into the night. I felt
Speaker 1: a huge breath exale. It sounded like when a horse settles,
Speaker 1: or when a dog finally gets to lie down and
Speaker 1: takes that last big breath to clear his mind, except
Speaker 1: that it didn't come from either of the horses, and
Speaker 1: there were no other animals in that barn. This continued
Speaker 1: every night for about a month until one night, along
Speaker 1: with the big breaths, I heard what it could only
Speaker 1: be described as the chicken sounds coming from a large creature.
Speaker 1: It sounded like two enormous creatures clucking and cooing and
Speaker 1: purring at the same time. It was the most unique sound,
Speaker 1: and when I heard it, I felt better, as if
Speaker 1: whatever was making the sounds was trying to soothe me.
Speaker 1: Being visited by these mysterious animals became the best part
Speaker 1: of my day. I would leave sweet grain and oats
Speaker 1: and apples and silly little girl things like a dream
Speaker 1: catcher for them. In return, I would spend the evening
Speaker 1: comforted by their presence. And my mother became upset that
Speaker 1: I was sleeping in the barn because she thought I
Speaker 1: was disturbing the horses. So I moved inside the house again.
Speaker 1: But as soon as it was light out, my dog
Speaker 1: automn and I would run to the woods on my
Speaker 1: property and didn't bear hollow. We would hear the usual
Speaker 1: knocks in the woods and the rough grouse startling from
Speaker 1: their hiding spots. One day we were on our walk
Speaker 1: and it was business as usual. I had a horse
Speaker 1: lead on Autumn, and because of our previous day's walk,
Speaker 1: she had darted away, and it took me forever to
Speaker 1: haunt her down. When I finally got her, she was
Speaker 1: acting odd and I wanted to keep her close, and
Speaker 1: I thought she may have found a bear. We were
Speaker 1: deep in the woods and I had the lead choked
Speaker 1: up so that she wouldn't split us into trees, and
Speaker 1: all of a sudden, Autumn yelped in fear, and she
Speaker 1: stopped dead right then a deer carcass was flung at us.
Speaker 1: I looked at the animal at our feet, looked up
Speaker 1: again and stared in awe at the creatures in front
Speaker 1: of me. There were two of them, and both of
Speaker 1: them were female. One was about my height and the
Speaker 1: other was well over eight feet tall. They were wide
Speaker 1: and solid, and their arms were longer and much more
Speaker 1: muscular than mine. And they had reddish brown hair all
Speaker 1: over them, with green highlights on their shoulders and heads
Speaker 1: and arms like moss was growing there. But it was
Speaker 1: the eyes of the taller one that stopped my heart.
Speaker 1: She was looking at me with what I can only
Speaker 1: describe as an apology. Now, don't ask me how, but
Speaker 1: it was clear to me that she was sorry. She
Speaker 1: almost hit me with the deer. Her eyes were so
Speaker 1: expressive that I felt it in my soul. She made
Speaker 1: a familiar cooing sound at me, and my heart melted immediately.
Speaker 1: Although sad, lonely nights in the barn came back to me,
Speaker 1: I was looking at the reason. I was still saying.
Speaker 1: She had watched over me and protected me for years.
Speaker 1: It was like she was conveying feelings of sameness and togetherness,
Speaker 1: like I was equal with her well my heart was full,
Speaker 1: and I expressed gratitude and love, and the larger one
Speaker 1: expressed the feeling of being a part of a pack
Speaker 1: and that I was her honorary pup. I'm not in
Speaker 1: embarrassed to say that my eyes teared up. She made
Speaker 1: a final huff and then turned around and glided gracefully
Speaker 1: away with the smaller one. My heart ached when I
Speaker 1: couldn't see them anymore. I left home a few months later,
Speaker 1: and I never went back. I'm thirty nine years old now,
Speaker 1: and I have not spoken to my parents in twenty years.
Speaker 1: I guess because of COVID. My mother felt the need
Speaker 1: to finally call me somehow, though I never told her
Speaker 1: about my encounters with the Sasquatch, and she knew about it.
Speaker 1: She told me they had been stalking her, and that
Speaker 1: while there seemed to be a lot of them around
Speaker 1: the house, one in particular went out of its way
Speaker 1: to scare her. For all the terrible things I went
Speaker 1: through under that roof, all I could think of was good.
Speaker 1: I know it was my friend of the forest from
Speaker 1: long ago, and that she has not forgotten or forgiven
Speaker 1: the things that my mother did to me. I can't
Speaker 1: speak for all of these beings, but the sisquatch family
Speaker 1: encounters with has an eye for an eye thinking I
Speaker 1: was kind and loyal and so were they. However, if
Speaker 1: you are unkind or cruel, they can show that kind
Speaker 1: as well. Their personalities are as varied as our own.
Speaker 1: They have lives that matter to them as much as
Speaker 1: ours matter to us, and somehow I feel like they
Speaker 1: were waiting for us to catch up and figure it out.
Speaker 1: Thank you for giving me an outlet to share my story.
Speaker 1: My two sons and I avidly watch and listen to
Speaker 1: your program, and if you choose to share this, I'm
Speaker 1: grateful as they will be tickled to death. We are
Speaker 1: huge supporters and we appreciate each and every encounter you share,
Speaker 1: and we are proud to be your people. God bless you,
Speaker 1: Oh my gosh. If you like these stories, you have
Speaker 1: found your people. And this was a wonderful story. You know,
Speaker 1: we all like the violent, shoot them up, sasquatch almost
Speaker 1: kill me kind of story. Worries man, I like these
Speaker 1: just as much. It's a redeeming It gives these creatures
Speaker 1: some kind of redeeming quality, and a lot of people
Speaker 1: who hear this will go yeah, oh yeah, yeah, I
Speaker 1: knew that all along, knew that all along. But you know,
Speaker 1: I can understand people running up on them in the
Speaker 1: woods and being terrified and wanting to shoot, or just
Speaker 1: for fear that you know, you've got this massive beast
Speaker 1: standing in front of you, and the first thing you
Speaker 1: think is this thing's gonna kill me. But through the years,
Speaker 1: as I've done this podcast, I find more and more
Speaker 1: that these creatures are, for the most part, a little
Speaker 1: more compassionate with children. And I've gotten a couple of
Speaker 1: stories where kids have grown up in hard households and
Speaker 1: the Sosquatches seem to pack their side and do little
Speaker 1: things to comfort them. And it's very cool. They're very
Speaker 1: cool stories, and these events are uncanny in the scope
Speaker 1: of these stories. It's not often I get these, but
Speaker 1: when I do, I like to read them. So thank
Speaker 1: you to the writer, and I hope the kids enjoyed
Speaker 1: hearing it. I see, i've got your email address. I
Speaker 1: don't normally email people when yeah, I've got her email address.
Speaker 1: I don't normally email people when I put there, I
Speaker 1: just don't have time. I don't have time to send
Speaker 1: out emails, you know, several times a week. But I'll
Speaker 1: send this person an email let her know it's going
Speaker 1: to be up tonight on the podcast. So thank you
Speaker 1: all for listening and we'll see you guys on the
Speaker 1: next one. Thanks