Speaker 1: I write to you today after giving a great deal
Speaker 1: of thought about a very intense encounter that happened in
Speaker 1: the winter of nineteen ninety one. My older brother by
Speaker 1: two years and I attended college together at the same
Speaker 1: time and in the same class, since we served two
Speaker 1: years active duty in the US Army before we both
Speaker 1: enrolled as freshmen in nineteen eighty nine. We lived in
Speaker 1: Daytona Beach, Florida at the time, and we were both
Speaker 1: attending college in Ohio from nineteen eighty nine to nineteen
Speaker 1: ninety three. I was a pre med business student and
Speaker 1: a collegiate athlete. My brother is a US Army reservist
Speaker 1: and a musician. We weren't partiers or troublemakers. We were
Speaker 1: your normal, average college students. We were returning from our
Speaker 1: Christmas break in Florida, making the fourteen hour drive back
Speaker 1: to Ohio in time to have a Sunday off to
Speaker 1: unwind and prep for classes at eight the next Monday morning.
Speaker 1: I actually don't even know if I truly believed in
Speaker 1: Bigfoot then, but I certainly do now. I had never
Speaker 1: heard of dog Man until just very recently, as a
Speaker 1: result of your channel. My brother told me about your
Speaker 1: YouTube channel. About eight weeks ago, he and I were
Speaker 1: discussing an episode of your show, and the memory came
Speaker 1: to both of us as if it happened a few
Speaker 1: hours ago. It was very vivid and so real. What
Speaker 1: I'm about to share with you happened to him as
Speaker 1: the driver of the car and us because I was
Speaker 1: in the passenger seat. Recounting the story to you over
Speaker 1: the keyboard brings me goosebumps as I type. It was
Speaker 1: a cold night. There was snow on the sides of
Speaker 1: the road, some ice patches from time to time, but
Speaker 1: for the most part the roads were clear. My brother
Speaker 1: was moving along at about seventy miles an hour. The
Speaker 1: window cracked open just a bit to balance out the
Speaker 1: heat from the defrost and the heater. We had not
Speaker 1: seen a car for some time going in either direction.
Speaker 1: Both he and I were drawn to look over to
Speaker 1: the left lanes because a very large wolf like animal
Speaker 1: bounded once from the median towards our lane. This was
Speaker 1: a four lane highway, and the animal needed just one
Speaker 1: jump to cover the twenty plus feet to enter our
Speaker 1: side of the highway. Its jaws were wide open as
Speaker 1: it leapt towards our car. Now keep in mind this
Speaker 1: is happening in the time it takes for us to
Speaker 1: close the distance of five hundred or so yards at
Speaker 1: seventy miles per hour, even with him slowing down out
Speaker 1: of sheer shock at the size of this creature. Just
Speaker 1: a few seconds was all it took, and then creature
Speaker 1: stopped and stood on the medium. It crouched a bit
Speaker 1: and jumped over the two lanes on each side of
Speaker 1: the highway, literally right into the oncoming lane that we
Speaker 1: were on. It was within a foot or two of
Speaker 1: hitting us. Eyes as wide as silver dollars, we looked
Speaker 1: at each other and said, if we were in one voice,
Speaker 1: did you see that our adrenaline was kicked in the
Speaker 1: hair on our arms, standing straight up, and our senses
Speaker 1: were on alert as we realized what had just happened.
Speaker 1: I turned around to look out the back window, and
Speaker 1: in the red glow of the break lights, I saw
Speaker 1: the creature. It was easily four feet tall at its
Speaker 1: back and eight to ten feet in length from nose
Speaker 1: to tail. Its head was massive, and it stood another
Speaker 1: two plus feet above the backbone. It was three quarter broadside,
Speaker 1: so I was able to see just how massive this
Speaker 1: thing was. We immediately thought of coyote, only because that
Speaker 1: is the only animal that we could think it resembled.
Speaker 1: This was no wolf for coyote. Though it was massive.
Speaker 1: My brother and I went back and forth for the
Speaker 1: rest of the trip trying to identify it. It looked
Speaker 1: much more like a werewolf that you would read about
Speaker 1: in the comic books or see in a movie. After
Speaker 1: listening to the dog Man's stories on your channel, I
Speaker 1: could not help but think that this massive beast we
Speaker 1: saw that cold December night was a dog man. We
Speaker 1: now discussed Bigfoot regularly, and we both believe that these
Speaker 1: creatures exist. I'm going to give credit to you and
Speaker 1: your subscribers for sharing their encounters. It is not always easy.
Speaker 1: My brother and I never told anyone in our family
Speaker 1: about that creature because nobody would believe us. Even now,
Speaker 1: when we're together and the topic of Bigfoot comes up,
Speaker 1: our family members are split evenly between the believers and
Speaker 1: the doubters. We have an older brother who is one
Speaker 1: hundred percent convinced that Bigfoot is indeed very real. He
Speaker 1: moved to the mountains in Utah about six years ago,
Speaker 1: and he says the reality is palpable. This is a
Speaker 1: story from Maria. This is really good. She writes. In
Speaker 1: February of twenty twelve, I travel from my home in
Speaker 1: Texas to visit my sister who lived with my nephew
Speaker 1: at the time in Seattle, Washington. After they took me
Speaker 1: around Seattle to the fine dining establishments and for a
Speaker 1: boat ride at Puget Sound, I told my nephew I
Speaker 1: wanted to buy some bigfoot stuff. Bigfoot, why, he asked,
Speaker 1: because Washington State is the Bigfoot capital of the world
Speaker 1: with the most sightings. I told him. I explained that
Speaker 1: I had been interested in bigfoot for years and that
Speaker 1: I watched countless YouTube videos and TV documentaries on the topic. I,
Speaker 1: joking Lisa, said that I'd like to go bigfoot hunting. Well,
Speaker 1: he was not amused. Seeing his reaction, I asked him
Speaker 1: if he believed in Bigfoot. Well, I don't know, he said,
Speaker 1: And then, after thinking for a minute, he told me
Speaker 1: what happened to him and his wife when they first
Speaker 1: got married. In two thousand and one. My nephew's wedding
Speaker 1: was held at the Navajo Nation Reservation in New Mexico.
Speaker 1: His wife, a Navajo, grew up near the Nahoa Ugh
Speaker 1: I kind of hate to pronounce this word. Natchitty now
Speaker 1: chitty mountains, nasc hi t ti the not shitty mountains.
Speaker 1: How about that? Our entire family from Texas, so we
Speaker 1: all around thirty of us, drove up the day before
Speaker 1: the wedding to the reservation where the wedding ceremony and
Speaker 1: festivities were to be held. It was a large open
Speaker 1: field of one hundred square yards surrounded by trees. His
Speaker 1: wife's Navajo grandmother lived in a log cabin the same area,
Speaker 1: just outside the trees. There were no hotels in that area,
Speaker 1: so we took tents and camping gear. The following evening,
Speaker 1: when the wedding festivities had ended, we sat around the
Speaker 1: campfire and enjoyed the stars. Afterward we all turned in.
Speaker 1: The Next morning, our family drove back home to Texas,
Speaker 1: and my nephew and his wife planned to camp out
Speaker 1: one more night so they could spend a little more
Speaker 1: time with their family before leaving on their honeymoon. That evening,
Speaker 1: my nephew and his wife were sitting around the campfire
Speaker 1: when far away they heard the strange, loud, deep growls.
Speaker 1: They said nothing to each other and they continued talking.
Speaker 1: They heard the growls two more times, each time a
Speaker 1: little closer and louder than before. It grew quiet for
Speaker 1: a while, and they got easier, and they finally decided
Speaker 1: to turn in for the night, and my nephew got
Speaker 1: up to put away some of their gear. As he
Speaker 1: was putting out the fire, they heard another growl. This
Speaker 1: time it was and it was really loud. He asked
Speaker 1: his wife what animal was growling, and she said she
Speaker 1: didn't know, she'd never heard anything like it before. Well,
Speaker 1: they both looked around to see what it was, but
Speaker 1: it was pitch dark beyond a few yards. They continued
Speaker 1: to put things away. As they were doing so, the
Speaker 1: growling came closer still and even louder. Now my nephew,
Speaker 1: who was normally a calm and level headed person, was
Speaker 1: beginning to panic. Let's get the heck out of here,
Speaker 1: he said to his wife. They began throwing things into
Speaker 1: the bed of his truck with no regard for damaging
Speaker 1: any of it, and the growling was now within thirty
Speaker 1: yards and beginning to sound angrier. When it got to
Speaker 1: within a few feet of them, he yelled at his
Speaker 1: wife get in the truck. They jumped in and sped
Speaker 1: out of the mountains as fast as they could. They
Speaker 1: drove over an hour away to Gallop, New Mexico, where
Speaker 1: they got a hotel for the night. The next morning,
Speaker 1: they drove back to their camp to get their tent
Speaker 1: and whatever gear they'd left behind. Then they said goodbye
Speaker 1: to her family and they left. When he finished his story,
Speaker 1: I asked his wife what she thought it was, and
Speaker 1: reluctantly she said she didn't know. But months later I
Speaker 1: had the opportunity to speak with my nephew about it again.
Speaker 1: I asked him if he thought what they heard was
Speaker 1: a bigfoot. He said he didn't know, but he never
Speaker 1: wanted to hear that sound again. Okay, here's a short
Speaker 1: little story that anyway, you guys make your judgment on it, it's
Speaker 1: a good one. Several weeks ago, I found myself hiking
Speaker 1: in the rocky mountains of Utah with my girlfriend. We
Speaker 1: were on a rocky slope with lots of fallen timber
Speaker 1: and snow making the track difficult. Suddenly, rocks were being
Speaker 1: thrown into us, and I turned to see down below
Speaker 1: a small hairy person or creature throwing rocks. I called
Speaker 1: out for it to stop, but one of the rocks
Speaker 1: struck me on the hip and I went down. I
Speaker 1: grabbed my girlfriend's hand and we limped up to what
Speaker 1: looked like an opening to a cave, hoping to find protection,
Speaker 1: and once inside, I realized that I could not walk
Speaker 1: any further. It was at this time that I felt
Speaker 1: that we were not alone, and in the darkness of
Speaker 1: this cave, I could see the large shadow of a
Speaker 1: figure with glowing eyes approaching us. I tried to call out,
Speaker 1: but for some reason it was almost impossible to speak,
Speaker 1: and with all my strength, I struggled to say, don't
Speaker 1: hurt us, Please just help us. I'm hurt, I can't walk,
Speaker 1: and I was holding my girlfriend's hand during all this,
Speaker 1: hoping to protect her. The last thing I recall was
Speaker 1: a huge hairy hand grabbing her away from me while
Speaker 1: I forced out the words please don't hurt us. And
Speaker 1: it was at this time I woke up. Yes, I
Speaker 1: was only dreaming and had actually been calling out in
Speaker 1: my sleep, at least trying to, and I believe that's
Speaker 1: what finally woke me up. This really happened. What a
Speaker 1: crazy nightmare. I can only say that I must be
Speaker 1: listening to too many cryptied stories. Cam you don't have
Speaker 1: to read this to your faithful followers, but I did
Speaker 1: want to share it with you because it was so
Speaker 1: dang odd And by the way, I sure hope there's
Speaker 1: not a sequel to this one. And he signs off anyway,
Speaker 1: that was worth reading. I just pull that up. I
Speaker 1: didn't know how that was going to end, and it
Speaker 1: kind of surprised me at the end. So I just
Speaker 1: he had written it so well I didn't have to
Speaker 1: do anything to it, so I just started reading it.
Speaker 1: That's a cool email. And it kind of relates to bigfoot,
Speaker 1: I guess, and listening to too many cryptied stories because
Speaker 1: it'll get to you if you go too deep with it.
Speaker 1: Listen to a couple of them, Listen to a couple
Speaker 1: of podcasts, watch some you know, the real bigfoot of
Speaker 1: people on YouTube, and then give it a break. Go
Speaker 1: out and like god, do and go out, get outside
Speaker 1: and do something. Man, this bigfoot stuff it actually it
Speaker 1: is so pervasive in the bigfoot culture that some people
Speaker 1: really obsess on it. I'm not saying this guy does,
Speaker 1: but he did have a bad dream about it. Anyway,
Speaker 1: nothing of that appreciate the story. It was really good
Speaker 1: right in the middle of the Shawnee National Forest in
Speaker 1: Illinois is an old churchyard complete with a cemetery containing
Speaker 1: grave markers of people who were killed by Indians. They
Speaker 1: used to put that information right on the headstones back then,
Speaker 1: nearly sixteen years ago, when we first started deer hunting
Speaker 1: that area, I'd bring our camper there in camp next
Speaker 1: to the dead. You'd think that would mean a peaceful night.
Speaker 1: I've heard a lot of people who lived next to
Speaker 1: cemetery say that they are the quietest and best neighborhoods
Speaker 1: to live in. Well, that wasn't the case for us.
Speaker 1: Every time we camped there, we'd all hear things running
Speaker 1: around in the middle of the night. Well it must
Speaker 1: be ghosts from the cemetery, we always joke. And then
Speaker 1: one night, while we were all sitting around a campfire,
Speaker 1: we started hearing those noises a little earlier than normal.
Speaker 1: It sounded like they were coming from over by a
Speaker 1: pond that was close by. All conversation around the fire
Speaker 1: stopped as we all listened and tried to understand what
Speaker 1: we were hearing. When the sounds started getting closer, one
Speaker 1: of my buddies leaned over to me and he said, well,
Speaker 1: it sounds like a bunch of kids are laughing over there.
Speaker 1: It was late enough in the evening that we considered
Speaker 1: it odd for kids to be in the woods playing
Speaker 1: in the dark. And then as the sounds changed a little,
Speaker 1: he said, now I think maybe that's adults yelping and
Speaker 1: whooping and messing around. Well, it must be someone from
Speaker 1: the other deer camps, I said, after all, we weren't
Speaker 1: the only ones out there. I don't think we said
Speaker 1: much after that. We were too interested in trying to
Speaker 1: identify the sounds, And when they got closer still, someone
Speaker 1: pointed out that it didn't sound quite human when we
Speaker 1: heard the whistles. We all acknowledged that they sounded strange anyway.
Speaker 1: Around ten PM, with an early morning ahead of us,
Speaker 1: we decided to call it a night and turned in.
Speaker 1: And after that things got quiet for a while, and
Speaker 1: then we heard a loud whack that we were all
Speaker 1: startled out of our sleep from. No three men ever
Speaker 1: jumped out of their beds so quickly. What is that,
Speaker 1: one of my buddies hist There was nothing now, no
Speaker 1: more big bangs, no laughing children, no strange whistles, just
Speaker 1: a earie silence that left us all with an uneasy
Speaker 1: feeling in our guts. Finally, I said, ah, it's probably
Speaker 1: guys from one of the other camps playing a joke
Speaker 1: on us. Let's go back to sleep. I can't say
Speaker 1: that I believed my own words, but it was enough
Speaker 1: to get us all back into our beds that night,
Speaker 1: though it wasn't enough to give any of us a
Speaker 1: good night sleep. At five o'clock the next morning, we
Speaker 1: ate our breakfast, We got ourselves ready, and we each
Speaker 1: headed out to our own stands. Mine was twenty feet
Speaker 1: up an old oak tree by a pond, and as usual,
Speaker 1: I was in it way too early, so I took
Speaker 1: a nap. I didn't know it, but turkeys were roosting
Speaker 1: in the tree not ten feet from me. I found
Speaker 1: that out when something woke them up and flushed them
Speaker 1: out of the tree, and it startled me so bad
Speaker 1: that I nearly fell out of my stand. I was
Speaker 1: still trying to reposition myself and regain my balance when
Speaker 1: I began to smell something putrid. It was like a
Speaker 1: dead dog soaked in a septic tank. Ugh seconds later,
Speaker 1: the smell hit me and I heard the same strange
Speaker 1: whooping sound from the night before this time, it sounded
Speaker 1: like it was calling people in to eat, and it
Speaker 1: wasn't that far away. Well. I sat frozen in place,
Speaker 1: trying to pinpoint the exact location, when footsteps rustled through
Speaker 1: the leaf matter behind me. The steps were definitely by pedal,
Speaker 1: so it couldn't be a wool for a coyote, and
Speaker 1: at the same time, the smell and the weird whooping
Speaker 1: sound told me it wasn't a human either. I broke
Speaker 1: into a cold sweat when it walked right up behind
Speaker 1: my tree and it stopped. I wanted to turn around
Speaker 1: to see what was there, but I was afraid. I
Speaker 1: needed to know what I was up against. But panic
Speaker 1: shook my hands and rattled my brain. I couldn't make
Speaker 1: up my mind what I should do, what I had
Speaker 1: to do, and what I would do if I was attacked.
Speaker 1: Before I could make a decision, it stepped right out
Speaker 1: in front of me. Now this thing was every bit
Speaker 1: of nine feet tall, and it was covered in black hair.
Speaker 1: I sat there, staring down at it as it stared
Speaker 1: down at the ground, apparently looking for a place to
Speaker 1: sit while fight or flight or battling out In my chest,
Speaker 1: that ungodly thing planted itself under a tree directly in
Speaker 1: front of me, and then, with a dull thud, my
Speaker 1: cigarette lighter slipped out of my pocket and fell to
Speaker 1: the bottom of my dear stand well. The monster jumped
Speaker 1: straight up and began looking up into the trees around
Speaker 1: it in search of the source of the sound. It
Speaker 1: turned around and looked straight up into the tree that
Speaker 1: it had been sitting under, which put its back to me. Please,
Speaker 1: I whispered, don't turn around and look at me. I
Speaker 1: knew what I was looking at. I'd heard about these
Speaker 1: things and how they could tear a man to pieces
Speaker 1: if they wanted to, and I knew if it saw me,
Speaker 1: I would have no escape. As these thoughts raced through
Speaker 1: my mind and pushed my blood pressure to stroke levels,
Speaker 1: the sasquatch slowly and deliberately turned and looked directly at me,
Speaker 1: and just for a second, I think I may have died.
Speaker 1: My heart quit beating and I quit breathing, and all
Speaker 1: fault left my mind except for one. Don't look at
Speaker 1: square in the eye. Every possible scenario ran through my mind,
Speaker 1: all of them ending in my agonizing death. But do
Speaker 1: you know what this thing did? It smiled at me
Speaker 1: at least that's how I interpreted it. Then it let
Speaker 1: out a howl that sounded different from the earlier whoops.
Speaker 1: I got the idea that it was telling the others
Speaker 1: that it had found someone here and to not come by.
Speaker 1: And with a little growl and what looked ridiculously like
Speaker 1: a wave of its hand, it walked away.