Speaker 1: This is a story about a bigfoot in England. How
Speaker 1: many stories have you heard about bigfoot in England. Some
Speaker 1: people would say, well, they don't have enough forested land,
Speaker 1: or they don't have enough wilderness to host a bigfoot
Speaker 1: or a family of bigfoots, or a whole population of bigfoots.
Speaker 1: But if they're here, they might be there, so let's
Speaker 1: listen to this story. My encounter had a massive impact
Speaker 1: on how I view the world and it's wonder In
Speaker 1: the early fall of twenty and thirteen, I was out
Speaker 1: on my property with my little jack Russell named Scoot.
Speaker 1: I live on thirteen acres of pines, of cedars and
Speaker 1: locust trees. It was around seven am, and I noticed
Speaker 1: that it was quiet, oddly quiet. Normally, Scoot acted like
Speaker 1: a Doberman in a small dog's body, wasn't afraid of anything.
Speaker 1: But as we were walking, he stopped dead in front
Speaker 1: of me. His ears were back and his tail was tucked,
Speaker 1: and he began to shake violently. He had heard what
Speaker 1: I heard. It was a long, deep, menacing growl. Just
Speaker 1: off the trail to our right, I saw a large
Speaker 1: figure standing behind a tree. Now I began to feel
Speaker 1: sweat gathered down my back and Scoot started quietly backing
Speaker 1: up to my boots. It was not a large man,
Speaker 1: but I could tell he wasn't human, so my eyes
Speaker 1: focused more and I knew instantly what I was looking at.
Speaker 1: I couldn't tell if it was facing me or not
Speaker 1: at first, but I decided to act as though I
Speaker 1: hadn't seen him, in the hopes of it moving on.
Speaker 1: I've been down slowly to Scoot, and I held him
Speaker 1: on his sides to comfort him. He was shaking so
Speaker 1: bad it felt like holding onto a washing machine. His
Speaker 1: eyes were down for all of five seconds. I could
Speaker 1: hear a slight leaf rustle, and I looked up quickly again.
Speaker 1: This creature had moved halfway between me and the tree
Speaker 1: that stood behind. He was slightly bent over and rocking
Speaker 1: side to side. He was so close I could hear
Speaker 1: his deep, heavy breaths, almost like snoring. He had a huge, penetrating,
Speaker 1: dark brown eyes that were moving up and down from
Speaker 1: me to Scoot, who was shaking even worse than before.
Speaker 1: He had enormous arms and dinner plate hands, and his
Speaker 1: fingers were kind of wiggling. His thighs were as white
Speaker 1: as my waist. He had black hair all over apart
Speaker 1: from some places on his face and his mouth, which
Speaker 1: was tightly shut as though he was upset. He had
Speaker 1: scars on his face and lines all over his chest, arms,
Speaker 1: and shoulders which were like basketballs. Though his hair looked
Speaker 1: matted and filthy. The smell wasn't what I heard. It
Speaker 1: was bad, like righting, but not overpowering. He raised his
Speaker 1: enormous right arm and grunted and motioned with his hand
Speaker 1: as if to say go not of nowhere. From the
Speaker 1: left came a gunshot that scared the hell out of
Speaker 1: me in Scoot. It didn't seem to be in our direction,
Speaker 1: but it was close. The big guy looked in that
Speaker 1: direction with massive, bared yellow teeth and clenched hands like boulders.
Speaker 1: He motioned again, telling us to leave. I slowly picked
Speaker 1: up Scoot under my arms, and I stood up, and
Speaker 1: I turned around and gently walked away. I didn't look back,
Speaker 1: but I knew he was getting out of there too.
Speaker 1: He sounded like a tank crashing through the woods. Moments later,
Speaker 1: there was six or seven more shots, but I knew
Speaker 1: that this creature was gone, which was a massive relief.
Speaker 1: I don't remember getting back to my truck, nor the
Speaker 1: feeling of being peed on by Scoot. I was sitting
Speaker 1: in my seat, staring out of the window, thinking about
Speaker 1: what just happened, and this was not real. It couldn't
Speaker 1: have been. It had to be a hoax. It had
Speaker 1: to be a big lie, a trick someone was playing
Speaker 1: on me. It was a weirdly confusing emotional experience. I
Speaker 1: drove back to my home without any thoughts of anything.
Speaker 1: The next morning, there were reports of poachers in the area.
Speaker 1: They had been shooting at people, and one person had
Speaker 1: been shot in the leg by these poachers. A sudden
Speaker 1: wave of shock and realization came over me. The Big
Speaker 1: Guy was protecting me and my dog. I couldn't hold
Speaker 1: back my silent tears, and I lost the ability to speak.
Speaker 1: I had never felt so much emotion in my life.
Speaker 1: These poachers were eventually caught. It seemed my acres hadn't
Speaker 1: been walked by anyone in years, so maybe they thought
Speaker 1: it was safe. Now I know differently. Since the day
Speaker 1: I met the Big Guy, I have left pink Lady apples,
Speaker 1: an interesting shaped rock, and I place two sticks on
Speaker 1: a cross in the place that we met. I know
Speaker 1: he appreciates the gifts because I have been gifted in
Speaker 1: returned with dead birds, squirrels and other interesting rocks and
Speaker 1: more sticks in different patterns. This encounter, which I cannot
Speaker 1: completely wrap my head around, has changed me. Now I
Speaker 1: question everything, I recycle everything I can. If I'm out
Speaker 1: in the wooded areas, I take a bag and I
Speaker 1: pick up any garbage. I become more rational and I
Speaker 1: try to do my best for conservation. I encourage anyone
Speaker 1: to go out and enjoy the outdoors, and I have
Speaker 1: a whole new respect for the gift of life. Honestly,
Speaker 1: I thank God or evolution for putting me in scar,
Speaker 1: a fitting name for my woodland friend on this planet.
Speaker 1: But I do hope they are never scientifically discovered, because
Speaker 1: they will be put through hell in the name of research.
Speaker 1: He and the rest of his kind need to be
Speaker 1: left at peace to enjoy what's left of this crumbling world.
Speaker 1: He does not need humans taking over his way of
Speaker 1: life and destroying his species. Amazing, incredible, and devastatingly beautiful.
Speaker 1: That's the only way I can describe him. Let's keep
Speaker 1: him mysterious and leave him alone to be who he
Speaker 1: is now. I've never told this to anyone and I
Speaker 1: do not intend to after this. This was my en counter,
Speaker 1: and it was mine alone. He came to me, and
Speaker 1: I to him, and it is for us to remember
Speaker 1: and treasure. Keep up with the good stories. Friend. And
Speaker 1: he signs off, and he wants to be anonymous, and
Speaker 1: I could almost hear him telling it in his British accent.
Speaker 1: This guy really made a pack with Bigfoot, a bigfoot
Speaker 1: in the UK, and apparently he owns some lie. I've
Speaker 1: never heard a poacher shooting at people, but I guess
Speaker 1: you know, sometimes the things you read about in fiction
Speaker 1: are something someone's done. Not saying this is fiction, I'm
Speaker 1: just saying some of the weird things that you read
Speaker 1: about in fictional novels and short stories are things that
Speaker 1: the writers have heard people do. And so this kind
Speaker 1: of gave me an idea for a Steve Lily story.
Speaker 1: Poacher shooting at people. I don't know how could I
Speaker 1: twist that into a really good Steve Lily story. Anyway,
Speaker 1: I'm just rambling. Thank you for the story, sir, I
Speaker 1: certainly do appreciate it. I can tell you it's a man.
Speaker 1: It's not a woman. It's a man. All right, Let's
Speaker 1: go to another story. Thank you sir for the story.
Speaker 1: Hey y'all, thanks for clicking on the video. I appreciate it.
Speaker 1: Happy Fourth of July. I hope you're having a good day,
Speaker 1: eating some good food, some good ribs, hamburgers, barbecue, whatever
Speaker 1: y'all like to eat on the fourth. I hope you
Speaker 1: get plenty of liquids, beer, water. Beer doesn't hydrate you,
Speaker 1: but water does. Gatorade kind of does. Those are my
Speaker 1: health tips for the day. You're welcome, But I hope
Speaker 1: you're getting plenty of liquids because it is kind of hot.
Speaker 1: But we've got beautiful weather, looks like across the whole country.
Speaker 1: I just hope you guys are having a great day.
Speaker 1: Here is a podcast for the fourth of July. Nothing
Speaker 1: in it relates to the fourth of July. Just happens
Speaker 1: to be when I'm posting this video. All right, here
Speaker 1: we go. This is a story of a woman's granddad.
Speaker 1: It's titled The Ghost of Granddad, and I'm reading it cold.
Speaker 1: Let's see what goes on with the ghost of Grandad.
Speaker 1: It looks good. Our granddad died the day the Space
Speaker 1: Shuttle Challenger blew up January twenty eighth, nineteen eighty six.
Speaker 1: I remember, I remember that day. He died at home
Speaker 1: on his way out to feed his hogs, just a
Speaker 1: few minutes after the spaceship exploded, and I've always thought
Speaker 1: of him leading the astronauts home. Over one hundred people
Speaker 1: showed up to my grandma's house the evening of the viewing,
Speaker 1: which was held in town, and over three hundred showed
Speaker 1: up to his funeral two hours before the funeral home
Speaker 1: closed for the evening. Our parents left to stand in
Speaker 1: the family line and listen to stories from people who
Speaker 1: had known Granddad for years. Before they left, they asked
Speaker 1: my brother and me to stay at Grandma's to answer
Speaker 1: the phone and give directions if anyone needed them. Grandma
Speaker 1: had a gunshot house. We call him shotgun houses. A
Speaker 1: gunshot house, I know exactly what she's talking about, meaning
Speaker 1: you could stand at the back door and she'd a
Speaker 1: gone down the hall and the lead would pass through
Speaker 1: the front door. The bedrooms are on the side in
Speaker 1: the bathroom, which was only added in nineteen sixty three,
Speaker 1: was added onto what was the laundry room at the
Speaker 1: back of the house. Well, my brother and I had
Speaker 1: never stayed in that house by ourselves. It had dark walls,
Speaker 1: and a dark ceiling and a dark floor. Even the
Speaker 1: kitchen was dark. The ceiling lights were dim too. We
Speaker 1: started wandering from room to room and talking about Granddad
Speaker 1: and Grandma, and then we settled into the living room
Speaker 1: and we turned on the TV with the volume on
Speaker 1: low because the house was so dark. We had every
Speaker 1: light on inside from the back porch all the way
Speaker 1: up to the front porch. And as we were sitting there,
Speaker 1: a light flickered and went out. Well, I got up
Speaker 1: and replaced it, and when another light flickered and went out,
Speaker 1: I replaced it too. A strong breeze swept through the
Speaker 1: house all the way from the back to the front,
Speaker 1: and then one after the other, every light started to
Speaker 1: go out. My brother was terrified of the dark, even
Speaker 1: at twenty one years old. Now we're fifty nine and
Speaker 1: sixty now, and he still got a night light on
Speaker 1: the side of his bed and a lamp in the
Speaker 1: living room where he goes to sleep at night. My
Speaker 1: brother Baba yelled, and I fumbled my way through the
Speaker 1: dark to find him until he grabbed onto my arm
Speaker 1: and we stumbled out the back door and jumped into
Speaker 1: Dad's truck. There was no moon that night, and it
Speaker 1: was blacker than black, and I wanted to cry, but
Speaker 1: I couldn't. I was the big sister, and big girls
Speaker 1: don't cry. I drove us to the funeral home, and
Speaker 1: as soon as we got there, my brother bolted into
Speaker 1: the building and I found him stuck to my mother's side,
Speaker 1: still shaking. Meanwhile, I went to look at Grandad one
Speaker 1: last time. Cam you aren't supposed to swear, but right
Speaker 1: in front of me, with my own eyes, plain as day,
Speaker 1: I saw my Granddaddy it rise up out of his
Speaker 1: body in that casket, and that old man was laughing
Speaker 1: like he had just played the biggest prank on me.
Speaker 1: And I told him that I loved him, and I
Speaker 1: ran outside and I spent the remaining time on the
Speaker 1: side porch of the funeral home. Old men and their pranks.
Speaker 1: What can you do? Oh, that was a good story.
Speaker 1: It's kind of scary, you know. Grandpa probably his if
Speaker 1: his spirit did that, he probably shouldn't have done that.
Speaker 1: I don't know what else to say about this, but
Speaker 1: oh my gosh, i'd rather you know him, come talk
Speaker 1: to me and tell me he loved me and thought
Speaker 1: I was a good kid. But instead he's scared. He
Speaker 1: scared his grandkids. Wow, that was a good story. It
Speaker 1: was kind of heartwarming in a way, kind of scary
Speaker 1: in a way, but I enjoyed it. Thank you Denise
Speaker 1: for the email. That was such a good story. Thanks
Speaker 1: all right, here's a Bigfoot story. Bigfoot story from Butch.
Speaker 1: Although I have not knowingly seen a Bigfoot, I have
Speaker 1: been near them. I'm in my mid sixties and I've
Speaker 1: always lived in Washington State. This is like Bigfoot Central Station.
Speaker 1: And I've always been more curious about the unknown than
Speaker 1: fearful of it. In the mid nineteen sixties, I overheard
Speaker 1: my dad talking to his brother about Bigfoot. After he
Speaker 1: hung up the phone, I asked about the subject. He
Speaker 1: picked up the latest or Argasy magazine and he told
Speaker 1: me to read it, and there was an article reprinted
Speaker 1: in it about some gold miners. In the nineteen thirties,
Speaker 1: some prospectors found gold in a canyon against the southern
Speaker 1: side of Mount Saint Helen's. They found it up on
Speaker 1: a shelf of a very steep canyon with more shelves
Speaker 1: above them. They hit the mother load up there. They
Speaker 1: built a sturdy cabin over the mine entrance and they
Speaker 1: stayed for a few months. The miners noticed the apes
Speaker 1: soon after arriving, but they were more concerned with their
Speaker 1: gold fever, so the apes were left alone, and over
Speaker 1: time the creatures came closer and closer as the weather
Speaker 1: was cooling for the coming winter. One of the men
Speaker 1: went to relieve himself one morning, and as he stepped out,
Speaker 1: he saw a bigfoot standing a few feet away. Well.
Speaker 1: The apes stared at him curiously, and the man reached
Speaker 1: into the cabin door for a rifle they kept for bears.
Speaker 1: When he swung back around, the ape was already walking
Speaker 1: away toward the cliff. The man shot it in the
Speaker 1: back and saw the dust fly off of it in
Speaker 1: the impact. Later they all went out and found blood,
Speaker 1: but they didn't find the body. They looked over the
Speaker 1: cliff and they saw nothing. The other men were not
Speaker 1: happy with the shooter. They told him that the bigfoot
Speaker 1: were harmless unless they were harmed. That night was a
Speaker 1: sleepless one. The apes threw large boulders from above all
Speaker 1: night long. The men hid in the mind for fear
Speaker 1: of their cabin collapsing on them. Come son up. The
Speaker 1: bride stopped when they went outside and found large boulders
Speaker 1: and footprints everywhere. The cabin had withstood the attack, but
Speaker 1: just barely. They packed up the gold and got out
Speaker 1: of Dodds and the canyon was now named Ape Canyon.
Speaker 1: Now two of these guys were father and son, who
Speaker 1: later moved to a small town called Cougar near Mount
Speaker 1: Saint Helen's. Needless to say, after reading this article, I
Speaker 1: was gong ho about these creatures. Dad was happy too.
Speaker 1: Now he had a young, eager assistant. Dad wanted to
Speaker 1: shoot one. He was told that the government denies their existence,
Speaker 1: though it's against the law to kill one. Thankfully, he
Speaker 1: never did bag one. I doubt he could have packed
Speaker 1: it out anyway. Dad bought a camping tree and the
Speaker 1: family started camping around the area south of Mount Saint
Speaker 1: Helen's On most warm weekends. We often heard the sounds
Speaker 1: of tree knocking. We heard whoops and chest thumping, which
Speaker 1: we later associated with bigfoot. At night, I often got
Speaker 1: the sense that we were surrounded and being watched. The
Speaker 1: family never talked about it. I believe Dad did not
Speaker 1: want to scare my mom and my younger siblings. On
Speaker 1: weekends when the family was not open to camping, Dad
Speaker 1: and I would drive near the mountain for the day,
Speaker 1: and on one of those trips we went to the
Speaker 1: town of Cougar. At the store, he asked about any
Speaker 1: old time gold prospectors in the area, and we were
Speaker 1: directed to an elderly gentleman who lived nearby in a
Speaker 1: cabin he built years before. The store clerk told us
Speaker 1: that the old man had been in the area since
Speaker 1: the turn of the century and he had been hunting
Speaker 1: for gold. The cabin was built well and had obviously
Speaker 1: been there for daydes When he answered the door and
Speaker 1: came out, I felt like we had stepped back about
Speaker 1: a century. The old boy looked like a character out
Speaker 1: of an old Western but this guy was the real deal,
Speaker 1: and he was friendly and curious about us, and he
Speaker 1: seemed glad for our company. And when Dad asked the
Speaker 1: man about his opinion of Bigfoot, the man lit up
Speaker 1: like a Christmas tree. He told us that he'd seen
Speaker 1: them often and not felt threatened by them at all.
Speaker 1: The natives in the area had told him that before
Speaker 1: the white man had arrived in great numbers, the natives
Speaker 1: had traded with the creatures. He said they were very smart,
Speaker 1: but they just wanted to be left alone. He asked
Speaker 1: us if we had ever heard the tree knocking. Well,
Speaker 1: we sure had, We told him, and he said that
Speaker 1: the apes used that as a form of communication, that
Speaker 1: if they were around and we knocked a branch against
Speaker 1: a tree, they'd answer with the same knock pattern, which
Speaker 1: later proved to be true. He asked us if we
Speaker 1: knew about Ape Canyon and that incident, and we told
Speaker 1: him that we did. He told us that two of
Speaker 1: the men of that group were alive and they lived nearby,
Speaker 1: and they were father and son. We got directions from him,
Speaker 1: and we thanked him and we took our leave. He
Speaker 1: encouraged us to stop by again. When we came back
Speaker 1: some months later, we found that he had passed away.
Speaker 1: I hope he's walking those streets of gold in heaven.
Speaker 1: The father and son prospectors were also friendly, and we're
Speaker 1: glad to retell their stories. They showed us some of
Speaker 1: the gold nuggets they took out of Ape Canyon. They
Speaker 1: had not gone back to their claim, but they still
Speaker 1: lived on their portion of the gold. We were there
Speaker 1: for a couple of hours and fascinated by the adventures
Speaker 1: that they told us about that they had lived, and
Speaker 1: I felt privileged to meet history well. Dad became an
Speaker 1: avid bigfoot hunter life long before it was cool. Around
Speaker 1: two thousand and five, one of Dad's bigfoot buddies drove
Speaker 1: him to an area north of the Columbia River in
Speaker 1: the Cascades where he knew a family of bigfoot lived.
Speaker 1: The men sat on a hill above the clearing, hidden
Speaker 1: in the shadows of the trees, and they used field
Speaker 1: glasses to view the area below. They saw some movement
Speaker 1: in a grassy clearing, but what they saw was something
Speaker 1: harder to believe than a bigfoot. Now. Dad had not
Speaker 1: told me the story until recently, and I happened to
Speaker 1: mention that the natives of North America talk of a
Speaker 1: breed of dog that lives in the mountains of our continent.
Speaker 1: It is mute, and it looks just like the Hyaenas
Speaker 1: of Africa. Dad then told me that he saw some
Speaker 1: and related the story of that adventure. He also told
Speaker 1: me of an earlier solo trip he made in the
Speaker 1: nearby area where power lines go through steep and wide canyons.
Speaker 1: The ground under the line was cleared of undergrowth. He
Speaker 1: was under some trees about a half mile opposite the
Speaker 1: lines when he saw a man in a brownish tan
Speaker 1: coat climbing the hill under the power lines. It only
Speaker 1: took this man ten minutes to climb to the top
Speaker 1: from the bottom. As Dad watched, he realized that it
Speaker 1: would take him more than thirty minutes to do the
Speaker 1: same thing. He looked again at the man and he
Speaker 1: saw that it was no jacket at all that he
Speaker 1: had on. It was fur and by the time he
Speaker 1: realized what he was looking at, the creature had disappeared
Speaker 1: over the hill. My dad when he was a kid
Speaker 1: his neighbors were firewatchers after World War II in Oregon State.
Speaker 1: They were stationed at a lookout fire tower near the
Speaker 1: Three Sisters. There was another mountain about three quarters of
Speaker 1: a mile away. At the top of this mountain was
Speaker 1: a bare rock. One day they observed movement on and
Speaker 1: around the rocky top. It looked like bears playing grab ass,
Speaker 1: but through them byers that became obvious they were not
Speaker 1: bears at all. They were monkeys, large cub monkeys. Well,
Speaker 1: they called the ranger station to report this. Later they
Speaker 1: were called back and were told not to put this
Speaker 1: incident in writing, nor speak of it again if they
Speaker 1: wanted to keep their jobs and their credibility. Apparently they
Speaker 1: let it slip because my dad overheard them talking about
Speaker 1: it and it got him fascinated by the subject. Now,
Speaker 1: over the many years of camping in different areas of
Speaker 1: this state, I've often heard the strange but familiar sounds
Speaker 1: of these creatures calling to one another, and the stillness
Speaker 1: of the other animals that go along with that. On
Speaker 1: multiple occasions we had pebbles thrown at our tents at
Speaker 1: night by playful apes, but most of the time I
Speaker 1: kept it to myself. Thirteen years ago, my brother and
Speaker 1: I went up to the Northern Cascades near Canada to
Speaker 1: camp near the Cascade Crest Trail. We hiked up the
Speaker 1: trail by day and we returned to camp at night.
Speaker 1: The campground is near the loudest waterfall I've ever been to.
Speaker 1: We brought our gear and our goods and large plastic bins,
Speaker 1: two of which we pushed against the inside back of
Speaker 1: the tent. Now, during all three nights that we camped there,
Speaker 1: in the middle of the night, a large hen pushed
Speaker 1: those bins over onto us in the tent. Each time
Speaker 1: this happened, I woke up quickly enough to see the
Speaker 1: five large fingertips through the nih line tent that hen
Speaker 1: was twice the size of my own. But what I
Speaker 1: pictured were teenage apes out playing pranks trying to hold
Speaker 1: back his laughter. I did not since any danger during
Speaker 1: those episodes, but I would yell stop it each time
Speaker 1: so it would be satisfied that it had given us
Speaker 1: a scare. And my brother believed a raccoon was to blame,
Speaker 1: and I just left it at that. I believe there
Speaker 1: are many varieties of these creatures around the world and
Speaker 1: North America in Washington State. I've not felt threatened yet.
Speaker 1: And he goes on to say, he says, you're a
Speaker 1: good narrator. Obviously you are not naives since you haven't
Speaker 1: open mind and heart, So keep confusing the doubters with
Speaker 1: the truth. We dig, We dig listening to what you
Speaker 1: were born to do. Oh, thank you for that much.
Speaker 1: I appreciate it, and thanks for inspiring me to write
Speaker 1: this down. You're welcome, and I'm glad I finally got
Speaker 1: to it. I've had this story for a long time,
Speaker 1: maybe a couple of years, and I'm just now getting
Speaker 1: to it. Guys, I still have I still have probably
Speaker 1: a thousand or twelve hundred stories that I haven't even
Speaker 1: edited opened up. I just hadn't had time to do
Speaker 1: them all. But now that I'm doing this for a
Speaker 1: full time, I'm going to be getting getting to them faster.
Speaker 1: And I thought this was a great series of stories.
Speaker 1: The man and his father had similar interests. They've both
Speaker 1: had have had experiences, and that story about the Mount
Speaker 1: Saint Helen's pack of Bigfoots that live there. There's all
Speaker 1: kinds of stories around Mount Saint Helen's, but I think
Speaker 1: this eight Canyon story. I've never read it or heard it,
Speaker 1: but I hear people talk about it. Maybe that is
Speaker 1: the story people are talking about. And then when Mount
Speaker 1: Saint Helen's blue, I guess that was back in the
Speaker 1: late seventies or eighties. Supposedly a bunch of those bigfoots
Speaker 1: were killed in in the volcano eruption. But a lot
Speaker 1: of cool stuff going on around Mount Saint Helen's even today.
Speaker 1: I'd love to see that area. It's supposed to be
Speaker 1: beautiful and beginning to grow back and looking more natural.
Speaker 1: It was pretty devastated after that volcano erupted. But anyway,
Speaker 1: but thanks for the story. I really appreciate it. It
Speaker 1: was so good. Good to hear from you. Thank you.
Speaker 1: Here's a bigfoot story from Eric. I'm currently getting a
Speaker 1: master's degree in environmental geology, and I spend a lot
Speaker 1: of my free time camping, hiking, traveling, and spending time
Speaker 1: in the woods. My experience happened back in the summer
Speaker 1: of twenty eighteen. I was traveling from South Dakota to
Speaker 1: Massachusetts by myself and was trying to camp in as
Speaker 1: many remote areas as I could along the way. It
Speaker 1: was my second or third night of the trip and
Speaker 1: I was in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. I was
Speaker 1: going to camp along the shoreline of the Great Lakes,
Speaker 1: but the camp site that was on my Google Maps
Speaker 1: seemed a little overcrowded and didn't have much for hiking,
Speaker 1: so instead I decided to go further north into the
Speaker 1: woods in search of a better spot. I was a
Speaker 1: little lost and I had no cell phone reception, but
Speaker 1: I came across a small campsite along a river. I
Speaker 1: set up my hammock and I lay out in the
Speaker 1: opening in the sun. I was the only person in
Speaker 1: this campground, and initially I really enjoyed the solitude. After
Speaker 1: resting in the sun, for a while, I heard what
Speaker 1: I assumed to be a moose violently crashing through the woods.
Speaker 1: Eighty yards away, I saw a flash of brown, and
Speaker 1: though I wasn't yet afreight or uneasy, the noise did
Speaker 1: startle me. I started to walk up along the river
Speaker 1: because there were no official trails. Being someone interested in
Speaker 1: ecology and plant life, I was moving rather slow and
Speaker 1: spending a lot of time investigating the ground around me.
Speaker 1: After an hour of moving up the river, I noticed
Speaker 1: to my left an old logging road that was no
Speaker 1: longer being used, and I stepped out into the opening,
Speaker 1: and with the setting sun shining down, my shadow was
Speaker 1: extended a great distance, and I decided to take a
Speaker 1: couple of pictures. To my right were forty yards of
Speaker 1: trees between me and the river bank, and right in
Speaker 1: that area I heard a giant crash from the top
Speaker 1: of the canopy to the ground, and a large stud
Speaker 1: from an object hitting the forest floor. Then came an
Speaker 1: odd sounding bird call. That's when I started to feel uneasy,
Speaker 1: But being twenty five years old and considering myself in
Speaker 1: pretty good shape, I grabbed a large stick and I
Speaker 1: went to investigate the area for a few minutes before,
Speaker 1: my gut told me that it was time to leave.
Speaker 1: The sun was getting low and I didn't have a flashlight,
Speaker 1: so I started walking back. Ten minutes later, the strange
Speaker 1: bird call sounded again, only this time it sounded as
Speaker 1: if whatever made the call was making it directly at me.
Speaker 1: I rushed back to my hammit without any further incident,
Speaker 1: and by the time I got settled in it was dark.
Speaker 1: There was a slight breeze, but nothing too wild. But
Speaker 1: as I lay listening to the woods, a tree right
Speaker 1: across the river from me fell violently to the ground.
Speaker 1: I did notice beeaver activity in the area, but I
Speaker 1: thought it strange based on my previous experiences that a
Speaker 1: tree would fall so close just across the water from me.
Speaker 1: Somehow it felt intentional. I did manage to sleep, and
Speaker 1: I left in the morning with no further incident. It
Speaker 1: wasn't until my car ride the following day that I
Speaker 1: really began to process my experience and just how strange
Speaker 1: it was. I don't have an explanation, but I do
Speaker 1: wish I had investigated it more. During my undergrad years,
Speaker 1: I was a double major in geology and anthropology, and
Speaker 1: I studied human evolution. If I were to take a
Speaker 1: guess if a bigfoot like creature did exist, I would
Speaker 1: think it would be some type of hominem creature that
Speaker 1: diverged somewhere on the human evolutionary story, which we already
Speaker 1: know is incredibly complex for us, or also a terrible
Speaker 1: place for preserving fossils. And in my opinion, there is
Speaker 1: a chance, however, slight, that an intelligent cousin of ours
Speaker 1: has survived hidden in the remote forests of the planet.
Speaker 1: I would love one day to actually spot Bigfoot in
Speaker 1: my travels, but until that day, I'm going to remain
Speaker 1: a dreamer. Oh Eric, that's my thing too. I'm a dreamer.
Speaker 1: I've never seen a bigfoot, never really on my own
Speaker 1: seen any evidence of bigfoot. I've been with other people
Speaker 1: and have seen a little questionable stuff. These same people
Speaker 1: have put up videos that is really quite convincing stuff
Speaker 1: or very persuasive in tracks and all which wouldn't normally
Speaker 1: be persuasive to me. But I know these people. I
Speaker 1: know they're honest. They're just good people there. It's just
Speaker 1: not in their DNA to makeup stuff. So I'm a
Speaker 1: dreamer too, and I can see where these sounds and
Speaker 1: things would make you think, make your thoughts go toward
Speaker 1: this creature, especially probably hearing some stories and watching some
Speaker 1: documentaries or videos on this and there are hundreds of them,
Speaker 1: hundreds of them. I'm talking about documentaries and movies and
Speaker 1: fictional movies for entertainment makes people think toward the Bigfoot. Answer.
Speaker 1: I don't know. I don't know. That's kind of Do
Speaker 1: you think we're subconsciously kind of leaning toward that when
Speaker 1: we hear noises in the woods. I don't know, maybe,
Speaker 1: maybe not, what do I know? But it was a
Speaker 1: great story, buddy, appreciate you sending it. Thank you, Thank
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