Speaker 1: Back in the late seventies, I had just graduated from
Speaker 1: college and was getting ready to move from Sioux Falls,
Speaker 1: South Dakota to Houston, Texas. Back then, there was a
Speaker 1: large group of us that hung around together all the
Speaker 1: time since we got out of high school. One weekend,
Speaker 1: we decided to go to a park just east of
Speaker 1: the city called Beaver Creek. It was a wild prairie
Speaker 1: park with natural restored prairie grasslands. These days, it's pretty
Speaker 1: much in the city limits. A creek flanked this grassland
Speaker 1: on three sides, with a couple of pedestrian bridges. Thick
Speaker 1: old oak trees covered the steep bluff and a horseshoe
Speaker 1: shape around this flat picnic area where there were a
Speaker 1: few pavilions and a parking lot. I think that day
Speaker 1: was a holiday because there were a lot of people
Speaker 1: there throwing frisbees and playing at the playground. My group
Speaker 1: had settled into a pavilion just across the creek from
Speaker 1: the dense woods. There were bushes and trees so thick
Speaker 1: you couldn't see into it at all. We were just
Speaker 1: enjoying the day, grilling on the barbecue and having some
Speaker 1: beers out of nowhere the bushes violently rustled, and a
Speaker 1: flock of birds flew wildly up into the sky. It
Speaker 1: sounded like Niagara Falls. It was really loud. It was
Speaker 1: so startling almost everyone in the small park stopped and looked.
Speaker 1: Then there was a monstrous, chest rattling growl that lasted
Speaker 1: for probably fifteen seconds. It was like the rumble coming
Speaker 1: out of an old steam engine. We were in absolute shock,
Speaker 1: and then there were these earth shaking stomps that we
Speaker 1: all felt through the concrete floor of the pavilion. Without
Speaker 1: even thinking, we dropped everything and ran to the parking lot,
Speaker 1: along with a dozen other people. I have no experience
Speaker 1: with hunting, and I'm not familiar with wildlife, so I
Speaker 1: asked one of my friends, who does hunt. Do you
Speaker 1: think that was a deer or a cow? That was
Speaker 1: no deer or cow, he replied. We stood there for
Speaker 1: about ten minutes and didn't hear anything else. So we
Speaker 1: eventually went back to the pavilion and got our stuff,
Speaker 1: and everybody went home. Some of us were pretty certain
Speaker 1: that we knew what this thing was. Just as a
Speaker 1: side note, back in the seventies there were all sorts
Speaker 1: of UFO sightings and strange lights in this area that
Speaker 1: even made it into the newspaper. A friend of mine
Speaker 1: was a park ranger who lived in the ranger house
Speaker 1: at Beaver Creek, and he said he woke up one
Speaker 1: night when there was a full moon and he saw
Speaker 1: three massive black figures moving through the prairie grass. He
Speaker 1: thought they might be cult members because they looked like
Speaker 1: they were wearing robes with pointed heads. He never felt
Speaker 1: comfortable there. I moved to Houston in nineteen eighty. I
Speaker 1: have come back to retire. Compared to Houston, Sioux Falls
Speaker 1: as a safe and convenient place, and I haven't read
Speaker 1: or heard anything of such activity in the past twenty years.
Speaker 1: There are other strange activities that took place at that time.
Speaker 1: If you'd like, I'll send more of these events. I
Speaker 1: just don't want to bore you. So I'm thirty nine
Speaker 1: years old and I live in DeSoto County, Mississippi. My
Speaker 1: family owns land near Jackson, Tennessee, and that's what turned
Speaker 1: me onto your program. I always had a minor interest
Speaker 1: in Bigfoot from a kid, but I remained quite skeptic
Speaker 1: on the subject, and I thought if it was real,
Speaker 1: that it would only exist in the Big mountain terrain.
Speaker 1: My YouTube suggested a video of yours one day about
Speaker 1: Bigfoot in the Hatchie Wildlife Refuge, an area that I
Speaker 1: was familiar with that wasn't far from our family land
Speaker 1: on the Forkadeer River. I have been in the woods
Speaker 1: since my grandpa started dragging me around at two years old.
Speaker 1: I've hunted and spent time in our isolated hunting cabin
Speaker 1: my whole life. I'm still an avid hunter and river rat.
Speaker 1: I hunt everything from gators to deer. I have spent
Speaker 1: a lot of time, both day and night in the
Speaker 1: woods of North Mississippi and West Tennessee. I have seen
Speaker 1: many things in almost every animal that lives in these areas.
Speaker 1: In twenty and sixteen, late in the hunting season, we
Speaker 1: were hunting rabbits in Holly Springs National Forest. We had
Speaker 1: called it today and we were headed home, my brother,
Speaker 1: my stepdad, and me. It was late afternoon and still
Speaker 1: light out. We just turned off Highway seven headed west
Speaker 1: towards home when we passed a narrow side road just
Speaker 1: off the highway. Crouching down in the middle of that
Speaker 1: side road was something that I can only describe as
Speaker 1: looking like a chimpanzee. With its back to us. It
Speaker 1: appeared to be eating or rummaging through a trash bag
Speaker 1: lying in the road. Its hair was black and matted
Speaker 1: like a chimps and dirty looking. I say it was
Speaker 1: crouching because it was on two feet, not four. We
Speaker 1: immediately asked each other what we thought we had just seen.
Speaker 1: We all agreed that it wasn't a dog, and it
Speaker 1: sure wasn't a hog, and that it was in fact
Speaker 1: some type of a monkey. We know chimps don't live
Speaker 1: wild in Mississippi, although when we were kids there was
Speaker 1: a man who lived in our subdivision that in fact
Speaker 1: had a monkey living on a chain link cage that
Speaker 1: took up his entire backyard, and we would oftentimes ride
Speaker 1: our bikes over to look at it. So it didn't
Speaker 1: seem impossible that someone may have had a monkey that
Speaker 1: got loose, though it's highly unlikely. My brother did make
Speaker 1: a comment that people have mentioned an ape man around
Speaker 1: Holly Springs. We laughed a little and left it at
Speaker 1: that and continued home. After coming across your program and
Speaker 1: another that I listened to, I now think that what
Speaker 1: we saw was possibly a juvenile bigfoot. If it would
Speaker 1: have been standing, I would put it around six feet
Speaker 1: in height. I enjoy your program, and when I started
Speaker 1: hearing the stories from around this area and areas that
Speaker 1: I hunt on your show, I was hooked. The President's
Speaker 1: Island story got me too. We have a small plot
Speaker 1: of hunting land near there in the Ensley Bottoms. I
Speaker 1: once heard a scream that was very close to my
Speaker 1: ladder stand, right before daylight one morning that really messed
Speaker 1: with me, and that I could not identify. I spent
Speaker 1: the rest of that day listening to Bobcat, Panther, Fox
Speaker 1: and code sounds on the Internet trying to identify it.
Speaker 1: It reminded me of a wild woman screaming in agony.
Speaker 1: It was burned into my mind and only recently did
Speaker 1: I hear it again. It was on a recording from
Speaker 1: a YouTube of a bigfoot screaming. Thanks for your stories
Speaker 1: and making my trips home go by so quickly. We
Speaker 1: don't know everything God created, but I was always told
Speaker 1: to keep an eye open and carry a gun and
Speaker 1: a lighter in the woods because you never know what
Speaker 1: situation you'll find yourself in, and you never know what's
Speaker 1: out there. Thanks again. I'm not quite sure how to
Speaker 1: start this series of encounters with what I now believe
Speaker 1: to be bigfoot in Connecticut. It could be what is
Speaker 1: termed repressed memories that I think must have been triggered
Speaker 1: by something recently. But when I started writing down the
Speaker 1: memories I had about this, more thoughts came back on
Speaker 1: this subject. Specific My area, Seymour, where these encounters occurred
Speaker 1: was a combination of medium sized farms which were slowly
Speaker 1: giving way to the building of homes, so the area
Speaker 1: was a mix, and that area was only a short
Speaker 1: ride of way to the neighboring city of an Sonia.
Speaker 1: We lived on old an Sonia Road, which backed right
Speaker 1: up to a two thousand acre tract of watershed property
Speaker 1: which now is a part of the Naugatok State Forest.
Speaker 1: Divided by only one road, Connecticut State Route three point thirteen.
Speaker 1: This tract of land includes two large reservoirs, numerous ponds, swamps,
Speaker 1: and streams. This is where the encounters started. My earliest
Speaker 1: recollection of something unusual was steering a family ride and
Speaker 1: a car through this reservoir area with my mom and dad.
Speaker 1: I was at best around six or seven years old
Speaker 1: in the back seat as we passed one of these reservoirs,
Speaker 1: back then, my mom and dad spotted something crouching down
Speaker 1: to the reservoir looking down into the water. My mom exclaimed, John,
Speaker 1: look at that, what is that? My father slowed the
Speaker 1: car and said, I don't know. It looks like someone
Speaker 1: in a monkey suit. Now, why would anybody be dressed
Speaker 1: up like that? I was able to get to the
Speaker 1: car window in time and remember seeing a dark figure
Speaker 1: next to the waterline looking down into it. We had
Speaker 1: no knowledge, experience, or any thinking at all that there
Speaker 1: were such things as bigfoot. By the time I reached
Speaker 1: ten years old, us and neighborhood kids were fully into
Speaker 1: that forest, exploring, camping and hiking, and never ever leaving
Speaker 1: trash or a mess. We were almost like stewards of
Speaker 1: the forest. We were literally in that woodland area every
Speaker 1: day that we could go, sometimes even on school nights,
Speaker 1: and in the rain, no problem there either. We simply
Speaker 1: put on our raincoats and we went out. Over time,
Speaker 1: we camped deeper and deeper into the woods, and one
Speaker 1: area became our favorite, nestled right into a grove of
Speaker 1: tall evergreens, we pitched camp, made our camp fire, and
Speaker 1: enjoyed ourselves for sometimes a week at a time. During
Speaker 1: the summer. What we didn't realize was the way we
Speaker 1: broke the branches and small logs for our fire was
Speaker 1: to strike the branches against trees in order to break
Speaker 1: them into smaller pieces. Again, we did not even have
Speaker 1: thought as to what bigfoot was. But looking back now,
Speaker 1: we broke sometimes a full quart of branches in just
Speaker 1: one day, sometimes on and off for hours, and in
Speaker 1: the nighttime two for our fire. It was fun. From
Speaker 1: what I know now, this is one of the ways
Speaker 1: that Bigfoot communicate. It was during the night during one
Speaker 1: of these summer camping trips one of the younger boys
Speaker 1: in our neighborhood group, called a Little Billy, started shouting
Speaker 1: and then he was crying. He was visibly shaking. This
Speaker 1: was no joking on his part. We had absolutely no
Speaker 1: idea what had just happened to him. When his brother
Speaker 1: and the rest of us got him calmed down, he
Speaker 1: explained that he saw a monster in the woods let
Speaker 1: by our campfire. Now, I've only seen one other time
Speaker 1: in my life someone shake like that, and that was
Speaker 1: years later when someone at work was having a seizure.
Speaker 1: We convinced little Billy there was no such thing as
Speaker 1: monsters and we got him calmed down. His reply was
Speaker 1: very sincere. Then what did I just see? A minute later,
Speaker 1: a rock came flying into the camp near the fire.
Speaker 1: We thought it may have been a vagrant or someone
Speaker 1: throwing things, so we grabbed our BB guns and opened
Speaker 1: fire in that direction where the rock came from. Oh,
Speaker 1: you guys were cowboys. Soon another rock came and we
Speaker 1: again shot in the dark. At that point, little Billy
Speaker 1: wanted to leave, so his bigger brother had to walk
Speaker 1: him all the way home at night because he didn't
Speaker 1: want to stay there. The rest of that evening was quiet.
Speaker 1: During another camping trip in this same area, at night,
Speaker 1: I smelled a very strong skunk oder come into the
Speaker 1: camp when we were all sleeping in our six man tent.
Speaker 1: I didn't hear any footsteps, but then someone started urinating
Speaker 1: on the side of our tent. I sat up, did
Speaker 1: a head count, and all of us guys were in
Speaker 1: the tent. This lasted a good sixty or ninety seconds.
Speaker 1: It was a very strong stream at one spot on
Speaker 1: the tent. I didn't know what to think, attributing it
Speaker 1: to maybe rain or something pouring out of a tree overhead.
Speaker 1: I just didn't know, so I laid back down and
Speaker 1: I went to sleep. During other times, while we would
Speaker 1: go hiking, we would come across a number of branches
Speaker 1: shaped like a blind that a hunter would set up,
Speaker 1: and also sometimes shape very purposely into an X. We
Speaker 1: wondered who would be doing this. There was absolutely no
Speaker 1: hunting on this track of land. People were not even
Speaker 1: allowed into this entire watershed area, and there were plenty
Speaker 1: of no trespassing signs along the state highway. We also
Speaker 1: would come across younger trees, perhaps ten or eight feet
Speaker 1: high and maybe one to two inches in diameter, broken
Speaker 1: in half and pointing in a certain direction. We would
Speaker 1: stop and look at these trees and wonder why in
Speaker 1: the world would someone do this. Some of those broken
Speaker 1: trees were freshly broken, as sap would still be oozing
Speaker 1: out of the broken limb. Other times we would find
Speaker 1: broken branches and trees formed into some type of barrier.
Speaker 1: This was not a random falling of trees because the
Speaker 1: limbs were interwoven, definitely showing some type of intelligence, but
Speaker 1: we had absolutely no idea what or who would do
Speaker 1: this In the middle of these woods. A number of
Speaker 1: times we would also find smaller, completely uprooted evergreen trees
Speaker 1: pulled out of the ground with the root showing and
Speaker 1: push back into the ground upside down. We would look
Speaker 1: also at these and again could not understand why this occurred.
Speaker 1: Through my later research, I learned possibly this is some
Speaker 1: type of food signal. During more than a few of
Speaker 1: our hikes, both in the summer and in the winter,
Speaker 1: we would be walking in the woods and hear someone
Speaker 1: trailing us off to the side. We would stop and
Speaker 1: the noise would stop. A few times we caught it
Speaker 1: as we would all stop walking at the same time
Speaker 1: and the noise would travel another two or three more steps.
Speaker 1: We would yell, hey, we caught you, but no one
Speaker 1: answered back. At other times, we would be on a
Speaker 1: hike to go play in the brook or one of
Speaker 1: the swamps, and some of us got hit by acorns
Speaker 1: as we walked. Of course, we blamed it each other
Speaker 1: for this, and everyone would honestly deny it one hundred
Speaker 1: percent of the time. If someone was fooling around, they
Speaker 1: would fess up and the issue would be over. Not
Speaker 1: when this happened, though, no one took credit for the acorns.
Speaker 1: Other times I would go for a hike by myself
Speaker 1: during the day and I would hear a very distinct
Speaker 1: and clear whistle right near me. I stopped and would
Speaker 1: look around, and I could swear someone was looking at me,
Speaker 1: and I got a strange feeling that I wasn't alone,
Speaker 1: but I couldn't see anyone. I turned around and I
Speaker 1: went home. One warm, clear summer night, I decided to
Speaker 1: go on a night hike all by myself, no flashlight, nothing,
Speaker 1: just by moonlight. I got about a half mile into
Speaker 1: the woods and peered into the darkness near our favorite
Speaker 1: camping spot, and I froze. I could swear someone was there,
Speaker 1: and among the evergreen trees, the literal hair on the
Speaker 1: back of my next stood up and it stayed like that.
Speaker 1: I didn't see any glowing eyes or anything like that,
Speaker 1: but I could swear there were what I feel like
Speaker 1: separate individuals present in the trees. I turned around and
Speaker 1: ran back down the path as fast as I could.
Speaker 1: As I was running, a rock came crashing through the
Speaker 1: trees next to me on my right. I continued to
Speaker 1: run got to the last part of the path, which
Speaker 1: I needed to climb up a steep hill. All the
Speaker 1: while doing this by moonlight, I kept saying to myself
Speaker 1: don't turn around, don't turn around. I kept repeating this
Speaker 1: to myself until I got to the top of the hill,
Speaker 1: ran to my house, and I got inside. My mother
Speaker 1: was there in the kitchen and said, what's the matter
Speaker 1: with you? You look scared. Of course, I said nothing
Speaker 1: at all, and I just sat down and I had
Speaker 1: a cold drink of water. I believe this evening, heike
Speaker 1: is what started a number of incidents that happened at
Speaker 1: our house in the next years to follow. It could
Speaker 1: very well be that these animals or bigfoot followed me home,
Speaker 1: possibly by scent. Here is where things become more distinct.
Speaker 1: One evening, my sister Carolyn, about eighteen years old, was
Speaker 1: washing dishes by the kitchen window, and she started screaming
Speaker 1: her head off. All of us ran into the kitchen
Speaker 1: to see what the matter was. She was crying and
Speaker 1: was almost disgusted that there was a gorilla face staring
Speaker 1: back at her in the window. She said. She looked closer,
Speaker 1: and it moved its lips and showed its teeth. My father,
Speaker 1: combat promoted Bronze Star eighty second airborne paratrooper, had already
Speaker 1: ran outside past us and said he saw something run
Speaker 1: away from the house. Within a month, this happened again
Speaker 1: to Carolyn. This time, my father was quicker to run
Speaker 1: outside and apparently came face to face with something and
Speaker 1: came shooting right back into the house and a fluster.
Speaker 1: He said, I don't know what that thing was, but
Speaker 1: it's pretty big. From that point on, we kept a
Speaker 1: pot of water on the counter near the door, and
Speaker 1: the garden hose was kept turned on and left on
Speaker 1: the porch outside at night. There was one more time
Speaker 1: I can remember. My father had waited in the kitchen
Speaker 1: with my sister for another appearance of whatever this thing was,
Speaker 1: and ran outside to meet it. When it indeed visited again,
Speaker 1: he threw the pot of water at it and then
Speaker 1: turned the garden hose on it. This time I distinctly
Speaker 1: remember him dropping the pot because it clanged when he
Speaker 1: dropped it, and he also dropped the hose when it
Speaker 1: was still on when he jumped back into the house.
Speaker 1: He only described it as something big and that he
Speaker 1: didn't know what it was. About this time, two things
Speaker 1: happened on our side of the fence, so to speak,
Speaker 1: And I cannot honestly say for sure if these next
Speaker 1: events are connected to these siding at our house. First,
Speaker 1: my father bought a seven point sixty two millimeters rifle
Speaker 1: for the house, which we never had guns in the
Speaker 1: house before the second thing, we cut down a number
Speaker 1: of trees in the backyard to make room for a pool.
Speaker 1: We left a few tree stumps in the back. My
Speaker 1: mom began leaving bread on them for the birds, and
Speaker 1: then started leaving older fruit and vegetables there. I followed suit,
Speaker 1: and always within a few days the food would be gone.
Speaker 1: I took over this job and kept it up on
Speaker 1: and off for a long while. Mom never told me
Speaker 1: why she did this, except to feed the birds. On
Speaker 1: at least three occasions, I remember finding a neat pile
Speaker 1: of stones in our backyard near the stump, and once
Speaker 1: on our back porch, very very close to the back door.
Speaker 1: I remember thinking that it was my friends playing a
Speaker 1: joke because the piles were very neatly done, very deliberately
Speaker 1: put in place. Yet my friends were not the type
Speaker 1: to do this or repeat doing this. One evening, when
Speaker 1: I was still in my early teens, I was home
Speaker 1: alone watching TV and I had the feeling I was
Speaker 1: being watched through the window. I tried to shake it off,
Speaker 1: but I couldn't. Just then, my normally protective dog came
Speaker 1: whimpering into the room and hid behind the furniture, which
Speaker 1: he had never done before. I decided to close the curtains,
Speaker 1: and within a few minutes I heard a very loud
Speaker 1: slap on the side of the house. I didn't know
Speaker 1: what it was, so I went outside and I couldn't
Speaker 1: see anything, but I did smell a strong musky skunk odor,
Speaker 1: but not the usual sharp skunk smell. This was more doglike. Again,
Speaker 1: I never made any connection to all these events until
Speaker 1: only recently. This actually happened a second time again in
Speaker 1: the same pattern. Home alone watching TV. Got another feeling
Speaker 1: that I was being watched, so I closed the curtains again.
Speaker 1: My dog came into the room and took up position
Speaker 1: behind the furniture, whimpering. This time, a very loud wap
Speaker 1: occurred on the side of the house. The next morning,
Speaker 1: I went outside and found some brakes in the vinyl
Speaker 1: where I had heard the sound come from. I thought
Speaker 1: I was going to get blamed for doing this damage
Speaker 1: to the house. At least twice a year, it was
Speaker 1: my job to clean the gutters, and I did a
Speaker 1: pretty thorough job. When I climbed on top of the
Speaker 1: shed dormer we built for the second floor. I discovered
Speaker 1: rocks in the gutter up there. Distinctly. I remember saying
Speaker 1: to myself, why would anyone throw rocks up here? And
Speaker 1: I cleaned them out. This occurred more than a few
Speaker 1: times while I lived at my home. As I got older,
Speaker 1: and especially since I got my driver's license, I no
Speaker 1: longer spent time in the woods, and I started hanging
Speaker 1: out with my schoolmates at the local McDonald's and at
Speaker 1: their homes. These experiences tapered off as the same time,
Speaker 1: my neighborhood friends and I grew up and took up
Speaker 1: different interests, which meant we didn't spend time in the
Speaker 1: woods anymore, and the incidents at our home declined as well.
Speaker 1: We would occasionally get a wet dog smell, and my
Speaker 1: dog was still occasionally hide behind the furniture near me,
Speaker 1: but these also tapered off. As I write this, I'm
Speaker 1: sure there'll be a few more memories that come back
Speaker 1: to me, but this is the lion's share of what
Speaker 1: I can honestly and straightforwardly write down. These events all
Speaker 1: come back to me in the last two to three years,
Speaker 1: so I thought it best to share them with you.
Speaker 1: I've had many experiences in some stories that I can
Speaker 1: share with you. I hope you don't get tired of me.
Speaker 1: This is a story that was shared with me. She
Speaker 1: was the sister of a coworker, and my coworker's name
Speaker 1: is Tina and her sister is Susie. In nineteen seventy four,
Speaker 1: I lived and work in Lakeland, Florida, for the original
Speaker 1: Red Lobster restaurant. My coworker told me that her sister
Speaker 1: was coming in to have lunch with us and was
Speaker 1: excited about something that had happened to them, and she
Speaker 1: wanted to share it with us. Here is a little background.
Speaker 1: My friend's brother in law was a forest ranger and
Speaker 1: was stationed in the Hilochi hilo Cche Hellochi Wildlife Preserve
Speaker 1: east of Lakeland and south of Highway four. They had
Speaker 1: a little piece of land that backed up to the
Speaker 1: forest proper and they put a nice, double wide manufactured
Speaker 1: home there. It was fenced in, nice and snug with
Speaker 1: chain link fence. Her husband, Paul, was in the tower
Speaker 1: most every day for eight to ten hours, except when
Speaker 1: he had to check on various issues. And came home
Speaker 1: for lunch. This arrangement was great because he could see
Speaker 1: their home from the tower and it was walking or
Speaker 1: bicycle distance from the tower. They had a four year
Speaker 1: old son who was very precious, busy little guy, and
Speaker 1: often talked of his buddy that he played with and
Speaker 1: talked to all the time in the backyard. His mom
Speaker 1: assumed that it was an imaginary friend. Susie came by
Speaker 1: for lunch. The three of us sat in the back
Speaker 1: corner for a private lunch to talk and visit. After
Speaker 1: we ordered. Susie told us of how for the better
Speaker 1: part of six months, her son talked all the time
Speaker 1: about his buddy in the backyard. He could hardly wait
Speaker 1: to go outside and play, and he would sit at
Speaker 1: the sliding glass doors staring outside, sometimes crying that his
Speaker 1: buddy would miss him when it rained and he wouldn't
Speaker 1: go outside to play. A couple of weeks before this
Speaker 1: lunch meeting, Susie said that her son went right out
Speaker 1: to play after breakfast and was on his big wheel,
Speaker 1: squealing with delight and zooming around the backyard. So she
Speaker 1: went about her housework. The backyard was assumed by the
Speaker 1: parents to be completely safe There was a six foot
Speaker 1: chain link fence around the backyard with a gate on
Speaker 1: either side of the house, and those gates were always locked.
Speaker 1: The forest was just a few feet past the fence
Speaker 1: on the backside, and on the north side it was
Speaker 1: about fifty yards away. They felt like they were in
Speaker 1: a safe spot. There were many sources of play items
Speaker 1: in the fence yard. There was a swing set made
Speaker 1: of wood, and there were multiple riding toys. There were
Speaker 1: balls in even a pebble box. When her son went
Speaker 1: out to play. Most of the time, she kept the
Speaker 1: glass sliding door open so she could hear her son.
Speaker 1: Susie was busy at that time mopping, and she heard
Speaker 1: her son laughing and saying, you can't catch me, You
Speaker 1: can't catch me, and he laughed and he laughed. This
Speaker 1: sort of laughter from a child always makes the parents happy.
Speaker 1: But she thought she heard another child laughing out in
Speaker 1: the yard. It didn't sound like her son at all.
Speaker 1: She walked to the door to see who else was
Speaker 1: in the yard, and she dropped her mom What she
Speaker 1: saw shattered the day. There was a small, hairy boy
Speaker 1: a little bigger than her son, peddling another one of
Speaker 1: the big will tricks chasing after her son, and they
Speaker 1: were both laughing and having a great time. She opened
Speaker 1: the door and she rushed out. At that moment, the
Speaker 1: mama of the hairy little boy saw Susie come out
Speaker 1: of the door, and she rushed from the shadows of
Speaker 1: the forest, leaped over the fence with ease, ran to
Speaker 1: her son, snatched him off the track, turned around and
Speaker 1: looked at Susie. Susie jerked her son and held him,
Speaker 1: and they both ran in different directions, Susie to the
Speaker 1: house and missus Sisquatch to the woods. Out of breath
Speaker 1: and her heart pounding, Susie sat on the dining room
Speaker 1: chair holding her son, who was now yelling and crying
Speaker 1: about how she had scared off his friend. He broke
Speaker 1: free from her embrace and ran to the sliding rear door, yelling,
Speaker 1: hey buddy, Hey buddy, come back, at which point Susie
Speaker 1: snatched her son away from the glass and scolded him,
Speaker 1: saying that he was not to play with Buddy ever again.
Speaker 1: Susie then described fully what she saw, a little child sisquatch,
Speaker 1: with no hair about its face or hands. Its hands
Speaker 1: were firmly able to grift the handlebars of the track,
Speaker 1: and its feet were peddling like any other child. She
Speaker 1: recalled that the young sasquatch was laughing and talking even
Speaker 1: more strange, Apparently her son understood him. They understood each other.
Speaker 1: Its hair was not terribly long, but it was brownish
Speaker 1: blond with a reddish tint from the sun. The mother
Speaker 1: was similar, but darker brown and had more hair, but
Speaker 1: while she had hair on her chest, it was sparse there,
Speaker 1: and there was no hair on her face. She had
Speaker 1: a flat nose. She had dark brown eyes, and a
Speaker 1: pinkish tongue, with white teeth with some yellowing. She recalled
Speaker 1: to clicking sounds the mama made, and her child responded
Speaker 1: in kind. She also noted that both her son and
Speaker 1: the hairy child seemed to call out the same words
Speaker 1: to each other, and the two kids they actually called
Speaker 1: each other buddy. Susie said. She called her husband and
Speaker 1: told him what happened from the tower. He looked through
Speaker 1: his powerful binoculars looking at the back portion of their property,
Speaker 1: going back into the forest, and he didn't see anything.
Speaker 1: He called additional forest rangers in his superiors, and that's
Speaker 1: started a search. But nothing concrete was ever found except
Speaker 1: some faint tracks. After that, Susie and her husband put
Speaker 1: an eight foot wooden privacy fence across the back but
Speaker 1: she said that her son was despondent over the loss
Speaker 1: of his body, and from that day forward he lost
Speaker 1: interest in playing in the backyard. Susie said that she
Speaker 1: feels guilty for ruining his happiness.