Speaker 1: I lived in rural Oklahoma now for about thirteen years,
Speaker 1: and I've loved every minute of it. It's beautiful country.
Speaker 1: From twenty twelve to twenty fifteen, I lived in an
Speaker 1: area with long creeks and high cliffs where I assume
Speaker 1: there must have been a lot of caves. The first
Speaker 1: day that my father and I moved into our house,
Speaker 1: we were greeted by Ferdinand. He was a gorgeous big
Speaker 1: black hound dog who had been living there by himself
Speaker 1: for a year. Since he seemed so healthy and well fed,
Speaker 1: we asked the neighbors if they'd been feeding him and
Speaker 1: taking care of him, but they said they hadn't, so
Speaker 1: we figured Ferdinand must be a good hunter and was
Speaker 1: staying fit on a diet of rabbits and other small game.
Speaker 1: We went about doing our renovating, and we eventually moved
Speaker 1: into the house, and Ferdinand hung out and kept watch
Speaker 1: over our activities. Two days after we finally got moved in,
Speaker 1: my son got up to go to work and discovered
Speaker 1: the front half of a baby deer that looked to
Speaker 1: be no more than two weeks old, lying in the driveway.
Speaker 1: Now we're country people, and we understand the animals in
Speaker 1: the area and how the different predators act. So we
Speaker 1: went through the various scenarios trying to figure out what
Speaker 1: predator would have done this to this fawn. It couldn't
Speaker 1: have been a big cat because they usually eat part
Speaker 1: of their prey and take it somewhere offen up a tree.
Speaker 1: They go for the back of the neck and they
Speaker 1: leave claw marks. Plus there would have been a gut trail,
Speaker 1: but there were no claw marks, no gut trail. There
Speaker 1: were no bike marks, no paw prints, and no drag marks.
Speaker 1: This deer looked like it had been ripped in half, disemboweled,
Speaker 1: and thrown into our yard forty or fifty feet from
Speaker 1: the road. It was five am when my son discovered
Speaker 1: the phone, and he came straight back inside and told
Speaker 1: me about it, and we went out to inspect it.
Speaker 1: My dogs came with me, but they wanted nothing to
Speaker 1: do with the carcass. They wouldn't touch it or even
Speaker 1: go near it, and it was creepy the way they
Speaker 1: were acting. What was even more disconcerting was how Ferdinand
Speaker 1: walked right over to it and dragged it up under
Speaker 1: a tree and he started eating it. Later I found
Speaker 1: other bones buried in the pine needles under the tree,
Speaker 1: and apparently something had been feeding Ferdinand all along. Two
Speaker 1: weeks after we found the phone, my neighbor and dear
Speaker 1: friend who lived up the road from us, found another
Speaker 1: half of the baby deer in a ditch about a
Speaker 1: mile and a half from our house. I guess it
Speaker 1: was just a coincidence. Within a couple of weeks of
Speaker 1: us living there, my dogs began to acclimate Ferdinand's lifestyle.
Speaker 1: Each morning, I'd let them out when Ferdinand started whining
Speaker 1: for them. When they'd go outside, their hair would stand
Speaker 1: up on their backs, and they would start barking and
Speaker 1: acting nervous. After a few minutes, they changed their demeanor completely.
Speaker 1: They'd wag their tails and they'd take off under run.
Speaker 1: I wouldn't see them again until three or four in
Speaker 1: the afternoon. They always came home smelling like they'd been
Speaker 1: in a lion's den, but with an underlying metallic odor.
Speaker 1: This went on for the duration of the two and
Speaker 1: a half years we lived there. When my father and
Speaker 1: I moved into that house in June of twenty twelve,
Speaker 1: it had been sitting empty for a year. Immediately after
Speaker 1: we moved in, we began to notice little things. For example,
Speaker 1: things would be moved in the yard. They were random things,
Speaker 1: but they were large. There were some old farming implements
Speaker 1: that had been sitting out there that we'd been cleaning around,
Speaker 1: and I came around one morning and found them stacked oddly,
Speaker 1: just stack. We had glass lighting doors in one bedroom
Speaker 1: off the living room. The doors were visible from the
Speaker 1: living room, and we often saw very large, very tall
Speaker 1: silhouettes cross those doors at night. My dog's hackles would
Speaker 1: always go up, and they'd growl a little before quickly
Speaker 1: settling down and going back to acting normal. I really
Speaker 1: do think my dogs were friends with these beings. One night,
Speaker 1: I was on my back porch with my father. The
Speaker 1: dryer wasn't working, so I was hanging out laundry on
Speaker 1: a temporary line stretched across a semi wraparound porch. We'd
Speaker 1: been out there for about an hour, just talking and
Speaker 1: visiting in our normal voices, when my dad excused himself
Speaker 1: to go inside. Only seconds after he left, something knocked
Speaker 1: with a huge object against one of the dead trees
Speaker 1: in our backyard. It was an old dead elm tree
Speaker 1: that stood thirty feet from the house and was probably
Speaker 1: sick txty feet tall, sounded like it was being hit
Speaker 1: by another large log. There were three knocks, followed by
Speaker 1: a call that sounded like something between a man, a bear,
Speaker 1: and a wolf. I can't explain it. That was immediately
Speaker 1: answered by three more knocks from the other side of
Speaker 1: the yard and another call that sounded like a female
Speaker 1: or maybe a younger version of the first call. There's
Speaker 1: a huge raspberry patch that stretches along the outside of
Speaker 1: my yard's fence. The patch is several feet wide and
Speaker 1: at least ninety feet long. These trees were right up
Speaker 1: in the middle of this patch. The hair was standing
Speaker 1: up on the back of my neck like never before.
Speaker 1: It wouldn't be the last time. About a month after
Speaker 1: that incident, a friend and I were out rabbit hunting
Speaker 1: on some land we'd been given access to a quarter
Speaker 1: mile north of my house. We were also scouting the
Speaker 1: area for signs of deer for later that year. He
Speaker 1: was on a four wheeler and I was on foot.
Speaker 1: We were communicating via walkie talkie through my binoculars. I
Speaker 1: watched as he made his way across the field in
Speaker 1: front of us. He crossed the creek and headed up
Speaker 1: onto the ridge. Just before six that evening, as the
Speaker 1: sun was beginning to touch the horizon, we heard knocking.
Speaker 1: It started behind him on the left side of the hill.
Speaker 1: It was answered by a second knock from the right side,
Speaker 1: a little further down and a little closer to him.
Speaker 1: He kicked the four wheeler into gear and started down
Speaker 1: the hillside, still scouring the ground for deer tracks, and
Speaker 1: then a second wave of knocking came. He abandoned his
Speaker 1: search for deer tracks and concentrated on moving down off
Speaker 1: that ridge. It continued for fifteen minutes as he worked
Speaker 1: his way down the hillside and across the creek and
Speaker 1: back through the field toward me. Every time he stopped,
Speaker 1: the knocking would resume on both sides of him. It
Speaker 1: kept up until we reached the gate that opened onto
Speaker 1: the road. We didn't stick around. We were obviously in
Speaker 1: their territory and they didn't want us there. My friend
Speaker 1: eventually went back there to hunt with his dad a
Speaker 1: couple of times, but they didn't have any luck. There
Speaker 1: was no gain in the area. I've shared this with
Speaker 1: friends and authorities in my area, and I was met
Speaker 1: with laughter or sarcasm. So I'm sharing with you to
Speaker 1: see if anyone has experienced something similar. I will start
Speaker 1: off by saying I live in the UK. Watching your videos,
Speaker 1: it is apparent that there are not a lot of
Speaker 1: bigfoot encounters from the UK. I'm from the West Midlands
Speaker 1: area and I have rarely heard of similar sightings. I
Speaker 1: work as a family social worker and I specialize in
Speaker 1: families who were homeless and have difficulties with mental health.
Speaker 1: While studying. Near the end of my university degree, I
Speaker 1: asked to have an assignment where I would live a
Speaker 1: period of eighteen months in homelessness in order to further
Speaker 1: my career and knowledge. It was during this year that
Speaker 1: I had my encounter. It started off with leaving technology
Speaker 1: and luxuries behind me and had a meeting with family
Speaker 1: and professionals. Before leaving. I went to the large forest
Speaker 1: area and was not so local to my area as
Speaker 1: it was further away from society. I would venture most
Speaker 1: days into a nearby village and look for odds and
Speaker 1: ends chores that I could do for people to earn
Speaker 1: some sort of scrap or charge of food. I tried
Speaker 1: to do the best that I could for what little
Speaker 1: I had. I had heard of some weird sightings of
Speaker 1: what was a bear which are not wilder native than
Speaker 1: the United Cass Kingdom or a community of homeless people
Speaker 1: around the forest, but nothing solid, and I had not
Speaker 1: experienced anything myself. I managed to get some stuff together
Speaker 1: from the money that I had been given for mowing
Speaker 1: a lawn. I bought a large piece of tarp in
Speaker 1: some bits of what I assumed was a ripped gazebo
Speaker 1: and had fashioned this into a makeshift tent. I made
Speaker 1: a shower out of a bucket with holes that I
Speaker 1: poked in the bottom. It had been a few months
Speaker 1: of living in the forest and I was going through
Speaker 1: a normal day to day routine of fetching water from
Speaker 1: a nearby brook and hanging it in a tree to shower,
Speaker 1: and then I noticed a dead badger. The body was
Speaker 1: fresh and clean and it had no wounds, so I
Speaker 1: took the opportunity to take it back to my tent
Speaker 1: and prepare it for a meal. Badgers have been known
Speaker 1: to be vicious and aggressive, but this is the first
Speaker 1: of any badgers that I had ever seen. After a
Speaker 1: few days, I noticed something else weird. While I was
Speaker 1: walking to the brook. There was a rabbit carcass in
Speaker 1: some apples from what looked like to be from an
Speaker 1: apple tree not far from my tent. They weren't very
Speaker 1: nice though. The weird thing was this happened for a
Speaker 1: few weeks, and the food or the animals were always
Speaker 1: in the same spot, around twenty feet from my camp.
Speaker 1: A few weeks passed and I began to feel that
Speaker 1: this was rather odd, and I was unsure if I
Speaker 1: was being watched. I made my way to the brook
Speaker 1: to collect some water and get ready to make my
Speaker 1: way to the village. I walked out past the spot
Speaker 1: where I had usually found these items, and there was
Speaker 1: nothing there, so I moved on and thought nothing of it.
Speaker 1: I could hear the wildlife around me, and nothing seemed
Speaker 1: out of the ordinary. I hoisted the bucket of water
Speaker 1: onto my shoulder and I walked back to the tent.
Speaker 1: I was approaching the small clearing where my camp was
Speaker 1: when I noticed it. There was a large figure crouched
Speaker 1: near a small tree a little ways past my destination.
Speaker 1: I'm six foot tall and I weighed sixteen stone, and
Speaker 1: I could see this thing was just going to be
Speaker 1: a towering mass over me. I tried not to acknowledge
Speaker 1: it and ignore it as I carried on doing my business.
Speaker 1: I left the bucket of water by the fire to
Speaker 1: warm up while I prepared some food. It wasn't much,
Speaker 1: but it was what I had left over from some
Speaker 1: fish and bread, and I had a few carrots. I
Speaker 1: noticed the beings standing up straight and slowly take a
Speaker 1: few steps toward me. As big as this thing was,
Speaker 1: I did not feel a threat at all. It looked
Speaker 1: like a bigfoot, but not one that I had heard
Speaker 1: described before. It had hair covering most of its body,
Speaker 1: but was rather thin around its arms. Its chest was bare,
Speaker 1: and its face was clear. It had dark brown hair,
Speaker 1: small gray patches scattered all over its body. It was
Speaker 1: holding what looked like a bunch of blackberries and some
Speaker 1: wild garlic. Not a normal lunch that I would have,
Speaker 1: but I'm not going to argue with a big foot.
Speaker 1: It took around forty minutes of me dosing around the
Speaker 1: camp for this thing to get within a couple of
Speaker 1: yards of me. It placed the food on the ground
Speaker 1: and it stepped back. I had no idea what to do.
Speaker 1: I sat down on the camp chair and I began
Speaker 1: to eat. I picked up the berries in the garlic
Speaker 1: and I put them in my lap. I ripped the
Speaker 1: garlic leaves into shreds and put them in my fish sandwich.
Speaker 1: It was then I decided to gesture to the creature
Speaker 1: to take a sandwich as a thanks for bringing me
Speaker 1: some food. It came over to me and it slowly
Speaker 1: reached out with its huge hand. It looked like it
Speaker 1: was missing the tip of its index finger. As it
Speaker 1: took it out of my hand, it let out a
Speaker 1: sharp but powerful grunt, and then it quickly walked away.
Speaker 1: After about ten feet, it stopped and it sat down
Speaker 1: on an old rotten log and it ate the sandwich.
Speaker 1: I've got to be honest. When it came over to me,
Speaker 1: I have never been more terrified in my life. But
Speaker 1: it remained calm and gentle the whole time. During this
Speaker 1: little session of what seemed like forever, I had a
Speaker 1: closer look at it. Its hair or its fur, was brown,
Speaker 1: with a large black patch covering its back and gray
Speaker 1: speckle patches all over. It was muscular and had an
Speaker 1: odd but not two potents smell. Its face was almost
Speaker 1: Neanderthal looking, but with some ape like features. It had
Speaker 1: a protruding bottom lip, and as it opened its mouth
Speaker 1: to take a bite, I could see very pronounced canine teeth.
Speaker 1: Its ears were large but almost flushed to its head,
Speaker 1: and this animal must have been eight foot tall and
Speaker 1: weighed almost double what I weighed. It was incredible. I
Speaker 1: now assumed that it was a male after watching your videos,
Speaker 1: and I've heard people describe what we're breast on female bigfoots,
Speaker 1: and I thought to myself, I can't believe that I'm
Speaker 1: seeing I think this is a bigfoot man. I did
Speaker 1: not know what to do. Its arms and hands were
Speaker 1: covered in small scars and scratches which looked like cat
Speaker 1: or dog marks, but I wasn't sure. After it finished
Speaker 1: the food, it stared at me for a while, and
Speaker 1: then it stood up. I carried on what I was doing,
Speaker 1: and I hung the bucket of warm water in the tree,
Speaker 1: and I got ready to shower. As I looked around
Speaker 1: over my shoulder, the creature had gone. This was the
Speaker 1: last time that I saw it. I carried on living
Speaker 1: homeless for the remainder of that eighteen months and didn't
Speaker 1: come across the creature again. I didn't feel scared or
Speaker 1: worried or threatened. In fact, it gave me a sense
Speaker 1: of safety. It left me food every so often in
Speaker 1: the spot and I in return left a sandwich sometimes
Speaker 1: made with some of the things that left me, just
Speaker 1: to show my appreciation. A few months had passed and
Speaker 1: I still hadn't seen the animal again in the flesh,
Speaker 1: but it felt it around me. I had at this
Speaker 1: point planted some potatoes in a patch nearby, and today
Speaker 1: was a day that I would harvest them. I was
Speaker 1: rummaging through the ground digging up the potatoes when I
Speaker 1: heard a grunt. I looked up and I saw a bore.
Speaker 1: Boar are known in the local area and wildernesses, and
Speaker 1: they're not friendly. This thing grunted and scraped its hoof
Speaker 1: against the ground very aggressively. I grabbed the trowel next
Speaker 1: to me, even though this boar wouldn't even feel it
Speaker 1: if I poked it, and it charged me. And then
Speaker 1: the worst happened. It lowered its head and it charged.
Speaker 1: My heart stopped and I lost my breath as a loud, deep,
Speaker 1: howling roar echoed from a distance. It was so deep
Speaker 1: the echo reverberated off the trees. The boar suddenly skidded
Speaker 1: along the ground, almost falling, before squealing and then running off.
Speaker 1: My body just emptied of sweat, thankfully, this is the
Speaker 1: most dangerous thing that I felt like I encountered, and
Speaker 1: thank god the big guy was nearby. I've spoken to
Speaker 1: people about this and almost no one takes me seriously. However,
Speaker 1: I know what I saw. I always use this experience
Speaker 1: in my professional life by quoting there are always forces
Speaker 1: in the universe that will help you if you need
Speaker 1: it or even don't expect it. Just be kind to
Speaker 1: give back when you can. I haven't heard anything described
Speaker 1: quite like this and was wondering if there are variations
Speaker 1: of what we know is Bigfoot that are different in
Speaker 1: different regions.