They Come Out at Night! - My Bigfoot Sighting Episode 103

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My big Foot Siding. All right, then let's do this. Seeing a
bunch of run down now horse towns, where the church is the backbone,
nos and the power and the fostring melodies cove in with the bombman Rose,
where the roots run deep beyond the noise of the busy streets, with the
sons of the South us. So then when I hear the promp port picking
down home rhythm bringing out I Don't Run from Banjung music. Yeah. If
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go to my Bigfoot Siding dot com. My Bigfoot Siding happened in April of
twoy fifteen down in Nashville, Georgia. We're coming home from Walmart one night
and decided to take the back roads. There's a lot of dirt roads,
sandy white roads, alligators, snakes, swamp lands, and I've been studying
just one area for a good year. I found a nineteen its footprint down
there, just one. I found a tree marker that was an X.
The thing that was unique about that was it was high up and the branch
that was dragged over towards the tree where they made the X out of was
stripped of its bark. Well, the tree that was standing where they leaned
it up against had fullbark, and there was no rits on the branch that
they had dragged over, which was well over twenty feet long. And we
decided to go down that road one night. It's about ten minutes from where
I lived, and when we were coming back, we were about two hundred
feet from a stop sign on a dirt road and my high beams are on
and it caught something coming out of the tree line. The only thing I
could see from head to toe was from its waist up. It's massive.
If you've never seen one in life, what you see on TV is TV,
but when you see one in life, there's unimaginable. How wide they
are, how broad they are, how muscular there They're huge. This thing
had to have been four feet wide at the shoulders, and we estimated about
eight and a half feet tall. It was reddish brown in color, big
amber eyes, and there was a directional marker that was pretty close to where
it was standing, and it stands eight feet tall. Now, this thing's
head was about a half a head taller than the sign. It was just
a brief encounter, and the passenger looked over and said, oh my god.
And right after that it took one step towards us. I'm guessing to
continue on its path or to get out of the way. And I said,
screw this, and we floored it and I went down about a half
a mile, stopped, collected my thoughts, turned around, drove back.
I didn't even stop for the stop sign. We just I just wanted to
see if I could see it again. And no, we didn't see anything
else. I turned around, went back home and said, come first light,
I'm going to investigate. So first light came. We went down there
about seven thirty in the morning, and like I said, it's only about
ten minutes away from the house, and we found. The first thing that
I saw when I stopped the truck was a heel impression. There was a
two foot embankment where they graped the roads while the dirt goes up to the
side. They looked like a perfect heel impression coming down, and you could
see a slight path where it had crossed just before the stop sign, you
could see where it had walked and work. I'm guessing that the thing had
crossed the street to go to the pond that's across the street. And there
was also a farm with several different vegetables out there. So and on the
other side of that is a place called Banks Lake which has alligators, numerous
waterfowl, deer. Maybe was on pat to go get some eat and drink,
or maybe it was just passing through. Nobody knows. And so I
went to the library to ask some questions, and I got a response from
numerous people saying that they've seen them that are as tall as the eaves of
their house, which is eight feet on the corners. And the reports were
just There was fourteen different people that we had spoke to, and every one
of them said the same thing. They come out at night to hang around
the house. They'll take your chickens, or they'll just observe. So it's
just pretty fascinating down on that part of the country. You know, I'm
an avid outdoorsman. I loved to hunting fish. I've been doing it for
over thirty years. I've been interested in the bigfoot phenom since the mid seventies.
What got me interested was the old documentary called The Mysterious Monsters. That's
pretty wild, and ever since then I've been interested in it. And in
the nineties I really got into it. And I lived in Ohio for fifteen
years, seeing some things, heard some things, not sure what they were,
especially down on the Siegees Creek area and where I live right now,
we have frequent big Foot encounters. We live in the Daniel Boone National Forest
right around Turkey Foot, and we get footprints here. We've found tree structures
here, we get whistles here, our mimics, and they come around at
least twice a month and they bang on the side of the cabin and then
they leave. But I don't know why. Maybe they're trying to see what
kind of reaction we would give them, or if they wanted us to come
outside and say hello. I don't know, but they do that periodically.
The album mimics and the whistles happened a few three or four times a week.
The last night was the latest. We heard like six album mimics and
one whistle, just one. And it's fascinating being out here. Sit on
the porch every night and my view is the Daniel Boone National Forest, just
my front yard backyard. We're surrounded in it, and there is just a
lot of big foot activity here. We have footprints in the snow that we
have found and you could definitely see the mid Tarsal break. Turkey Foot State
Park has footprints that have crossed the road. And the thing that gets me
is people don't take pictures of them. They just talk about them. The
local sheriff is the local former sheriff, I should I say, has had
them in his barn. That's pretty wild. And recently we've had finger tapping
on the kitchen window that kind of freaked us out. You know, that
means they were watching. And we found footprint impressions in the grass that is
out behind the windows were the kitchen is at. We found a smudged arm
print on my wife's car, and we had a glyph like a hieroglyph on
our porch. And we're gifted turkey feathers, just one single feather. Just
little things like that. If I put out food, which recently put out
a bowl of macaroni for them, just playing macaroni and the tub disappeared.
The wildlife that's here there's numerous and various wildlife, but something had to carry
out that tub. It was a good sized tub. The things that basically
happened around here is just a lot of I'm guessing curiosity, because you can
smell them, you can hear them. We've heard the samurai chatter before,
sitting out here on the porch. It's happened, you know, not just
at night. The whistling has been during the daytime. The album mimics have
been day and night. Mainly at night though, leaving the gifts. When
we went shopping one day, came home and there was nothing out of the
ordinary and we had to go back out. So we had went back out.
I'm guessing we were gone for maybe four hours, and when we came
back there was a single turkey feather right in front of the porch on the
step. That was pretty interesting. I took a couple of pictures of it,
and I left it alone. So we had to go back out one
more time that day when we went to my niece's house and told her about
the gift that we had got, and when we came back from talking to
her, the feather was gone, just one single long turkey feather and we've
had that happened twice. And the next gift I'd spoke on it earlier was
the glyph. It was laid right on the porch after the step, and
it was made out of straw. We have grass here, we don't have
big there's no straw fields here, so it had to have brought it from
somewhere else, but it wasn't from here. That's pretty interesting. And right
across the street there's a structure and we're guessing that they watch us from there
or listen to us from there. We've heard sounds right across the street like
two little girls talking or two juveniles, two teenagers talking in higher pitched voices.
They could be females. It's fascinating and I need to really get a
recorder for this. Dipatic experiences my whole life. Growing up through the eighties,
I heard about it, and then in the nineties when I started to
experience it. I've experienced the rock throwing on two occasions that had something flanked
me when I was out fishing one night. I used to fish late at
night do nighttime bass fishing, and bigfoot flanked me. And the reason why
I say that is because I'm out in the middle of the woods where nobody
goes. There's no cars around there, there's no kid around there, and
in the fall time, nobody's walking around barefoot, nobody's parked out there,
nobody's partying out there. What else could it be? And when you smell
it, you know, you know what it is. When you mellet,
it's it's a putrid, rotten egg. Their death smells what it is,
nasty. And when a rock comes at you, you're okay, I think
it's time to go. And while you're walking up the hill to go back
fishing, there's something flanking you. They didn't show themselves, there was no
aggression, nothing, just I'm just guessing curiosity. And that's happened. That's
happened twice in two different areas. It's fascinating, they're they're fascinating creatures all
and all. They're fascinating, and the ones here are I'm guessing curious again.
So those are my bigfoot experiences. My encounter was briefed. There wasn't
a whole lot of detail, but you could clearly make it out. And
if you ever come in contact with one, just beer, don't panic,
don't freak out. Don't run. They're curious just like you. Or they're
curious, and by all means, then the longer you set out, the
more they're gonna get used to you, the more they'll want to come around,
the more they'll be interested in you. You know, somebody's gonna get
lucky one day and they're gonna come and sit down next to them unexpectedly.
That's what I think, and that that's about it for me. My big
foot siding happened over twenty five years ago in a small town in eastern Kentucky
where I'm from, there is more trees than they are anything else. I
lived up in a holler on top of Pine Mountain. We were surrounded by
woods. We were surrounded by nothing but dirt and greenery. We had bears
for neighbors. We were so used to see in wildlife that it didn't scare
us. Most people tell you not to go outside after dark and the Appalachian
mountains, but it was something that we were used to as kids. We
spent more time outside than we did inside, riding four wheelers, running around,
playing in the dirt, playing in the trees. Where I lived was
a big open area within a wooded area. Up above me was a graveyard
where we rode our fool wheelers. We would ride up the graveled road,
turn around with the graveyard, and ride back down. The graveyard is probably
the most peaceful place that you could think of. All you can hear is
silence, the wind rustling through the trees, the birch chirping. It is
still one of my favorite places to go when I need absolute violence in my
life. When I was twelve years old, I had decided that day to
ride my full wheeler up to the graveyard. And got on my full wheeler
and started riding up the incline. The deeper you go, the more surrounded
by trees you are, the darker it gets. The smells of dirt and
flowers surround you as the wind blows through the trees. I reached the top
of the incline about a quarter of a mile from my home where the graveyard
lies. It is our family graveyard, and I think there's around five or
six graves there. At the time, there was only two. I came
to the wide spot and started turning around, and it was as if nature
stopped, more silence than I had ever felt. It made me nervous I
turned off my full wheeler and just listened. That feeling you get when the
hairs are standing up on the back of your neck and you know someone's watching
you. But this is deep in the mountains of eastern Kentucky, in a
small town named Iola that not many people know about, and you rarely find
a stranger on your property. Any bears that maybe around, you're gonna hear
them long before they get there. They're not gonna creep up on you.
So this was something a feeling that I was not used to. I sat
there and looked around for what seemed like forever. It was like I was
froze. I couldn't move, and then I heard a branch snap. Wasn't
as loud as you would think it would be with what I saw that had
done it. It was as if a human had stepped on a ranch and
broke in two. He was not as big as I have heard so many
people describe. I believe he was younger. I've always heard their eyes are
black, but his work a gray, silvery color. His face was like
brown leather. He stood about six feet tall, his shoulders were around three
foot wide. His arms were muscular, and that his fingers reached down to
his knees. He was just standing there, looking at me through the fur
around his face, beautiful fur, nothing like on a gorilla or her monkey
like, silky looking fur. There was something in his eyes that I could
not look away from them. He seemed so sad, lonely, even like
a child that didn't have any friends. A part of me wanted to go
to him, but another part of me was absolutely terrified. It's like I
couldn't get my arms or my legs to move. He made no moves to
come toward me. He just stood there and watched me, looked straight into
my eyes. Finally, it was as if I finally got my hands to
work, and I turned on the full willer, thinking that it would scare
my way because I had to go by him to get back down the hill
to my home. But he was not fazed. He just stood there and
watched me as if he had done it many times before. I started inching
out with my full willer, not short what was going to happen when I
went by him. It was like he almost sensed how scared I was,
how nervous that he made me, and he looked at me like he had
lost his best friend. Find you. I was twelve years old, and
I had felt this a lot of times myself, just pure loneliness. But
you don't have a friend in the world, or that no one understands you.
So as I kept inching my poor willer, turning it around in the
wide spot, he finally, after looking at me one last time, turned
and disappeared into the thick brush of the mountains, the mountains that we lived
upon, or a very popular mountain in eastern Kentucky because of how high and
how large they are. I wondered if he had a family out there waiting
on him, or he was all along. Finally I made my way back
down to my house, and I was confused on whether I should tell my
father or whether I needed to keep my mouth show. Because my family were
hunters. They hunted for their food, they killed wild game, bears,
DearS, And if I told them about this large creature, would they believe
me about what it was, which could have been none other than a sasquatch
big foot? And it was like he was a human, a large human
covered in hair, because the look in his eyes just I could feel his
humanity. I finally got the nerve up to tell my dad, and of
course he didn't believe me. He said it was a bear, but it
was no bear. I went back several times looking for him, and I
even dismounted my four wheelers several times and walked through the woods trying to find
him. It was like I was almost pulled to him, like we had
a connection. I couldn't count the times that I went back looking for him,
but it was the times that I wasn't looking that I could feel him
there, deep in the darkness of the brush, watching me. For years,
I knew he was there, and for years he made me feel safe
when I was alone. He did not deter me from going to one of
my favorite places. He made me feel safer when I was there. A
part of me knows that he was a child when I felt like he was
looking for a friend because maybe there were no other ones like him his age
around, or maybe there was and he was an outcast like I felt I
was. Either way of It's like I had a secret friend that no one
knew about. I watched so many shows and movies making these creatures out to
be monsters, but they're not. They're just like us. They feel emotions
just like we do. They want the same things we do, love companionship.
I never told anyone after I told my father that day, terrified of
the judgment being told I was crazy, but I knew the truth, and
every time to this day that I go back, I know that he is
there in the woods watching. In a way, it was like he was
my protector. He had a kind so that you could feel when you looked
into his eyes. I'm not sure if maybe it was worth. He was
so young that his eyes were not yet black, but they were beautiful.
His face didn't look like an ape I kept seen in a lot of pictures.
He had large eyes, and around his eyes and his nose and his
mouth were like mood brown leather, and he had large lips and a flat,
chubby nose, a button nose, I guess some would call it.
I couldn't see his feet because he was behind a log that had fallen down,
probably during a storm, and I had swept through the trees. But
he wasn't as big as a lot of the sasquatches that I've heard about,
still large but not scary. To this day, I wonder if he ever
found what he was looking for a friend, a companion, a family,
And to this day I still wonder about him. And when I see people
talking about these creatures not being real, how can they be real? We
have so many satellites what they are? They are real? And I know
that because a scene one that was standing not ten foot for me. My
home that I grew up in was a mobile home, a single wide trailer,
two bedrooms, one bathroom. It was small, but it was home.
My dad worked not on the strip job, and so me and my
sister would crawl in bed with my stepmother because it was as if when my
dad was gone. We were all scared. We had a lot of robberies
that went on for a while in our community. One night, we were
all laying in bed together, me, my sister, who was four or
five at the time. I was around thirteen or fourteen, and we started
hearing noises outside. At first, we thought it was a bear because we
could hear the noise of it walking through the trees. These trees surrounded our
home. We were surrounded by forests. We were absolutely terrified. We froze
and just listened as we sat there. Something started scraping down the side of
the chin on our trailer. The noise was loud. It was if something
had claws and was walking with their claws along the trailer all the way down.
How can you blame that on a bear or any other animal. My
aunt was sleeping on our couch and we were freaking out, and when we
hear her scream, it was like we jumped into rescue mode, and we
all got out of bed and ran into the living room where she was laying.
She had woke up looking at eyes staring at her through the window.
Just as we reached the living room, which took only seconds because it was
only separated by a small hallway, you could hear don't, don't, don't.
Something was running off the porch. It was shaking the whole trailer.
The porch had been built attached to the trailer. It was as if everything
was just in an earthquake. We called my grandfather once we got our bearings,
and he came up, and when we seen his headlights light up the
woods outside, it was like relief washed over us. He took his flashlight,
my grandfather, who had not a fear in the world, or at
least didn't show it, and he went around the trailer looking for who was
out there, what was out there? Living in the woods, you dealt
with a lot of mud all around, especially when it rained, it was
even worse. And when he caught us outside, we were stunned. At
once. He was pointing his light at We flipped on the light just outside
our front door that ellenated the porridge. The porch was about ten foot wide
and there was a rail laying that went all the way around except where the
where the steps were. Whatever this was, I had footprints. They couldn't
have been human unless they were Shaquille O'Neill. They were huge, and he
had cleared a banister that stood up at least five foot and landed on the
other side. You could see his footprints running into the woods. My grandfather
locked. My father wanted to blame this on a bear. Human footprints that
were five times the size of my size nine shoe. They were huge.
My foot did not even attempt to cover the footprints that were on the porridge.
And don't make footprints like that now there does any other wild animal that
I know, And growing up in the Appalachian Mountains, I know of a
few. No cougar cody gets that large, not even a bear, And
we have seen bears, huge, huge bears, so big they have had
to capture them and relocate them because they were afraid of what they might do.
But when you deny, when you deny something to yourself and I,
you're going to believe it. When you don't want to believe that there is
something like a sasquatch around your house, you'll make excuses for it. And
that's what my family did. Several times throughout the years, we had things
disappear from around the house. We had more incidents like this. We had
dents appear in our cars. Mind you, when you live in the woods,
there's no one there to back into your car. There's no one there
to steal from you that you're not going to hear about the next day from
the neighbor down the road. No one done anything that you didn't find out
about in a small community like ours. But once a year we would have
these things happen to where we would hear bear like sounds outside. We would
hear awful ruckus. You could hear them inside of the garage my father had
built, going through stuff, knocking stuff down that was hanging ten foot in
the air, making footprints that were too human to be bears, but too
big to be human. It's like the secrets of the Appalachian Mountains. People
want to keep there and they don't want to admit the things that are there,
the things that watch you from the woods and are always there, but
you never see them. They always blame it on something else, But I
know that it was. It was a sasquatch. It was big. But
just as I knew that he was watching me whenever I was outside my home
or whenever I went up to the graveyard, I knew that either he or
his family were the ones that stopped around our house every night when I got
pitch dark, knowing that we were not about to come out and confront them.
Well that's it for tonight show. If you've had a big Foot siding
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com and let us know. Thanks for listening, have a great night.
Seen a bunch of run down now horsetowns, where the church is the backbone,
Nos and the Bow and the fasting melodies cove in the Bombman Rose,
where the roost run deep beyond the nose of the busy streets. With the
Sons of the South or sou Then when I hear the prom poach picking down
home rhythm bringing out a don't run from Banjung music. Yeah, the sound
of a memory brings me back to the bluegrass playing the madad say Jack,
let's become and it been through it, getting through the d on scrubs and
skys booking man bears to this Tennessee jams. There's no other way that I
do it. And I hit the bum boats, booking down on rhythm,
bringing nut. I don't run from man Joe music. Yeah, something ling
back, wasn't back with a double time getting in the sold and the strumming
looking took the start because of the hand. The strumming out cause you Bonna
living head and I hit a bum boat picking down on rhythm, ringing out.
I don't run from Man music at the city U try Meanwhile on the
dune music Gus rushing by with the biggs on the stereos the man and I
hit the brown bud picking down on to the ringing knives. I don't run
fromagine music. Yeah. Some of the going backwards backwards and double tongue getting
in the sold and the strimming looking tucky. Start these on the anthom,
strumming down because you more living minute, hit a fun bun picking down on
ring them ringing knives. I don't run some my dollar backards back with the
double tongue being in the soul and the trumming look he took his stars with
on the end of strumming down cause you boy living and I hear the fun
board swicking down, roll from the right chicken board swing. Momma's Best Sweet
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