He Musta Seen a Booger! - My Bigfoot Sighting Episode 84

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I've had growing up on the farm. There were many strange experiences that had
happened my grandfather, who owned the farm. My parents had some property on
the farm as well. My other grandparents from my dad's side, who was
from Oklahoma. He and his wife lived there on the property as well,
and he was an avid hunter. We grew up as feral children. Basically,
we were free range kids. My grandfather had one hundred and ten acre
farm. There was a river, a small stream they called it the Muddy
Fork, which ran all the way down into the Mohican River, which would
then go all the way down into the Krisshockton and down in through there.
And as kids, we would go and wander the fields. We would walk
behind the tractors as they were out planning and things like that. We were
to find arrowheads all the time. I mean, it was just so many,
we would find them all the time. So that was my first kind
of interest was, oh, these cool rocks, you know. And it
wasn't until I got older than I took some college level archaeology classes and learned
to date them and understand the time period that they came from. That was
kind of my main main interest at that point in time. But as kids,
we were just always out in the woods, out in the streams.
We were running here right there. And it wasn't until probably like the mid
seventies the I guess the state start to bring back turkeys, wild turkeys and
things like that. And then of course with the wild turkeys once they got
established, then oh we started getting more coyotes, We started getting more actually
wild wildlife. So it was just commonplace that oh you might see like a
turkey, or you'd see a coyote, or you'd hear one barkieing off in
the distance. Once we got into the eighties, in the seventies, I
used to do a lot of raccoon hunting with my grandfather because back then they
used to have many I mean, you could actually get paid for the pelts
and things, and we used to go raccoon hunting. My grandfather had a
lot of coon hunting dogs, and he was known for having very good animals.
Several times I would be out hunting with him, you know, and
this is probably my junior high days. Of course, I didn't have the
gun. He carried the gun. We would take the dog out, go
out looking in the woods and areas. And one time the dog came back,
and the dog loved to hunt, and that was what it lived for.
And when the dog came back, it just curled up with his tail
between his legs at the foot of my grandfather and he just said, oh,
he must have seen a booger. And I'm like a booger, like
a boogeyman. Ha ha, okay, grandpa whatever, And I just dismissed
that and just thought, well, that was kind of odd that the dog
came back. And he said, well, the dog's not gonna hunt here.
We're gonna go somewhere else and hunt in another spot. So we left
and that's what we did, and that just kind of stuck in my mind.
I never ever thought anything of it until I watched, of course,
the Finding Bigfoot show and when they were talking about people from the South calling
them boogers, and I was like, wow, that's interesting to me.
At the time time, it just was kind of like, okay, whatever.
So then we move on and again, my grandfather he loved to hunt,
love to fish. He would go fish to Ohio River catch huge catfish
and they would bring them back and he had a big washing machine tub insert
he would put the catfish in, or if he had a big snapping turtle,
he'd put that in, and then he had a lid on there and
the lid would latch and have it down in the stream that ran past our
house, and he would leave it in there for a few weeks to kind
of clean it out before they butchered it and filate it and put it in
the freezer. And there was an instance, and he had a big catfish
in there, and they went down and the lid was open and the catfish
was gone. And of course my dad says, oh, did you get
kids let that fish out? And we're like, no, no, no,
we don't know anything about that, you know. And again that was
just an incident that was weird. Probably the year following that, my dad
he was a smoker, and of course my mom would say, go out
on the back porch and smoke. And this was in probably December because it
was like one of the first few light snows. He went out to have
a cigarette and I was in junior high about that age, and he came
in and just was white as a ghost. And I've never seen my dad
look like that. I heard him shouting out the back door and he came
in and he just said, your kids go up to bed now. And
we had a three story house and he said I saw somebody outside it and
I'm like, I want to see He said, he goes, do stay
away from the window. You need to go upstairs now, and sent all
of us kids upstairs. So I ran upstairs. Of course, ran to
the back of the house where there was a window in the bathroom, and
I am like looking out the window to see if I see anything. Of
course I didn't see anything. And of course back then, parents were more
like, yeah, kids are kids, and they don't always listen to what
we're saying. And I remember him telling my uncle, a buddy of his,
how this big person came on the other side of the car and he
like said, you get out of here, I'm going in and getting my
gun, which he didn't have a gun as far as I knew, but
that's when he came inside, and he said he went out the next day
and there were footprints that went down our driveway and then over the fence,
across the ditch, and then into the woods where later on I had my
sighting. So this is when I was like a kid. Gears went by,
we didn't have any more noticeable activity at that point. I went off
to college. I came back from college. Then me and my family we
moved into the big house we called it for my parents house, and then
they built like a new house on the adjacent property next door. And again
when I came back and I had taken some archaeology classes, I had got
interested in learning about these artifacts that I were finding, and many of them
were like eight nine thousand years ago, their early arcaic points, and many
of them I were finding down close to where the Muddy Fork River was,
and that Muddy Fork River actually like if you take it north, it will
run up to what's called the Black River, and then the Black River runs
all the way up to Lake Erie. If you take it south, it
runs into the Mohican River, which goes down to Krishakton, which is a
flint quarry. There's nelly or shocking flint, and a lot of the flint
that I would find flint flakes and fragments were actually from that site. So
this is like a natural kind of waterway. There is also a little town
called West Salem which actually had exposed salt. And then if you had east
of West Salem towards Ritman, then that's where Morton Salt is and there's like
huge salt mines and things, so we have salt. We had, of
course a natural waterway for the natives that traveled frequently. So I don't know
if that plays the factor in to sasquatch or a big foot, but they
seem to follow the water systems, which is an easy way to get out
of site. Most people don't develop there because of the flooding the trees and
those types of things. But anyhow, I used to go out and i'd
walk back and forth in the fields. I mean usually i'd start about this
time of year, when you have a good freeze at night and then a
warming during the day. The stones and things would often work them way right
up to the top, so it was easy to find. And I used
to go out and just walk back and forth, go out and walk about
one hundred yards, turn around, go over maybe four feet, back and
forth, back and forth. And as I was walking into one field down
towards the river way, I remember seeing, well, you're looking down first
of all, for minutes at a time, and then I have to look
up and look away to refocus. And at the end of the far far
far end of the field, which is probably several hundred yards away, there
was a dead tree and the tree trunk was silver, and I remember looking
up and I looked at the tree, and there was a like another big
silver trunk, silver thing right next to that tree, and so I look
down. I look up to refocus my eyes, and it looked like a
big silver a big silver like trunk with an arm attached to the other silver
trunk, and I'm just like, you know, I'm like I can't believe,
like what is that? And I look down again to focus my eyes
and then it's not there. So I'm like, well, that was weird.
So that's, like I just a weird, weird experience that I'm like,
don't understand. And many times we see like there's weirdness that happens and
you just dismiss it because you're like, Okay, well that was weird.
Go on with your life. So I didn't think much about that. I
just dismissed it. It was just kind of like a eyesight focusing thing or
something. And then it wasn't that time. But another time I was kind
of like, well, I haven't gone down to check along that tree line
down there, and so when I went down there, and again, this
is early spring, so it's the freeze fall cycle, so it's if it
warms up or rains a lot, it can be kind of mucky and muddy.
And this was more of the mucky muddy down towards a river part of
the field. And when I went down there, there were I noticed that
there were large impressions in the mud, and they were down a good like
probably eighteen inches a foot eighteen inches, and big white steps towards the woods.
And of course, logically, I'm thinking, okay, this is obviously
as mucky as muddy. The farmer was down here, and he had his
big boots on and he's trying to walk across the field and sinking in the
mud, and so he's trying to take big steps. And again, that
was just what my mind was telling me. I'm not saying that that's not
what it was, but it was just kind of like heading towards the woods.
And I was like, okay, I dismissed that. And again,
when you live out in the country, there's weirdness that happens, and you're
just kind of like, okay, well that's weird. You move on.
You don't. There's no way you can scientifically test or prove anything. You
just like, okay, whatever, that was strange. And then also as
the weather would warm up, of course we would go out and search for
Morrell mushrooms. And my dad he knew a good spot where there was a
sycamore tree, and there were times he would go out there and he would
have to take his jacket off and fill his jacket full of there were so
many mushrooms that he would find. And of course, since knowing where that
spot was, and that spot was opposite on the other side of the house
that I grew up, it was a kind of a woodland pasture that usually
they didn't let people hunt there unless you were familiar with the family. And
we used to go out there. We'd cut firewood from fallen trees, things
of that nature, go out and look for mushrooms and things. And we
would go out there all the time, and that was like another place I
played as a child. We would go out knew that woods just from the
like the back of my hand, and we would always go out there look
for mushrooms in the springtime. And at the point in time when I went
to college, they had multi flora roses and they would come through mow them
all down with like a tractor and a mower, but that would just basically
cut them down. They had come right back even stronger. So these multiflora
rose bushes had just taken over, and it was like you could hardly walk
through the areas that used to be clear. And I remember going out to
look for mushrooms, and I had to take a machete and literally hack these
canes down in order to make a path to get back to where the sycamore
tree was that normally had so many of these mushrooms in the correct conditions.
And I would be out there and these were like had a lot of virgin
I think there were beech trees, beach or birch. They were huge.
I think they were beech trees, and they were huge. They had people
who had carved their initials into them, like back in the eighteen hundreds that
you could still see in the bark. And I would go back there and
it was just the coolest, coolest woods ever because the trees were so big.
It was like nothing but moss that grew on the ground or like a
spagman moss or some type of a moss. The stream cutting through there,
and I would like go all the way back there, and now that I
hear, you know they talk about wood knocks and things. We'd be back
there and you'd hear a like a but it wasn't a woodpecker, because we
know what woodpecker sound like. It was more of a a knocking sound but
you could never really see anything again. It was with weirdness that you'd just
accepted, like, oh, oh that's odd. So we'd go out have
our explorations and then come back. Well, this was like after I had
moved in. This would have been like probably like about nineteen eighty eighty seven
eighty eight, and you know, I'd go out and hack my way out
to look for mushrooms, and on the way back it was like I'd hear
that knock knock knock sound and always wonder, like what is that. So
I would come back towards the house and it was like I had a feeling
that like somebody was watching me. I didn't hear anything. I just had
a feeling, And so I would walk and I would turn around and look
behind me, and I didn't see anything. Even as I got closer to
the house, I like turned just swung on my heels and turned around and
looked, and I saw something going to the deep briars and it was a
a buttocks and a thigh and a calf and a foot and kind of a
reddish chestnut brown reddish hair. And I was kind of like, what,
well, that is like weird, And so I stopped and looked and didn't
hear anything, didn't see anything. I just kind of continued on back to
my house. And then it wasn't until the following year. And again this
was like back like nineteen eighty eighty eight eighty nine, and back then we
had very extremely warm winters. I mean it was like like like now,
it's kind of like seventies in February. And then March came and we had
like seventies eighties, very warm, warm year. So I was decided,
well, it's been so warm, I'm going to go out early this year
across the field from my house in order to see if any of those mushrooms
have come up since it's so warm. And so I started out across the
house and this was probably no more than like a hundred yards from like we
haven't had a picture window facing the road. And as I crossed the road,
and then there was an area that was always like a small depression that
may have been like a farm holding pond, possibly because back in the early
eighteen hundreds or early to mid eighteen hundreds, there was houses on the other
side of the street which are no longer there. They're long gone, but
there was a depression that would always collect water, so in the spring you'd
have the spring peepers always there, cheap, cheep, cheap. And there
were these a stand of trees and hawthorn trees get those huge spike needles on
them where like if they poke your skin, it's like instant infection and it
just hurts for a week or so. I didn't have my machete at that
point in time. I just had a big walking stick, and I'm out
walking through these the multi floracnes kind of gingerly put them out of the way
so I can kind of get through to where I want to go. And
as I stepped into the clearing and I'm, you know, looking at the
canes, and I step into this small clearing and probably like about fifteen foot
in front of me is a tall, just muscle jacked beasts that had to
been seven eight foot tall. And again this is like about probably eleven o'clock
in the morning, and the sun I remember the sunlight hitting it and the
highlights of this like it had like strawberry blonde highlights in this kind of a
chestnut brown hair and it wasn't a fur, it was hair because you could
I mean, it was a thick hair, but you could see the skin
through it, and it was more of a I want to say, like
ashy brownish kind of color. But anyhow, I just stepped into declaring and
I'm my mouth literally dropped open, and I'm just frozen, like what the
heck is this? And I hear like a yeah, like a whistle chirp,
very high pitched whichel's chirp that came from under the sand of the hawthorn
trees, which being eleven o'clock, it was like a very dark shadow there
and and I was like, oh, just heard that chirp and this beast
just I mean, it was like magnificent. I wasn't I wasn't afraid.
I was just more instantly shocked because growing up having the run of the fields,
I was kingdom, my domain. There was never anything I had to
fear because I never saw anything to fear. And when I saw this thing,
I was shocked. I wasn't afraid. I was just amazed and in
wonderment, is that what is this creature? But when I heard that whistle
chirp, this beast just turned about a ninety degree turn and it had a
human type ear. I mean it's again, it looked like it its head
was kind of on its shoulders. It was just so muscular. It just
turned. It never looked at me, We never made eye contact. It
just turned and took about three big steps and then just ducked and went under
that tree into like total shade and darkness. And I'm standing there like and
immediately that's kind of like when I think the fear aspect kicked in, and
I'm like looking behind me, It's like, are there more of these creatures
like that I had to worry about coming up and speak of behind me?
I mean, I'm not that far from my house, but I am like,
whoa, this is like odd. And so then I'm standing in there
just frozen for I don't know me maybe like a minute or thirty seconds to
a minute, it's kind of hard to tell. But then I just backed
out from behind that huge briar bush and I'm thinking, what in the heck
was that? I mean, I have never ever in my life, and
then my curiosity got picked and I'm like what was that. I'm standing there
just rationalizing with myself as like did I just see what I saw? And
I'm like, okay, well, if I back out, And then I
thought, if I back out and go around this huge briar bush, I
should have a better straight line of sight in to under that tree stand.
So I backed out, and I'm again I looked behind me, because by
then my hair is on the back of my neck, and I'm like,
I want to make sure there's nothing gonna get me from behind. I come
around and when I just get around to the side of that bush, and
I kind of crouched down to look to see if I could see anything,
and of course, being with the sun so bright and beating down and those
trees are they're very dense stand of trees, I couldn't really make out anything.
But then the next thing that I knew was it was like a semitruck
or a freight train just took off out the backside of that tree stand.
And it was literally like just wow. And I'm out here standing behind to
shoot briar bush and there's briars everywhere, and I'm like, holy crap.
I mean, anything that can run through those briars and they weren't wearing a
pair of car hearts and gloves, and you're just going to get shredded and
as they took off, I knew the terrain of the Lanta. We're kind
of down in the river basin. There was of course hills on either side
up to the upper fields. And they took off running, and as they
ran through the briars, they were like grabbing the tree trunks. I could
see the treetops shaking as they ran up along that profile of where the river
bottom from floods from over the ages as kind of determined. But I was
like standing there with my stick, just like, holy crap, what did
I just see? And I was like thinking, well, the only thing
I have at the gun is a twenty two, and I'm like a twenty
two is not going to It'll be a beast thing to this creature. And
I was just literally, I guess blown away. And after all the I
guess odds and ends of craziness that have happened, it wasn't until later when
I could like look back and kind of formulate that these things have probably been
around watching us and have been here, but they haven't really bothered. Just
yeah, they might steal some food opportunities, a pet might go missing once
in a while. But I literally did not go back into those woods or
out into the fields for about three years until I came to that realization these
things have been here all along. It's like they haven't really ever bothered me.
They may have watched and wondered, why is this weirdo walking back and
forth back and forth, back and forth in the fields several times a year
when he's not there's no food out there, there's why is this guy doing
this? They were more curious. I think they found me more than I
found them, And it was just because of their curiosity. And I believe
that they're very curious and may wonder what and why we do things, Why
we are just busy going on with our lives and we're not even aware that
they're there. And it wasn't until like I literally walked up upon one and
saw one that close that there was no denying. I could not tell myself,
Oh, this is something else, or this is a bear, this
is this this, or is a cow? This is that. It was
like no, I just physically boom, here it is And like the commercial
where your head explodes and purple dusk comes out, that was kind of like
how I was at that moment. That was just like I thought us humans
were, but we had for many, many years because we eradicated all the
wildlife. But once they started introducing the wildlife back, well, now there's
more food sources. Now there's more reason for other creatures to feed on those
food sources. So I guess that's my story again. I have just always
kind of held us to myself. I told friends and family, I don't
care if they think I'm crazy. They probably thought I was crazy before,
but it's like, hey, I just want people to know that, yes,
these creatures are there. They don't seem to harm us. Unless again,
any wild creature you put in a corner is going to fight back.
We would do the same. So this is just what happened to me,
and I hope anybody can at least take it for what it is. And
nowadays there are so many coyotes around here in rural Ohio and it's dangerous to
go out into the woods. So always have something to protect yourself, whether
it's a machete, a stick, whatever, a friend with a gun if
you don't carry guns. But yeah, wildlife is back, so just be
careful. Don't attack them. They didn't attack me. They had every chance
to. I was unarmed, but they were more like yeah, some people
say like, oh, they do mind speak. Well, I'm like this
guy. They didn't never do mind speak. Their display alone showed me,
hey, stay away, you don't want to mass with us. I don't
need to mind speak to figure that much out. But again, VIC,
love your show. Thank you very much for letting me come on here and
give you my experience. My big foot siding occurred on a late afternoon in
February nineteen sixty nine. Hello. My name is David. When I had
my encounter, I was fourteen years old. We lived out in the country
outside the city limits, and often I would take my dog and we would
walk to a nearby lake which was about a half a mile away and go
hunting, not anything particular, but just to get out of the house and
go hunting and exploring. That particular February, the weather was clear, it
was cold, and there was a pretty good wind coming directly out of the
north, so we left to go down by the lake. And knowing that
the wind was out of the north, I had a good idea that I
had a better chance of sneaking up on anything that was either around the lake
or on the lake. We would get duck and geese that would come in
that time of year. I also want to go over the lay of the
land where we lived at Again, we lived outside the city limits on some
acreage that overlooked a wide creek that had an even wider area of low lying
land that would flood when the creek went over its banks. So this lake
was also in that low lying area just off the creek and again about a
half mile from our house. The land behind our house was flat open farmland
that went on for miles. Like the farmland, our land was up on
a higher elevation, so there was a slope or a knoll that went down
to the creek and to the lake area. I should also say that the
creek, the lake, and much of the low lying area had trees and
heavy brush. Once we left the house my dog Heidi, we headed to
the lake, and approaching the lake, we kept looked out for anything at
fourteen and I didn't care what it was. I was most likely going to
shoot it, being out in the country, and I was quite adapted using
a gun. We had killed quite a few rattlesnakes around our home during the
warmer months, and most of our family pets had all been bitten by rattlesnakes,
so it wasn't too much to shoot, you know, anything that went
around, whether it be a small game or birds. So when we got
to the lake, I had a small blind set up and there was a
chair there that I would sit in and stay quiet while scanning the area.
I don't know how long we were there. I happened to look up towards
my left a little bit, and up on top of this knoll, I
saw a something large, very tall, with his arms raced up above its
head. I quickly glanced down to where I had set my rifle, and
when I looked back up to where this creature was standing, it was gone.
So I took off, running as fast as I can up to the
top of the knoll and looked around again. I'm looking out over farmland.
There's no crops. It's in the wintertime, so there's no crops, and
this thing is just gone. It's vanished in thin air. I looked around,
looked around, nothing. Nothing. I didn't think too much of it,
and so my dog hiding. I went back to the house after the
encounter, and through the years I didn't give it much thought. Back in
nineteen sixty nine. We didn't have internet, we didn't have cable TV,
and the school I went to had eight rooms and eight grades, so there
wasn't a whole lot of outside news or things that kids spoke about other than
you know, the basketball game coming up, or the volleyball game, things
of that such a nature. So many years later, in fact, in
the year two thousand one, evening after work, I came home, was
relaxing and I was watching a show on big foot, and it was during
the show they mentioned how a big foot will raise their arms above their head
to intimidate an intruder. And that's when it struck me what I saw.
It all just came to light. Looking back and knowing what I know now,
I wish I would have looked for footprints or some other sort of tracks
at that time, but I didn't, So I kept this saying deciding to
myself for many many years until I watched that show that night, and then
after that, I was very particular of who I told the story too,
oftentimes raised eyebrows and a laugh. They probably thought I was crazy, but
it was like somebody turned a light on and coming in to a room and
I saw that show that night. So anyway, that is my siding.
I haven't seen anything since I go off in the woods often. In fact,
I'm leaving for northern New Mexico and northern Arizona in just a few more
days, and while traveling, just like many times in the past, I
stay out in the woods and I listen. I have a keen sense,
but I've yet to encounter another one. Anyway, that is my bigfoot siding
story. Well that's it for tonight show. If you've had a big foot
siding and would like to be a guest, please go to my Bigfootsiding dot
com and let us know. Thanks for listening, have a great night.
Seen a bunch of run down or whose towns with the Church of the Backboneles
in the Bow, in the fasting melodies, group in with the Bombman Rose,
where the roosts run deep beyond the noise of the busy streets, with
the songs of the South, or soothing when I hear the prom boat picking
down home rhythm bringing out I don't run from Banjung music. Yeah, some dollar back