These Things DO Exist! - My Bigfoot Sighting Episode 114

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to my Bigfoot Sighting dot com. My big Foot Sightings began in nineteen ninety
three. I remember how twenty five seconds changed my entire life. Everything that's
happened since then has been really based upon that moment on April third in nineteen
ninety three. It was that day that I was a sergeant in the Oregon
Army National Guards twelve forty ninth Combat Engineer Unit. And being a combat engineer,
our job entailed us a lot of high explosives in our training as well
as in combat. On this particular day, sunny Saturday, in the Oregon
Coast range of Clatsup County, we had permission to utilize some gravel quarries on
private timberland, and it was there that we would use three different rock quarries
to do these training exercises, each one being a little bit different than the
other, different training scenarios, if you will. The first site was a
cutting charge scenario where we would use C four plastic explosive to blow steel I
beams in half, simulating, for instance, us dropping a bridge for instance.
We did that successfully, checked our work and moved on to the second
site. It was at the second site that we had a minefield breach to
do. That is to say that there were a number of inert training minds
that were laid out across this quarry, and our job was to take two
squads move into that area, run a ring maine of debt cord and branch
off of that placing packets of C four next to each mine and upon detonation,
clearing a lane through this minefield for movement elements to transition through the minefield.
That accomplished, we moved on to the third and final site. There
we had a cratering charge to do. Now, cratering charge is designed to
basically blow a road in half, thereby denying the enemy use of that avenue
of egress. So we at that site had two hundred and fifty pounds of
ammonium nitrate that we had been soaking in diesel fuel for several hours, and
we emplaced those in the quarry, put our lasting caps and timing fuse into
them, and let the fuse. This standard operating procedure obviously required us to
get into our vehicles and leave the area as quickly as possible. It was
when we boarded our vehicles there were five in all that I took up a
position behind the driver of a Humbie in the second vehicle. Upon orders,
we began to descend the hill, putting distance between ourselves and the impending explosion.
It was a nice day in April for the coast range, and so
I had the window down, and being an avid hunter, fisherman hiker in
that area, it was just natural for me to look around the countryside and
just spot for whatever wildlife I can see, being a dear elk bear whatever.
Well, we started going down this real narrow logging road and took a
wide, sweeping right hand turn, and as we did, the brush cleared
away, and I had a direct view of the second blast site where we
had detonated that minefield breach perhaps an hour earlier. And when we did that,
I'd noticed three dark figures standing right out in the middle of this rock
quarry. Now, if you can picture, the rock, quarry itself was
made up of basalt, so it's a real light, kind of a cement
gray color. But these three figures were really dark in color. I dare
say they were black, dark, very dark brown at the least. But
that contrast between those figures and that rock was very stark. Our standard operating
procedure is that we had one hundred percent accountability of everyone. That is to
say that everybody involved in the exercise was within sight of the main body.
And yet here were these three figures. Well, I barely got the thought
out of my head. I mean, I just I was like, what
the heck are those people? That I realized really before I could finish the
thought that what I was looking at were not people at all. And by
that I mean these three figures were certainly standing on two legs, and they
were all facing our convoy across the ravine. But that's pretty much where their
description departs that of humans, because their silhouette was way off. For instance,
these arms were way disproportionately too long for a human. They literally reached
down to their knees at least. And then there was the legs, where
again disproportionately too long compared to the torso. Now, in describing these things,
they didn't have a stitch of clothing on them, which I would have
easily been able to ascertain from that distance. But they were built like bodybuilders,
if you will, every one of them, all three of them.
They were extremely wide shoulders, barrel chested. You could take out a tapered
waist down below the chest area. The head seemed to sit squarely on the
shoulders as well. There was no real visual sign of a neck, again,
just like you would picture of bodybuilder. Now, the one in the
middle was the tallest of the three. I would estimate it between eight and
nine feet and heights. The two that flanked it on its left and right
came up to its shoulders, so I would estimate easily seven feet in height
for those two. Now, while the one in the middle stood there like
a statue. These two either side of it were engaged in this rocking motion
as if they were shifting their weight from foot to foot, and in the
process, these long, pendulous arms were swinging down below their knees. And
they exhibited this behavior the entire time I watched them. And by time,
I mean this was not a two or three or five or even ten seconds
something ran in front of my car. I think it was a bigfoot sort
of scenario. In this case, I watched them for a full twenty five
seconds, which doesn't seem like a long time, but I mean if you
just stare at your watch for twenty five seconds and imagine seeing what I was
seeing, it seemed like an eternity. Well, eventually we took a corner
to where I lost sight of them, and I just fell back in my
seat, and you know, you can imagine my head was just reeling with
a hundred questions, not the least of which is the fact that, oh,
my god, these things do exist. You know, growing up in
the Pacific Northwest, you can't help but hear stories of bigfoot or sasquatch.
But I'd kind of written it off as just like a hamphire tail, you
know, to pare the kids. Having again hunted and hiked and fished in
that area quite often, surely I would have seen something. So the you
know, one of the thoughts that raised in my head was these things just
didn't appear on the scene those twenty five seconds. They obviously had been there
for a while, and for who knows how long, hundreds, thousands of
years, I don't know, the fact that I hadn't seen them is what
just kind of rocked my world. Well, it would be about a long
thirty seconds before we got down to the staging area where we waited for the
explosion and again went back to check our work. And as soon as I
dismounted from this humby, I just instinctively started jogging back up in the direction
we came. As the rest of the vehicles were coming into the staging area,
I went as far as I there. As I mentioned, we had
this one hundred percent of ca antibility rule which did not permit me to go
any farther than I could still be in sight for obvious safety reasons. So
I went as far as I could, and I tried my best to get
another view of that quarry, but unfortunately there was a bit of a berm,
if you will, blocking my view of the quarry, and I'm standing
on my tiptoes. I got my hand up to my brow. I'm straining
to see anything I can possibly see. When I heard somebody yell out my
name. I heard, hey, niece, and I look over to my
right and there's Sergeant Martin looking at me and heading in my direction, and
he yells out, what's you looking at? Well? I dropped my hand
on my side and I replied, I do nothing, nothing, and he
just continued coming up my way. I remember he was smoking on a cigarette
at the time, and he got right up to where I was, looked
me right in the eye, and he goes, I don't suppose you saw
what I saw down at that second side. Well, being the brave guy
am, I just said, I don't know, Jeff, what did you
see? You know, I don't know what he saw, but I suspected
it was what I had. Well, he took the long drag off his
cigarette and he looked to his left and to his right and make sure nobody
else was within earshot, and he looked locked eyes with me, and he
said, I saw three huge hair covered and he paused and then he just
said bigfoot, I guess, And of course at that I said, well,
yeah, Jeff, I saw them too. And you know, it
was great to have that corroboration because at the time I thought I was the
only one that had seen him. You know. That being said, had
I not had the corroboration, it certainly wouldn't have changed anything for me.
I can't unsee what I saw that day, and in fact, if I
closed my eyes right now, I can see it just as claire as day.
That's twenty five seconds or forever seared in my memory. Well, it'd
be about a month later that two more soldiers would come forward and independently confirmed
that they also had seen it. So I guess it begs the question whether
how many people had actually witnessed it and kept their mouth shut, as I
had pretty much decided shortly after seeing them. I mean, you see something
that's scientifically and historically important and you want to say something, But at the
same time, it's like, who are you going to tell? First of
all, I mean the Fish and Wildlife for service police. I don't know
zoo keeper. Bottom line is, I couldn't prove what I had seen,
So who's going to believe me anyway. The other part of that is that
again I was in the Army National Guard, and a traditional guardsman drills or
trains one weekend a month and then two weeks during the year for annual training.
But we all have day jobs, and in my case, I was
a vice president of a shipping company, a family man, a non commissioned
officer in the army, and I've worked hard for my reputation and I realized
that with just one sentence, I could blow that. And it's kind of
a blessing and a curse, if you will, because you feel very blessed,
like I mean, it's like winning the lottery, but you can't spend
you know what I mean. It's like, we're you going to go with
this? You know? And for so many people this is the case.
And we speculate that probably nine out of ten people that have seen these things,
that have had actually visual encounters keep it to themselves, which is unfortunate.
So that is the extent of my ninety three encounter in the beginning of
my research, and I've been researching for over thirty years since, and it's
been a fantastic journey. To be honest with you again, it just confounds
me how everything that's happened since that day, in one way, shape or
another, goes back to that encounter, that epiphany that I had on that
sunny Saturday morning in the coast range. Since then, I've had other encounters.
Bear in minded. Encounters come in different forms. For instance, I've
had a number of vocal encounters. I've heard these things sound off on numerous
times, and by that I mean the vocalizations they put off are not only
extremely powerful, very loud in most cases, but they're the kind that you
can't associate any other animal, any other known animal, as having the capability
of making. So this has happened numerous times, and I'll touch back on
that other encounters. This phenomenon known as tree knocking. I can't assure you
does happen, Why it happens. I have my own theories, but I've
heard it myself and a lot of people experienced that tree knocking phenomenon in their
encounters. And I've had trees, full sized trees literally pushed down, trees
that, if I reason, I can think of one time, and this
actually followed a knock that preceded it, a very loud knock that sounded like
two wooden bats being smacked together out in the middle of nowhere. Well probably
about a half hour after that, and the sun had set. Mind you,
I'm camping at an old hunting camp at the time we heard this tree
coming down. I mean, it wasn't just like you heard it hit,
You heard it falling. And it was in the middle of the forest on
a clear sunny day with no wind and deep in the forest, not like
it was on the edge of the woods where perhaps wind could have had an
effect on it. But again, there was no wind that day at all.
But right after, about a half hour after we heard that really loud
tree knock, we heard this tree come down and hit the ground with a
thump. I mean you could literally feel the vibration in the ground. So
there's those kinds of encounters as well. There's even such thing as a smell
encounter, and I've had one of those, and personally, I hope I
never have it again, because it was one of the most obnoxious, foul,
putrid smells I've ever smelled. And what was interesting in this case was
I was contacted through a third party about a gentleman who had gone up the
Roaring River, which is a tributary to the Klacamus River, not far from
where I live. And this gentleman had gone hiking up this river about a
month isle and mind you, there weren't any trails. He pretty much had
to bushwhack your way there. And he was an amateur rock hound, and
he knew that about a mile upstream there was a lava flow that crossed the
Roaring River, and when the summer came and the water dropped, it exposed
a good portion of that lava flow, and embedded in that lava flow was
what they call common opal. So his goal was to go up there with
his dog. He had a full sized Australian shepherd with him. He hiked
in together and he went down to get to work on that lava bed.
And it was while he was down there, metal hammer, metal chisel.
You can imagine the sound of this metal on metal being very unusual back in
this wilderness area. Well, it attracted attention. He first noticed when his
dog started acting up. The dog was further above him, looking into the
woods and growling, and not so much barking, but growling, and he
just assumed, Hey, they just got a raccoon or a squirrel or something's
bugging him, But that's not unusual. But what was unusual was this went
on for nearly ten minutes before he finally decided to put down his chisel and
his hammer and go investigate what had the dog so rihle. When he got
up there, he looked in the direction the dog was looking and growling,
and by his own words, he didn't say bigfoot. He said, I
saw a gorilla standing on a log, holding onto a tree on two legs,
looking right at my dog, with a pretty mean look on its face,
and with every breath it would grunt, so it was kind of a
standoff between it and a dog. And once he saw this, he shoved
the dog off the log and they ran again. No trail, they just
bushwhacked faster. It took them an hour to get in there, it took
them maybe twenty minutes to get out. And what's really unusual about it is
this thing actually took chase, which is not your classical reaction for most bigfoot.
Generally, when a bigfoot realizes that it's been compromised, they simply turn
around and walk off. And mind you, they they're curious about us,
and they watch us quite a bit and you wouldn't even know it. But
it's fighte to say. I believe they know more about us than we do
about them. Anyhow, we were asked to come in and investigate, and
so I and a friend met up with this gentleman and we hiked the hour
walk just to go in a mile. It's pretty rough going, but just
based on his story and the fact that this animal basically escorted them out of
the area, both Steve and I were packing just for protection. Well,
sure enough, when we got there, there was his hammer and chisel two
weeks later, still sitting on the bed lava, along with his little collection
bag. So he picked those up. We checked the area out. We
measured the distance from where he was standing in this gorilla was standing and it
was only forty seven feet, so it was a pretty close encounter. We
looked for tracks, but the substrate just wasn't conducive to taking footprints. There
was a lot of stuff, a lot of rock, but we did the
best we could. In about thirty minutes we were there and then we took
some photos. He got his stuff and we headed back out the same way
we came. Now, what's interesting is we passed this one spot not far
from where we conducted this investigation. We had passed it maybe thirty minutes earlier.
Well, heading back, all of us walked into this wall of smell.
And I say wall because this smelled worse than any skunk you've ever smelled.
I mean it smelled like rotting meat, almost like a road kill would
smell after a week or two. What strange is it wasn't there thirty minutes
earlier, and again by wall. I'm telling you, you know, you
come around a skunk kill on a road, you can smell it a quarter
of a mile before you get there, and sometimes that much after you pass
it. It's pretty ramcid. But in this case, as powerful as this
smell was, and maybe some of y'all can understand, is that we walked
into it and it was immediately strong, and you could take ten steps backwards
and not smell a thing. I have never understood it to this day.
I've never seen any sort of a smell that was so concentrated and focused in
one spot to where you could literally walk through it and twenty thirty feet out
the other side of it. You couldn't smell it, but you when you
were in it, you were in it and you knew it, and it
was disgusting. We took the time, just for the sake of research,
to do a scan of the area. We walked this grid search through three
hundred and sixty degrees around where this smell was, and we failed to find
any source of it. And I have no doubt, based upon interviews I've
conducted over the years with other people who dealt with this smell, that that's
exactly what we smelled, the same description as well as that whole centralized,
concentrated smell experience. So there's a lot of different encounters. So obviously the
holy grail is to actually see them. And like I said on April third,
nineteen ninety three, I saw three of them. Well, in two
thousand, I was invited by some tribal members of the Omaha Indian Reservation to
fly out there and they had told me that they, over the course of
about three years, had established a relationship with the klan of these things,
and that they would go out at night time and literally call them in.
And the way you knew they were there was that well, couple things is
that classic eye shine. I guess what people call it. I personally believe
it to be a refraction of zodiac and lunar light light that normally we as
humans are unable to see, but I think they have the ability. Like
most animals with night vision. They have a tapedum in the back. It's
called the tapedum in the back of the eye, between the optic nerve and
the retina that is reflective, and what it does is it actually magnifies that
light to the point where we can actually now see it. But I'd put
that there in the supernatural category the paranormal category only because my first go to
when somebody claims that these creatures, this species has some sort of a unique
characteristic, my first go to is, all right, show me one other
animal that has that capability that we know of, and then we've got a
starting point. But because of my really lack of knowledge and more to the
point, lack of experience of this phenomenon, I kind of written it off.
But I thought I'll go out there and as a courtesy, finally meet
these people in person. So we got out there and they took me to
this location very remote on the reservation, not far from the Missouri River.
So if you can picture, the Missouri River separates Iowa and Nebraska. And
I mean, if anybody had asked me name five states that would not support
Bigfoot, I think Nebraska would be right up in there. I always thought
it was all flat cornfields, but right there along the Missouri there are these
rolling hills with very dense hardwood for us, and this is where they took
me. So we went out on a Monday night, the first night I
recall, and only one spot to pull off of the road. It was
just a one lane each direction, and it was very remote, and this
was during the height of COVID, so the reservation itself was in lockdown,
so there shouldn't have been anybody else out anyway. But I have a healthy
skepticism when dealing with any sort of encounter experiences. I try to keep an
open mind, but I'm always looking for any sign of hoax or whatnot.
But Vita has in May with the reservation lockdown, and we never passed a
single vehicle going out there, and the fact it was midnight told me that
we were very very alone. So we parked the car, turned off all
the lights, and I mean we didn't even have cell phone light, we
didn't have camera lights, we didn't have anything. We just we walked across
this road and my native friend cups his hands through his mouth and he yells
out, oh Calgie, which in Amaha language means hello friends. And we
sat there. Five seconds, ten seconds went by, and again he repeats
his call, and I'm here to tell you. Within about fifteen more seconds,
all of a sudden, two lights uppear that, for all intents purposes,
look like eyes to me. And I'm looking at him, I'm like,
is this what I think it is? And he's like, yeah,
that's them. And over the course of the week, and we went out
five nights in a row, we would have as many as three at a
time. And they moved independent of each other. They moved to the left,
they moved to the right, they moved forwards in some cases, they
backed off in others. But it was just amazing to witness. And I'm
talking, these eyes blinked, they turned side to side. But it wasn't
just the eyes shine alone. It was the vocalizations that a company that really
hooked me. It was interesting that it was Monday night when we got there,
that we were greeted. Shortly after these eyes started coming on, we
were greeted with what I can only call a song. Out in the distance,
probably at least one hundred yards away, we hear this very loud,
very high pitched voice, if you will, that put off this five to
six second long chorus. And by that I mean it just it changed notes,
it changed pitch, it changed volume, and it was beautiful. It
wasn't scary at all. In fact, it sounded quite welcoming. Well,
there would be a ten second gap, and then she did it again,
and she did it exactly the same way that she did the first round.
Another ten seconds would go by, and she sounded off again, and she
sounded off probably well four times within a minute, and it was amazing.
Three days later, during the daylight, I kind of snuck out there,
wanting to see what things like in the daylight, went out there on my
own, and I'm thinking, these things got to sleep sometimes, I see.
I just assumed they were nocturnal and vetted down for the day. But
no sooner did I walk up to the area where I suspected they were standing.
This same individual does the same thing, this time only once, but
again exactly Note for note, the same chorus, which totally caught me off
guard. Now, anytime it comes to any animal repeating the same sounds as
opposed to some arbitrary scream or yell if you will or whoop, that tells
me language, that tells me there's got to be meaning involved in it.
And I guess if I could assign any sort of meaning behind that chorus,
it was welcome. It sounded very welcoming to me anyway. It did not
put me off, did not scare me in the least bit. But after
hearing it, I decided to acknowledge it and exit the area. I'd gotten
probably about less than fifty feet away back on my way back to my rental
car, when I heard six very loud tree knocks in very rapid succession coming
from the opposite direction. Now, that just kind of hurried me up even
more because that didn't sound quite as friendly as that little song anyway. So
that, in thirty years was the only times I've actually seen them. But
again, I've been very close to it from time to time, and I've
found plenty of evidence in the form of tracks and scat and hair and cast
it a lot of tracks, but it's been quite a journey for me,
and I'll keep looking for as long as I'm alive, because I have to
look back on this thing. Like I said, it's like a lottery,
if you will. The odds of me seeing them at all, especially under
the circumstances. I mean, my god, we were blowing up. Their
forests were a million to one, and so I think, you know,
if we had drove through there five minutes later or five minutes earlier, would
I have even seen them. So I kind of turned my research efforts into
a purpose. I've had to, really for my own cathartic reasons. There's
got to be a purpose and why I was allowed to see what I saw.
And so in twenty fifteen, I established a nonprofit organization called the American
Primate Conservancy. And as the name denotes, conservation is our goal. My
concern is as elusive as these things are and as rarely as they're seen,
there's always the chance that this species may be threatened, if not endangered,
they may be perfectly healthy as far as I know, but I'd rather err
on the side of caution. And so what we at the Conservancy do is
our goal is to get them scientifically recognized officially taxonomically named, and then get
protections put in place, some laws that will ensure that not only myself,
but my kids, my grandkids' generations to come will have a chance to see
what I experienced. And so with that, the main goal again is to
get them recognized, and in order to do that, we have to get
evidence, evidence strong enough to raise their existence to the level of being accepted
by the scientific community. That's a tall task in itself. Now, once
they are of his next step is to try to afford some protections any event
anybody wants to harass, harm, or kill one, because frankly, right
now it's open season. There's nothing out there that prevents anybody from killing one
of these things, and I'd hate to see that happen. I know some
people in the past have tried to bring this to the attention of the authorities.
In the case of the United States, it would be the Department of
the Interior, who has jurisdiction over the Forest Service and Fish and Wildlife and
other agencies, and every effort has fallen flat on its face. And I
know too that the others of our Canadian brothers have done the same thing,
attempted that I should say, with the Canadian version of the Department of the
Interior, and so what we're trying to do is kind of come at it
through the back door, if you will. One of the things that I've
found very interesting in my research is the Native American law with regards to this.
You know, when I first saw them, my initial thing was to
go to the library and check out every book I can find on the subject.
I wasn't interested in the least prior to this. I didn't watch a
TV show, didn't read any books. What really wasn't interested. Now I'm
interested. So I walked out with a stack of books, at least as
many as they had let me take, and I digested those pretty quick.
And I think it was about six months into my research when it just dawned
on me one day. I'm like, you know, all these books are
written by white people and Westerners, people who have only been on this in
North America for maybe three hundred years, and yet here we have an indigenous
population of numerous tribes that we now know have existed here for twenty one to
twenty three thousand years. So who do you think has more information on these
things? Pioneers rappers, explorers, you bet. But Native Americans they've had
to live symbiotically with these things all this time. And so rather than look
for the newest information I can find, I've endeavored to find some of the
oldest information. I can find, information that is literally prehistoric in that the
Natives didn't have any written language. And in the process, I've been fortunate
enough to befriend a number of Native Americans and earn their trust, and that's
really key to learning more about what they know as well. And trust me,
they know a lot. So I've discovered reading really old archives, archives
that were being kept in the Smithsonian, reading historical pieces, journals from early
explorers, and there's a wealth of information out there that far exceeds what going
on today. So my thought is this if and this is part of Native
American culture, and it seems to transcend to every tribe. They all may
have a different name for him, but they all are describing the very same
species or creature. Now they don't refer to them like they would a common
animal. It's interesting how they talk about the owl and the raven, and
the coyote and the bear, but when they discuss these things, they talk
about them as another tribe. In fact, they often refer to them as
the old ones or the first ones. And that's not really all you need
to know. They were here before we were, is what they're saying.
When we came on the scene, say maybe twenty three thousand years ago,
this tribe of giant hominids, which would be my guess, relicited similar to
that of Chromagnon Neanderthal, but a different branch that somehow survived when they all
went extinct. But they literally refer to them as an ancient tribe and respect
them as such. So with that in mind, and the fact that it's
really deeply ingrained in their culture, I've decided that through the auspices of the
conservancy, that we would take that back door, if you will, and
approach these reservations, these tribes that have established reservations, knowing that they have
autonomy on those reservations. In fact, they're considered independent nations within our nation,
and they get to make their own rules as it regards daily life as
as well as wildlife conservation and hunting and fishing practices and what have you.
So I have drafted an act, if you will, and basically made it
plug and play, put your tribal name in, put whatever you call them
in. For instance, the one for the Omaha tribe is called the Omaha
Nation Satanga Protection Act, and Satanga's what they call them there, And it's
about a two page draft that basically spells out legal ramifications if anyone were to
harass, harm, injure, or kill a Stonga on their reservation, along
with the monetary fines and possible imprisonment. So I'm working currently with about five
tribes and I'm hoping that once we get them on board that we're going to
have a way. Then I think it'll spread like wildfire. There's nearly one
hundred reservations in North America to include the US and Canada, and if we
can get them on board, because again, it bolsters their cultural beliefs,
It puts in place because they do understand this tribe still exists to this day.
It puts in place protections. So it's a win win. Once we
get a few dozen of these reservations on board, then it's going to be
a lot easier sell to take to the Department of the Interior and go,
look, I know you're concerned about appearances, especially your accountable taxpayers, and
they don't want to find out their taxpayer money is going to protect some mythical
creature. But here here's a whole stack of petitions or or laws that are
already in effect across the country. So it'll take some pressure off the Department
of the Interior, both in terms of accountability but also in terms of the
I don't know the embarrassment factor, I guess, or them even being willing
to entertain the idea. But that's what we're doing within the Conservancy. That's
one of our main goals is to just get some laws on the books that
you know, Like I said, I want to make sure that future generations
have that same, albeit rare opportunity to witness what I experienced. And anyway,
with that being said, I do travel the country. I give talks
at different conferences. I'm currently writing a book. After thirty years, I
figured it was probably time. I'm sixty two years old, and so I'm
hoping by this spring to get that book published. I also put on an
annual event. It's not what you'd consider a conventional conference like any other really
because it's a private, invitation only event known as Beachfoot. This year will
mark our seventeenth year, and it all was kind of a brainchild of mine
in two thousand and eight when I thought of all the people I had met,
very famous people in the field, and actually even got to share the
stage with a number of them. Many of them now passed on, But
at the time, I'm thinking, what would it be like if I could
get all these people in one place at one time. I mean, the
amount of knowledge and theories on this species is kept close to the chest,
if you will. You know, a lot of people covet their research.
There's a bit of jealousy and competition, if you will, which is really
unfortunate. But ultimately I came up with this concept that I'm going to put
on this private invitation only, really a retreat if you will, for researchers
around the world, limited to one hundred people. And just like I said,
invitational only, no spectators, no people off the street, no media,
no vendors, a break even kind of thing. We just would count
heads, split the cost. And it really took on a life of its
own. But I think it's important in the community in general to share our
information. There's so many groups out there that are so disconnected, and I
think if we're going to answer this mystery, that it's going to take a
collective effort. So that's another one of the things that we do through the
Conservancy. So, like I said, it's changed my life. Never thought
twenty five seconds would take me on a whole different course. But it's a
life that I wouldn't trade for anything. I feel blessed to be able to
be a part of it and to meet so many wonderful people along the way.
And I would just encourage everybody out there to keep an open mind,
keep your eyes open, keep your ears open, keep your nose open.
One of the things that struck me was prior to my sighting, I can't
imagine how many times I've walked right past some very blatant evidence but not being
a believer, just dismissed it out of hand. Since that time, the
evidence is overwhelming. It's everywhere. So I guess for those of us who've
had the opportunity to see these and go from believers to knowers, it's a
bit of an advantage. But maybe just put yourself in that mindset that they
do exist and keep your eyes open because the evidence is out there. They're
out there. Now you get out there and do the same. 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 bigfoot Siding dot com and
let us know. Thanks for listening, have a great night seeing a bunch
of run down hose towns where the church is the backbone, loves and the
bow and the fasting melodies coove in that the Bombman rose with the roos,
run deep beyond the nose of the busy streets with the songs of the South
of Su. Then I mean I hate the promp poach, picking down home
rhythm, bringing that I don't run from Banjung music. Yeah, the sound
of a memory brings me back to the bluegrass playing the Madadi jack. It's
become many bins through it, getting through the tea on scrubs and Skaggs,
bucking name bears through this Tennessee jams. There's no other way that I do
it. And I hit the flatboat, picking down on rhythm, ringing out
that over run from ben Jong musaic. Yeah, some dollar backwards backwards and
double tip faking in the sword and the strumming look and tup stuff. There's
on the end of strumming health country both living and I hit a fum boat
picking down rhythm, bringing us that all from from men of music the city
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bringing nuts paddle run from man of music. Yeah something going backwards backwards and
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