Same Sasquatch? - My Bigfoot Sighting Episode 142

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<v Speaker 2>Seen a bunch of run down no horse towns, where
<v Speaker 2>the church is the backbonels and the bow and the
<v Speaker 2>fasting melodies cove in with the bone man Rose, where
<v Speaker 2>the roofs run deep beyond the nose of the busy streets,
<v Speaker 2>with the songs of the South of s. Then and
<v Speaker 2>I hear the prompt porch picking down home rhythm bringing
<v Speaker 2>out I don't run from banjam music.
<v Speaker 3>Yeah.
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<v Speaker 1>My Bigfoot sightings involved the same sasquatch. To the best
<v Speaker 1>of my beliefs and knowledge, I have been a lifelong outdoorsman, hunting, trapping,
<v Speaker 1>roaming the forests. I love to hike. I do not
<v Speaker 1>walk along roadways. There are tens of thousands of acres
<v Speaker 1>of state forests national forests in my region, Mountainous That's
<v Speaker 1>what I lived for my first I guess you would
<v Speaker 1>say encouls occurred in nineteen seventy three. At the time,
<v Speaker 1>I was living in Butler County, Pennsylvania, and this is
<v Speaker 1>Morry about the time. Yeah, some crazy things were being
<v Speaker 1>cited by people. UFOs, bigfoot researchers were in the area
<v Speaker 1>exploring abandoned coal mines, railroad tunnels, et cetera. My body, Eddie,
<v Speaker 1>and I, as we did at the time, were just
<v Speaker 1>cruising around in this fair lane listening to eight track tapes.
<v Speaker 1>It was nighttime back roads and something at the dream
<v Speaker 1>distance of where his headlights stopped, something bounded across the road,
<v Speaker 1>very large, and that actually had a collide type dog
<v Speaker 1>by the tail. We didn't know what to think of that,
<v Speaker 1>and that was put in the recess of our minds.
<v Speaker 1>Fast forward, I moved back to where I was born
<v Speaker 1>in western New York and started a family. As I said,
<v Speaker 1>I loved to hunt and roam around in the swamps
<v Speaker 1>and shoot bowl frogs and brat muskrats. As time went on,
<v Speaker 1>a lot of these areas I would hunt and harvest.
<v Speaker 1>My winner's meat supply became posted, so I figured, well,
<v Speaker 1>you know, I'm gonna buy me a piece of property,
<v Speaker 1>which I did. Beautiful don't track the woods sixteen acres
<v Speaker 1>surrounded by approximately fourteen square miles of privately owned properties
<v Speaker 1>with woods, and I set myself busy to cleaning up.
<v Speaker 1>It had been timbered. All the really large chickory and
<v Speaker 1>but or not money trees were harvested. The hemlock and
<v Speaker 1>ash and various other beachs were all left. But it
<v Speaker 1>was a maze of tops just from start to finish.
<v Speaker 1>If I spent every spare moment I had that I
<v Speaker 1>wasn't working, I'd be up there with a chainsaw clearing tops,
<v Speaker 1>limiting branches, piling them, putting the wood for firewood. And
<v Speaker 1>this one just took me three years. And I always
<v Speaker 1>had my little dog with me. She was a red
<v Speaker 1>nose pit. She'd been coming up with me there when
<v Speaker 1>she was six weeks old. So about the third year,
<v Speaker 1>I was almost to the back property line, which butted
<v Speaker 1>up to a huge fur forest which was planted I'm
<v Speaker 1>guessing back in the CC days make work programs during
<v Speaker 1>the depression. So these trees were are, you know, one
<v Speaker 1>hundred and twenty feet tall. A lot of blowdowns. One morning, Bailey,
<v Speaker 1>my dog, and I were on the four wheeler with
<v Speaker 1>the cart with Mike what not. The chainsaws everything I
<v Speaker 1>needed to do my work for that day was a
<v Speaker 1>Sunday morning daybreak, just getting light, and I moldered up
<v Speaker 1>the trail, got up to the end, and when I
<v Speaker 1>shut them skreing off, I was at the edge of
<v Speaker 1>that fir forest. I heard these knocks, what we'd call knocks,
<v Speaker 1>not just one and not from one location. It seemed
<v Speaker 1>to me there was about five different directions that these
<v Speaker 1>knocks were coming, and each one sounded a little closer
<v Speaker 1>to where I was sitting there on my machine. It
<v Speaker 1>reminded me of like a deer drive. This was in August,
<v Speaker 1>so no hunters in the woods, and they just kept
<v Speaker 1>converging on my location. I'm thinking that this is what
<v Speaker 1>comes to my mind. That could just be sasquatch, could
<v Speaker 1>be whatever it was, it wasn't natural, and nothing was
<v Speaker 1>going to stop me from my work for the day.
<v Speaker 1>So I got off the machine and I grabbed my
<v Speaker 1>saw on my axe, and I had it off to
<v Speaker 1>the east, and then I had it to the north
<v Speaker 1>and went down the trail maybe one hundred yards. The
<v Speaker 1>whole time this knocking was going on and getting closer,
<v Speaker 1>and I didn't wasn't sure what to think. I wasn't
<v Speaker 1>horribly frightened or anything, but I suspected that there were
<v Speaker 1>a number of pretty large things had my way. Well,
<v Speaker 1>it sounded to me like all this knockings stopped right
<v Speaker 1>where my machine was, and I just fired up the chainsaw.
<v Speaker 1>Figured i'd make some noise. I fired up chainsaw and
<v Speaker 1>just began working, and nothing else come of that. I
<v Speaker 1>when I was done working, I went up. The machine
<v Speaker 1>was fine, and nothing was touched. I just sort of
<v Speaker 1>smiled internally and went home. At the end of the day.
<v Speaker 1>Right where that machine was parked is where I wound
<v Speaker 1>up putting on my tree stand for deer hunting. I've
<v Speaker 1>harvested too deer every opening day right there out of
<v Speaker 1>that stand every year I owned the property, which was
<v Speaker 1>since twenty sixteen. I still own it. I'm sorry two
<v Speaker 1>thousand and six. It's quite a walk up there at
<v Speaker 1>you know, four point thirty quarter five in the morning
<v Speaker 1>and tear season it's dark now. Pretty good little path
<v Speaker 1>I have up there for a real a task erminates
<v Speaker 1>right there. Several mornings. As I'm going up, I will
<v Speaker 1>hear owl hoots, which there's lots of owls in the woods. However,
<v Speaker 1>these owl hoots are coming from ground level in brush
<v Speaker 1>piles that I had made one of the clearing tops.
<v Speaker 1>I'll hear one here and another one up there a
<v Speaker 1>short distance at pre dawn hours on the ground, and
<v Speaker 1>I'm thinking this, there's a sasquatch, but I'm going to
<v Speaker 1>go get my deer. I ignore them and go up
<v Speaker 1>and climb in my stand. So I'm up there a lot.
<v Speaker 1>That's my refuge. That's where everything releases from my work day.
<v Speaker 1>And in August is when the blackberries are right here,
<v Speaker 1>and I love them. I was up there one August day.
<v Speaker 1>There's a huge BlackBerry patch with some nice berries. I'm
<v Speaker 1>picking around the perimeter of this, getting as many as
<v Speaker 1>I can, but I can see, you know, inside the
<v Speaker 1>patch there's some really big ones, but I can't get taught.
<v Speaker 1>I'm circling at picking berries that I get around the
<v Speaker 1>back side and there's a what I presume to be
<v Speaker 1>a bear path right in the center of this patch
<v Speaker 1>of berries. Patches maybe point twenty five foot in diameter,
<v Speaker 1>and here's this path maybe five feet wide. The vegetation
<v Speaker 1>all crush down. I figured bear was in there eating berries,
<v Speaker 1>but this gave me access to the interior of this
<v Speaker 1>brier patch. I went in there and there was a
<v Speaker 1>circle in the center of vegetation that was flattened. And
<v Speaker 1>in the center of that flattened area of berry bushes
<v Speaker 1>was a pile of mud. There's no water within one
<v Speaker 1>hundred and fifty two hundred yards of where I was
<v Speaker 1>at dry summer, there's a pile of mud on top
<v Speaker 1>of the vegetation, not unlike what a beaver will do
<v Speaker 1>for a cent pile. In the center of that mud pile,
<v Speaker 1>which was maybe two for the cross the mud was
<v Speaker 1>was a footprint, a perfect print large. I didn't navigate
<v Speaker 1>that hair, but I was a contractor for forty six
<v Speaker 1>years and I can sort of judge it was seventeen
<v Speaker 1>eighteen inches long right in the center of that. I
<v Speaker 1>have never heard of that behavior ever before. But I
<v Speaker 1>looked at and I don't carry myself all night. I
<v Speaker 1>haven't got time for lugging that giant thing around in
<v Speaker 1>my pocket. And then it gets hot and I don't
<v Speaker 1>have that. But I'm thinking, you know, I have plaster
<v Speaker 1>of Paris at home. My home is about three miles away.
<v Speaker 1>I'm thinking I'm going to go grab that bag of plaster,
<v Speaker 1>and I'm going to cast this print, because it's probably
<v Speaker 1>a fifteen minute walk out of the woods. By the
<v Speaker 1>time I got to my truck, it was sprinkling. By
<v Speaker 1>time I hit the highway, it was pouring. By time
<v Speaker 1>I got home, it was just torrential downpour. So no
<v Speaker 1>chance of casting that. That's one of the very interesting
<v Speaker 1>things that I tucked into my recess of my mind.
<v Speaker 1>And by this point I take it for granted that
<v Speaker 1>these beings exist in the forests and at their product
<v Speaker 1>of nature of the creator, just as a deer would
<v Speaker 1>be a raccoon. And sometime after that, I was again
<v Speaker 1>hiking up into the woods. What was going to trim
<v Speaker 1>some limbs off in the vicinity of my deer stand
<v Speaker 1>shooting lines a little clearer I get me maybe several
<v Speaker 1>hundred yards up into the woods. I'm going up the
<v Speaker 1>four wheeler path walking, not think of anything in particular.
<v Speaker 1>I had my extendable little saw that will reach I
<v Speaker 1>think I'm twelve or fifteen feet up in the air,
<v Speaker 1>you know, plugging that up there. And I think I
<v Speaker 1>had a hatchet in my belt loop, and I'm just
<v Speaker 1>walking along and I hear very clearly a whoop, not loud,
<v Speaker 1>not threatening, not it just went whoop. I turned to
<v Speaker 1>my right and there he was, no more than seventy
<v Speaker 1>yards away, an obstructed view from above the knees to
<v Speaker 1>the top of his head, standing there in profile to me,
<v Speaker 1>and I was studying it. I was astounded at the
<v Speaker 1>depth of his chest. I say his because I could
<v Speaker 1>see his chest. It had to be three foot from
<v Speaker 1>front to back and just incredible. I know some big
<v Speaker 1>men with large chests, this was enormous. And the height
<v Speaker 1>of this. He was standing behind pile of logs that
<v Speaker 1>had been shoved there by the skinner when the logging
<v Speaker 1>operation took place. That log pile comes about to my waist.
<v Speaker 1>I could see from just above his knees, I could
<v Speaker 1>see his thigh bonnets of torso his had his arms
<v Speaker 1>and it was in no hurry to disappear on me enough.
<v Speaker 1>He started walking in the same direction I was heading,
<v Speaker 1>and I watched every step for maybe it must have
<v Speaker 1>been thirty yards forty yards, and he just kind of
<v Speaker 1>vanished into the brush. I'm not saying he poof disappeared.
<v Speaker 1>I'm saying he disappeared from my view, but it happened. So.
<v Speaker 1>I mean, he was so large and he just blended then,
<v Speaker 1>and I was thankful for that experience. I got just
<v Speaker 1>feeling inside that I had just been blessed. I smiled again,
<v Speaker 1>had carried on my way up to my dear stand
<v Speaker 1>to do what I was gonna do. I want to
<v Speaker 1>say it was two years later, very similar situation and
<v Speaker 1>walking up the same trail, and I have to say,
<v Speaker 1>exactly the same spot. I hear again whoop. I looked,
<v Speaker 1>and there what I believed to be the same fask
<v Speaker 1>Watch was standing, this time facing me behind the same
<v Speaker 1>log pile which just about the same height. I would
<v Speaker 1>say I hadn't settled down mutch facing me, and I
<v Speaker 1>had a good frontal view of him unobstructed sixty five
<v Speaker 1>seventy yards away, and we looked at each other just briefly,
<v Speaker 1>and he turned and walked off, just as he did before.
<v Speaker 1>I was in incredulous. I was just so thankful to
<v Speaker 1>have had that experience set so many people never have
<v Speaker 1>since that time, I haven't had an eyeball eyeball sighting,
<v Speaker 1>but I've had multiple, I guess you would say, experiences
<v Speaker 1>where I just know it's them are them? I have dogs,
<v Speaker 1>They're large dogs, they're American boys. They call them. I
<v Speaker 1>have female which had puppies, and I kept two of
<v Speaker 1>her babies. I had all three of them in the
<v Speaker 1>woods when the puppies were just five months six months old.
<v Speaker 1>And they're just full of vinegar, running around, tumbling, chasing
<v Speaker 1>each other. And I'm limiting tops from some lowdowns and
<v Speaker 1>dragon brush, and so i'd cut for a while. Dogs
<v Speaker 1>are doing large circles around me. I'm not concerned with them.
<v Speaker 1>I'd run the chainsaw for a few minutes, shut it off, dragged.
<v Speaker 1>The brand is away, but menipow, and I know it's
<v Speaker 1>what words the dogs. I don't know they'll be back.
<v Speaker 1>And about that time, I heard over the edge of
<v Speaker 1>this hill which kind of abruptly drops off, I hear this.
<v Speaker 1>It's hard to describe the sound, a snarling growl. I
<v Speaker 1>have black bear up there, bobcats. I haven't seen cougar there,
<v Speaker 1>but they are in the area and the swamps and
<v Speaker 1>so forth. This was something different. The sound that very
<v Speaker 1>hard to describe. A browling snarl is the best I
<v Speaker 1>can do. And within seconds, all three dogs came streaming
<v Speaker 1>up over that hill with their tail between their legs
<v Speaker 1>and came right up where I was at and I'm thinking, well,
<v Speaker 1>there you go, you're messing with mama bear. And again
<v Speaker 1>I didn't think much more about it. I continued with
<v Speaker 1>my work where chainsaw take a few limbs off, drag
<v Speaker 1>them away. And while I was had to saw off
<v Speaker 1>and dragging limbs away, forty yards behind me, a tree falls,
<v Speaker 1>A large tree falls here, crashing through the other limbs
<v Speaker 1>and plans. I'm thinking, what the heck. I just cleaned
<v Speaker 1>that area up, and I went over to look, and
<v Speaker 1>here was this. It was standing dead beech tree, a
<v Speaker 1>large one, maybe all of thirty five forty inches in diameter,
<v Speaker 1>laying on the ground, roots and all. Mind you, this
<v Speaker 1>is midsummer. We hadn't had rain in a week or two,
<v Speaker 1>so it's not an issue of damp soil. And somehow
<v Speaker 1>I knew instinctively that this was the big guy pissed
<v Speaker 1>off because I had the dogs up there creating a ruckus.
<v Speaker 1>And I said out loud, okay, I will not bring
<v Speaker 1>my dogs up here anymore. And I didn't. It's been
<v Speaker 1>years now. I won't bring my dogs up there. So
<v Speaker 1>things like that. Last fall, I was deer hunting. It
<v Speaker 1>was in November. We hadn't had an appreciable snow yet,
<v Speaker 1>but we did have, you know, rainy, wet weather cold.
<v Speaker 1>I like to still hunt, just kind of creep along
<v Speaker 1>and surveyed my area. I'm creeping along and I see
<v Speaker 1>a deer leg hanging off a twig in a sapling.
<v Speaker 1>This sapling was no more than an inch in diameter.
<v Speaker 1>It was a very young tree with a twig of
<v Speaker 1>a branch on it. And here's the foot and part
<v Speaker 1>of the upper leg bone of a deer draped over
<v Speaker 1>this little branch. Eyeball hike to me and I I
<v Speaker 1>know a cat could never have put that up there
<v Speaker 1>without breaking. He just couldn't climb it. The whole sampling
<v Speaker 1>was only a foot above my head, and I'm six foot.
<v Speaker 1>I thought that was pretty interesting. I wonder why would
<v Speaker 1>they have placed that there? But I was at an
<v Speaker 1>intersection of a couple of deer crossing deer paths. So
<v Speaker 1>I hunkered down in a log pile. Wasn't super well concealed,
<v Speaker 1>but I felt that I was concealed enough. Now I'm sitting there. Yeah,
<v Speaker 1>I had probably an hour left the daylight long about
<v Speaker 1>the time I had about twenty minutes a day I left.
<v Speaker 1>I heard the owl behind me, quite loud, louder than
<v Speaker 1>I would think it. How I no owls make all
<v Speaker 1>kinds of hooton sounds. Well, this was quite loud, and
<v Speaker 1>almost instantly on the other side of the property in
<v Speaker 1>the woods, there was a return who. Well this went
<v Speaker 1>on back and forth who between the two of them
<v Speaker 1>for a while thirty seconds, forty seconds, and then the
<v Speaker 1>one behind me that I had heard first. It was
<v Speaker 1>as if it was flying through the woods, but at
<v Speaker 1>a height of maybe ten twelve feet through some really
<v Speaker 1>thick slashings. Who who who, And it was coming from
<v Speaker 1>my right to my left, crossed in front of me,
<v Speaker 1>which of course I couldn't see because it had been
<v Speaker 1>eighty yards or something through the through the trees, and
<v Speaker 1>as it got just passed what would be direct in
<v Speaker 1>front of me who And I don't make the sound well,
<v Speaker 1>but it was a snorting, snarl holly sound right mid
<v Speaker 1>hoop and then began hooting again. Odd And I've heard
<v Speaker 1>tell that they do mimic other animal sounds, and I
<v Speaker 1>do believe that that was a squatch running toward the
<v Speaker 1>one on the other side, and for whatever reason right
<v Speaker 1>and mid hoop, and all of a sudden wasn't a
<v Speaker 1>who amore.
<v Speaker 4>It was.
<v Speaker 1>That sound that I can't make, so I thought that
<v Speaker 1>was kind of cool. I knew they weren't heading toward me,
<v Speaker 1>so I was hoping that my deer would come by
<v Speaker 1>and i'd go my tag. I hung out still it
<v Speaker 1>was almost too dark to the end I left. So
<v Speaker 1>these things to me are just a part of nature,
<v Speaker 1>as a white tailed deer, a bear, a raccoon. They
<v Speaker 1>lived there. I don't pester them. I do feel blessed
<v Speaker 1>that they've allowed me to see them twice, and they
<v Speaker 1>have let me know on and know on certain terms
<v Speaker 1>that time with my dogs that they don't appreciate that,
<v Speaker 1>and I respect them. I respected that, and my dogs
<v Speaker 1>don't go up there anymore. I do. So there's another
<v Speaker 1>experience that happened in two thousand and seven Bring of
<v Speaker 1>two thousand and seven May, while I seeeson opens in May.
<v Speaker 1>I had for sixteen seventeen years a fishing camp on
<v Speaker 1>a reservoir not far from my house. Happens to be
<v Speaker 1>on an Indian reservation. And I was there relatively remote area,
<v Speaker 1>fairly remote, i'd say, and I was there to fish.
<v Speaker 1>I wasn't there to set up all night, or on
<v Speaker 1>the camp fire drinking beer or whatever. I was there
<v Speaker 1>to fish. I did my fishing at first stop, and
<v Speaker 1>i'd be back at camp by nine thirty ten o'clock,
<v Speaker 1>laying my walleye and making lunch. I always had the
<v Speaker 1>dog I had at the time, Keisha, with me. She
<v Speaker 1>loved to ride in a boat. She loved to come
<v Speaker 1>camping with me. Super friendly with people, loved everybody. But
<v Speaker 1>if you were a raccoon or a wood chuck or
<v Speaker 1>a girl, lookout. She had chased bear up the trees
<v Speaker 1>at my campsite twice, so she was fearless. And she
<v Speaker 1>was a good companion because I was there by myself
<v Speaker 1>as no one else around. One morning, I'd get up
<v Speaker 1>up four am. I'd go out, fire up to grill,
<v Speaker 1>make my coffee and my little something to eat, and
<v Speaker 1>jump in the boat and be out on the water
<v Speaker 1>at first light. This one morning, as I said, it
<v Speaker 1>was two thousand and seven in the spring, I stepped
<v Speaker 1>out of the camper and went over lit my Coleman
<v Speaker 1>gas lantern. And when you light that, they go poof,
<v Speaker 1>when they come to life. Well, when it did that,
<v Speaker 1>something just outside the circle of white, no more than
<v Speaker 1>zero point thirty feet away just started screaming at me. Yeah,
<v Speaker 1>half scream, half howl. Greamed at me and pats it
<v Speaker 1>just wouldn't stop screaming. And I'm like peering through the
<v Speaker 1>darkness to try to see what the heck the thing was,
<v Speaker 1>and from the direction of the sound, it seemed to
<v Speaker 1>be about my height, around six foot and pretty close,
<v Speaker 1>no more than twenty five thirty feet. I'm straining my
<v Speaker 1>eyes trying to see, trying to see, and I couldn't
<v Speaker 1>make anything out except a little bit darker spot than
<v Speaker 1>the rest of the darkness, if that makes any sense.
<v Speaker 1>I wasn't like freaking out or anything. I would just like,
<v Speaker 1>what could this possibly be? Straining to see it, and
<v Speaker 1>then I remembered my flashlight setting right there next to
<v Speaker 1>the lantern. As I reached over with my right arm
<v Speaker 1>crossing in front of me, I grabbed it and picked
<v Speaker 1>it up, and as I turned the light toward the sound,
<v Speaker 1>the thing took off at blinding speed. I don't think
<v Speaker 1>a deer could run that fast, and I went behind
<v Speaker 1>my camper, crunch crunch, crunch through the woods there, and
<v Speaker 1>then it turned right again, which would have been to
<v Speaker 1>my right. I should have been able to catch that
<v Speaker 1>in my flashlight beam, but it was going so fast
<v Speaker 1>that I wouldn't catch up to the sound. And it
<v Speaker 1>was crunch, crunch, crunch, jumped off of a probably a
<v Speaker 1>five foot embankment down to the dirt access road to
<v Speaker 1>my camp site and padded off down the road in
<v Speaker 1>the other direction away from me. And never seen it,
<v Speaker 1>only heard it. I would put my hand on a Bible,
<v Speaker 1>and I am a god feeling man that that whatever
<v Speaker 1>it was ran away on two legs. There's no doubt
<v Speaker 1>in my mind. And I was stunned, I would say,
<v Speaker 1>what had just occurred? Not really afraid. But then I
<v Speaker 1>noticed my dog Keisha would have been all over a bear,
<v Speaker 1>a lion, a cat, woodchuck, whatever of the coon. She
<v Speaker 1>was between my legs, shaking like a leaf. I mean,
<v Speaker 1>I had never seen her do that before or since,
<v Speaker 1>And that creepd me out seeing her like that. I
<v Speaker 1>hadn't noticed it until that point. While this was happening,
<v Speaker 1>I was so engrossed and trying to see what this was. Well,
<v Speaker 1>that did creep me out to think that she was
<v Speaker 1>so thoroughly frightened. What just happened? I very well, you
<v Speaker 1>know what I'm gonna make my coffee inside today, and
<v Speaker 1>on which I did, and I waited till the sun
<v Speaker 1>came up to go back out and go fishing on
<v Speaker 1>this reservation. Just over the other side of the mountain
<v Speaker 1>that directly behind me is the Allegheny National Forest that
<v Speaker 1>fall September I believe of two thousand and seven is
<v Speaker 1>when the Jacob's photos were captured on the trail camera.
<v Speaker 1>And I've often wondered if there's a correlation between whatever
<v Speaker 1>was in my campsite and what was captured on film
<v Speaker 1>and made the national headlines. I'm sure many of you
<v Speaker 1>have seen the photos. It's just something I've always wondered.
<v Speaker 1>I think it's a good possibility. Don't know for sure,
<v Speaker 1>never seen it, but I do know it was on
<v Speaker 1>two legs now in a nutshell. I know they us.
<v Speaker 1>I've seen them. I've experienced too many things that I
<v Speaker 1>know couldn't be attributed to any other known creatures that
<v Speaker 1>I'm aware of. And as I said, I've been trapesing
<v Speaker 1>around little swamp lands and for us since I was
<v Speaker 1>a very young boy, and I still do when I can.
<v Speaker 5>Well that's it for tonight show. If you've had a
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<v Speaker 2>Seen a bunch of run down, no host towns where
<v Speaker 2>the Church of the Backbone loves and the bow and
<v Speaker 2>the pastoring melodies cove in with the bomb man rose
<v Speaker 2>with the ruse, run deep beyond the nose of the
<v Speaker 2>busiest eats, with the songs of the South.
<v Speaker 3>So then.
<v Speaker 2>I mean I hear the promp porch picking down home
<v Speaker 2>rhythm bringing nat add on run from Banjung music. Yeah,
<v Speaker 2>the sound of a memory brings me back to the
<v Speaker 2>bluegrass playing the Ma Daddy Jack. It's become many been
<v Speaker 2>through it, getting through the day on scrubs and Skaggs,
<v Speaker 2>bucking name bales to this Tennessee jams.
<v Speaker 1>There's no the way that I do it.
<v Speaker 2>When I hear the plump porch backing down home rhythm
<v Speaker 2>bringing Nat had over run from Banjong music.
<v Speaker 3>Yeah, something going backwards backwards and double top.
<v Speaker 6>Faking and the sword and the strum lookin tuk staff
<v Speaker 6>there's nothing in the STRUMMNLC you bon living warm and
<v Speaker 6>I hear the bum boats picking down rhythm bringing us
<v Speaker 6>b on from from manis.
<v Speaker 1>The city A trows me wild on the tune.
<v Speaker 2>Needs the cars rushing by with the pastes on the.
<v Speaker 6>Sterios to Man, And I hear the brown buch picking
<v Speaker 6>down rhythm, bringing nuts run from bunch of music.
<v Speaker 3>Yeah, something going backwards backwards and double tim picking in
<v Speaker 3>the sword and the strumming looking tucky stars because something
<v Speaker 3>in the strumming.
<v Speaker 6>Now, count your boy living warm. And I hear a
<v Speaker 6>bum boat picking down room rhythm, bringing us.
<v Speaker 7>Bad on from them, something going backwards backwards and double
<v Speaker 7>time picking and the soul and the strumming looking took
<v Speaker 7>a start because the thing had those trummen now because you're.
<v Speaker 3>Both living, And I hit the back ports.
<v Speaker 6>Picking double and the bad chicken boatsmen. Mona's very sweet
<v Speaker 6>tea kind of
<v Speaker 3>Suns that rod