It Looked Like a Monster Standing There! - My Bigfoot Sighting Episode 86

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my Bigfoot Sighting dot com. My Bigfoot Sightings started in southern California, and
back then I didn't know what a bigfoot was. I grew up in the
Turn County area of California. It was two thousand and eight. I had
just had my first child with my ex wife, and we wanted to take
a vacation before we moved to Washington, which is where she was originally from.
Her family was up here, so we went out towards the Sierra Nevada's
outside of the Hatcherpy east of the area, and growing up I didn't really
do a lot of camping. My family wasn't big travelers workaholics down in the
valley, and so when I say we went camping, I mean we went
to the Goodwill and bought pots and pans to cook over that we didn't care
about kind of camping, old school camping, I guess would be the way
to say it. Hot dogs, mores, things of that nature. So
we ended up there in the Sierra Nevadas and had a good time. It
was me, her, my best friend, and his girlfriend at the time,
and we set up camp. We had a fire, having a good
time, got late, it's time to go to bed sort of thing,
and we were sleeping in separate tents. He had his, we had ours.
The baby was being washed by grandma, so no baby was there,
thank goodness. So the first night we were there, I remember being in
my makeshift tent with her, and I always wake up at night to use
the restroom. It's just something I've done since I was a kid of the
night restroom break. So I opened the tent and I remember when I opened
the tent, it was a clear night, its beautiful stars. The moon
was right above us, so you could see the shadows of the trees and
very blue hue of color. Wasn't like I was gonna fall. The fire
was dead, nothing but smoldering, no flames, just this red pit in
the ground. And I stepped out and it was warm. This was late
October and we were just out in the middle of nowhere. Nobody was there
but us, and step out, stumbling around a little bit because it's dark.
I just woke up, and I find an area to use the facilities.
I'm standing there between me and my best for instant and I'm relieving myself,
standing there looking up at the sky, admiring the stars, the moon
and everything, admiring how it casts shadows on the ground. But then at
the corner of my eye, near my friend's tent, I catch a shadow.
And I turned my head to look left, which was the direction of
his tent, and I was probably six feet from there, and I see
the shadow standing there. It looked like it was peering into his tent.
At first, and the first thought that went through my mind was, well,
that's my friend. Maybe he got up to to use the restroom or
whatever. I look over, I see the shadow and it's just kind of
hunched over, almost like you would try don zip your tent to get back
into it. And so the first thought to go through my head is,
hey, what's up, bro? So that's what came out of my mouth,
Hey what's up? Bro? As I'm relieving myself standing there, and
I go back to focusing on what I'm doing at the moment, then I
noticed I didn't get a reply, so I turned my head again and I
look back over there in the shadows. This figure, which I call a
figure at the time, was at least I'm five to eleven. I'm normal
sized guy, two hundred pounds, but this was maybe, as it's hunched
over, would stand about a foot and a half taller than me. But
it's the silhouette of a head, shoulders, arms, and legs. And
I look at it again and I'm just confused at the moment because he didn't
say anything back to me, and I'm staring at him, wondering, bro,
are you okay? And I said that are you okay? And it
didn't move. It just was frozen like a statue, but it was darker
than the surrounding trees. It was darker than I couldn't see through it.
I couldn't you know, it was there, right there, but I couldn't
make out what it was. But I could see it. It was not
incredibly large, not incredibly tall, like I said, maybe a foot and
a half taller than me bent over. But then I noticed that I could
see the reflection of the night sky in its eyes, and it was staring
at me, frozen like, with its hand out frozen, not towards me,
but towards my friend's tent. But it just didn't move, and I
saw it blink twice. And at that moment, again growing up in the
valley, being a little tougher, I mumbled under my breath, you better
run, as I was finishing up myself using the restroom, and then without
any hesitation whatsoever, I turned around. I walked back to my tent,
which was only four feet from me, unzipped it, crawled inside, laid
down, pulled my wife at the time close and went to sleep. And
at the time I didn't understand why I did that. I didn't even the
next morning, I didn't understand why I didn't yell, I didn't make more
threats towards what was standing there. When I say my best friend, I
mean he's a brother to me. He's been through a lot with me,
and he would have woken up, came out that tent, and we would
have handled whatever that was. But it didn't. It didn't compute in my
head to do any of that, and so I just went back in my
tent and it didn't make sense. Even the next morning. I woke up
and the next morning, sun's out clear day. I wake up and I
go, did that really happen? And I remember the first thing I did
was when I woke up, I got out of the tent and my best
friend was up with his girlfriend making coffee. They were like, hey,
are you doing. I was like good. But I looked over between our
tents and I could see the wet spot where I had relieved myself the night
before. So I knew it happened right there. That was hard proof for
me. And I looked over and I thought, well, do I tell
him? Do I tell him what I saw? Do I scare them whatsoever?
I don't know what I saw at that time. It was either an
alien or the demon, because I didn't really think Bigfoot at the time,
because bigfoot wouldn't do that kind of I don't know. I just didn't know
enough at the time. I guess youth is foolishness sometimes, I guess,
so I thought about it a little bit. I told him the next day
and he's like, why didn't you wake me up? I was like,
dude, I don't know. I thought it was you, but then it
wasn't you. I could see that it was just dark. I could tell
it was big I didn't know what to do, but at the same time,
I'm not a coward, but I just went right back in my tent,
went to sleep. But nothing happened. And it wasn't until years later.
I had another friend once I moved to Washington, which shortly after this
experience, who told me about infrasound and he told me that what I saw
was a big foot. I was in such close proximity to it that that
could have been what its defense mechanism was. And somehow it just made me
dumb, just foolish. I wasn't scared, but I wasn't coherent. And
that was my first big foot encounter that I now called my bigfoot encounter.
That first one due to the fact that it was years later they told me,
dude, you got infrasounded and it just told you go back to bed
or whatever it subbliminally, I guess is the proper term. But nothing had
happened, no damage done. This was also southern California. There are pine
needles everywhere. There was no We were looking for something like footprints, even
if it wasn't bigfoot. We were looking for evidence of somebody being in our
camp and there was nothing because it was late fall and there was just no
mud. There was nothing. This is the Sierra Nevada's That whole area is
probably burnt in the ground now. But yeah, that was my first encounter
that I didn't know was an encounter with a big foot, and I will
one hundred percent believe that it was to this day after years of not knowing,
and then someone tell them me in Washington what that was from their own
experiences. So that was my first one. So I moved to Washington State
in two thousand and eight in November. Like I said, the first encounter
was October, late October. There's kind of like the last who Rob Before
I moved to be closer for my wife and her brand new baby. So
I moved up here and I fell in love with the Pacific Northwest. Like
I said, I grew up in the valley. I was used to dirt,
browns, no trees. The only trees we had were in parking lots
surrounded by cement, and they were just twigs coming out of the ground.
So coming to the Pacific Northwest was awe inspiring. I compared it to being
in Jurassic Park. The greens, the berry bushes, everything's just phenomenal here.
I love it still this day, after all these years, I just
thought I was going to do more outdoor stuff. I started kayaking, hiking,
went hiking up mount rainier things of that nature and stuff like that,
and then I really enjoyed blogging roads. They were fun. Back then.
I had a Subaru outback, and I felt like I was driving the tank.
I was impervious and I would go up by myself at this time to
just explore and go on my own heights. I had recently back then purchased
a rifle and I wanted to do some shooting with it, so I grabbed
it up through it in the Subaru and I went out on my own.
Man, this one's still I'm pretty sure. My voice is shaking now even
talking about it. So I went up one time outside of the National Forests
of mount right here. I took a logging road that I had no idea
where it ended. I still don't know if I know where it ends.
But it wasn't busy. There was no logging happening, no eighteen willers,
nothing of the nature. And it was just me and acres and acres and
acres and nothing. So I thought, again, this was before I knew
what I experienced in California. So I went up and I parked at a
tea. So I grabbed my rifle. I was excited to blast off some
rounds you know where, you know, have some fun with it by myself.
I started walking. I had a backpack, water, food, all
the necessities. Started walking down this trail. It's not a trail, it's
a road, but it was an unused road, if that makes sense.
So it was a road that now it was a trail, but you can't
drive down it. So I'm going down this thing into a valley. So
I was surrounded by hills. You know, I'm just having a good day.
It's a sunny day, middle of the day and I hiked probably about
a mile and a half and I got my back, I got my rifle
slung over my shoulder, having a good time, just me, no music,
no nothing, just listening to nothingness, which is awesome. But when
nothingness gets disturbed by something that you can't explain, that's terrifying. And I
was about a mile and a half in. I'm assuming and back then I
was very athletic. Not so much anymore. I would never put myself in
this situation again for this reason. By then I had been in the woods
enough to know the sounds of cougars, mountain lions, bears. We only
have black bears up here, but they have their own distinct or if they're
doing something strange. But this came from the trees around me, and you
could hear it bounce off of every single tree and reverberate back. I at
that moment, had realized I had gone too far. I had pushed myself
too far. Where I had been at that moment was just too far.
I couldn't explain the sound. I can't even imitate it for you. But
when you hear it, you know it's maybe something primal, it's maybe something
genetically and in our DNA, in our blood to know that this is something
bad. And it just echoed through the trees, just bouncing off. I'm
like it was surrounding. It sounded like it was all around me at the
moment, and I pulled from my rifle. I pulled it off my shoulder
and I put it in my hands, and it just got worse. The
sounds were terrifying, coming from everywhere, all around me, from behind,
from above, from below. It might as well have stood right in front
of me and screamed in my face and out of the corner of my eye.
Yet again, I have pretty good periphal vision. I saw something above
me in the trees, and so I looked up out of fear of wanting
to know where this was coming from. And I saw it hanging from the
trees, or hanging from not the trees, not like Jungle Book or like
anything like that. It was holding onto the tree, looking down, probably
about two hundred feet away. And it was even more mad. Now that
I had my rifle in my hands versus it being on my shoulder. I
could tell it's slapped the tree three or four times, and then it jumped
from that tree to the next tree that was probably six feet from where it
was, but it did it so flawlessly. It reached for it and it
jumped. This was huge. I can't give you proper estimate on how tall
it was because of how high it was a mature and how far it was
for me at the time, but I would I just say an eight.
It was an eight. It was a big foot. But it didn't have
those like shorter legs like apes had. It had long legs. I could
picture it still in my mind between trees. It didn't fly towards it like
it wasn't How do I explain this? It knew where it was going to
land in that next tree. And at that point I said, I'm done.
I'm done. I'm not going to shoot out of sheer fear because this
rifle I'm holding is not going to do anything to what is in that tree.
So I turned around, I ran, and I ran that mile and
a half probably felt like forever because I could hear it breaking branches. I
could hear it coming from tree to tree to tree to tree to tree.
I was like, bears don't do that. Bears don't jump from tree and
tree. There's no way that's it's not a black bear. It's too big
to be a black bear. Black bears aren't that big. And I ran
that probably a mile and a half, probably faster than it felt. And
I got back in my car. I threw my backpack off my shoulder.
I had an auto start in the car, so as soon as I saw
it headlights, I was pushing the button frantically for it to start. Before
I even got there, I was sweating. I couldn't breathe. I threw
everything in the past or seat and I left, piled out of there,
gravel, everything flying, and I could still hear it howling, almost almost
not a howl, but like a yeah, don't come back, if that
makes sense of a sound as I left, and I have never returned to
that spot ever, But it didn't deter me. I'm still going back into
the woods. And that was my second encounter, my third encounter. It
was years later. I say years, like I'm old. I'm not that
old, so maybe a year or two later. I do a family camping
trip with my children every year. It's something that we've always done, is
something that it's family tradition every summer here in Washington. That year was a
good year. But their grandmother wasn't able to stay my mother, so she
had to leave. So it was me, their grandfather, my stepfather,
and my three kids. And they were young still, I believe the youngest
was still in diapers. Just having a good time though, having s'mores,
fire, simple beautiful Washingtonian afternoon, no rain, no nothing. I was
getting into hammock camping at this time, so I strung up my hammock,
and I been a love of anyone who knows hammitt camping. It's not cheap,
it's quite expensive. So it came with the hammock, the sleeping system,
and a rain fly, which is basically like a pup tent that hangs
over your hammock, but you can see underneath it all around you. It's
just to keep the rain off you if it does rain, or keep the
sun off you if it's sunny. So we also had a giant tent that
my father had brought for him and the kids to sleep in that night.
So it was getting late, kids are getting restless. Me and the old
man, we stayed up a little bit longer around the fire, just talking.
They were in the tent passed out. At this point. It was
pretty late. I'm not assuming before midnight, but maybe somewhere around there.
Again, nice clear night, moon's out lighting up the woods around us.
Good time. So we finally, I tell you, old man, I
was like, hey, I'm getting tired. I want to go to bed.
He's like, all right. So I crawled into my hammock and he
goes into the tent. So I'm probably twelve feet from them, but I'm
between two trees, and I'm right next to a wildlife trail or a game
trail as it were. You can tell that deers or stuff has come through
this area just doing their own thing. We're next to a water source,
natural water source, so this is deep woods camping, logging roads again.
So I was up there, get cozy, gets settled in my hammock,
and I'm swaying back and forth, which is one of the greatest comforts to
me. Still. This day is just hanging out in nature, just exposed.
It's nice. Even with everything I've seen so far, I find it
very comfortable. So I'm hanging out, literally hanging out in my hammock.
I don't have my phone with me or anything. I have a little headlamp
on my hat because I always keep a headlamp on because I know I'm gonna
have to wake up use the restroom in the middle of the night. And
where we were, this is a very This isn't solid dirt. How do
I describe it? Pine needles, just foliage from trees, pine needles,
pine cones, over and over again thousands of times. Kind of creates what
sounds like a hollow drum on the earth, so you can hear your own
footsteps when you walk on it, especially if you jump. It kind of
reverberates in a way. And so I'm in my hammock and I'm sitting there,
I got my eyes shut, I'm ready to go to sleep, and
I hear footsteps on this hollow earth. This this like just very basy footsteps,
but not fast, not like I just did, but thumb thumb,
dumb, dumb. And I heard it come from towards where the tent was,
So I figured it was my old man coming out to use the restroom
before he went to sleep. Maybe he got bad. He was like,
oh, I gotta use the restroom before I fall asleep. So what I
do is I hit my I hear it come like right next to me.
And when I say, right next to me, I mean less than two
feet from me on my left, and so I hit my head lamp.
I wasn't asleep yet, and I was like, you all right, old
man, no reply, but it stopped. It stopped right next to the
rain flat the hammock, and so I leaned forward in my hammock with my
head lamp on, and I turned to look down. I can't see out,
you know, I can't see horizontally from where I'm laying because the way
the rain flag comes down kind of makes a teepee in a way. And
so I point my head down to look towards the dirt to see if I
can see his sneakers or something. It wasn't a sneakers. These were the
largest, hairiest, unholy feet I've ever seen, standing right next to my
hammock in the middle of the night. My first reaction was not to think
it was anything but what I had learned about up here in Washington. That
was a big foot standing right there and these. If I go back to
my California story and describe how slim that one was, this was the complete
opposite. It was so detailed from the black diamond light shining on my forehead
that I could see toneels, but massive. They looked like clamshells on top
of a hairy foot. Maybe not even clam shell, even bigger than that,
maybe oyster shell. These things were huge. I just frozen chair.
I knew exactly at that moment what that was. I always sleep with a
pistol with me, so I immediately slid my hand down, grabbed my pistol,
turned my head lamp off, laid straight back down in my hammock,
and held that pistol to my chest and held my breath. I went,
oh, Lord, this is it. He's going to just drop kick me
or pick me up in this hammock, or something bad is about to happen
to me all over again. I don't I've had some good experiences with these
creatures, but this was not one of them. He was right there,
but he didn't move. He just stood there, and as I'm swaying in
the darkness with a pistol on my chest, finger on the trigger, just
hoping that it's not like he couldn't see me, but that he wouldn't be
intrigued. All he would have to do is been down, pick up that
rain fly, and look down at me in a little tortilla, and I
just was like, go away, go away, go away, go away,
go way, go away, go away, go away. And after
about twenty seconds, I could hear that thump again, that next step,
and it walked away. It went down that game trail and faded into the
trees. I could hear twigs snapping. Because the game trails are usually grown
up over they're usually not easy to walk through. But at that moment,
he was gone. And once he was gone, I could tell he was
far enough away. I jumped up out of my hammock pistol in hand,
branded the tent, unzipped the tent, turned my light on, shined it
down in the tent, and there was my dad and my three kids,
sleeping soundly, peacefully. The rest of the night, I kept throwing wood
on the fire. I didn't sleep the entire night. I was up all
night just waiting it's he was going to come back up that game show,
but I kept looking towards it, but it was just he wasn't coming back.
I don't know. I think he was just passing through. I think
he just was like, this is my normal way home or wherever he was
going. I don't know, but he had just happened to walk right through
our camp, and I just so happened to be the foolish one not in
a tent, and I got a really good look at those feet, and
I'll tell you right now, those feet are everything you can possibly imagine.
They are very big, very very very big. That's exactly where he gets
his name from. Very unclean for that nature. Next day, everything was
fine. He left no trace, he left nothing. I walked down that
game trail the next day. I could see broken branches things of that,
but they were very high, up ten to eleven twelve feet highest. I
could see where baby he was walking. A twig hit him or whatever.
He just smacks it down. You could see where it ripped and tour.
That was a bad one, but ended very good. I didn't feel like
he was gonna hurt me. He just frightened me beyond belief. It was
very terrifying that night as well. So that was my third actual physically seeing
this thing. So this encounter happened recently. So this was twenty twenty.
My brother came from Arizona to visit, and he wanted to go bigfoot hunting
because he had heard legends from Arizona. We grew up separate. But he
was like, man, you're in Washington. I want to come up and
let's go find a big foot. He thought it was funny. I'm like,
man, they're real. I keep telling you they're very real. It's
not something you want to play with. But maybe we can get like a
decent encounter out of it. Maybe, who knows. So we left my
house and I took him to the same mountains where I've had most of my
experiences. It's a very select group of mountains. I don't want to give
it away because I enjoy going up there, and I don't want any more
people up there than they're already is piling in every weekend. So we left
late because he's a city boy and wanted to take a shower and get some
taco bell on the way out of town kind of thing, and like,
all right, let's you know, hurry long now we got to hike ahead
of us because we were going to go stay at a lake that is what
like an alpine lake. It's top of the mountain lake basically sides you can
go, there's these lakes up there. So we left. This is during
solstice too, so it was dark at like four thirty. So we drive
up the road and it gets darker as you're driving in the forest, way
quicker than it does if you're in the cities. The trees have a way
of just absorbing darkness that I find beautiful but terrifying at the same time.
We get up there. We're having a good talk on the way up,
and he's getting himself hyped up like he's going to see something. He just
knows it, and I'm like, it can or it can't happen. He
don't get to pick when you see these things, to pick when they see
you. And so we parked at the trail head, and it was about
I've hiked this trail multiple times, multiple times daylight usually, but tonight we
were doing it in the dark. So we parked. He brought his own
backpack. He said he had his own gear and I had mine, which
I didn't question what he had brought at the time, but I gave him
one of my rifles and I had a pistol on my hip because it's not
so much the big foots we're looking to shoot or even have an encounter,
but at the same time, in the Pacific Northwest, in the middle of
nowhere, in the middle of the night, you probably want to have a
firearm with you. And so we start hiking. This hike is a very
narrow hike, again, equivalent to what would be a game trail, very
very narrow on your way up and at the top, like I said,
there's this lake, but on your way up you pass waterfalls from the lake
overflowing and it has created these beautiful waterfalls that you get to criss cross switch
back all the way to the lake. Doing it in the dark is a
whole other monster than it was doing it in the day. I was finding
a cold at the time, and it was taking its toll on me as
I'm hiking. I only had basically tonight to do it with him. He
was leaving the next day, so I was trying to suck it up.
And we're gonna get to the top of this thing. No matter what.
We're gonna spend the night. It's gonna be awesome. We got to a
switch back and we're taking a break water break more for me to catch my
breath, and he's digging through his bag as we're sitting there, and I'm
like, what you're doing getting water what you need water? I got water
right here and not checked east bottom for the trip. They were legitimate,
like, I don't know how much he's He told me he spent like a
couple of thousand dollars on him. But they were night vision goggles, and
I was like, oh, that's cool. Nice, let's play with them
since we're sitting here and taking a breathe there And he turned it on and
you don't see any light from a night vision goggle. I guess the way
they were is they send out a basically like a super invisible laser that lightens
up everything around it and you can sit in the dark but see as if
it was daylight. And so he's scanning the hills around us this this is
a very vertical hike. He's looking around. He's like, try him out.
I'm looking like, that's pretty cool, that's pretty cool. I didn't
see anything. I was just like, that's that's very cool. I don't
know what you're gonna do with those in the desert, but cool. You
should leave them here with me being the younger brother, and he puts them
away. We start hiking two more up the switch back and we get to
the the second crossing, which is over the waterfall as I described earlier,
and there's boulders on the side of it, big boulders, and just kind
of start getting this uneasy feeling. But I didn't feel like we were in
danger, just uneasy. And I'm like us because we got to walk across
this very slippery rock in the dark to get to the other side, to
finish our trail, to finish our hike. So I'm like, you go
first, and I'll follow behind you. And we both have headlamps, sign
we're using flashlights. Obviously. He went first, and it's probably about a
couple of yards maybe ten fifteen yards across this running water that's rushing over this
piece of like flank granite, and so he's I wait till he's about halfway
over, and I'm like, Okay, my turn. And I'm carrying a
backpack, hiking backpack, eighty five liter big thing full of food, full
of tents, things like that, and I take a couple of steps out
on the rock and I'm being very precise, very strategic, using my head
lamp to see where to step on this rock without flipping and sliding down all
the way back to where the car was parked. He got to the far
side and I could see him turn around and his head light shone back the
forwards me to help me see what I was doing. And just as he
had done that, that roar came back. It was right behind me,
but on not the not on the waterfall, not on the rock, but
from that where we started. Right there, this unholy, absolute maddening roar
that just echoed. And since this was the second time I had heard this
roar, I dropped to my knees in this rushing water with my hands down,
with this backpack on, and I shut my eyes and I bowed my
head and I said, okay, don't move. He, on the other
hand, decided to pull his rifle and run back across this giant waterfall rock
to where I am nilt down, and he was standing above me in a
matter of seconds. And he is breathing, he is panicking, he is
shaking. I could actually hear the rattle from the shoulder sling rattling against the
rifle, and he is looking over the top of me. He's like,
what is that? What is that? What is that? What is that?
And I just I still in the nilt position, basically accepting our faith
told him it was an owl, and he left. And he's not laughing
jokingly or anything, but laughing out of fear, just chuckling, like,
that's not an owl, as I know, it's an owl. Let's go,
come on, keep going, keep going. Turn around and let's get
across this river or this not river, but this waterfall. He's like,
get up, and he's like helping me up, reaching down still with the
gun pointed towards where this noise had come from down the other hand picking me
up, and we both turned around and looked back towards these boulders and we
both saw it. It stood about nine feet tall, maybe ten, shrouded
hood It looked like someone wearing a hoodie, but built like a tank.
I can only imagine the shoulders were five and a half I don't know,
five and a half feet across, just this monster standing there. Its face
was very vivid and it was snarling. It was mad, and it just
gave us this look like we were lucky that we were where we were,
because it wasn't going to come out there to keep chasing us, which,
of course we're both l white. Now we're both shaking and we were like
running, So we ran across this the rest of that that waterfall, and
we just kept going up this trail. And as I said in the beginning
of the story, I have done this trail multiple times with family, friends,
groups. I knew where we were going, but for some reason,
we just kept going and we kept going, and we kept going and we
kept going. And I looked at my watch. I have an actual wrist
watch on my wrists, and I'm like, it's three in the morning.
And at the same time, I have an insulin pump in my pocket.
I'm Type one diabetic and it has its own digital clock in there. And
I looked at that and it said it was eleven fifty nine. And I'm
showing my brother this and I'm like, we've gone way too high up this
mountain. And it wasn't. So we were in the actual cloud level of
this mountain that we realized we had gone too high. And the next thing
I did was we got to go back. We missed a turn. I
don't know how we missed a turn. I don't know where we are,
but we were so terrified in the moment of what we had just seen.
We just kept going and we had spent so much time going that I didn't
know what time it was because I'm getting two different times from two different devices
on me. I can't explain the time piece thing. I can't to this
day. But we went back down and as we're going down, he's leading
because now he's mad, he's ex military. He's like, I'm gonna go
down this hill. I'm going home today. That was his mentality. Me.
I'm struggling with a cold. I'm trying to get down with him.
I'm probably a couple of yards behind him on the way down this trail.
And then event actually I hear him yell through the bushes and the switchbacks,
what is this? What is this? And I come, I start sprinting.
I'm like, all right, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming,
I'm coming. And we eventually had found where we had missed the turn,
and we were at the lake where we wanted to be in the middle
of the night. I don't know why we got lost, except for the
fact that you know, people be like, oh it was dark. Well,
fear and adrenaline will do a lot to you, and you will make
decisions in the dark, especially when you see something that you can't explain.
You're gonna make mistakes, you're gonna go up or down, left or right.
You're just going to get as far away from that as you can.
And I think that's a lot of where these people go missing, and they
don't understand where they go missing. We spent the night up there. We
built the biggest fire you could possibly imagine, because we were just terrified that
thing was still out there. We didn't hear anything the rest of the night,
but that morning I remember waking up in my sleeping bag and I wasn't
eyes wide awake, but it sounded like children or younger people or I don't
know, people talking in the trees around our camp, and I just shut
my eyes. I was like, you know, it's hikers. It's early
hikers Washington. It's known for that, the early hikers coming up here having
a good time. My brother heard it as well, and about thirty minutes
later, I get out of my bag, you know, I wake up
enough to move. He's making Coffee's like, do you hear that? Smart?
I was like, yeah, it sound like it sounds like a family
or something, a bunch of kids, something like that, you know,
And he's like, yeah, that's what I too, but I didn't see
nobody. I was like, that's strange. And then shortly after that,
we packed up after breakfast, went back down, did our crossings, got
back to the car, and at the trailhead there was no car, not
a single car. And then we looked at each other and we knew what
we were thinking at the same time. It was, well, what was
that up on the hill that we just came down. Sounded like a family,
sounded like talking, sounded but we couldn't distinct words. It was just
more like, it's like, what did they say? Well, I don't
know what they said. Wasn't putting sentences together, but we both had heard
it. And we drove. We got on the truck, we drive down
the mountain and it's a long drive. It's probably about thirty minute drive off
the mountain from the trailhead, and there wasn't a single car the whole way
down, and we didn't see a single car until we hit the small town
that's at the base of the mountain, and we were like, that doesn't
make any sense. From what I'm assuming it was a group of them that
night on that mountain. I assumed that playing around with the night vision goggles
and sending out that beam of light. They saw that we couldn't see it,
but they did. We probably lit up that whole side has that mountain
to them, and they wanted to see what that was. And the big
boy who was hiding behind the boulders, who stood up and let us get
a good look at him. He was the one who was in charge of
that group, and he was not pleased with us whatsoever. The fear I
don't know if he sent out infrasounds, I don't know what he did.
But the fear that was distilled in us, besides the fact of seeing something
that just shouldn't be there, sent us up that mountain like we were just
scared children, so high that we were actually in the clouds, in the
fog of this of the sky, this cold, damp fog. We were
in the clouds, and we realized that, and that's what made us turn
around and come back down. I hear these stories of missing people in the
woods. I hear these stories of you know that the guy who's been writing
the Missing four one one books. Stuff like that very real. And I
don't think that you're just getting taken either. I think you run for your
life because you're so terrified, and no one finds you, and we were
lucky to keep a cool head. Again. I don't understand the time changes
on my devices. I don't understand any of that whatsoever. That is very
weird. And I had to reset my watch when I got off the mountain.
But I still go out there all the time. I still explore the
woods all the time. I actually live in a fifth will full time because
I love it so much. I love being around nature. I love I've
seen dear. I've had experiences with mountain lions trying to take my son during
a family camping trip, because we camped in a rock quarry and all you
gotta do is you shoot a shotgun off and they'll run. But these things
they don't run. They want you to run. They want you to be
afraid. They want you as far away from where they are as possible,
and if you just so happen to be there, they can scare you just
by existing. They're very real, very loud. And I warned my son
constantly because he loves it so much as well. That's why that's why he
tells me, You know, Dad, you gotta listen to these podcasts or
Dad, you gotta tell your stories or whatever. He knows it real,
but he doesn't know the severity of it because I never wanted to tell him
the one true stories of what I have seen because I didn't want him to
be afraid of it. But I know one day, if he keeps down
this path, he's going to go out into those woods and he is going
to come face to face with it, just like his old man has so
many times, and he's going to be calling me, going Dad, and
I'd be like, he did the right thing, because you're giving me a
call. You're not missing. You did a good job, son. Just
be careful. Well that's it for tonight show. If you've had a big
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