That’s Where Sasquatch Lives - My Bigfoot Sighting Episode 121

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go to my Bigfootsiding dot com. My big Foot siding happened just south of
Mount Shasta. It was August of twenty twenty. We decided to take a
road trip to the north west corner of California because, being the enthusiast that
we are, we thought it would be great to go visit some sites that
have been notorious, as you might call it, for Bigfoot sidings or interactions.
And I had just finished reading The Missing four one one series. I
had just finished reading about the Hoopa Indian Reservation, and we thought it would
be great to just hook up to the fifth whee in the big truck,
take the dog, and let's just go on a road trip. Now,
being twenty twenty, I think our best option because everything was closed, so
we wanted to take some time off and just have a fun trip by ourselves.
So it's one hundred and twenty degrees where we live in the Arizona Desert,
and it just looked nice to us to go up to cooler temperatures.
So once we got out of the desert and we got up into northern California,
we were headed west on Highway forty four, which is a very small,
two lane highway. It has no shoulder in most areas, so if
you think you need to pull off to the side, you're not going to
because one side of the highway, which would be on the south side of
the highway, is river with boulders and very steep drop offs and bolt it's
just there's no place to pull off on that side. There's just a thin,
little razor edge to the highway on the south side, and that would
have been the driver's side of the truck. And then on the passenger side
of the truck, no place to pull over whatsoever, no shoulder, just
hillside and then off in the distance to the north you can see Mount Shasta.
I think the closest community would have been Whiskey Town. There's little stops
along the highway, and there's nowhere for somebody to pull off the road,
get out of their car and hike down to that river or hike up the
hill. It's just highway and there was moderate traffic. It was about two
in the afternoon, beautiful weather, very bright sky, a little bit of
knee hithe grass on the driver side, the cliff side that goes down to
the river. And my eyes were going back and forth because I knew what
country we were in. I knew we were in weirdo town because there's so
much that's attributed to Mount Shasta area. People have reported so many different weird
things in that area. So and it's just a general habit of mine.
When my husband's driving, I'm always just taking in the scenery, looking around
and what are we on this trip for. It's a kind of a big
footing trip, And of course I'm gonna look for a roadside crossing and the
daylight, you don't expect to see anything, maybe a deer, maybe a
skunk. But passing by this river, I kept glancing down there because I
thought, you know, if I was gonna see a bigfoot, it would
probably be down there because there's the river, and there's a little bit of
shade, there's a little bit of cover. It's a warm day for this
area. As we were passing this one particular bend, it was kind of
a curve where we were curving towards the north. I look towards the grass
that's on the left side, the driver's side of the truck, and we're
not going very fast forty five miles per hour, and there's a brownish red
hair covered head and shoulders of something that is next to the highway, but
down low because it's a cliff right there. So whatever it was was standing
b low highway and in the cover of that grass, and it was kneeling
down. It was squatting down to get out of you. And what struck
me was it wasn't like a bear's head. It wasn't flat, it was
round like a person's head, and it was a lot of reddish brown hair,
not fur. It would look like hair, and as we went by,
I couldn't say anything to my husband. I was stunned and nothing could
go through my brain. I just was stunned, and it was a good
ten minutes before finally I said to my husband, I saw something back there,
and he goes, oh, yeah, cool. So I don't know
if he took me seriously, but I really couldn't say let's stop the truck
and get out because it was miles before or we got to an area where
there was a shoulder or a turnoff, and so finally when we did,
there was so many people, and you know, we had a fifth wheel
behind the truck. There is no doing an easy U turn to go back
and look in an area. It's a big camper, and so we stopped
and we looked to see if there was a ranger station, and of course
it's twenty twenty. The ranger station's closed. So we continued on our trip.
But it was like something happened to my brain. I was so shocked
that I had trouble coming up with the words just describing to my husband what
I saw. And it was a while. It was a while before I
finally got my tongue back where before I was finally able to say. It
was reddish brown hair, and it was ducking down like it was hiding from
us, and it was rounded. It wasn't a flathead, it wasn't a
bear. It was And I was so mad at myself not being able to
voke lies what I saw. But and I thought, how who is going
to believe me when I say we went on a big footing trip and I
saw one on the side of the road. But you know, we sometimes
you just don't socialize with the right kind of people. I suppose. It
was so fascinating to see something that we had longed to see for so long,
and yet it shocked me so much that I was speechless. And I'm
never speechless. I have plenty to say all the time. So we camped
in Willow Creek that night because we wanted to go to the Bigfoot Museum.
And we thought, well, let's there's no like campground that we could go
to, because at the time there's forest fires and the Forest Service had taken
over anything that would have resembled a campground that was their base camp. So
we decided to just go up towards the mountains. I know from reading books
about that area you couldn't go to hoop A reservation because of twenty twenty it
was closed off too, So we just took roads back roads up into the
mountains and we backed our fifth wheel into an area that was right next to
a stream and one of those creepy nights where you hear things up in the
forest above you. There's moss all over the trees hanging. So when we
were out there with our flashlights looking you, all you could hear was the
babbling of the creek, and looking around with your flashlights you just see the
moss and the trees, and you know, it was damp and cold,
something we're not used to, so we didn't stay outside for too long.
But yeah, it was a strange feeling to be in bigfootland and hearing weird
crashing sounds of something up the hill from you. Strategically, any kind of
a predator is going to stay above anything that it's interested in, and we
thought, wow, what could be up there making that noise above us,
so that you know, that could have been a bear, That could have
been anything. But what I saw on the side of the road before that
was that was no bear. And there's very few things in the world that
have the posture that a bigfoot has or a human has it. And if
so, if it was a bigfoot, it would have been a smaller one.
The height I would say was maybe five to six feet tall because it
was not a large head, it was not a wide shoulder. It was
more of a person that's an average height. But the sun was shining right
on the spot where it was standing, so I had a really good look
at that color of that hair, and it's the same color that I color
my hair too. I thought that was kind of funny, but very very
brief siding maybe four sets seconds. We weren't going very fast, but as
it duck down it went out of view with that tall grass. The rest
of that trip uneventful, which was super disappointing because I researched all of these
places in northern California that would have been a most likely place to see a
bigfoot, and the one place that we saw something or I saw something was
not on the map. I hadn't done any kind of reading up on Shasta
to do anything there. And then a previous experience that we had we signed
up for our first BFRO expedition, and that was in twenty seventeen. It
was July of twenty seventeen, and it's in Arizona, and a lot of
people I work in a salon, a lot of customers were like, why
would you go looking for Bigfoot in Arizona because they all are under the assumption
that there's just one Bigfoot and he lives in californ or Washington. And I'd
explained to them there's this area, it's called the muggy On Rim. It's
like the Grand Canyon, but it's completely covered in beautiful, massive Ponderosa pines
and you can't put your arms around them. They're huge. And it's this
massive canyon that goes for hundreds of miles. It's the world's largest Ponderosa pine
forest. It goes for hundreds of miles to the east, all the way
to the New Mexico border. And for many, many years there's been the
Muggyon Monster stories, people with scary interactions with something up there. Well,
this group of BFIO investigators and people that were just enthusiasts. You go through
this process where they've got to interview you and okay, you to go with
the group, and thankfully we pass the test. I guess they want to
make sure that you're going for the rite intentions. And so I had to
explain that I grew up in Arkansas, and so Boggy Creek was a matter
of fact for us in Arkansas. I came from Green County. That was
where I was born, and in Green County that's where the first Sasquatch experience
or citing appeared in a print newspaper, and it was many, many decades
ago. So Bigfoot was just a fact for us that were in northern Arkansas.
And I always wanted to go on a BFRO expedition. I never had
the money or the resources, and I never brought it up to my husband.
And finally when I told him, Hey, there's an expedition in July,
and we're probably gonna have to camp in a tent because it's in very
very remote wilderness. We won't be able to take camper and it's for a
Bigfoot expedition. And he didn't have much to say at first, and then
eventually he started talking about spending time with his fo in the Oregon wilderness when
he was a child, and he said the screams that he would hear coming
out of the forest would just turn his blood cold, and that excited me.
I was, Oh, gosh, yes, we're going. So we
took six months to get night vision, infrared listening device, recording device,
We had all of the equipment. It took us six months to get it
all put together because we really didn't have what we needed to start with.
We drove six and a half hours to get to the buggy on Rim and
it was right in the middle of the state and we live on the far
western half of the state, and we had never met any of these people
before and did not know what to expect. We were told ahead of time
that we couldn't bring firearms, and you know, there's there's a code of
conduct, and we're like, wow, this is the big time Wow.
And we get there and and it's a very cool, casual group of people
from all different areas of the state, and everybody's got this really diverse background.
It was so fascinating to get to know these people. One was an
expert in botany, and one was a retired police officer, and one was
an insurance investigator, and one was a supervisor for construction companies. But everybody
had the same thing in common. Sasquatch or Bigfoot. So we sat around
the campfire the first night and we all talked about why we were there,
what brought us to sign up for a Bigfoot expedition in the first place,
and what excited me is hearing the same thing over and over. Well,
when I was a kid, I saw this on TV and I'm like,
oh, yeah, Saturday mornings used to be the only time that you could
watch the sasquatch shows or the ghost shows. There's a couple of channels that
did it. And it was right before Halloween and that was it, and
the rest of the year nothing. And then when the Internet really got big
and BFRO started their website, I spent hours looking at people's reports of their
experiences, and I put myself in their shoes because it was just so terrifying
sometimes and fascinating. And here I was sitting with a couple of investigators that
wrote reports for these really amazing experiences, and I'm like, oh my gosh,
I'm like a little celebrity chaser here. I can't believe I'm sitting here
with these people, very matter of fact people mixed in with very animated,
excited people that you know, did you hear that that was a big foot.
You know, it was a great mix of people to have our first
experience with it was a really neat forest with the ferns that grow up to
waste height and the tree that go up so far up and cover the ground
where you have just darkness in a lot of areas of this forest because it's
so shaded from the sun. And then beautiful, beautiful skies in the evenings,
but you really couldn't see much of it, just the pink through the
pine trees because we were really deep into the forest. We camped in a
humongous circle that took up about four acres, so we were all spread out
pretty good. The first night that we set up our tent, we heard
wolves howling in the distance because there's this reintroduction of Mexican gray wolves and they
were hanging out in that area at that time, so that was a huge
introduction to how remote we were the wolves were nearby. There's elk, there's
mule deer, there's wild turkeys, there's raccoons, skunks, there's a Quadamundays
and I've never seen a quad of Monday in person until I went to a
bigfoot expedition, So it was like being in a different world. And I'd
been told previously that other BFRO expeditions happened in that same area, and the
people that came from California and other places, they said, this is not
Arizona. This couldn't be Arizona. It is just the elevations eight thousand feet.
There's soil instead of sand, and all of these humongous pine trees everywhere,
And put a drone up and you can circle around and you can see
there's nothing but a canopy of green for miles and miles and miles. So
that expedition, it was structured very very nicely, where we split up into
teams. Each team had at least one female. Everybody split up with their
technology that they brought as well. We had our night vision and our infra
red and so my husband was on one team, I was on another,
and each team was separated by miles. So we tried to communicate with handheld
radios, but we were all so spread out and we had canyons in between
us at times, so sometimes you could hear, sometimes you couldn't. But
anytime anybody was going to try and do anything like a woodknock. We would
say something on the radio first, going to do a wood knock in ten
seconds, and I'm going to do two, and so then you'd wait and
then you do your two woodknocks, and then everybody stops and listens. And
that worked a lot of the time, you know, as long as the
radios were working, not a huge amount of interaction. But it was windy.
The very first expedition night that we went out, we had an area
that my team went to that is nicknamed Spooky Camp because it is spooky.
It's like devoid of noise for some reason. The acoustics are just like that
where you can clap your hands and there is no echo, there is nothing.
The dead sound is amazing in that spot. Well, Spooky Camp.
It's kind of on the edge of a ridge, of course, covered by
these huge ponderosa pines, and you can follow a trail that goes down into
this canyon. And before my team split up to go to that spot,
one of the team leaders, who is one of those very matter of fact
people, she shows me a map and she says, this is where you
are going to be, and she pointed to this little valley and she said
Sasquatch lives there, and that I had just the fear in my chest because
this is a person that, as I had gotten to know her, I'm
like, this is not a person that exaggerates. So we went our separate
ways. On that first night X edition. We were trying wood knocks,
we were trying rock clacks, we were trying calls, and then the wind
picked up and all you could really hear was the trees and the wind.
And so finally, after a while of being out there, about ten o'clock
at night, breezy loud, we all said, okay, let's head back
to base camp. So our group we go back to where the truck is.
It was about a fifteen minute hike from where we had been down in
that valley, and I kept searching with my night vision. I'm like,
that's where Sasquatch lives. I'm going to see him, and never saw anything.
So we get up to the truck and the truck is kind of like
what I could. It's parked in an area that's kind of like a cul
de sac. It's a turnaround area on a forest road that has no trees
in it, so you can park there and be out of the trees.
Trees are all around it, and as I'm waiting for Tammy to unlock the
doors, it was her truck. I'm standing on the passenger side in pitch
black because nobody's got lights on. We've got them, but nobody's using them.
We're trying to minimize noise and light pollution everywhere we go. And I'd
started taking all of my gear off because I had a waste pack that had
stuff in it. I took my headlamp off and something hit my foot,
and so as I'm digging trying to find my headlamp see what that was because
the forest was to my back, I hear Preston on the other side of
the truck, who's also waiting for the doors to unlock. He says,
I just got hit with a pine cone. And so finally I find my
headlamp and I looked down and there was a rounded, like maybe eight inch
piece of wood that had come from somewhere, and it hit me in the
side of the foot like it had been tossed over from the forest out in
the darkness. We heard nothing, but both of us got hit like that,
and so everybody decided let's just hang out here. For a little bit.
Maybe something's going on. So we tried to talk casually, you know,
and how do you talk casually when all of a sudden all of the
hairs are up on the back of your neck and you're like, oh,
something is in the forest. We okay, well, let's just talk and
pretend like we didn't notice anything. And all I could think of is,
I'll tell a joke. It was a very inappropriate joke, and nobody laughed.
So then we finally managed to just kind of mill around and talk,
and it was sometime. We kept looking in our night visions, we kept
looking through the forest trying to see just something. And after about ten minutes
of mailing around and talking, we hear what sounds very heavy footprints walking away
from us. Crash crash, crash, crash, crash, And it got
quieter as it went. And I know the area now where those footsteps came
from. We've hiked in that area since then, and there's some deadfall,
there's a lot of pine needles, there's a lot of boulders, and then
it goes off the edge of the precipice there back down into the valley,
and so we knew, well, something was here and it took off.
So we get in the truck and we head back to base camp and we
relayed our story to everybody there, and so we talked about the piece of
wood hitting me, and of course the team leader she says, well,
where's the piece of wood. I'm like, oh, I didn't think about
bringing it with me. It's still sitting there. So we retrieved it the
next day. But it was a couple of days of hiking around, like
during the day and at night, and a little bit of did you hear
that? And not great experiences on my part. There were other people on
the team that had fabulous experiences and they were excitedly telling us about it.
At the end of the night around base camp. The fifth day that we
were there, heavy heavy rainstorm moved in with hail and wind and rain,
and our tent was getting washed out and we were just soaked and finally the
rain stops, and it really was a heavy downpour, was a major monsoon
on top of that mountain. Finally the rain stops. Everything is soaked,
the ground, the trees, everything, and we're just kind of regrouping.
What do we do? This is our last night here. We all decided
from base camp. Since there's not going to be a lot of driving around
in the mud, let's stay at base camps, play some calls from somebody's
phone and magnify it so it can be heard. Let's take some laser pointers
and let's light up the trees a little bit, and let's pick some positions
in our base camp area and let's do that. So it was just a
whole lot of goofery where we were playing really loud calls and flashing lights and
it was just it probably looked like nonsense, but we thought, well,
this is what we can do. And nothing happened. It was probably about
eleven PM and we noticed a truck coming down the road and they said,
oh, that was our guy. He went down the road to what we
call broken mirror by himself, and he must be on his way back.
Now, a broken mirror has a history. There was a couple who had
a camp site set up in this little air by themselves in the forest,
and the mirror on their camper van was broken by a huge tree limb that
was thrown from the forest at them in broad daylight. So it's called broken
mirror, and so nobody talked to the guy that had been down there.
He just went into his tent and really, huh, maybe we should go
down to Broken Mirror since he's not there anymore. So five of us piled
in our land rover and we went down there. And it wasn't a very
far drive. It was probably two miles from base camp. And again everything
is just wet and cold and silent, because once again we're in one of
those areas of the forest where the sound just is dead. There's no echo.
If you make a sound, there's no sound coming from the forest.
It seems like all of the animals decided it's been raining all day, I'm
just going to go to bed. And we get into this Broken Mirror area
and it's a round bear area with a rock camps campfire area in the very
center probably measures about thirty feet across this bear area, and if you look
straight up in the middle, you're looking at stars really surrounded by very,
very thick Ponderosa pine where when we would look through our night vision or our
thermal, all we saw was tree, tree, tree, tree tree,
You could they were just solid. We spotted a mule deer as we were
getting parked, but get out of the truck and we all decide together,
Okay, we're gonna put all of our electronics away and we're just gonna listen,
and didn't hear anything for a while. Called back to base camp with
our radios and we had Carl with us. Carl is back at base camp,
and Carl does a fantastic bigfoot howl and he's got lungs like you wouldn't
believe, and so we asked him if he wanted to try a bigfoot howl
from base camp and it we heard it. It came across the canyon to
us. It was a really good howl. And when he did that,
we heard rustling in the trees around us, like small animals moving. Don't
know why they decided that moment to get upset, but then it would go
silent and then nothing for a little while. So Preston had a fantastic idea.
There's these rocks all over the place up there because it's an ancient ocean
bed, and there's these pieces of coral that you know, it's all broken
up in its rocks, so you can find everywhere a rock, no matter
where you are. And so Preston said, I'm going to do a couple
of rock clacks. Okay, well, we're standing in the center of this
clearing. Preston does two rock clacks and immediately to our left two rock claques
in response, and that stunned all of us. We didn't expect to have
anything in response, no echo. It was a pause of about five seconds
after Preston did his two rock clacks, and then we hear this off to
our left. The sound was close, but not that close, maybe one
hundred yards away from us. So now we're now we're alarmed, and we're
all just speaking so so quietly to each other because we want to make sure
everybody is armed, and we all are. We all were packing because you
don't know what you're going to run into in the forest at night. And
we stood there silently for little while, and Preston decided to do more rock
clacks, but this time he did three, and when he did three,
there was no response, and so we waited a little while longer in the
silence, and then Preston picked up the rocks again and he did two rock
clacks, and immediately we get a response from straight ahead, which would be
from the north. Two rock clacks, quite audible, and no question,
it was within one hundred yards. So this of course terrified us because we
just we just heard rock clacks to our left. Now we hear too from
straight ahead of us, and we're peeking in our night vision and seeing nothing
but trees, and in between all of this you hear nothing from the forest.
It's silent. There's just silence, cold dead silence. Preston decides to
do another rock class. He does one, no response, so he puts
the rocks back down and we mill about, of course scared out of our
wits at this point, but we're together, We're getting closer and closer to
each other. We've all unconsciously backed ourselves up against each other in the very
middle of this clearing, and we're just expecting at any minute something to come
busting out of those trees at us. So everybody's got their hand on their
weapon, and he picks up the rocks again and he does two rock clacks,
and immediately to our right, two rock clacks coming right back at us
out of the forest. So now we are really scared, but nobody's saying
anything. We're trying not to we're not trying not to blow it. We're
obviously having some sort of an interaction here, and one of the people there
can't remember his name. He's been on many expeditions, he's had many experiences,
and he said, I have never experienced anything like this before, And
of course that makes you even more terrified, like, hey, you're supposed
to be the one with the experience and we're the newbies and we're counting on
you. So we stood there for a little bit. Nobody's saying anything,
but for some reason, all of us at the same time, it was
kind of like the Scooby Doo gang running to get into the mystery machine.
All of us ran and got in that land rover as fast as we could,
and we got back down the road, and it wasn't a real chatty
bunch in the land rover on our way back to base camp. I think
we were all just so shocked at what we had just experienced. And I
was explaining to my husband, you know, it's believed by some that these
rock clacks that they do are to communicate with each other when they're out on
a hunt, and so how mad are they if us idiots are out in
the middle of the forest messing with them when they're trying to hunt. And
so we get back to base camp. Everybody else is asleep, so we
had nobody we could tell our story to. And all I could think to
do was write it down in my little notebook, because I thought to write
down everything so I can remember this, so I can look back on this
and go, oh, yeah, that's right, that happened too. And
so finally the next day we were able to tell everybody about that story about
the rock clacks. And you know, it's one of those things where you
had to be there. We had some fog rolling in because it's canyons.
I had my camera and I wanted to get a picture of that fog rolling
into the canyon, and so my husband and I we went down the road
where we would easily have a view of the canyon above the pine trees,
and I said, you park right here. I'm going to walk down into
that little meadow. I want to get a photo of that fog. So
it's just me and my camera. He stayed back up at the truck,
and the whole time that I'm walking around down that meadow trying to get my
photos, I can hear it kind of sounded like voices. It was.
It was broad daylight, maybe ten am. There was no wind. It
was just that fog rolling in, but I could hear it was kind of
like when you stand underneath really big transmission lines for electricity, where you hear
that hum, but there were no power lines. I was down in a
meadow in the middle of nowhere, and I could hear it was like voices
floating in the air all around me. I wasn't alarmed. I didn't feel
scared. It was just strange. So I turn around, thinking that my
husband's got the radio on in the truck and I can just hear it down
the hill. I start walking back up the pathway towards him, and there
he is. He's on the pathway and towards me, and he said I
was up at the truck and I swear I heard somebody say hi, and
all I said, well, that's weird, because down the hill from me,
from where we are there, actually I could hear voices floating in the
air. It was very strange. And we both went huh oh. We
got in the truck and went back to base camp, and there was just
so many weird things that happened up on that mountain that I finally said to
somebody at the end of that expedition, it's as if this was paranormal stuff
rather than Bigfoot stuff. And they winced because I guess there's this there's this
other faction of people that believe Bigfoot is a paranormal thing, and so I
didn't know that at the time, but it was like being in the Sherwood
forest because no matter what time of day or night, something was happening around
you, stuff that you couldn't explain. So the whole drive home, that
was our last day there, the whole drive home, we were just shaking
our heads and going there's so much about that whole week that we can't explain.
So we thought, for sure, Okay, we're going to be meeting
these people and we're being told don't bring a firearm, so we're going to
have experiences in the forest. They're probably going to have people hiding out there
in the forest and making sounds and trying to scare us, and we'll believe
it's Bigfoot, and they don't want us to have firearms because they don't want
us shooting. They're a person that's out there in the woods. And then
we get there and we're told no, no, it's okay, you need
a firearm. There's mountain lions here, there's wolves here, there's things that
can really hurt you. You need to have a firearm, and oh,
okay, that changes things. So it really opened our eyes to a whole
new experience of doing these organized bigfoot expeditions where you go that is known for
activity, and whether it's published experiences on a website or not, it could
be just a word of mouth thing and a fantastic experience that you know,
we would tell our friends about it, because of course, our friends think
we're wacky for spending all this money on equipment and going on these adventures.
But when we told them what we experienced, then they started looking at websites
and watching YouTube videos and listening to podcasts because they know we're not crazy.
They just think we're wacky for going on these trips. But so there must
be something to this. If this is happening in Arizona as well as all
of these other places that you've traditionally heard about, then wow, maybe I
need to start paying attention to this stuff. And so it was kind of
cool that we turned a few people with our scary stories. But yeah,
what it all boils down to is we like being scared. Well, that's
it for tonight show. If you've had a big foot siding and would like
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us know. Thanks for listening, have a great night. Seen a bunch
of run down the hose towns where the church is the backbone, loves and
the bow and the fasting melodies coove in that the bomb man rose with the
roofs run deep beyond the nose of the busy streets with the songs of the
South of Su. Then I mean I hear the prompoch picking down home rhythm
ringing out add on run from Banjung music. Yeah, the sound of a
memory brings me back to the bluegrass playing the madadi jack just pick up,
can have been through it, getting through the tea on scrubs and Skaggs booking
name bears through this Tennessee jams. There's no other way that I do it.
And I hit the flum boat picking down on rhythm, ringing out that
over run from Banjong music. Yeah, something going backwards backwards and double tip
poking in the sword and the strumming look and took stuff. There's nothing end
of strumming, Now could you both live in more? I hit the firm
boat picking down, rhythm ringing us that all from from men of music,
the city that trass me on the dune, scars by with the paste on
the sterios to man, and I hit the brown bod picking down home to
the bringing nuts pad run from a bunch of music. Yeah, semming gallop
back words backwards and double tup picking in the sword and the strumming looking tucky
star because of the end and strumming nascut your boy living. When I hit
a bum bod picking down, bringing us battle from the past, seming gallop
back words back on the double down picking and the soul and the trumming looking
turks time because of the hat, the strumming down because you're wont live in.
When I hear the poum patch picking down room and the matchick and botchmin
Mama's best sweet tea kind of sounds battle round from bedroom