There was a Sasquatch Standing Right Next to that Tree - My Bigfoot Sighting Episode 210

<v Speaker 1>Hey, you there, thanks for tuning in. You're ready for
<v Speaker 1>another episode of my big Foot sighting.
<v Speaker 2>All right, then let's do this.
<v Speaker 3>Seen a bunch of run down, no horse towns where
<v Speaker 3>the church at the backbone, laws and the bow and
<v Speaker 3>the fasting melodies coove in with the bomb man rose
<v Speaker 3>with the roofs run deep beyond the nose of the
<v Speaker 3>busy streets with the songs of the South of su
<v Speaker 3>Then when I hear the promp porch picking down home
<v Speaker 3>rhythm bringing out I Don't Run from Banjung music.
<v Speaker 2>Yeah, if you've had a bigfoot sighting and would like
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<v Speaker 4>My bigfoot sightings all happened within three miles of my home.
<v Speaker 4>The very first contact I ever had was audio. I
<v Speaker 4>was at my son's home in Eatonville, Washington. It was
<v Speaker 4>evening September twenty seventeen. We were sitting around the fire
<v Speaker 4>in the yard, just enjoying the evening, and out of nowhere,
<v Speaker 4>a horrific cry ripped through the night.
<v Speaker 1>It really did. It was a very.
<v Speaker 4>Long, extended, in powerful cry, and I swear I could
<v Speaker 4>feel the vibrations of it going through my body and
<v Speaker 4>through my feet. Now there are four of us sitting
<v Speaker 4>around this fire pit. We were all talking and chatting
<v Speaker 4>and silence, not even the dogs bark hearing that. And
<v Speaker 4>it continued and it kept going and going. By the
<v Speaker 4>fourth time, I had no clue what I was listening to.
<v Speaker 4>And I looked at everybody and I said, what is that?
<v Speaker 4>What is making that sound? I've never heard an animal
<v Speaker 4>sound like that, and there's no way a human being
<v Speaker 4>could be that powerful. My daughter in law, just as
<v Speaker 4>calm as could be, who grew up in the Eatonville
<v Speaker 4>span Away area, said, it's a bigfoot, you know, Sasquash. Now,
<v Speaker 4>my mom is Native American, she was Blackfoot. We had
<v Speaker 4>a lot of stories rampires of Sasquash. As a kid,
<v Speaker 4>I always thought it was literally a mystical animal, mystical.
<v Speaker 4>I grew up in Washington, y'all hear the stories about
<v Speaker 4>bigfoot in Sasquash. But to hear it, I was like,
<v Speaker 4>I was skeptical. I really was. I wasn't really sure
<v Speaker 4>that's exactly what it was, but I knew I'd never
<v Speaker 4>heard it before, and I blew that off. A year later,
<v Speaker 4>I'm driving to my son's house to babysit. It really
<v Speaker 4>was a year later. It was August of twenty seventeen.
<v Speaker 4>I was about seven minutes from my home on Highway
<v Speaker 4>seven oh two.
<v Speaker 1>I was coming up a hill.
<v Speaker 4>At the crest of it, there is a little convenience
<v Speaker 4>store on the right hand side of the road with
<v Speaker 4>a GigE antiqu fir tree at the entrance to their driveway.
<v Speaker 1>I could see the store parking lot. It was lit up.
<v Speaker 1>Everything was lit up.
<v Speaker 4>My first thought was somebody finally put in a floodlight here.
<v Speaker 4>It's a dangerous intersection. But looking into the parking lot
<v Speaker 4>of the CCPT the country store, it wasn't coming from them.
<v Speaker 4>That light wasn't there. There was a sasquash standing right
<v Speaker 4>next to that tree. He was just standing there. At
<v Speaker 4>this point, I my foot was off of the gas.
<v Speaker 4>I'm going uphill right, I'm tapping my brake. I'm not
<v Speaker 4>sure of what's going on here. He stepped away from
<v Speaker 4>that tree in one step. It was probably it's probably
<v Speaker 4>a good five plus feet from that tree over the
<v Speaker 4>ditch to the side of the road. I had come
<v Speaker 4>to a full stop. I hadn't completely crested the hill.
<v Speaker 4>I was right at the precipice of it. It was
<v Speaker 4>still brightly lit. He took another step that put him
<v Speaker 4>directly in front of our truck. This is an old
<v Speaker 4>nineteen nineties F two fifty. The hood comes to my shoulders.
<v Speaker 4>I'm five foot five. Okay, he was so close to
<v Speaker 4>my truck. If he had just tilted to his left,
<v Speaker 4>he'd been leaning on it, that's how close he was.
<v Speaker 4>I squeaked my head up over the steering wheel, and
<v Speaker 4>I'm looking up and up going through that tinty area
<v Speaker 4>of that windshield, and he is looking at me.
<v Speaker 1>He was beautiful.
<v Speaker 4>His face, just his face looked like a human face
<v Speaker 4>with a shorter forehead, thicker brow ridge. His eyebrows did
<v Speaker 4>not connect. His hair was brown towards the scalp in
<v Speaker 4>his skin.
<v Speaker 1>And I say hair because it wasn't fur. Okay. The
<v Speaker 1>hair came over his shoulders. I did not see any ears.
<v Speaker 4>It just barely brushed his shoulders in the back of
<v Speaker 4>his neck, so I didn't see the neck either.
<v Speaker 1>In the front. His lips were wide.
<v Speaker 4>They were very thin, but it was a I mean
<v Speaker 4>white as a white mouth with thin lips. The hair
<v Speaker 4>on his cheekbones was very sparse. The look between his
<v Speaker 4>little squinty his eye as he looked at me, Because
<v Speaker 4>he turned his head and looked at me as I
<v Speaker 4>was looking at him. His eyes were amber and they glowed.
<v Speaker 4>I don't know how they glowed. My headlights didn't reach
<v Speaker 4>his head. I don't even know how I saw all
<v Speaker 4>of him that I saw to this day. I could
<v Speaker 4>see light coming through the ends of his hair. I
<v Speaker 4>can understand why people think they disappear, because the ends
<v Speaker 4>of his hair looked like it was fluorescent. The hair
<v Speaker 4>on his body, it was translucent. That's the word I'm
<v Speaker 4>looking for. The hair on his arms was about four
<v Speaker 4>inches long. It looked like somebody had brushed him. There
<v Speaker 4>was no odor. The truck wouldn't it was open. In fact,
<v Speaker 4>I hung my head out the window because his next
<v Speaker 4>step he was still looking at me, and his next
<v Speaker 4>step took him from in front of my truck over
<v Speaker 4>the center line and close to the edge of the road.
<v Speaker 4>He still had one foot on the road. Okay. I
<v Speaker 4>could see every muscle, every muscle, the rippling of the
<v Speaker 4>motion as he moved, just that look from the abdomen up.
<v Speaker 4>It was hips up in front of my truck. So
<v Speaker 4>his legs had to be up to the hips about
<v Speaker 4>five feet long.
<v Speaker 1>I he had to be nine feet tall. He was huge.
<v Speaker 4>The muscles that rippled around his body put incredible hulk
<v Speaker 4>to shame. I could see the straiations of the muscle
<v Speaker 4>bands and I lost key of his abdominal muscles.
<v Speaker 1>At eight.
<v Speaker 4>There was more to go, but he was no longer
<v Speaker 4>in front of me to keep counting. Then I got
<v Speaker 4>to see his backside and the muscles that wrapped around
<v Speaker 4>from his chest and his shoulders all the way down
<v Speaker 4>his back. He did have hair on his back, it
<v Speaker 4>wasn't really thick. The hair on the back of his
<v Speaker 4>buttocks and the back of his thighs was sparse. The
<v Speaker 4>hair on his inner arms was almost nonexistent. He had
<v Speaker 4>the longer hair on the outer portion of his arms.
<v Speaker 4>On his thighs, there was longer hair on the front.
<v Speaker 1>There was.
<v Speaker 4>Almost no hair on the front of his calves. Behind
<v Speaker 4>the calves there was quite a bit of hair. The
<v Speaker 4>top of his feet was very sparsely haired. The bottoms
<v Speaker 4>of his feet were ashy gray, like the palms of
<v Speaker 4>his hands. He took his third step that took him
<v Speaker 4>off of the road. He went over the top of
<v Speaker 4>another ditch and was on an embankment to an open pasture.
<v Speaker 4>This pasture, it was just an open ground with some
<v Speaker 4>brush and some short trees that butted up to the
<v Speaker 4>forest that's there. There is a church that was on
<v Speaker 4>the other side of that pasture he headed.
<v Speaker 1>There was a trail.
<v Speaker 4>I saw this later on in the day, but there
<v Speaker 4>was a trail that goes up and into where that
<v Speaker 4>pasture was and goes across the pasture, and that is
<v Speaker 4>the trail that I watched him walk.
<v Speaker 1>He walked towards the church and I saw him do
<v Speaker 1>all of this.
<v Speaker 4>At this point, I had taken my foot off the
<v Speaker 4>break I was rolling up. It's a high idol on
<v Speaker 4>that truck. I rolled up to the crest of the hill.
<v Speaker 4>There's an intersection.
<v Speaker 1>I stopped.
<v Speaker 4>I could see him At the end of the church
<v Speaker 4>parking lot, about twenty feet from the woodline. A semi
<v Speaker 4>truck went past. Everything was gone. The light was gone,
<v Speaker 4>he was gone. Everything was gone. And I think to myself,
<v Speaker 4>all that light came from that semi. I haven't seen
<v Speaker 4>any that do that yet, but that's my explanation for
<v Speaker 4>how well lit up it was.
<v Speaker 1>That would also just happened fast in my head.
<v Speaker 4>I could see his hair flowing on his arms as
<v Speaker 4>he walked.
<v Speaker 1>It was beautiful. He was beautiful.
<v Speaker 4>I felt no threat, just complete awe. And when he
<v Speaker 4>turned his head and looked at me, because my impression
<v Speaker 4>was this.
<v Speaker 1>Is what.
<v Speaker 4>God made men to look like, amazing and spectacular, just
<v Speaker 4>the raw beauty of that male physique.
<v Speaker 1>And he looked at me, and that's I swear there
<v Speaker 1>was a smirk.
<v Speaker 4>He could read what was going on in my head.
<v Speaker 4>I don't believe I said it out loud. I could have,
<v Speaker 4>but I don't think I did. I thought about following him,
<v Speaker 4>I hesitated. I just sat there at that intersection for
<v Speaker 4>a few seconds.
<v Speaker 1>And that okay, I gotta go babysit.
<v Speaker 4>I get to my son's house, and I didn't know
<v Speaker 4>if I was even going to tell anybody, but my
<v Speaker 4>daughter in law had told me that's a bigfoot, that's
<v Speaker 4>a sasquash. So she was who I told. She grew
<v Speaker 4>up in the area. I didn't know.
<v Speaker 1>How far her thoughts went on this.
<v Speaker 4>And she laughed and immediately said, hey, jar, I guess what.
<v Speaker 1>Your mom saw.
<v Speaker 4>Now. I'm the hippie nana, and I do look at things,
<v Speaker 4>and I do see things differently. I get into trouble
<v Speaker 4>a lot, but it's nothing bad. I'm not a bad person.
<v Speaker 4>Everybody else I told about it, though, just teased me.
<v Speaker 4>My husband. They were like, well, were you drinking, you know,
<v Speaker 4>at three o'clock in the morning before I go babysit.
<v Speaker 4>I don't think so, that's not going to happen, But
<v Speaker 4>everybody raised me about it. To this day, I'm still
<v Speaker 4>teased very heavily about it. A week later, driving home,
<v Speaker 4>it's towards evening, probably about six pm, reverse from my
<v Speaker 4>son's house to mine, there was a female standing almost
<v Speaker 4>in the same zone, within fifty feet of where I
<v Speaker 4>had seen that male cross. She was red, She had
<v Speaker 4>large breasts, they hung down over her abdomen. Her hair
<v Speaker 4>looked clean, she had her arms behind her. I was
<v Speaker 4>going like fifty miles an hour. If she hadn't turned
<v Speaker 4>her head, and if I hadn't been lucky, because I
<v Speaker 4>was obsessed at this point. I had seen something there,
<v Speaker 4>and I still continue to look in that area on
<v Speaker 4>a regular basis. I looked there she was, she turned
<v Speaker 4>her head. It was like she was watching traffic on
<v Speaker 4>at that time of day seven on two is pretty busy,
<v Speaker 4>and I thought, why would she even try to.
<v Speaker 1>Cross this time of day?
<v Speaker 4>And then you know my thought after that, because I
<v Speaker 4>just kept going, you don't want to hold everybody up.
<v Speaker 1>They get very angry, and I thought, well, she could
<v Speaker 1>probably cross that road in three steps, just like you did.
<v Speaker 1>These Kauds are gigantic.
<v Speaker 4>They are so big, so fast forward.
<v Speaker 1>Where I live.
<v Speaker 4>Is in a residential neighborhood on the Nisqually River in Yelm.
<v Speaker 4>I have a piece of property that has about a
<v Speaker 4>fifty foot cliff that drops into the NISQUALLYA river. Across
<v Speaker 4>from me.
<v Speaker 1>Is JB. Lamb Acreage. It's a forest service area.
<v Speaker 4>I guess I have never heard them over there doing
<v Speaker 4>war games or practicing.
<v Speaker 1>Occasionally.
<v Speaker 4>I think they land on the other side of all
<v Speaker 4>of the trees and they're choppers and practice going up
<v Speaker 4>and down. The land over there has a nice sandy beach.
<v Speaker 4>There are trails that go back into the trees that
<v Speaker 4>I have noticed and seen, but I didn't really pay
<v Speaker 4>attention to them. I kept getting rocks thrown at my cliff.
<v Speaker 1>Big rocks.
<v Speaker 4>I mean like if a human hand were to pick
<v Speaker 4>up a full rock to fill their hand and throw it.
<v Speaker 4>I have an area of my cliff that slid into
<v Speaker 4>the river during a flood. It is nothing but rocks
<v Speaker 4>through there, so if you hit a rock, you're going
<v Speaker 4>to hit a big boulder if you throw one over there,
<v Speaker 4>and they just bounce down, so I can hear them
<v Speaker 4>bouncing down. At first, I thought it was the neighbor
<v Speaker 4>kids just throwing rocks and irritating my dogs, because my
<v Speaker 4>dogs kept running over into the north east corner of
<v Speaker 4>my yard losing their minds, and I honestly thought it
<v Speaker 4>was just obnoxious children. When those people moved out and
<v Speaker 4>I got new neighbors and I still continued to get
<v Speaker 4>the rocks, I thought, well, okay, I kind of paid
<v Speaker 4>attention to it. And then I in the warmer weather,
<v Speaker 4>I'm outside in the evenings. Many times I'll spend the
<v Speaker 4>night outside in my in my yard on a cot,
<v Speaker 4>either with myself or my grandchildren, and I could hear
<v Speaker 4>rocks being thrown into the river, big splashes in the rear.
<v Speaker 4>It'd wake me up at three o'clock in the morning
<v Speaker 4>and here chattering and laughter. But there's nobody down there.
<v Speaker 4>There is no way there's anybody down there. I hadn't
<v Speaker 4>seen anybody down there ever, but I could hear a
<v Speaker 4>group down there that kind of sounded like they were
<v Speaker 4>trying to kill the fish with a rock. I'm not
<v Speaker 4>gonna lie. If I were hungry and I had to
<v Speaker 4>kill a big salmon it was going up river, that
<v Speaker 4>would work.
<v Speaker 1>Because it just.
<v Speaker 4>Kept happening and happening, and I guess we had a
<v Speaker 4>good salmon run that year. But I could smell the
<v Speaker 4>dead fish completely out of my neighborhood, which is two
<v Speaker 4>miles out from the river. Smell that fish pulling into
<v Speaker 4>my community.
<v Speaker 1>It was horrible.
<v Speaker 4>It's the only year we've had it like that, And
<v Speaker 4>I thought, is there like something over there that's doing
<v Speaker 4>fishing and eating and stuff. At this point, I've heard
<v Speaker 4>tree knocks, whistles, owl calls, temper tantrums, chattering. One time
<v Speaker 4>there was a huge celebration, that's all I could call it,
<v Speaker 4>but evening it started with some rhythmic sounds like drum
<v Speaker 4>and just a lot of folks talking in a foreign language,
<v Speaker 4>like a native Spanish dialect. That's all I can come
<v Speaker 4>up with. But I could hear it.
<v Speaker 1>It was loud.
<v Speaker 4>I just didn't understand what was being said. A bit later,
<v Speaker 4>I could hear chanting and singing, and that went way
<v Speaker 4>into the night, and I accepted, I've got them back there.
<v Speaker 1>I know they're over there.
<v Speaker 4>It was about this time that I finally decided to
<v Speaker 4>talk with someone, and I contacted the BFRO. They put
<v Speaker 4>me in touch with Scott Taylor, who came and met
<v Speaker 4>with me out in front of the store where I
<v Speaker 4>had seen the sasquash standing and the female the sighting.
<v Speaker 4>I went through everything with him and told him what
<v Speaker 4>I had seen, and he did feel it was credible
<v Speaker 4>just on my description of what I had seen.
<v Speaker 1>My thought at that time was.
<v Speaker 4>Okay, maybe he will believe me when I tell him
<v Speaker 4>I think I've got them trying to get my attention
<v Speaker 4>in my backyard. He advised that I put out apples
<v Speaker 4>or peanut butter. He said they love peanut butter. So
<v Speaker 4>I decided to go home and try it. I took
<v Speaker 4>a brain new jar of peanut butter. I peeled the
<v Speaker 4>lid off of that that wrap. I set that out
<v Speaker 4>with the lid screwed back on, not tight, but screwed
<v Speaker 4>on fully.
<v Speaker 1>Just to see what would happen.
<v Speaker 4>I did a couple of rock clicks because I had
<v Speaker 4>noticed over repetition they would usually throw two rocks or
<v Speaker 4>cunk kunk two rocks. Then I would hear owl, hoots,
<v Speaker 4>and whistles and clicking. Now, this is right on the
<v Speaker 4>other side of my fence, on the cliff side, in
<v Speaker 4>a bunch of brush and bushes, very close to my home.
<v Speaker 1>Where I'm at my yard.
<v Speaker 4>There is a trail that used to go, well, there
<v Speaker 4>used to be a trail that went from that bunch
<v Speaker 4>of brush into my backyard.
<v Speaker 1>I'm sorry, that was a rabbit trail.
<v Speaker 4>Anyways, I assumed that they were coming up there through
<v Speaker 4>that trail, and they were always trying to get my attention,
<v Speaker 4>and that's where I would hear most of the sounds
<v Speaker 4>that they made.
<v Speaker 1>Was over there.
<v Speaker 4>The next morning, when I did get up, I had
<v Speaker 4>to go check because I was in a hurry, and
<v Speaker 4>they had scooped out a scoop of peanut butter and
<v Speaker 4>set the lid back on it. There were actual finger
<v Speaker 4>grooves in that jar peanut butter that wasn't from a squirrel,
<v Speaker 4>that wasn't from a raccoon, And none of them could
<v Speaker 4>have opened that lid and put it back on one.
<v Speaker 4>I believed at that point, they're definitely there, and perhaps
<v Speaker 4>they are communicating and we can do this together.
<v Speaker 1>So I set out apples for them.
<v Speaker 4>The next night, my husband had a piece of leftover cake.
<v Speaker 1>Once I put that out there, I.
<v Speaker 4>Eventually learned that they love eggs, apples, peanut butter, and
<v Speaker 4>sweets of any kind. Vegetables, the squashes they wouldn't eat.
<v Speaker 4>The carrots they did not like carrots. Beets, yes, I
<v Speaker 4>could pull them straight out of the garden give them
<v Speaker 4>to them. Berries with the eggs. It was a bit odd.
<v Speaker 4>They would take the eggs out of the cartons and
<v Speaker 4>leave me the cartons.
<v Speaker 1>It is odd.
<v Speaker 4>It's not a raccoon standing there eating them. Because I
<v Speaker 4>didn't have any eggshells, just an empty egg carton. With
<v Speaker 4>the apples, I would always get one gift back to me.
<v Speaker 4>I continued to hear all of their activity and their
<v Speaker 4>talking and their laughter and their chatter. One day, when
<v Speaker 4>I was sitting out taking a break from yard work,
<v Speaker 4>I looked over on the little sandy beach where I
<v Speaker 4>felt that's where.
<v Speaker 1>The juvenile played.
<v Speaker 4>I don't know how I knew that there was a juvenile,
<v Speaker 4>but I was sure there was one, and I saw him.
<v Speaker 4>He was picking up over the edge of a giant
<v Speaker 4>tree that had washed down river. At some point, his
<v Speaker 4>little head was peeking over it, and I could see him,
<v Speaker 4>and he's looking at me, and I'm thinking, am I
<v Speaker 4>really seeing this? He was black, his hair was short.
<v Speaker 4>It looked like it was just stubby all around his
<v Speaker 4>head and on his body. He looked about a large
<v Speaker 4>five year old I would estimate, I think there from
<v Speaker 4>where I sit to where he was, probably maybe one
<v Speaker 4>hundred feet across the river. I could see, but not
<v Speaker 4>real well any distinguishing features like his nose or anything
<v Speaker 4>like that.
<v Speaker 1>He just stayed there where he was. I turned my head.
<v Speaker 4>And then I turned my head back to see if
<v Speaker 4>he would duck down, but he was peeking out from
<v Speaker 4>a tree. It's about five feet from where that tree
<v Speaker 4>stump was, and I could see he's just peeking out,
<v Speaker 4>little heads poking out, looking at me. And I continued
<v Speaker 4>to sit where I was singing to the radio watching him.
<v Speaker 4>I turned my head. He'd run to the back of
<v Speaker 4>the tree stump. We were playing hide and seek without
<v Speaker 4>the hands. He would wait until I wasn't looking, and
<v Speaker 4>then he'd move.
<v Speaker 1>It was a game.
<v Speaker 4>We played that game for a good twenty minutes before
<v Speaker 4>I had to go cook dinner. I never tried to
<v Speaker 4>video anybody. Scott Taylor had warned me. They don't like cameras,
<v Speaker 4>they don't like security lights.
<v Speaker 1>One night they came in early.
<v Speaker 4>Normally my dogs will alert me when they're on that
<v Speaker 4>property there. They just act in a very specific way
<v Speaker 4>that would let me know there was something going on
<v Speaker 4>out in the yard. Generally between one to three am
<v Speaker 4>is when I would.
<v Speaker 1>Have most activity.
<v Speaker 4>I believe that was when they were coming up on
<v Speaker 4>my property and getting oneever food I had left for them.
<v Speaker 4>They would leave me golf balls, believe it or not,
<v Speaker 4>golf balls. I couldn't figure out why I kept having
<v Speaker 4>all these golf balls. They were everywhere. But it finally
<v Speaker 4>got to where they would leave him right next to
<v Speaker 4>my gate. At first, I.
<v Speaker 1>Think they were throwing them at my home. You'd hear clunking.
<v Speaker 4>It wasn't unusual to have him throw rocks at the
<v Speaker 4>house if I didn't have food out for them. I
<v Speaker 4>think it was their way of letting me, letting me
<v Speaker 4>know we're here. Do you have anything? I think? But anyways,
<v Speaker 4>the night that they showed up early, it was about
<v Speaker 4>eleven PM. I was already in bed and the dogs
<v Speaker 4>they behaved abnormally. They are usually snuggled up in ridges.
<v Speaker 4>So I just opened the door, thinking they had to
<v Speaker 4>do a late night run, and I lock.
<v Speaker 1>They run straight for the fence where the gate is.
<v Speaker 4>I turned on my light that's on the porch, and
<v Speaker 4>I've got floodlights on my porch, which I kept off
<v Speaker 4>because they don't like the floodlights. But I flipped it on,
<v Speaker 4>not thinking that they were going to be out there.
<v Speaker 4>There was one out there. She was standing next to
<v Speaker 4>my gate. I have a three foot high flower bed.
<v Speaker 4>He was next to that. I heard him basically yelp.
<v Speaker 4>I thought that wasn't one of my dogs. Where the
<v Speaker 4>heck did that come from? And I look over and
<v Speaker 4>all I can see is but a butt which is
<v Speaker 4>taller than that three foot flower bed and thigh. I'm
<v Speaker 4>very sure that that was the hind end of a sasquash,
<v Speaker 4>So technically I guess you could call it three and
<v Speaker 4>a partial sighting. But just he snuck off. He just
<v Speaker 4>slunked off, and the dogs came in. I didn't have
<v Speaker 4>any problems with them ever, trying to get to my dogs.
<v Speaker 4>They were basically pretty respectful of the boundaries of my fence.
<v Speaker 4>I always felt safe and protected with them around. I
<v Speaker 4>could kind of feel I think a part of what
<v Speaker 4>their emotions were. I think it's part of how they
<v Speaker 4>communicate with people. You get their emotional feedback and their
<v Speaker 4>thoughts kind of all rolled up into one.
<v Speaker 1>Like I would swear to you that they had a
<v Speaker 1>baby girl.
<v Speaker 4>Is weird as that sounds, It was like I went
<v Speaker 4>through that birth process with the mother.
<v Speaker 1>And I don't know if.
<v Speaker 4>That was part of that celebration that they had, or
<v Speaker 4>if that celebration was because of the good fish harvest.
<v Speaker 4>I don't know, because they it kind of coincided together
<v Speaker 4>that I got that feeling. But on the last day
<v Speaker 4>I had any contact with them, there had been.
<v Speaker 1>Kayakers about two weeks prior to this day. They floated
<v Speaker 1>down the river.
<v Speaker 4>They put their kayaks up on that sandy beach. I
<v Speaker 4>had an immediate feeling of aggression on anger. I was
<v Speaker 4>out in my yard. I looked, I saw this couple,
<v Speaker 4>orange and yellow. They were out on that beach. They
<v Speaker 4>weren't there for long. I don't know why they pulled
<v Speaker 4>in there. They must have seen something in there that
<v Speaker 4>scared them, they laughed. A week later they were back
<v Speaker 4>out there in their kayaks. They met somebody and what
<v Speaker 4>was like a green Forest Service truck out on that
<v Speaker 4>little peninsula. This is all Jblamb property, so I don't
<v Speaker 4>know who it was. I didn't see anything on the
<v Speaker 4>side of the truck to identify it. It wasn't long
<v Speaker 4>after that that there were helicopters back there where the
<v Speaker 4>trees are. They were shooting, crying fear and loss, and
<v Speaker 4>I honestly felt like somebody died. I don't know what
<v Speaker 4>happened to him, but I know that those choppers took
<v Speaker 4>off shortly after all that shooting stopped.
<v Speaker 1>I don't know. I don't know.
<v Speaker 4>It bugs me that I don't know, But I have
<v Speaker 4>no more trails back here, no more rocks, no more
<v Speaker 4>owls hooting at me in the middle of the day,
<v Speaker 4>no more weird silences. I only had an odor once,
<v Speaker 4>and it was really, really bad. My husband would tease
<v Speaker 4>one time you peed over the fence into the backyard area,
<v Speaker 4>trying to be a smart alley, and it didn't take
<v Speaker 4>long before my whole yard was permeated with the worst
<v Speaker 4>bo you have ever smelt in your life. Along with
<v Speaker 4>roddy garbage, oh and anything else you could throw into that.
<v Speaker 1>It was bad.
<v Speaker 4>And then they would urinate in my flower bed for
<v Speaker 4>a while. And I went out and told them if
<v Speaker 4>they didn't quit urinating in my flower bed, I wasn't
<v Speaker 4>going to feed them anymore. That's about the only problems
<v Speaker 4>I ever had. I never felt threatened ever. I honestly
<v Speaker 4>felt very safe and I miss him. That is part
<v Speaker 4>of why I decided to at least get this somewhere
<v Speaker 4>hopefully recorded. And that's the end of my Sasquash stories.
<v Speaker 5>Well that's it for tonight show. So if you've had
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<v Speaker 3>Seen a bunch of run down no horse towns where
<v Speaker 3>the church is the backbone lows and the bow and
<v Speaker 3>the fasting melodies.
<v Speaker 1>Coove in.
<v Speaker 3>That the bomb man rose, where the roofs run deep
<v Speaker 3>beyond the nose of the busy streets, with the songs
<v Speaker 3>of the South O su Then I mean I hear
<v Speaker 3>the promp porch picking down home rhythm bringing out I
<v Speaker 3>don't run from Banjung music. Yeah, the sound of a
<v Speaker 3>memory brings me back to the bluegrass playing the Madadi jack.
<v Speaker 3>It's become an I been through it, getting through the
<v Speaker 3>deal on scrubs and skags. Booking name bears to this
<v Speaker 3>Tennessee jams.
<v Speaker 6>There's no the way that I do it.
<v Speaker 3>And I hear the round boards picking down home rhythm
<v Speaker 3>bringing out that Oh run from Ben Jong music.
<v Speaker 7>Yeah, summon dolling backwards backwards and double tip poking in
<v Speaker 7>the sword and the strumming look and tuck start. There's
<v Speaker 7>nothing in the strumming out country.
<v Speaker 6>Boy living mom.
<v Speaker 7>And I hear the bum boats picking down rhythm, bringing
<v Speaker 7>us that a front from Men.
<v Speaker 6>Of Hysic.
<v Speaker 8>The City Last trus me wild on the tune, miss
<v Speaker 8>the cars rushing by with the beasts on the stereos
<v Speaker 8>to man, and.
<v Speaker 7>I hear the brown buch picking down home rhythm bringing
<v Speaker 7>Nasa run.
<v Speaker 1>From Bunch of music.
<v Speaker 7>Yeah, summing gallop back words back, what's in double tub
<v Speaker 7>giving in the sword and the strumming looking Turkey stars,
<v Speaker 7>there's the strumming down cuts your born living, I'm gonna
<v Speaker 7>get a bomb, picking down rhythm bringing us paddle from the.
<v Speaker 6>Past sing gallop, back words, back.
<v Speaker 7>Onson, double tim giving in the sword and the strumming
<v Speaker 7>looking Turki stars.
<v Speaker 6>The strumming down cuts your boy living. When I hear
<v Speaker 6>the back porch wick and.
<v Speaker 7>Bring the Machick and Botswin Mama's best sweet tea kind
<v Speaker 7>of sounds all round
<v Speaker 6>The bedroom music