My Appalachian Mountains Bigfoot Sightings - My Bigfoot Sighting Shorts Episode 10

My bigfoot sighting happened in nineteen seventy nine up here in Hudson, Florida,
And it was a day my dad, my uncle and I which we always
went fishing up in the Sea Pines area. There's mines and stuff up there.
You can drive and swim, and we used to go fishing up there
all the time. It was before homes were built on the water way back
before all this was taken over, and it was a small, windy road.
We'd go, you know, way up in there. It was hard
sometimes to turn around, and there was a lot of heavy woods kind of
in the middle, but we just found a spot and then we kind of
walked our way down the little hill that it was to the water and fished.
We did this many many times, never saw hurt or smelled anything.
And then one day it was getting dark and we knew the road was really
windy and very hard to get in and out of, so as it was
just as the sun was going down, we were in an old station wagon.
I was sitting in the passenger side, my dad was driving, and
my uncle g was sitting on the hood to guide him through potholes in this
and that, and we're going, and all of a sudden, we all
kind of looked and said, what does that smell? As I tell everybody,
we smelt it before we ever saw it, and we were smelling it,
and it kept getting stronger, and all of a sudden, something came
straight out of the I mean it was pretty thick. Woods jumped out in
front of the vehicle, probably about maybe I have to say, about fifteen
feet in front of us, and my uncle was on the hood and we
all just froze dead in our tracks. I was a kid, I was
like just looking like, what was it? I think I was like twelve
years old. And my dad stood there with his hands on the steering wheel,
and my uncle was on the hood, and nobody moved. And this
thing, whatever it was, Eddie Sasquatch, bigfoot, whatever you want to
call it, almost looked like a human. Had features, probably close to
six foot, very very hairy, just dark hair, smelt so horrible.
The hair was like matted towards the bottom. The face was like really wrinkly,
like it had just been in the sun forever. And no, it
wasn't a person. I can promise you. It had like a hunchback.
I guess you want to say, almost like a gorilla, typing how gorillas
sit and have that hunchback. Now, he was kind of thin, wasn't
anything that was really thick like you see on other shows, TV shows,
a bigfoot in that. This was nothing like that. And we didn't know
what to do. And we just sat there and we were looking, and
I mean the hair from the head to foot was almost kind of like a
gorilla, but the body was shaped like a human. The hands were huge,
the feet were big, not gigantic s eye, but they were good
size. And we just were looking and I think we were all just shocked
and stunned. Then my uncle took his right hand and I knew because it
was on my side, and he moved it just a tiny little bit,
and as he did whatever this was, he took off through the woods like
there were no trees. There was vines everything. My dad called it thicket
that it had to go through, and it went through there like nothing.
Now you and I would try to do that, we'd have to cut branches,
cut this. It knew what it was doing. Now. My dad
had told me years ago when he was a hunter up in the Carolinas,
that he saw something out in the woods, nowhere near that close, way
further. And he used to tell his stories when I was a kid about
his sasquatch. He called it sasquatch sighting when he was hunting. He never
got too close, but it was similar to it, he said. But
it didn't smell like this. This thing smelled like, I want to say,
almost like sewer swampy. It was a really disgusting smell. And that's
why I've only told a few people about my story, because I got made
fun of as a lot of people would say, oh, yeah, yeah,
you saw a yetty whatever you want to call it. I know what
we saw, my dad's sighting. I didn't believe him, and I told
him when we got home that night, I said, I believe you.
I was a kid. I was scared to death when we went out this
area. In all honesty, I never went back. I was scared.
I slept under my blankets for the next few nights. I did not want
to go near any woods. It was something I've never ever in my life
encountered, never seen, and never believed in myself. Like all of you,
I was a disbeliever. Until you see it and smell it, you
have no idea, and this thing us to live. Like I said,
this was all area that wasn't built up. Now there's homes all out there
and everything. So where it went to where you know it goes, who
knows, But I do believe. I'm a firm believer in these now.
I told a few kids when I went to school. I went back to
school and told some of my friends. I was only in seventh grade,
I think, and they laughed at me and said, oh, you saw
monkey, and they made fun of me and this and that, and I
told a few teachers and they kind of said, oh, okay. One
of the person that said, oh, what'd you guys drink? While I
was twelve years old, I didn't drink anything and nobody else did. So
it wasn't that anybody was drinking. You know, you were fishing and had
a great day at fishing until we saw this. And it's not that it
was a great day. The thing is, there was not one of us
or two of us. There was three of us, and we all know
exactly what we saw. And I can tell you I've never seen one before.
My dad always told me. I did, like I said, tell
kids in school and being made fun of just kind of made me quiet.
Over the years, I have told a few people and some people said,
oh, I've heard about them, and a lot of people do believe.
I was a non believer until this was my encounter. And you guys live
over and see pines. You still have this. It's an area called Old
Dixie Highway that's out there. A lot of that is still all swamp.
And I mean that swampy smell is exactly what this thing, whatever I saw,
whatever you want to call it, smelt like. And that's what I
tell people. I didn't see a yead a year, so I call it
a YETI I didn't see it YETI I smelt it, and then we saw
it. It was smelt it coming before we ever saw it. Now.
My dad's sighting, as I said, was in the Carolinas, and I
had always kept that with us, and once in a while. My dad's
passed away twenty years ago, my uncle's still here and once in a while,
you know, I've told people it was kind of like at Christmas time,
you know, we saw yedi and my uncle's like I was standing right
there by it looking at it, and I know what I saw, and
the minute you moved. That thing took off. Now I have told other
people about it, so I kind of quit saying anything because I didn't want
to have disbelievers and people think I'm crazy and nuts because that's what they do
when you talk about it. Now, I believe so much. I got
a imported roddy that I brought over. Now. His name was Yako,
and I actually named him Yeti instead of Yeko. I'm like it was a
y letter. It was a perfect name, and that carries on my sightings.
I tell my kids and grandkids about my sighting. In all honesty,
they kind of believe it too, you know, they're not disbelievers. I
believe there's other things out there that we don't know about. And with Yedi,
I happened to have a customer that came wanted to see my dogs,
and that's who kind of got me. I guess on the Yeti sightings and
this and that. And he asked me how I named my dog Yeti,
and I said, well, I guess, you know, believe it or
not. I said, I actually saw one when I was twelve years old
with my dad and uncle. And he was like, no way, and
I said yeah, and he said, oh my god, can I touch
you. I was like yeah, And his girlfriend's like, oh my god,
he's a YETI freak. And he's like, I can't believe you actually
saw one. And I said, I promise you to the day I go,
I know exactly what I saw. This was not a human being.
It was not a gorilla, it was not a monkey. It was in
the shape of an old human that had the hair, the smell, and
I mean a stench that would just literally almost make you sick. And he
did look old in the face. The face was very like wrinkled up,
but yet it was very dark, like in the forever. You know,
you lay in the sun in Florida, you get a lot of tan and
it gets dark. And that's how this was like wrinklee and dark. And
he just couldn't believe that I actually saw Yetti. And that's the reason why
I named my dog. But if you don't believe until you see, that's
going to make you a believer. And I can't tell you where it came
from. I can't tell you if it's still there. But in that time,
in nineteen seventy nine, that whole area there was very few homes so
it was in an area that was very grown up, that had a lot
of trees, It had water supply, it had animals. So none of
us are where it went to or what happened. That was my first ever
and only sighting. My big foot sighting started on the Appalachian Trail in nineteen
ninety nine. It was approximately eight thirty at night. The sun was just
beginning to go down. A friend and I had gone camping. We had
set up and put all the wood in the fireplace waiting for it to get
dark. We noticed a figure fifty yards into the woods, standing up against
a tree. We knew it was someone because this gentleman was scratching his face
every few moments. He appeared to be as tall as either one of us,
so we weren't threatened, and we proceeded to watch this gentleman for about
twenty to twenty five minutes, and then he stood up. We thought he
was standing up. He went from a five to six frame sitting down to
at least seven foot five and brown from head to toe, covered in a
very thick, coarse fur. Immediately, I tied my bandanna on a tree
when he stood up, and he turned, never looking us again, and
as soon as he moved, I took that fifty yard sprint right at his
location, and this individual walked away from me like I was standing still in
a snowdrift. And I went back to my friend and said, did you
see that? And they said yes, and they had a really eerie feeling
about staying there the rest of the night, but we did. That was
but one event. Several years later, I was up in the same location
minding my own business, and I apparently disturbed someone by the call blasting of
orangutan sound that I was making, so they had to throw rocks at me.
I received two rocks within fifteen yards of me in just a few moments,
so I decided that was just not the course of action to take.
Recently, there was a few snapping of twigs and branches. I was on
my way out of the trail, approximately five thirty or so, when this
big grayish black being steps behind a tree, trying to hide behind a tree
that was obviously too small for him. And I looked at him and he
was immense nearly four and a half feet wide at the shoulder, and I
halted and he halted. We both were pretty much aware of one another's presence.
He took several more steps and I did too, but I thought discretion
would be the better part of valor if I did not move up on his
position. I am not aware of their capabilities, so I decided not to
get torn in half that day. Another sighting leaves me camping this past October.
I heard the whooping sounds as soon as it got dark. I decided
to whoop, and the sound moved toward me. So I ceased my whooping
and it moved away. At bedtime, I put the fire out, crawled
in my tent, and within half an hour I could feel the footfalls in
my chest of at least two bigfoot in my campsite. He threw something at
the tent to see whether or not I stirred, and it was a nice,
warm night, so I did not put the roof on my tent.
Within minutes, this huge six foot eight silhouette was looking in my tent at
me. I did not move. I played like I was asleep, flashlight
in hand, not sure or not ready to blast him in the eyes with
this light, and I thought I would be killed, so I did not.
They scoured around the site for a couple of more minutes and he came
back in and looked at me again, still being able to fake like I
was sleeping. He looked a little bit and they went away. Needless to
say, I didn't fall asleep for the rest of the night. I waited
till it got light. I packed all my stuff in the tent and left
the tent there. I have yet to go back after dark. My next
encounter leaves me to a time when I went up there with my ex girlfriend.
We were not going to stay over. We were merely going to eat,
enjoy the evening, and leave well. I set her to maintain the
campsite while I went up and got water from the pond for the fire to
put it out. Once we left, and I heard this sound walking back
that I couldn't exactly determine what it was because it sounded like several different animals.
The best interpretation I could give you is covert died several of those kind
of calls, and I followed it, so it went down the mountain and
I thought it was gone away. So I get back to the campsite and
don't even discuss this with my girl, and we're roasting the salmon and it's
somewhere about nine o'clock at night, maybe nine thirty or so at the latest,
and this sound returns walks the perimeter of our campsite in the dark for
about forty five minutes. My interpretation is leave the salmon and get out of
my house kind of deal. But she asks what do we do? And
I say we do nothing, So we ate our food, packed it up.
About two hours later. We left about a quarter after twelve that night,
and I took the rear with my flashlight and I was watching the greenish
yellow eyeshine watching us leave and saying, good writtence. These people get out
of my house. But we were not the least bit welcome. That night,
another episode leaves me making chimpanze sounds, and I'm trying to get some
sort of response, and I chatter on for about five or six minutes and
I get back a very loud e. Now that sent me back to my
campsite. That evening, there was two of them, one on either side
of my tent. They were whistling to each other. I thought I was
being set up for a meal, so I do the only thing I can
do is whistle back. That draws some more whistles from the one to my
left, and he stops. The one to my right begins banging on a
tree like a madman banging on a brick wall with a sledgehammer. I think
that one was very angry and missing out on a meal. Another time,
I was up and it was dark. It was late at night, ten
thirty eleven o'clock, I would guess, and down the road is a barn
where three hikers are allowed to stay with two or three huge dogs. And
the dogs were barking that night, and I was returning their barks, and
we were battering it back and forth, and from about twenty yards into the
woods comes another whoo woo woo woo woo, which was clearly no dog.
Well, the fire got really big and I went in the tent. After
that one, he was close. That was probably the most intimidated I ever
was. He was probably imitating me, and the sounds of the barking dogs,
that's probably all that was. When you hear that and you're not sure,
it kind of puts the fear God in you