Don’t Let the Sasquatch Hear You! - My Bigfoot Sighting Episode 100

Are you there, Thanks for tuning in, you're ready for another episode of
my big Foot sighting? All right, then let's do this. Seen a
bunch of run down new horse towns where the church at the back bone nose
and the power and the fostring melodies cove in with the bumman rose, where
the roots run deep beyond the noise of the busy streets, with the sons
of the south us. So then when I hear the prom post picking down
home rhythm ringing out, I don't run from banjung music. Yeah. My
big Foot sightings happened at Lake Uigal in Oklahoma. Mostly my family had dealt
with Bigfoot all of their lives, being my mom and her family, and
then growing up my Grannie watching me and stuff like that. We would stay
at her house a lot of times while my mom and dad worked, and
then the holidays and so forth. There was times we would have such encounters
that we didn't even want to stay there after dark. And we loved being
at Granny's house, but it could get really bad. But the one I
want to tell you about right now is after we had gotten older and my
Grannie of course had aged or she had had a stroke and she was paralyzed
on one side of her body, which brought the kids back home to take
care of her. She was placed in her bedroom where she had a touch
lamp and a bell that she would dream whenever she would need help. Well,
this big Foot started getting worse, it seemed as the kids had come
home and for some reason, they had always thought that Bigfoot was more attracted
to my mom than it was any of the other girls. And the only
thing that they could ever figure was because when my mom was young, she
was left in the car one night while they were carrying groceries in and she
had ran up the sidewalk after she had awoke and saw it sitting at the
side of the steps, had a really post encounter where she seen it just
within feet. After that and her growing up, it had always bothered her.
It seemed like it was more attracted to her. Whenever we would go
fishing or walking or stuff like that, it would follow us. It would
kind of like stalk her and just always aggravating her or harassing her. Well,
after Granny had got sick, there was six girls and they would all
stay a few nights at a time. The other girls would stay and it
would be bad, but it would never be as bad as when Mom would
stay. Well, it was aggravating to me because it was bothering my granny
and she was sick and she couldn't get up, and it would come up
to the house at night and it would scratch on the walls, it would
try to open the doors, it would turn the door knobs, and we
just had a lot of rules at night that we all knew to go by.
We would be in before dark, and then we had heavy blankets,
you know, we would hang on the windows and stuff. It being summer
night and everything, and Granny only had a water cooler. Some nights we
couldn't hang up the heavy blankets because we just get too hot in the house.
So on one particular night, we was in there and my Grannie was
asleep, and I went in to lay in the room to where my mom
normally would have laid, and she was going to sleep in the firm I
was staying with her that night because of how bad the big foot coming up
it turned out to be. And laying in the bed where my mom normally
laid was an old water cooler and you could lay on the bed and roll
over and look at the water cooler. And this is a an older farmhouse,
so you could kind of see around the water cooler. It kind of
like had rested spots, and you could see the yard light outside. It
would shine down through the shade trees, and you still had enough light where
you could see the cracks and the bolt holes of the water cooler, and
you could kind of see, you know, the light through it. And
I was laying there. I was just looking at it, getting ready to
fall asleep. My mom's in the front room, and I noticed the light
disappears like something had stepped in front of the water cooler. Well, I'm
still laying there, and through the water cooler it says my mom's name.
Now, it didn't say it like plane, like what a normal person would
speak. It was more of a gruffy I always call it an animalistic kind
of a sound. It was a growl kind of but a talk. And
it said my mom's name plainly enough that I could tell that it actually had
said my mom's name, and I thought, wow, you know, it
really scared me. It caught me off guard because we had never heard it
speak, or I had never heard it speak. My granny had spoke about
it speaking, and I jumped up and I ran into the front room and
I told my mom and she got up, and of course, you know,
we look out the windows and we're listening, and the backdoor seemed like
that's where it would always go. But the back was always the darkest part
of the yard because the yard light didn't cover the back and it would start
like rattling the door knob. It would push on the door. You could
hear the breathing, but the reathing was really deep, kind of like it
was having trouble breathing it. I don't think it was. I think it
was just the size of it, but you could hear the breathing and it
was really weird. But then it stopped. That night and Granny was in
her room and we heard her bell ring, and usually whenever she wrung her
bell she needed something. So we go in there and go to check on
Granny, and of course she's asleep, and we thought that's strange. Maybe
she had rung her bell and she had went back to sleep. So we
were standing in the front room again just ride off of her bedroom, and
we hear the bell again. Well, we look in there and she hasn't
moved. She's in the same position. So we're standing there and we watched
her to see if she's waking up in it and so forth. Then the
bell rings and Granny didn't move. It had crawled up in the tree by
her window, and it was making a bell ringing noise, and we figured
what it was done, as it was ringing a bell or something like a
bell to try to get the girls to walk past that window so we could
see them. And it got really really bad to the point to where we
was calling the sheriff, and the sheriff would come out, you know,
and they would look around, and of course they would you not find anything,
or they would tell us it was a prowler or we knew better.
Well, I brought my dog down because I had a large rockweiler and he
was out, and we went outside that night, and the rockweiler had noticed
that whatever it was was at the back of the house. So my dog
takes off running to the back of the house and you hear like a large
dog fight, and this dog fight is just like it sounds like, you
know, just two dogs just tearing each other apart. And finally my dog
comes running back from the back of the house, and we noticed he had
an injury on the back end of him, and the injury kind of looked
like that, like a perfect round circle, and we ended up taking him
to the vet and my dog ended up passing away from it, and we
were pretty upset over that. So I decided one night that, well,
I'm going to catch this thing and find out, you know, what it
is. So me and my cousin, we lived about a quarter of a
mile from my grannie's house. We decided that we was going to stay at
our house and let Mom go down there and make it appear that she was
going to Grannie's alone, and we were going to sneak up in the dark
through the pastures and hopefully catch whatever it was and lay out in the field
with our guns and get ready of this creature. We snuck up through the
field and while we were going up through the field, course, we were
going slow, and we come up to these old oil tanks and they had
a ladder that went up on them where they would walk up on top of
them to check them. So we decided to go up these steps where we
could lay and look at the house, and we had a really good view
of the house, and we were just waiting for it to show up in
the old yard light down there that was shining through the trees. And while
we were laying there, it took a while, but started hearing the dog's
barking, and we knew that the action was fixing to happen, because every
time the dogs bark, we knew it was coming. So we laid there
and laid there, and then finally we looked at the back of the house
and we see the shadow. You can see it moving around the back of
the house. So we start moving up through the pastor for Granny's house.
And once we get close to her house, of course, we're moving through
the pastor and there's a lot of black berries and stuff through there. We
get up through there and it takes off and it goes back down away from
us, down into the hog pastor and two Grandpa's dried up pawen. It
was full of cat tails. I'm not carrying the best gun at this time.
I'm young, and I'm carrying, you know, a four ten single
shot, and my cousin's carrying an old twenty two semi automatic. And we
go after it and we get down there in the hog pasture and we can
hear it in the pond's kind of pushing the cat tails down, and we
pursued it to the cat tails and we went into the cat tails and while
we were in there, it comes running out and it was super close to
me, and I did I shot it, and whenever I shot it,
my cousin he started shooting it and it fell. And we knew that it
fell hard because Grandpa had laid a piece of tin over the part of the
pond that would drain out when it would flood. It was like a small
little creek that would drain the pond when it would overfiel, and we would
walk across the ten well. Whenever this thing fell smashed down on that tin.
It fell really really hard, and we thought to ourselves, Wow,
we've actually got this thing now. This thing was not huge like what other
people, you know, would call a huge pick foot. This to me
was probably I'm going to say it was around six foot. It was broad.
It was very dark down there, there was no light, but you
could tell that it was I would call it husky built. And when we
shot it the way it fell, you could tell that it did have you
know it was. It was large, it had a lot of weight for
its size, and because when it fell, just to sound of the tin
and the crash, and it was like, wow, we finally got it.
So I'm reloading my gun. Of course, he's reloading his gun.
And whenever we start to reload our guns, it jumps up, and whenever
it jumps up, it takes off running it towards the chicken house. This
time it's not running normal, it's running as if it's injured, and it
runs up behind the chicken house, which the chicken house was probably, Oh,
I'm gonna stay around seventy five yards from the pond, and it ran
behind the chicken house, and we got our guns, of course reloaded,
and we started going up through the hog pasture toward the driveway that led to
the chicken house's figuring directly to the chicken house. Well, my mom and
my granny and everybody in the house of girls they heard the gun shots out
there, and they of course came outside to see what was going on,
what we had shot at, and we told them what had happened, and
they had pulled the cars around and they had the headlights on the chicken house
and we only had the front of the chicken house lit up. It was
at the back of the chicken house, and everybody could hear it growling and
scratchkin running his fingernails down the back of the chicken house over the tin.
It was really scary sounding, and we were wanting to go get it,
but of course our moms thought it was too dangerous and they wouldn't let us
go over, and they ended up calling our uncles and they ended up calling
my dad. Well, whenever my dad and everybody arrived, they still had
the headlights on the chicken house and everything, and we were standing back because
they wouldn't let us go up there. So my dad and uncle they go
smucking up toward the chicken house, and as they're walking up toward the chicken
house, it takes off running from behind the chicken house and it had something
over its back. Well, the first thing they thought was, you know,
Dad and my uncle and everybody, they thought that it had a sack
of feed that it had grabbed because Grandpa had had hogs and chickens, and
they thought, well, it's got a sack of feed. Well, the
next morning came around and we went out there and while we were checking around,
nothing was missing. So my uncle came to the conclusion that what had
happened is we had probably shot a juvenile in the hog pastor in the cattails.
Probably wounded it, he said, And he thought that it had probably
died because of what happened the night coming up. But when it was running
off, they thought that probably what had happened is it wasn't a sack of
feed. It was a larger wind carrying off the one that had been shot
or injured and possibly had died. And my uncle said, y'all are lucky
that you all didn't go to the back of that chicken house, because it
probably didn't run up there to hide. It was probably trying to lure you
up there. So the next night came, and of course it had never
done anything bad when it would come up as far as like tear up anything
or kill any livestock or pigs or chickens or anything like that. It just
didn't do those things. It just more or less would mess around the house.
And we thought, probably the reason that it did mess around the house,
it's because Granny was really bad at dumping the scraps out her back door
and The reason she would do that is because my grandpa was a logger and
was gone almost all week in Mexico. He would blog for a living,
and she was home with the kids, and of course she didn't want to
go outside in the dark or lady even by ourselves, so they just had
it set up or they would do that. So we always thought that it
was probably coming up, you know, to eat the scraps or whatever.
But that night, whenever I had shot it the night coming up, something
really bad had happened. That night, we were in the house and it
arrived right on time. And this time it was more beating on the house
than it was scratching. It was getting the doors kind of like pushing on
him. You could hear the creaking of the wood around the door when it
would it would push. It was pretty violent night, and I remember my
mom even We were sitting there and I had my old thirty thirty that they
had boughton, and we thought several times it was going to come in the
back door. Well, the next morning, when we all got up,
one of grandpa's large sALS that had its head removed and placed on the gate
to where he would walk in to feed the pigs, and that was the
first time that we'd ever hadn't actually kill any livestock or go to that extreme.
And then there was an old Mustang that used to set out in the
driveway. Our parents would set in the house and they would all visit,
and then that's kids, the cousins. We would set out in the car
and you know, tell our stories, listen to the radio, and talk
about whatever. And we was out there one night and we saw something crawl
from the hog pasture up to the side of this old car, and the
car it felt like something was bumping into it, kind of like it was
moving, and we felt it pulling on the door handles that night also,
and I remember my cousin, she was a little older than I was.
She started honking the horn and luckily they had turned on the lights. But
eventually we'd have to get rid of that car because after that night, my
mom and her sisters they had a kind of like a plan. We didn't
have cell phones back then, so the thing was if you showed up something
was outside or there was a danger, the warning was they would flick her
the porch flight and that meant, you know, don't get out of your
car, don't come in. But my mom was getting ready to come down
there one night, and she had pulled into the driveway up behind the old
mustange, just like normal, and my aunt had happened to look out the
picture glass window and she noticed that this theme crawled out of the hog pasture
and was hiding inside of the vehicle, right where my mom would have to
walk past. And she ended up, of course, flicking the headlights and
getting my mom's attention, letting her no, not to get out of her
car. And they always wondered, you know, if Mom would have came
past there, would it actually had attacker. Now, we had a lot
of sightings down in this area because we were very active and we fished a
lot and things like that. And we went one day. There's a place
down on the lake and they call it the Payment Grounds, and it's where
the Native Americans would trade with the soldiers. And we walked down there a
lot, and this way down in the woods and you can find a lot
of antique stuff down their arrowheads and things like that. We had walked down
there with my dad and some friends and everything, and my mom had walked
on ahead of us, and we could see her from the point we were
standing on the lake, and we was watching over to where she was walking.
And then all of a sudden, my dad had noticed that there was
something in the woods that was following my mom. So we started making our
way to my mom with my dad and his friend. And whenever we finally
got to my mom, whyever it was had left. Well, it was
getting to be late evening and we started hearing like whistling and the whoops and
stuff like that. So we're making our way out and as we're going out,
my dad's friend he sees a large bone. Now what kind of bone
it was, I don't know. He said that he had never seen a
bone like that, but he ended up digging it out of the ground and
said he was going to take it and have it looked at. Well,
we took the bone and we made back home. And he lived in the
little town that I'm from, and it's just a small town. It's just
a it's four blocks by two blocks, a little bitty town that sits on
corn fields and wheat fields. And he took the bone and he put it
on his front porch. Now he's a also at this time, he's a
deputy sheriff. Well, he ends up calling my dad, like at two
in the morning, and we end up going to his house. And this
is on the outskirts of town, and he tells my dad, I don't
know what was just here, but something came up here and tried to get
me. And Dad's like, what do you mean. He says, it
was beating on his house and it tried to tear his air conditioning unit out
of his wall where he was sleeping. He was so afraid that he had
actually got his gun from under his bed and had shot through his walls.
He thought that whatever it was was going to come in and get him.
He was you could tell he was just very scared. But the weird thing
was his front porch was screened in and the bone that he had put on
the front porch it was missing. Whatever it was it came back, got
the bone and had left with it. And we always wondered, you know,
if maybe we had came across a grave or if it was something like
that, but we never could figure out what it actually was. We were
on our way fishing and I was probably fifteen, maybe something like that.
I was riding in the back of our old truck. It was an old
blue nineteen seventy nine Ford pickup truck, and Dad was driving the mom's up
front. I'm riding in the back with my sister and we're just riding down
the dirt roads, not even looking for sasquatchings, and we're just happy to
be going fishing. And it's probably one of the better times that I actually
saw one. It was daylight and I was looking off the bridge and over
the bridge there was like a hill that went up to the trees and then
the hill would drop back down to the creek. And I remember I looked
over and I've seen it running kind of parallel to the truck, but a
little bit away from the truck, and as it was running, it went
up over that hill. Well, that hill was in the same direction as,
of course, where we would be fishing, and I thought, oh
god, you know, it scared me. And the way it looked was
different than most I had seen. I had described the fur on it as
it looked like the ashes on the end of a cigarette. It was white
with the black in it. It was kind of a not really a salt
and pepper but more of kind of like how ashes would look on the end
of a cigarette and it ran up over the bluff. And of course when
we got back to the back of the creek, I started telling my dad
and I was like, I saw Bigfoot and he's like, no, you
didn't see in this daylight. You know, we're going to fish and everything.
So they throw their fishing lines out and we're sitting there and we start
hearing the whistling and we start hearing the whooping, and next thing you know,
it jumps into the water and we watch it swim across the creek.
All of us did. It swam right across the creek and then back up
into the brush There was an old beaver then back there and it swam right
into that and then ride it through all the thicket. And we had hurried
up and of course loaded up and left that day. Also probably one of
the worst things that probably happened to us as far as like getting really really
bad. We were fishing one night, and we do a lot of nighttime
fishing, and when we were sitting down there, for some reason, when
we take the boys with this, my little nephew and my son, they
will sit in front of us and they'll play in the sand and the rocks
and everything while we're fishing, and then we will fish and keep an eye
him. Of course, we keep it between us and the water and whatever
this was. It would throw pebbles at him and a little bitty sticks,
and it would make this whooping calls and it would whistle. But this night
it started making different sounds that we'd never heard. It actually started making baby
crying sounds. It started making like little bitty kitty cat sounds. It was
just making like anything it could do to get the boys as attention. And
Mom was actually setting to the right of me, and we could hear it
on the left of me, and it was whistling and it was carrying on
and just doing a lot of really vocalizing. And the next thing I know,
a rock just missed my head and it actually hit my mom in the
ankle, and it was a big enough rock that had actually heard her ankle
at skin the skin on her ankle, And of course that scared me because
it hit mom and it hurt mom. And I'm always carrying my gun stuff.
I pulled my gun and I start looking and it's still whistling and everything,
and we're loading the truck and getting all of our fishing stuff loaded up
and everything, and then the next thing, you know, one slams into
the side of my truck and it was just, I don't know, it
was I felt like they were actually trying to hurt us. At night and
we got loaded up and we started taking pictures and we could see one or
whatever this thing was over at the tree and it was peeking its head around
the tree as it would like poke its head from the right side of the
tree. Then it would look out of the left side of the tree and
it would be higher sometimes, it would be lower sometimes and it was really
really just just watching us. It was like it was, I don't know,
trying to play like hide and go seek or something, because it would
move from tree to tree as we were loading stuff, and it was like
we weren't supposed to be there. We felt like whatever it was, it
did not want us to be there, because we had had an encounter to
where we were fishing one night and it was kind of like it kind of
it was weird. My brother in law was fishing a little ways from it's
probably a hundred yards and out on a peak, and while he was fishing,
he decided to walk up to us and get some more drinks. We
had a big ice chest, so he come walking up. He's getting the
drinks out of the ice chest, and of course the fish weren't biting did
that night. It was a really slow night, and he had his lantern
was lit out on the you know, this little light anslet stuck down into
the lake. And the next thing you know, you see this thing go
walking through the trees up to where he was set and it turns off his
lantern, and we're like, what in the world is that of that?
So we sat there for a while because everybody's kind of like freaked out because
the thing just walked out there and turned his lantern off. So me and
him end up grabbing our rifles and we go up there to where he was
sitting and liked the lantern and everything. And the weird thing was all his
fish bait was gone. He had some fish he said he had cut up
that he was using for fish bait. It was not just perch that we
had caught, nothing special, but he had cut the perch up and the
whole board that he had the perch all cut up on, and the perch
it had took all that. So we were sitting there and we can hear
it walking behind us, and as we're fishing, we finally look and you
can see it walking up the side of the creek. And I kind of
walked toward it because I got my kids down there, and I'm kind of
wondering, is this a man maybe you know? Is this somebody you know?
Is he going to try to hurt us? And while I'm walking at
it, it not turning away from me. It's coming right at me.
And at one point I started feeling a little uncomfortable, kind of threatened,
and I yelled at it, like you know, you would somebody, and
I said, hey, we can't be walking up here. I get kids
up here. You know, what are you doing? And who are you?
You know? And it keeps walking at me and I drew my fire
on and because it had been throwing rocks at us on the previous nights and
throwing pebbles and stuff, I told it, I said, if you come
any closer than I want to shoot you, it's gonna get bad. It
actually laughed, and my mom. It freaked me out, probably more than
my mom, because I had never heard one laugh. But it started laughing.
And I remember telling my mom when we left, I said, had
you ever heard one laugh like that? And she said, yeah, we'd
heard it a few times. It was like a kind of like a dog,
like a big dog that you could picture how they would kind of laugh
or what they would sound like. And then this is the time and my
cousin got in so much trouble, but man, we were so glad to
be home. Back behind my grannings, my cousins would always walk to a
bridge that was oh, well, it would have been a half a mile.
It was a mile section and halfway through the section there was a bridge
and they called it swinging bridge. Well, they would walk down there,
and they were older than us at the time. We weren't never allowed to
go because we couldn't hang out with the older cousins, so we would always
have to stay home. They would go down there all the time and spend
the day of the older ones they swimming whatever plane on the bridge. Well,
they came back one night and they were telling Granny and everything that they
were followed by something and they didn't know what it was. Well, we
kind of thought they were pulling our lags or whatever. So one day.
My mom, of course, she worked and I stayed with my granny,
So me and my cousin had stayed tonight and we decided, Hey, we're
going to sneak down to this bridge and we're going to see what this is
all about. Now, we had never been there, but we had an
idea of how to find it because we'd heard him talk about it so many
times. So we take off walking and it's full of persymmetries. You're happening
to walk through all these persymmetries and they're really really thick persymmetries, and we're
kind of like making our way through all these percymetries. And to the right
there's a it's not really a house, it's like a small building or kind
of like a house. It had a window in it, maybe like a
like a workshop kind of, and we got to looking at it, and
of course we started daring each other. We were like, I dare you
to go look inside there and see what's in there, you know, And
I was like, oh, go look. So I go up and I
opened the door on this building. And when I opened the door, it's
more of a kind of a rectangle building. It had an old wooden roof
with the wooden shingles, and they had one window in it and the door
was a door that had been built. It had the just the long like
one by sixes. So I opened the door and whenever I opened the door,
it's like full of random stuff. There's like a hammer, there's baby
dolls, just odds and ends, just weird stuff. And some of it
was kind of like antique stuff. And but over in the corner was like
it looked like a nest. There was a lot of hay. It was
all piled up and there was like a hole in the middle of it,
and I remember it stunk really bad in there. It kind of smelt like
where Grandpa would keep his pigs inside of the pig houses. It had a
really strong smell. And I was looking around and over on the bench there
was a old time like I think it's called like where they would wash their
hands with it or whatever. But it was like the bowl that had the
picture that sat in it. And I was like, wow, that's old,
because I'd seen one in Grandma's house. She had one that actually had
the stand that held it. And I remember telling my cousin, I said,
that's old. And when I walked over. I looked in it,
and that's whenever it really got scary, because when I looked in it,
I found a toy gun that I had lost at my grannies that my mom
and dad had bought me. It was a cat gun and it was kind
of expensive for the time. It was metal and you know, the magazine
removed and everything, and we had lost it and felt really bad, but
it was laying right there in that picture, and was like, oh my
god, that's my gun. So we started walking out of the door,
and whenever we do, there's a man and well, we think it's a
man, and it's walking through the woods at us, and our first thought
was it was a man in a gilly suit, like what she would go
hunt, you know, in a gilly sue. And my cousin looked at
me, and my younger cousin is standing there and we're like, oh my
god. And we looked to our left and there's another one coming from the
other way, and we thought, oh god, you know, they've caught
us in their stuff. So we took off running. Well, they started
following us, and we were running up and down these hills back in the
back country, and we actually got lost and this thing. They kept following
us and my youngest cousin had asthma, and whenever we had got to the
top of this last hill, he looked at us and he said, I
can't run no more. He said, my asthma is bad. He's trying
to breathe. We could hear him wheezing, and it was just like,
this is it. You know, we're gonna have to fight because we can't
leave him. So we start looking for clubs and branches or whatever we can
find. And we're hiding on the top of this hill and down below it's
a large valley, and then up above it is another hill and they're just
like rolling hills all through this area. And the reason they're like that is
because the coal mines had doug it. So we're hiding and we can see
them over on the top of the other hill walking and you can see them
looking. They're like looking for us, and it was really scary. We
sat there and we're just hoping, you know, that they don't see us,
if they don't come and get us. And the good thing was the
wind. The way the wind was blowing. It was blowing in our face
and we knew that's probably all saved us because they didn't tell us, and
we ended up going deeper down and we were lost, and we were afraid
of we're going to be out there in them dark, and we didn't want
to be in the dark with them around, because we knew how bad it
was at Grannie's. It was just a bad situation. But we ended up
finding some old highlining wires and we knew they had to run to town,
so we started following them and they take us up to the highway. Were
so glad to see the highway. A lady we knew from town happened to
be coming down the highway and she gave us a ride, of course,
back to my grannie's. We was so glad that we ran into her because
we was just imagining staying all night down there, lost in the woods,
not knowing, you know, what these were where they were at. It
would been a real bad night. And then there was a time they would
come down sometimes and they would get it seemed like they would always go to
the hog pastor. It seemed like that's where they really like to go.
And whenever they would get to the hog Pastor, they would hang out in
the hog buildings and stuff like that. They would beat on the buildings at
night. You could hear them beating on the buildings. It was just a
It's like they would work their way up to the house and the windows.
They were real keen on the windows. And we always knew when you was
in that house that you walked as quiet as you could because they would follow
you outside from room to room. They knew which room you were in,
and you could just hear them outside of the windows, and it was just
it was it was so scary because you never knew. Man if that door
was to open, he never knew what she was going to be looking at.
And a lot of people talk about the hitchhiker effect, and that's actually
what it started. Everything At my Grannie's when they had bought the house,
they didn't have any trouble until my uncle had came back from Vietnam and he
would take his girlfriend out to this field and they would sit with other couples
and they would try to scare their girlfriends because stuff would happen. On one
night, something did happen, something jumped on their car, and whenever it
jumped on their car, of course they left and they came back to Granny's
at night, and that's when it all started to breathe, the scratching,
And after that it just kept getting worse and worse and worse. And it
always had fish scales. There was fish scales on his car too, and
just stink. It stunk so bad. And then you know, I was
talking about it speaking. There was a night my granny was setting in her
chair and her sheet. Of course, it was an old house, and
she was setting in her chair and she would look out the front door,
and out her front door you would go on to the front porch was covered
in with plexiglass, and it also had a door on it, and she
would leave that door open, and then down that door was two large concrete
steps, and then her sidewalk there was under the shade tree that was balking
would block a little bit of the yard light. And she would sit there
and she smoked. She would smoke and look out the door, you know,
and the cool air would come in. And then one night it did
step upon her sidewalk and it stuck its hand out and an emotion to her,
like you would somebody know to come here. And my grandma's name was
Helen, and she said it kept saying over and over, making the motion
for her to come here. Well, that same thing whenever my little cousin
she was outside playing. One day, she was about ten years old,
she come running in the house crying and having a fit, and they couldn't
get her calm down for a little bit. But when she did calm down
and asked her what had happened, and she said, well, she was
outside playing. A hand had stuck through the grass and was telling her to
come here, and it was calling her by name. So whatever these are,
I've never heard him speak like in a sentence. Mostly it was just
a single word, but they would use I never heard a sentence. It
was always just a single word. But they loved to like you would be
sitting in the house and we found out that they would get on the roof
because we would get something knocked at the door or knock on the window,
and you could be watching out the window and you would never see anything at
the door. It would knock and you would look in her nothing there.
And then one night when my uncle came down because they got real bad and
they were beating on the windows and they were beating on the door, and
you know, we couldn't figure out where they were at. And then finally
my uncle got to looking at the plexiglass door on the outside and he noticed
that there was mud up on the top and he said, there's how they're
doing it. There's a upside down knuckle print. And of course we didn't
catch on. Me and my cousin, We're like, what do you mean.
He said, it's on the house, leaning over, knocking on the
doors. He said, y'all don't be going outside because it's staying on the
house and it's reaching over knocking on the windows. And of course it was
knocking on the doors. And then I'll share this story with you. This
one's kind of a sentimental kind of a story. Some people say that Bigfoot
has a snout, some say that he doesn't. But there was this guy
that lived in town and he was the big football player. He got into
a lot of fights. Just the rough, tough kid you know that you
always grew up with. It, wasn't afraid of nobody. He was really
strong. He could fight. He told my granny, he said, I'll
come down there and I'll get read or whatever this is. He had never
experienced anything cryptod or. So his thoughts were it was just an old pervert
coming down there because the girls that were there. So he came down one
night and he was sitting in the front room with my granny and everybody,
and they were visiting, and of course he's waiting for this thing to show
up because he's going to go get rid of it. So while he's sitting
there, of course it shows up and it starts beating on the back door,
and Granny said, without even you know, any hesitation, he jumps
up, runs out the door around the side of the house to go confront
what he thinks is probably going to be somebody. Well, he comes back
into the house and they said he fell on the couch and he was just
as white as a sheep. And Granny said he wouldn't talk, he wouldn't
tell nobody what he had seen, and he left. He wouldn't tell nobody,
I mean nobody, And whenever I started investigating this stuff, of course
I wondered what he had seen, because he was even when I was growing
up him an older man, he was always known to be this tough guy
nobody messed with. He was just really strong, fighting guys who was just
at tight and he was friends of the family. He had always been friends
of the family. And I reached out to his daughter and asked if I
could speak to him. And I asked him if he would tell me what
he had seen at night because I was curious, and I tell him,
you know, I was looking into this stuff. He still wouldn't tell me.
A few months passed and I hadn't been doing my channel, and he
got sick. He ended up getting COVID whenever COVID had come around, and
she told me that her dad had got really sick and that he was in
the hospital. He unfortunately ended up passing, but he had left me a
letter. And the letter he left me it explained what he had seen that
night. I read the letter and pretty much what he said had happened was
he jumped up and whenever he ran outside and ran around to the back of
the house, he said he came around the corner of the house, and
he was six ft I think he was six ft two. And he said,
whenever I came around the side of the house, he said, there
it was. It was standing and he said it was so big. He
said, I remember when I went around the corner of the house. He
said, I had to look up at it. He said it was standing
there. He said it had it wasn't as furry as what people say.
He said. It did have hair, and it was covered in hair,
but it wasn't the thick, bushy hair. He said. It was standing
sideways of him. And he said, whenever I looked at it, he
said, you could see its hands. It had large, he said,
like skin colored hands. He could almost see the like the skin color.
In the darkness, you could tell that they were the skin. He said.
The feet were the same way, and around the face had like blotches
of skin through the hair. He could see like the skin color. But
its head was sideways, and he said it had somewhat of a snout,
and it was grabbing granny's graps that she had dumped. And he said it
was like eating the scraps. But it wasn't eating the scraps through the front
of its mouth. It was shoving them the side of his mouth, he
said. And he said, I'm telling you this. The food was running
all over this thing. He said, it was this grotesque. He said,
it sees me. It standing sideways of me. It raises its head
up. It is standing by petal and it's reaching down, scooping the food
up out of the It's an old hog trough that Grandpa had made, a
big hog trough, and it's scooping the food up out of this hog trough
and it's shoving it in the side of its mouth, getting it all over
it. And he said it tilted its head and it smiled at him.
And he said, when it smiled at me, it said hello. He
said, I knew at that time that if it wanted to kill me,
Mike, it was going to kill me. He said, I had no
chance against whatever this was. He said, the only thing I could think
of was to turn and run and get inside the house. So he turned
and he ran as hard as he could. And he said, I ran
into that house and I fell on that couch, and he said, my
chest hurt so bad, I could not breathe. He said it had to
be a you know, a panic attack. He was freaked out so bad,
and it bothered him so bad that he used to hang out with my
uncles. He stopped hunting with them, he stopped fishing with them. He
would not come down to their house no more. He stopped doing everything that
he'd done in the outdoors after that night had happened, and I was blessed
that he wrote me the letter because we would have never had known, and
unfortunately he had passed away. But he called it fifty years of terror.
He said, I held that in for fifty years because I didn't want to
believe. He said, what I seen that night. He said, the
way it looked when I came around that corner, it was just been over
and with his long hands, just scooping the food, you know, up
out of that old trough and just slopping it in its mouth. And he
said, the way you know it smelled, and the way it looked,
and he said the hands were kind of like what reminded him, but they
were really large, but like the color of a possum's hands. He said,
they really kind of glowed that skin color. And the feet and he
said it just how it turned its head at him and all he he never
could return back to the woods after that. He said it really changed his
life, and he actually they ended up whenever he got a little older.
They moved from our small town and moved into the middle of the city because
he said he just did not have no desire to go back to the city.
And you know, there was a lot of guys that came down there
that tried to get rid of that for Granny and won. In particular.
He was a friend of the family and Mike Granny's house. The back end
of it had burnt and it had no roof on it, and he said,
well, come down there, I'll get rid of it, you know.
And they were laying in the back bedroom. He was eighteen, and
he was with my uncle's and all. And while they're in the back bedroom,
whatever this thing was, it jumps up, grabs the side of the
wall of the house and looks over the wall at him. He never came
back to my grant he's either. So a lot of people tried to get
rid of this for us. They tried to remedy it for us. They
tried to debunk it. And he said, when I want to remember inside
the house, he said, I don't know. He called it a beast.
He said it was just a beast. He said this thing was powerful.
It was not afraid. He said, it was not afraid of me
at all. He said, the way it looked at me and everything,
he said it knew. He said that if it wanted to kill me,
he said, it would have killed me right there. He said, it
was just a huge predator. And you know, I remember Granny even talking
about one time when she was in the bathroom. They had a little small
slide window that was above the bathtub, and she was taking a bath one
night and it actually had stuck its hand in through that window and was filling
around on the wall while she was in the bathub. And she said the
same thing that he had said, though, that she had told me in
my cousin's stories before, that its hand was like that bright white kind of
humanish flesh colors. It's not like ours, who are I'm like, I
am Indian, and my skins kind of brown. But she said it's like
a like, you know, that bright white color, like the real white
hand. And she said the fingers are just long now. The nails.
A lot of people say they see claws, And I asked my grandnear she
saw claws, and she said, no, she did not see claws.
That it actually had regular finger nails. They were long, but not extraordinarily
long. And she said it just was a huge hand and when it reached
in it was filling all around and actually ended up knocking the shampoo off of
the shelf that she had to But the things that it would do down there.
I want to try to tell this story and try to tell it as
where I can to keep it as family friendly as I can. You know
a lot of people say that big foot or sasquatch doesn't get along with dogs.
We kind of had that happen, but kind of not. It seemed
that Granny's if the dogs didn't bother it and they didn't go after it,
that it actually wouldn't hurt the dogs because they had a little dog that they
kept inside of their house. And this little dog's name was Tippy. Now,
what was weird If it was going to be like say, a night
and it was going to be like thunderstorms or the weather was going to be
really really bad, you know, or a lot of rain or whatever.
You just knew it was going to be bad that night because the more rain
and the more thunder, and the worst the rain and the thunder, it
would always be worse. Well, this little dog that my mom and course
the six girls they shared it. It was in the house and it was
raining one night, and of course they live in the middle of the middle
of the country, and once you go outside, you just get drenched in
the downpours. And it was raining and the trees, she said, was
soaked under the house, you know, the trees are just soaking and just
a hard rain. And the little dog goes to the front door and it
wants to go outside. So they let the little dog out, and it
wasn't much longer. The little dog comes back up to the porch starts scratching
on the porch. So they let the dog in, and they said the
dog is bone dry, and Grenny said, that is really weird, you
know. So the little puppy goes back over to the door, starts whining
and crying, and they let it back out, this time to spawn for
a long time. And it's raining and raining and raining and raining, and
finally it scratches up the door again, and they opened the door, and
whenever they opened the door, the dog is completely dry, except for it
had what appeared to be on it semen. And Granny took the dog,
of course, washed the dog. She didn't say nothing, and that was
what always made her believe that the animal part of this creature big Foot,
had this connection with animals because that little dog, it knew whenever it was
around. Granny said, she could be sitting on the couch and that little
dog would be there, and all of a sudden, the little dog would
run over, like to the wall or you know, by the air conditioner,
because you know air conditioners they allow air flow in and out of the
house even when they're not running. And the dog would run to the air
conditioner by the wall and it would start sniffing. And Granny said, about
ten minutes after that little dog would do that. Well, that's whenever it
would start messing around, and that little dog would just have a fit to
go outside, and that's where it wanted to stay as long as it was
around, that's where it wanted to stay. So there was a connection at
least between that little dog and whatever that was. There was a story.
My Grannie knew this family. They lived a little ways from us, and
they had a son. He was I think probably twelve or thirteen, and
he was born with autism, and he would play outside most of the day
and he would come in. He got to where he would stay out later
and later and later, and the mom of course, you would tell him,
you need to come in, it's getting dark, because they live on
the river bottoms also, And the little boy would stay out longer and longer
and longer. And one day he told him that he had a friend,
and they said, well, who's your friend? And he said, oh,
just a friend that comes up plays. Well, they thought he had
an imaginary friend. This went on for a while, and as it went
on and on and on, he would stay out later and later and later,
and eventually he never came back one night. And they always figured that
whatever it was had either took him or done something worse to him. But
that lady I remember talking to Granny. She'd always wondered, you know,
what had happened to her son. Now, this would have been back in
like the fifties, And they searched and searched and searched everywhere. We had
a weird incident down on the lake. Man my cousin. I had worked
in security and law enforcement all my life, and I grew up on this
lake, so I know this lake pretty well. It's still big enough and
brush you that if you don't watch what you're doing, even knowing this place,
you can get turned around and really lost. The was two guys and
they were boating down here and they did not know the lake well. They
capsized their boat late at night down in this dark lake that I live on,
and of course the family called in and said that their family had not
returned from the fishing trip. So of course that got us all where we
started, you know, a search and rescue. And they asked me and
my cousin if we would go help, because we knew the lake really well,
we hunted and fished it all of our lives. We said, yeah,
we would go. We built fires all the way down the lake case
they were out there, that they would be able to see the fires,
to be able to come up to the fires. We had the fire department,
everybody there, and we ended up finding the two adults really fast.
The two children that they had with them, they was eight and ten.
Couldn't find them for a long time, and of course you think that they're
probably in the lake or along the lake, and we never found them.
Well later that night, almost into the morning hours, one of the dogs
had picked up trail and these two kids somehow, and they still don't know
how it happened. That these two kids were up probably fifty yards from the
lake up through the brush and through the trees. Now this is really thick
brush and really thick trees. They were placed underneath a log, a big
tree that had fell, and there was leaves and limbs and a bunch of
debris had covered them, and they were covered enough that if the dogs wouldn't
have hit on them, they would never have found those two kids. It
was just by just a blessing that the dogs hit on them, and you
know, they were deceased when we found them. To this day, they
don't know how they got placed under that log and how all those leaves and
everything had got placed over them, with the limbs and everything, because they
were totally covered underneath this log. And they still don't know how that would
have happened, because they were so far away from the light that there was
no way that they could have been placed under there. Plus the leaves and
limbs and debris that was placed over them, and they were pushed up underneath
this log, like the log was dug out under it and they were up
underneath it. There was really hard for a lot of people. We wasn't
sure, you know, what had happened or how they had got put there,
and I know that even a lot of the firemen were down there that
had lived in the area. They there was a lot of speculation, you
know, you never know what those kids had ran upon, you know,
And I know that worked on with law enforcement working in security, that there's
protocols if you go to a house or you get a call or acrypted or
a sasquatch or somebody sees even you know, if they say it's a dog
man or whatever, the protocol is, they have to put it down as
a prowler. So, you know, it makes me wonder how many times
if things happened that really wasn't what it was written as, or how many
times was there something that was misidentified, Because there's a lot of cases out
there that you look at and you dig really deep, and I've dug really
deep on a lot of them, and there are so many things that are
left out, and it makes you wonder if it's on purpose or what's really
happening. Being a kid and seeing these things and growing up around them and
being in that house going to the bathroom, would I would have to go
to the bathroom, And I remember just being terrified to have to go to
the bathroom because when you would walk through the house, if you creep the
floor, it knew where you was at. And the bathroom was right by
the back door, and man, I've walked past that door before and it
would hit that door and rattle the door knob, and you thought it was
going to come in, and you would run, you know, and you
would always run. But when you would run to the front room, you
could hear it outside running and then you could hear the dog outside bark and
you know, following it, and it was just like there was times you
just didn't even want to be there, you know. We would even tell
our parents sometimes they'd be like, We're going to go down and visit Granny
tonight, where we're like, can we please leave before dark? Because I
was outside playing with my cousin one night and I was probably twelve thirteen,
so he was probably ten and was out in the front yard and just messing
around, like he was just messing around, and I remember seeing something over
by the honeysuckles and I asked him, I said, you see that over
there? And it was on the other side of the fence, and the
fence was covered in honeysuckles over by the hog lot, and he's like somebody
and we got to look in and you could see something moving through the honeysuckles.
Well, he walked over a little closer than I did, and whenever
he walked over there, it started shaking the fence like really hard. So
we took off run and of course and whenever we ran in the house,
you could hear it outside doing that creepy laugh. It was actually laughing at
us, and I remember Granny was telling everybody shut the windows, shut,
the windows, locked the doors because you could hear it. And it was
just like doing that evil, deep kind of like a growl laugh, kind
of like a or like somebody that kind of needed to clear their throat with
a laugh. It was really gurgly, just scary sounding, and it would
actually laugh at you at times whenever you would get scared. So, I
mean it was there was a lot of bad things that happened down at that
house. You know, we always wondered if my mom was imprinted, or
do they imprint on people, because even to this day, right now,
whenever we go fishing, or if I take my mom to the woods,
and if we're down there into the evening or into the dusk, something will
happen. This year, we're going to go fishing again, and I'm sure
something will happen, and it always does with mom. I don't know why.
I've wondered that since I was young. You know, what causes these
things to be attracted to my mom? Why does it happen? You know,
you worry about your mom. But there's something I think personally that whenever
she got out of that car that night and she ran up those steps and
it was laying there and they looked at each other eye to eye with just
feet apart, I think honestly that was something happened there that caused it to
to never give up looking for her or bothering her, or following her or
harassing her. I don't know, but I don't know. I think personally
there's there's something with that night and what happened right there that made it worse
when my mom was down there. And I think that we have to be
careful because I think some people it just I don't know if it gets fascinated
with you or something, but there's something there. And those are just some
of my big good experiences. And if you'd like to listen to my YouTube
channel. I do a lot of investigations and boots on the ground. It's
abnormal investigations. We've got a lot of video footage and some vocals, so
you can check me out over there. And also I'd like to thank Big
for having me on his show. I'm very, very honored to be able
to tell my encounters on the show here and y'all support him. He's done
an awesome job. Well that's it for tonight show. If you've had a
big foot siding and would like to be a guest, please go to my
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great night. Seen a bunch of run down no horse towns where the church
is the backbone, nose and the power and the fastring melodies grove in but
the warm man Rose where the roosts run deep beyond the noise of the busy
streets with the songs of the South or so. Then and I hit the
promp boat picking down home rhythm, bringing out I Don't Run from Banjung music.
Yeah, the sound of a memory brings me back to the bluegrass,
playing the my daddy Jack It's become and it been through it getting through the
day on scrubs and skyts, booking name bales to this Tennessee jams. There's
no other way that I'd do it. And I hit the bum boat picking
down home rhythm bringing night. I don't run from man Jon music. Yeah.
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sold and the strumming looking took the start because on the end the strumming down,
count you Bonna Living he and I hit a fum bo picking down on
rhythm, ringing nuns. I don't run from man using. The city that
drives me wild on the dune is the cars rushing by with the beasts on
the stereosting. And I hit the brown bush picking down on rhythm, ringing
nuns. I don't run from Manjo music. Yeah. Something gulling back words
backwards and double tongue getting in the sold and the trimming looking tucky stylecause of
the anthoms trumming down, could you boy Living, I hit a bum bord
picking down on r the ringing knives man, something gulling back words backwards,
a double tongue getting in the sword and the trimming looking tucky style because of
the handums trumming down. Could you boy live in and I hit a bum
borch picking down? Or brother right? Chicken board swinging monnas? But Sweet
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