THE HOST FROM SASQUATCH THEORY (Miguel Ramirez) Share's His Bigfoot Encounters and Experiences From The Ozarks

<v Speaker 1>Hey, how's it going everybody, and welcome to Sasquatch Theory.
<v Speaker 1>In this episode, I will be going over my encounters
<v Speaker 1>and interactions with Bigfoot from the past five years, so
<v Speaker 1>you'll want to stick around for that. I don't really
<v Speaker 1>have anybody that I can talk to about Bigfoot, so
<v Speaker 1>this is the reason that I created my channel. People
<v Speaker 1>nowadays are just so closed minded. I figure starting a
<v Speaker 1>channel is the best way to log all my encounters
<v Speaker 1>and also interact with other people that are going through
<v Speaker 1>the same things, and who knows, maybe I will learn
<v Speaker 1>a thing or two. Sasquatch theory is something that I
<v Speaker 1>really came up with on the spot when I went
<v Speaker 1>on Bigfoot Odyssey and told my encounters.
<v Speaker 2>Before I went live on Bigfoot Odyssey, it.
<v Speaker 1>Asked me to put in a username, and I put
<v Speaker 1>in Sasquatch Theory. Kind of rolled off the tongue and
<v Speaker 1>I stuck with it ever since. At the time, I
<v Speaker 1>did not know that I would be starting a YouTube
<v Speaker 1>channel regarding Bigfoot, but there's no other way to tell
<v Speaker 1>my encounters. I can't really talk to anybody around here,
<v Speaker 1>like I said, so you guys are the ones that
<v Speaker 1>are gonna hear everything. I really feel like I didn't
<v Speaker 1>do a good job on Bigfoot Odyssey at explaining my encounters.
<v Speaker 1>Plus I had other encounters and sightings that I didn't
<v Speaker 1>really touch base on. I was also extremely nervous when
<v Speaker 1>on the show, and my phone decided to not work
<v Speaker 1>halfway throughout the show. At least the video camera did so. Anyways,
<v Speaker 1>I'm here to give a better detailed description of what happened,
<v Speaker 1>what's going on, and what's transpired. Since these encounters all
<v Speaker 1>take place in central Missouri, I live in a small
<v Speaker 1>town of around thirty five hundred people. I grew up
<v Speaker 1>in the country and have never lived in the city.
<v Speaker 1>I love the outdoors. Fishing, camping, and hunting are my
<v Speaker 1>favorite things to do around here. My first encounter, when
<v Speaker 1>I was younger, I was in my room with the
<v Speaker 1>window open, as it was a hot summer night. My
<v Speaker 1>room faced the forest and my house is surrounded by forest.
<v Speaker 1>I could hear the bugs chirping outside, and I was
<v Speaker 1>surfing the web by my computer. I heard in the
<v Speaker 1>woodline what sounded to be a woman screaming.
<v Speaker 2>Followed by a how that sounded like a wolf.
<v Speaker 1>I immediately slammed the windows shut and got on my
<v Speaker 1>bed and got underneath the covers. As I was only
<v Speaker 1>twelve years old when this happened, there was no break
<v Speaker 1>in between the two vocalizations, and it scared the hell
<v Speaker 1>out of me. It was extremely loud and it was
<v Speaker 1>probably around nine point thirty at night.
<v Speaker 2>I never really thought much of it.
<v Speaker 1>I honestly thought it could have been someone in the
<v Speaker 1>woods playing tricks on me. It was not until after
<v Speaker 1>I had my encounters and gained more knowledge on the
<v Speaker 1>subject than I realized what it could have been. My
<v Speaker 1>next encounter takes place on the Merrimack River. It was summertime.
<v Speaker 1>My girlfriend at the time and her sun went to
<v Speaker 1>the river with me at a friends property.
<v Speaker 2>I was always excited to fish or.
<v Speaker 1>Camp at my friend's property as it was secluded and
<v Speaker 1>privately owned. This meant less people and more fishing in solitude.
<v Speaker 1>It was a normal weekend at the river. I caught
<v Speaker 1>a few large mouth bass and some crappie. It was
<v Speaker 1>evening time and we had finished eating dinner. Hot dogs,
<v Speaker 1>burgers and chips are always an essential river food. At
<v Speaker 1>the time, we had been watching a lot of bigfoot
<v Speaker 1>shows and a lot of finding bigfoot. I had a
<v Speaker 1>baseball bat with me and I began to hit a tree.
<v Speaker 1>It sounded like a really good knock, like you would
<v Speaker 1>hear on finding Bigfoot. Yes, I said, finding Bigfoot. We
<v Speaker 1>love to watch the show and a few documentaries on
<v Speaker 1>the History Channel. At the time, there was nothing on
<v Speaker 1>TV regarding the Bigfoot topic. So I continued a tree
<v Speaker 1>knock and I began to do loud whoop sounds. We
<v Speaker 1>were just having fun and maybe seriously seeing if we
<v Speaker 1>would get a reaction, as we knew in the back
<v Speaker 1>of our minds it was most likely not real. To
<v Speaker 1>our amazement, a giant tree across the river went down,
<v Speaker 1>crashing and snapping limbs on its way down. It sounded
<v Speaker 1>like a very large tree. There was zero wind this
<v Speaker 1>day and nobody else was out on the river. All
<v Speaker 1>the floaters hit their deadline hours ago, and the property
<v Speaker 1>owner had its fun for the day and went up
<v Speaker 1>to the house to rest with his family for the night.
<v Speaker 1>We were the only ones on the river, and as
<v Speaker 1>far as we could see from our vantage point, which
<v Speaker 1>was honestly really far. In my mind, I did not
<v Speaker 1>think much of the tree being pushed down, and my
<v Speaker 1>reaction was short lived. At this point, the sun had
<v Speaker 1>went down and we had her fire going. We were
<v Speaker 1>talking about how crazy it was. A tree went down
<v Speaker 1>after we whooped and wood knocked. Her son came up
<v Speaker 1>to us as we were watching the fire and said,
<v Speaker 1>I am really tired. So my ex took her son
<v Speaker 1>and put him to bed in the tent, as he
<v Speaker 1>was only seven years old. It was around nine pm
<v Speaker 1>and we were sitting there in silence, listening to the
<v Speaker 1>fire crackle and the bubs sound off, when we heard
<v Speaker 1>a loud scream behind us as we were facing the river.
<v Speaker 1>This scream sounded like a woman being murdered combined with
<v Speaker 1>a metal vocalist. It lasted anywhere from three to five seconds.
<v Speaker 1>It made all the hairs on the back of my
<v Speaker 1>neck and arms stand up high. We were both wide
<v Speaker 1>eyed and shocked. My girlfriend immediately said grab your gun,
<v Speaker 1>Grab your gun. Everything was in slow motion for me
<v Speaker 1>as I was staring intently into the woodline behind the
<v Speaker 1>river bank. She said grab the gun, and I finally
<v Speaker 1>broke free from my trance. I smiled and said, you
<v Speaker 1>think so. I know that sounds like a strange reaction,
<v Speaker 1>but I'm trying to take in the fact that I
<v Speaker 1>just had a big foot encounter. The scream came approximately
<v Speaker 1>seven to nine feet off the ground. We heard no
<v Speaker 1>movement in the brush. It seems like we really angered
<v Speaker 1>the group and they let us know it. We slept
<v Speaker 1>the rest of the night in the tent with no
<v Speaker 1>other encounter. All right, welcome back to part two of
<v Speaker 1>my encounter series.
<v Speaker 2>I know most.
<v Speaker 1>Bigfoot channels tell other people's stories, but my channel will
<v Speaker 1>be based on all my personal experiences. I need a
<v Speaker 1>place to help me discover new ways of researching the
<v Speaker 1>topic and find like minded people. I don't want to
<v Speaker 1>give people the wrong idea and make them think that
<v Speaker 1>I just want to gain YouTube subscribers. Like some other
<v Speaker 1>channels out there, my goal is to document data and
<v Speaker 1>collaborate with people across the globe trying to do the
<v Speaker 1>same things as me out in the field. I would
<v Speaker 1>really like to find more people in my area that
<v Speaker 1>have had the same experiences. If you have had any
<v Speaker 1>bigfoot encounters here in Missouri, you can email me at
<v Speaker 1>Sasquatchthory at outlook dot com. I would really like to
<v Speaker 1>hear what people have to say, and if you don't
<v Speaker 1>have time to email, you can just leave a comment
<v Speaker 1>down below.
<v Speaker 2>All right.
<v Speaker 1>With all that being said, let's get into our next encounters.
<v Speaker 1>My next encounter is about a year later from the
<v Speaker 1>Merrimack scream incident. This happened, I believe in the summertime.
<v Speaker 1>I was living in a place outside of town with
<v Speaker 1>my girlfriend.
<v Speaker 2>At the time.
<v Speaker 1>I had brought in my Siberian Husky and bagged up
<v Speaker 1>the trash to take it out. It was already dark outside,
<v Speaker 1>as I had just gotten home from work a while ago.
<v Speaker 1>I was standing on the back deck facing the woodline.
<v Speaker 1>I decided to do a whoop. I don't know why
<v Speaker 1>I did. It is something I began doing after the
<v Speaker 1>River scream incident. My girlfriend opened the sliding glass door
<v Speaker 1>and came outside to see what I was doing. We
<v Speaker 1>were having a normal conversation in the backyard when all
<v Speaker 1>of a sudden, something began to crash through the woods.
<v Speaker 1>It was coming our way super fast. It honestly sounded
<v Speaker 1>like a bulldozer crashing through the woods, just without the
<v Speaker 1>sound of the bulldozer. You could hear trees and limbs
<v Speaker 1>being smashed as it made its way to us. It
<v Speaker 1>seemed to have stopped right at the edge of the woodline.
<v Speaker 1>Whatever it was decided we were not what it thought
<v Speaker 1>we were, and turned around and walked off. At this point,
<v Speaker 1>I know I am having bigfoot encounters, but it is
<v Speaker 1>not seeming to register in my brain that this is
<v Speaker 1>the reality of it. I guess what I am saying
<v Speaker 1>is I am shrugging all of this off and pretty
<v Speaker 1>much telling myself that can't.
<v Speaker 2>Be what it is.
<v Speaker 1>I know this could be anything in some people's opinion,
<v Speaker 1>but what else in the forest would react to a
<v Speaker 1>wood knock or a whoop in this manner? I know
<v Speaker 1>it seems like I have a lot of encounters and interactions,
<v Speaker 1>which I do. But who else is trying these things
<v Speaker 1>when they go out to the forest. Maybe I get lucky,
<v Speaker 1>or maybe I have some type of connection. I see
<v Speaker 1>others going out searching for these creatures and to no avail.
<v Speaker 1>I think that's almost everyone, So I can't really say
<v Speaker 1>you have to get off the couch.
<v Speaker 2>For this one.
<v Speaker 1>My next encounter is an ice sighting along the Merrimack River.
<v Speaker 1>I had began working a new job as I lost
<v Speaker 1>a job I had for the past eight years. My
<v Speaker 1>life was going south. At this point, my girlfriend and
<v Speaker 1>I had split up and were living separately. We had
<v Speaker 1>a really strong connection in bond and shared many interest
<v Speaker 1>in the paranormal and the outdoors. I really felt lost
<v Speaker 1>and disconnected. I'm sure everybody knows the feeling of moving
<v Speaker 1>on and pushing forward. There are many other things that
<v Speaker 1>were going wrong, but I'm not gonna mention him here.
<v Speaker 1>It just seems like everything went wrong all at the
<v Speaker 1>same time. This story begins at the meat processing plant
<v Speaker 1>I started working at. My boss and I were talking
<v Speaker 1>about the white tailed bucks he had mounted on his wall.
<v Speaker 1>He began to tell me where his son harvested a
<v Speaker 1>nice buck on some secluded public land. I asked him
<v Speaker 1>about this public land area, as I was very curious
<v Speaker 1>on the subject. I have never hunted public land before,
<v Speaker 1>and I had just gotten into bow hunting a few
<v Speaker 1>years before this. My boss explained to me exactly how
<v Speaker 1>to get there. I honestly had no idea where he
<v Speaker 1>was talking about, and every time he asked me you
<v Speaker 1>know where this is, I would just reply yep, yes
<v Speaker 1>and yeah. I had no idea where public land was,
<v Speaker 1>and I really wanted to know everything I could about it,
<v Speaker 1>so I asked him, could you write down the highway
<v Speaker 1>and road name. All I could really remember was it
<v Speaker 1>was close to the Merrimack River. There would be a
<v Speaker 1>sharp ninety degree turn right before the road I am
<v Speaker 1>supposed to turn on. I left work that day with
<v Speaker 1>the directions on a ripped up, scribbled piece of paper. Honestly,
<v Speaker 1>that was all I needed to have a good time.
<v Speaker 1>I knew how to get halfway there, so if I
<v Speaker 1>can just find the road, I will be able to
<v Speaker 1>find this piece of public land. I remembered him saying
<v Speaker 1>there was a nine degree turn right before the turnoff.
<v Speaker 1>I had already drove miles out of town. I began
<v Speaker 1>to see a sharp turn with a road signed to
<v Speaker 1>the left. I slowed down and it was the road
<v Speaker 1>he described to me. I was excited and cruising down
<v Speaker 1>a gravel road in the middle of nowhere. I am
<v Speaker 1>almost getting to the spot that he was talking about,
<v Speaker 1>and a bunch of turkey ran in front of my car.
<v Speaker 1>I thought, oh wow, this is going to be amazing.
<v Speaker 1>My boss told me, if you don't see fifty deer
<v Speaker 1>in one day, something strong. I know that sounds like
<v Speaker 1>a large number, but there is a conservation area close
<v Speaker 1>by that does not allow hunting. When you drive on
<v Speaker 1>the highway, you will see deer after deer, so I
<v Speaker 1>knew he wasn't exaggerating. I forgot to mention this is
<v Speaker 1>September fourteenth, twenty eighteen. I remember the date because it
<v Speaker 1>was the day before opening bow season. I finally reached
<v Speaker 1>the end of this long gravel road that dead ends
<v Speaker 1>at a parking lot in the middle of nowhere. On
<v Speaker 1>one side of the parking lot is private land, and
<v Speaker 1>on the other side is a huge cliff in the
<v Speaker 1>Merrimack River. I get out and look off the cliff
<v Speaker 1>across the river. You could see a very, very long
<v Speaker 1>ways from this spot. I remember him saying it was
<v Speaker 1>hard to get into this hunting area, but I had
<v Speaker 1>no idea. This cliff was so steep. I thought, Man,
<v Speaker 1>this guy is nuts to walk down this cliff with
<v Speaker 1>a bow.
<v Speaker 2>And cross the river.
<v Speaker 1>I turned around and walked back towards my car when
<v Speaker 1>I saw something jet black on all fours move through
<v Speaker 1>the green oak brush. Whatever it was was on the
<v Speaker 1>private land side. I wasn't sure if I was looking
<v Speaker 1>at a small group of turkeys moving through the brush.
<v Speaker 1>I quickly dismissed that idea as I could see black fur.
<v Speaker 1>My next thought was, is this a wild hog or
<v Speaker 1>a black bear. It seemed to move like a primate
<v Speaker 1>on all fours, or like a kangaroo, if a kangaroo
<v Speaker 1>could use all fours. It was just a very strange
<v Speaker 1>movement for this neck of the woods. Finally, whatever this
<v Speaker 1>was got to a larger oak tree at about thirty
<v Speaker 1>yards away from my vehicle. It made no sound as
<v Speaker 1>it moved through the brush and oak leaves. When it
<v Speaker 1>got to the oak tree, it stood up and all
<v Speaker 1>I could see was a jet black furry arm and
<v Speaker 1>body moved behind the large oak. When I mean moved slow,
<v Speaker 1>I mean it moved as if it were in slow motion.
<v Speaker 1>I could see black fingers. The arm was very long.
<v Speaker 1>It had a very long forearm. The forearm honestly reminded
<v Speaker 1>me of mega man's arm, but only black and hairy.
<v Speaker 1>The forearm had a shape of a large woofleball bat
<v Speaker 1>in a way. The hair was not matted, but was
<v Speaker 1>layered like a Christmas tree. If that makes any sense
<v Speaker 1>to anyone. I can't think of the right description. But
<v Speaker 1>the hair was only a few inches long and was
<v Speaker 1>layered in a certain way. I guess is what I
<v Speaker 1>am trying to say. Whatever it was had a nice, clean,
<v Speaker 1>jet black coat. The individual I saw was not extremely huge.
<v Speaker 2>The creature was.
<v Speaker 1>Bigger than me and I am five eleven and weigh
<v Speaker 1>one hundred and eighty five pounds, so I suspect this
<v Speaker 1>sasquatch was like a teenage bigfoot. I am staring at
<v Speaker 1>this oak tree, still thinking it's a bear or a hog.
<v Speaker 1>I honestly think I shrugged it off again as it
<v Speaker 1>was happening and continued doing what I was doing. I
<v Speaker 1>regret that action to this day, but I was committed
<v Speaker 1>to deer hunting. I made my way down the steep
<v Speaker 1>cliff on the opposite side of where I had the encounter.
<v Speaker 1>It was very wild, indeed, I saw at least three
<v Speaker 1>snakes and a hornet's nest on the way down. I
<v Speaker 1>crossed a large slew and finally crossed the river. I
<v Speaker 1>began to see many large buck tracks and trails going everywhere.
<v Speaker 1>I walked a few feet from the bank and jumped
<v Speaker 1>three large deer. I thought to myself, this place is
<v Speaker 1>going to be money. I wake up at four thirty
<v Speaker 1>am the next morning and drive all the way back
<v Speaker 1>to this spot to find a good tree to hunt
<v Speaker 1>from across the Merrimack River. When I get to the
<v Speaker 1>parking lot where I had my sighting. I sat there
<v Speaker 1>and got a very strange feeling. I got the feeling
<v Speaker 1>of don't go in there, it could be dangerous. I
<v Speaker 1>never had that feeling in my life. I sat in
<v Speaker 1>my car for thirty minutes and watched the reddish orange
<v Speaker 1>sun start to rise. I started my car, backed up,
<v Speaker 1>and turned around and left. I still to this day
<v Speaker 1>have not returned back to this area to bowhunt. All right,
<v Speaker 1>that's all we have today for my encounter stories. I
<v Speaker 1>hope you guys have enjoyed my experiences and follow along
<v Speaker 1>for more encounters. The story begins in the summer of
<v Speaker 1>twenty nineteen. As my luck in life began to diminish,
<v Speaker 1>things went from bad to worse. I literally woke up
<v Speaker 1>one day with a bad back pain. The problem seemed
<v Speaker 1>worse and overtime, and nothing seemed to help. I found
<v Speaker 1>myself limping around everywhere i'd go, so I went to
<v Speaker 1>the doctor and got a CT scan on my back.
<v Speaker 1>The doctor told me I had two herniated disks in
<v Speaker 1>my back and skyatica in the right leg. The doctor
<v Speaker 1>asked if I had been in an accident or if
<v Speaker 1>I had done something to injure myself in this way.
<v Speaker 2>I told him not.
<v Speaker 1>At all, and it all seemed to have developed on
<v Speaker 1>its own. Medications didn't work, and sleep was a difficult
<v Speaker 1>thing to achieve. Nothing would relieve the pain. As far
<v Speaker 1>as tilonol or ibuprofen. I began doing physical therapy. It
<v Speaker 1>didn't seem to help, and in my opinion, it only
<v Speaker 1>made things worse. The pain was constant, and it felt
<v Speaker 1>like someone shot me in the back. As far as
<v Speaker 1>my right leg, I could only lift it up so far,
<v Speaker 1>and so I would feel an unimaginable pain. I had
<v Speaker 1>already gone through the winter and it was now early summer.
<v Speaker 1>I started walking my driveway road because laying down was
<v Speaker 1>getting old. I began to feel better after walking and
<v Speaker 1>getting exercise.
<v Speaker 2>Since walking and laying down were about all I could.
<v Speaker 1>Do, that's exactly what I started doing. I had made
<v Speaker 1>the decision I wasn't going to let this get in
<v Speaker 1>the way of deer hunting. I put up several trail
<v Speaker 1>cameras on key areas of my property. In this area
<v Speaker 1>of Missouri, there is forest around every corner of the county.
<v Speaker 2>The deer would move.
<v Speaker 1>From one major betting area and move to another betting area.
<v Speaker 1>My house and property lies in between that transition zone.
<v Speaker 1>It is basically a funnel for game activity. Last year,
<v Speaker 1>I hunted down by the creek bottom and saw deer
<v Speaker 1>every single day. It was one of the best years
<v Speaker 1>I ever had. I wasn't going to miss out the
<v Speaker 1>year because of some back problem. As much as my
<v Speaker 1>back problems bothered me, I had to hand it to myself.
<v Speaker 1>I was getting after it. I began to notice that
<v Speaker 1>staying active was making the symptoms a little better. It
<v Speaker 1>was also healthy for my mind at the same time
<v Speaker 1>as I had many other issues to deal with. I mean,
<v Speaker 1>I couldn't even sit and play guitar without feeling pain.
<v Speaker 1>I couldn't hang out with my friends that lived an
<v Speaker 1>hour away. It was just a downtime in my life
<v Speaker 1>that I am not proud of. I went to town
<v Speaker 1>to grab a few groceries. On the way out the door,
<v Speaker 1>I grabbed an SD card. I wanted to check one
<v Speaker 1>of my trail cameras that I had right off the
<v Speaker 1>driveway road. I didn't like to put my cameras deep
<v Speaker 1>in the forest. I feel like that is too much
<v Speaker 1>intrusion and pressure on the deer. I liked to give
<v Speaker 1>them their space and catch them on the way out
<v Speaker 1>of their betting areas and on the exit trails. When
<v Speaker 1>I was coming back from town, I almost forgot to
<v Speaker 1>check my camera, so I quickly slowed down and pulled
<v Speaker 1>over to the side of the upper driveway road. Nothing
<v Speaker 1>seemed to the usual, and it was like any other day.
<v Speaker 1>I made my way back to my red Mustang and
<v Speaker 1>I was standing there for a while. As I was
<v Speaker 1>preparing to make my way back to the house so
<v Speaker 1>I could check the SD card on my computer. Out
<v Speaker 1>of nowhere, I heard a loud whistle. I turned my
<v Speaker 1>head quickly to the left and looked down the long
<v Speaker 1>circle driveway road. My first thought was my dad was
<v Speaker 1>on the property and he was coming to see what
<v Speaker 1>I was doing. As fast as the first whistle happened,
<v Speaker 1>another one came from directly in front of me. It
<v Speaker 1>was just as loud as the first whistle. The tone
<v Speaker 1>of the whistle was slightly different. It sounded like it
<v Speaker 1>was dual toned. The best way I could describe it
<v Speaker 1>is it had the same whistle as the first individual,
<v Speaker 1>but it also had the sound of like a water droplet.
<v Speaker 1>Sure enough, before I could process what was going on.
<v Speaker 1>A third whistle happened to my right. Each whistle came
<v Speaker 1>from approximately thirty to forty yards away from me, just
<v Speaker 1>far enough into the deep forest where I couldn't see
<v Speaker 1>what was making the sounds. I never saw anyone, and
<v Speaker 1>nobody was in the forest. I couldn't hear any footsteps, rods, sounds.
<v Speaker 1>I didn't smell anything unusual. Everything seemed to be normal,
<v Speaker 1>other than the three human whistles that just went off
<v Speaker 1>around me. I continued my way home to check the
<v Speaker 1>trail camera pictures as I kept wondering in the back
<v Speaker 1>of my head what the heck were those whistles. I
<v Speaker 1>didn't see how much all this affected me until I
<v Speaker 1>look back on the situation now. My human instincts told
<v Speaker 1>me to just shrug this off, like I did with
<v Speaker 1>all the other weird things I've experienced, but my mind
<v Speaker 1>wouldn't let it go this time. I guess after being
<v Speaker 1>in the woods for almost thirty years, I knew this
<v Speaker 1>just was not right. I started thinking about this spot
<v Speaker 1>and how all the game really get funneled into one area.
<v Speaker 1>I all of a sudden remembered I had found a
<v Speaker 1>tree break in this exact same spot years ago. It
<v Speaker 1>was very fresh. When I first found it, I of
<v Speaker 1>course shrugged it off. One of my silly thoughts was,
<v Speaker 1>is this bigfoot? It sounds strange, but I threw it
<v Speaker 1>into my realm of possibilities, as I always had an
<v Speaker 1>interest in the topic. Later on that evening, when it
<v Speaker 1>was almost dark, I walked back up the driveway. When
<v Speaker 1>I got back to the spot I had parked at
<v Speaker 1>earlier in the day, I saw what appeared to be
<v Speaker 1>two orange lights floating throughout the forest. It came from
<v Speaker 1>the direction of the third whistle. The light seemed to
<v Speaker 1>move at a slow pace and were only three or
<v Speaker 1>four feet off the ground. It was about the size
<v Speaker 1>of a basketball. My first thought was it was two
<v Speaker 1>people walking in the woods with cell phones or lanterns.
<v Speaker 1>I think in my entire life of living out in
<v Speaker 1>these woods, I have only caught one person ever trespassing.
<v Speaker 1>I didn't want to walk towards the lights. At the
<v Speaker 1>same time, I have heard some strange UFO stories, and
<v Speaker 1>I knew better than running towards some strange lights in
<v Speaker 1>the middle of nowhere. The lights faded off and I
<v Speaker 1>made my way back to the house. At this point
<v Speaker 1>it was pitch black outside, I decided to walk up
<v Speaker 1>the driveway one more time. When I got halfway up
<v Speaker 1>the road, I heard a loud thump sounded like a
<v Speaker 1>deer jumping, just without the running away part, just.
<v Speaker 2>One loud thump. I was really creeped out.
<v Speaker 1>Something about being here at night compared to the day
<v Speaker 1>was completely different. As I said before, there was forest
<v Speaker 1>on all sides of me. The creepy factor skyrocketed to
<v Speaker 1>a tin just like that. I tried walking a little
<v Speaker 1>further up the road when I heard the loud whoops.
<v Speaker 1>The whoop sounded like the ones from the Sierra sounds.
<v Speaker 1>After it whooped, it seemed to charge at me and
<v Speaker 1>stopped at about thirty or forty yards in the woodline.
<v Speaker 1>I thought to myself, that is no deer, and there
<v Speaker 1>seems to be more than one. Now I am starting
<v Speaker 1>to think maybe it could be bigfoot.
<v Speaker 2>I walked back.
<v Speaker 1>Towards the house in fear, feeling like someone poured a
<v Speaker 1>little bit of cold water down my back. I had
<v Speaker 1>the strange feeling on the back of my neck and
<v Speaker 1>all the hairs on my entire body were standing up.
<v Speaker 1>It was a shocking feeling being out in the dark
<v Speaker 1>woods with these creatures is not cool at all. You
<v Speaker 1>feel extremely vulnerable. I began to watch bigfoot shows and documentaries,
<v Speaker 1>a lot more than I ever did in the past.
<v Speaker 1>To my amazement, I ran across the documentary to Nepal.
<v Speaker 1>The woman lived in the Himalayas and described her yet
<v Speaker 1>he encounter. She stated that the creature whistled at her.
<v Speaker 1>This shocked me. I guess I didn't know these creatures
<v Speaker 1>were capable of doing this. I wanted to know more,
<v Speaker 1>and I began walking the driveway road. I did this
<v Speaker 1>on a daily and made it part of my routine.
<v Speaker 1>Weeks had passed by with no activity. It didn't make
<v Speaker 1>any sense to me how I could have so much
<v Speaker 1>activity and then all of a sudden nothing. At the time,
<v Speaker 1>I thought I was not finding anything, but in reality,
<v Speaker 1>I was walking into an area that was inhabited by sasquatches.
<v Speaker 1>I found a strange structure that was in the shape
<v Speaker 1>of an arch. It had a tree wedged into it
<v Speaker 1>and had many small trees and limbs that seemed to
<v Speaker 1>have been placed around it. I didn't think too much
<v Speaker 1>of it, but the thought of Bigfoot did linger in
<v Speaker 1>the back of my mind. I also found a track
<v Speaker 1>off the road. I wasn't sure what I was doing
<v Speaker 1>at the time, but I was.
<v Speaker 2>Really searching hard for these creatures.
<v Speaker 1>At the time, I tried reaching out to some bigfoot organization.
<v Speaker 1>I think they thought I was full of crap and
<v Speaker 1>didn't know what I was talking about. I wasn't sure
<v Speaker 1>if it was possible, but I wanted to know if
<v Speaker 1>these things could live in Missouri. After walking the driveway
<v Speaker 1>many times, I began to notice mushrooms everywhere. I even
<v Speaker 1>saw some medical mushrooms and found a chicken of the
<v Speaker 1>woods on my way back home. I gave myself a
<v Speaker 1>reason to be in the forest, as you can only
<v Speaker 1>walk in the same area so many times until.
<v Speaker 2>You get bored.
<v Speaker 1>One morning, I was walking the property and I noticed
<v Speaker 1>the chantraill mushrooms were growing everywhere. I came back home
<v Speaker 1>and grabbed it back and it camouflaged backpack. I picked
<v Speaker 1>up so many chantrails I started off in one part
<v Speaker 1>of the forest and ended up in a complete opposite side.
<v Speaker 1>When it was all said and done, my bag was
<v Speaker 1>full and I was getting hungry, so I made my
<v Speaker 1>way back home.
<v Speaker 2>It was about ten thirty am.
<v Speaker 1>I still had about one hundred and fifty feet of
<v Speaker 1>road until I reached the driveway. I heard what sounded
<v Speaker 1>to be a bird or maybe a squirrel. I looked
<v Speaker 1>to my left and saw a black mass crouched at
<v Speaker 1>about thirty or forty yards away. It all of a
<v Speaker 1>sudden stood up. I was shocked at what I was seeing.
<v Speaker 1>It was a bigfoot. I wasn't excited or scared. I
<v Speaker 1>stared into the forest with my eyes super wide, not
<v Speaker 1>sure if what I was seeing was real. The individual
<v Speaker 1>seemed to be in a crouch position when I first
<v Speaker 1>saw him. He appeared to be six plus feet tall.
<v Speaker 1>I say six feet, but it could have been seven.
<v Speaker 1>This thing was a big creature. He had a very primate,
<v Speaker 1>humanoid face to him. He resembled Mike Tyson in the face,
<v Speaker 1>very angry looking, and his expression did not change the
<v Speaker 1>entire time. His eyes were ink black. It had a
<v Speaker 1>flat nose and big brow ridge. His head was round,
<v Speaker 1>and the creature looked very old. I still to this
<v Speaker 1>day cannot describe the way the lips looked. I want
<v Speaker 1>to say it had thin lips, but I still find
<v Speaker 1>it difficult to describe. I found a few pictures since
<v Speaker 1>then that are almost identical to what I was looking at.
<v Speaker 1>He looked at me as soon as he stood up
<v Speaker 1>and turned his head back and began walking away. He
<v Speaker 1>was jet black and his fur was only about three
<v Speaker 1>or four inches long. I immediately noticed two whitish gray
<v Speaker 1>stripes going down his back like a skunk. The stripe
<v Speaker 1>started at his shoulder blades and went down each side
<v Speaker 1>of his vertical column. He also had whitish gray patches
<v Speaker 1>on both of his calves, and the arms appeared to
<v Speaker 1>have a swinging motion and went down all the way
<v Speaker 1>to the individual's knees. The encounter was almost identical to
<v Speaker 1>the Patterson film. Even the direction the creature was walking
<v Speaker 1>was the same. The way it looked my direction a
<v Speaker 1>few times to see if I was following him. It
<v Speaker 1>was all almost identical except a few features and facial differences.
<v Speaker 1>The sasquatch walked quartering away from me, heading towards the
<v Speaker 1>creek bottom, and disappeared into the thick Missouri forest. He
<v Speaker 1>appeared to be very confident in the way he moved.
<v Speaker 1>The sasquatch did not run, just casually walked off into
<v Speaker 1>the forest. It was as if he was aware of
<v Speaker 1>his size and knew I wouldn't follow him. I wasn't
<v Speaker 1>sure if what I saw was real. I was still
<v Speaker 1>shocked at what I had seen and was wrestling in
<v Speaker 1>my own mind if what I had seen was actually reality.
<v Speaker 1>I quickly walked the remaining distance I had to get
<v Speaker 1>back to the driveway and continue to cross the yard.
<v Speaker 1>I was trying to cut this thing off to make
<v Speaker 1>sure I knew what I saw. I stepped over the old,
<v Speaker 1>rusted barb wire fence at the opposite side of the
<v Speaker 1>yard and crossed back into the forest. I heard what
<v Speaker 1>sounded like a horse. I could hear deep breathing and
<v Speaker 1>exhaling of the breath from where I was standing. I
<v Speaker 1>could not see the Bigfoot. He was obscured by all
<v Speaker 1>the brush and I could only hear him. This was
<v Speaker 1>confirmation that I was not crazy, at least to myself. Anyways,
<v Speaker 1>I took a few steps back, cross back over the fence,
<v Speaker 1>and walked back to my house. There was no more
<v Speaker 1>evidence I needed. Now I know everything that I have
<v Speaker 1>experienced was bigfoot. The screams I heard in the past,
<v Speaker 1>the trees being pushed over, and the whistles, all of
<v Speaker 1>this was Bigfoot. I do feel like if I would
<v Speaker 1>have went any further, my life could have been in danger.
<v Speaker 1>All of the encounters happened on the game trails. I
<v Speaker 1>do feel like the end of it was feeding on
<v Speaker 1>the wide variety of mushrooms that were growing in the area.
<v Speaker 1>The experience changed my life and made me a more
<v Speaker 1>active person. I also feel like I have a great
<v Speaker 1>responsibility to tell people about my experiences and to help
<v Speaker 1>others who have encountered the same anomalies.
<v Speaker 2>Many strange events.
<v Speaker 1>Began to take place on the property after the size siding.
<v Speaker 1>Stick around for the next chapter of the story. Let
<v Speaker 1>me know your guys' thoughts and feelings on how everything
<v Speaker 1>played out. I would really like to know if you
<v Speaker 1>guys have had similar stories or maybe encounters. Let me
<v Speaker 1>know in the comments below. In this episode, I will
<v Speaker 1>be discussing the next individual I run into. I think
<v Speaker 1>about this moment every day of my life. I will
<v Speaker 1>never forget the face of the sasquatch I encountered. The
<v Speaker 1>power behind the sighting had a deep impact in my
<v Speaker 1>life and forever changed me. While many encounters leave a
<v Speaker 1>negative impact on a person's life, minded the exact opposite.
<v Speaker 1>I now believe in myself a lot more and I
<v Speaker 1>venture into the forest at any chance I get. I
<v Speaker 1>have also developed a deep appreciation of nature and the
<v Speaker 1>outdoors since my encounters. I hope someone out there finds
<v Speaker 1>this information useful. Let's get into the next part of
<v Speaker 1>this story. After I had my eyesighting of a bigfoot,
<v Speaker 1>I knew I had stumbled across something extremely rare. How
<v Speaker 1>would I tell my friends and family that I saw
<v Speaker 1>a bigfoot and had strange encounters. As fascinating as I
<v Speaker 1>found all this to be, I still found it all
<v Speaker 1>to be very confusing. The thought of bigfoot began to
<v Speaker 1>infest my mind on a daily and it was all
<v Speaker 1>I could think about. I began spending almost all my
<v Speaker 1>time being out in the forest. I came across many
<v Speaker 1>strange things while being out there in the sticks. The
<v Speaker 1>mushrooms were growing thick this year, and the variety of
<v Speaker 1>mushrooms that were growing was incredible. I have never seen
<v Speaker 1>so many different species and mushrooms. To my surprise, this
<v Speaker 1>area of the forest was the only spot mushrooms were
<v Speaker 1>really growing. I found a few mushrooms next to a
<v Speaker 1>structure I found both fines were extremely odd, and it
<v Speaker 1>was where the whistle incident happened. A few of the
<v Speaker 1>mushrooms had bites taken out of them. The size of
<v Speaker 1>the bite was enormous and you could see teeth like indentions.
<v Speaker 1>The bite was about the size of a horse's mouth,
<v Speaker 1>definitely too big to be a deer or any known
<v Speaker 1>animal the forest. I have a video somewhere documenting this.
<v Speaker 1>If I don't find it, I will post it in
<v Speaker 1>a future video when I come across it. The structure
<v Speaker 1>was in the shape of an arch and also had
<v Speaker 1>another tree wedged into it. It also had fresh and
<v Speaker 1>old limbs set around the structure. I ended up following
<v Speaker 1>where the arch was pointing, and I followed it almost
<v Speaker 1>to the creek and a drainage ditch that cuts in
<v Speaker 1>between two separate ridges. I got down in between the
<v Speaker 1>two ridges and I found a massive structure. This was
<v Speaker 1>one of those structures that you instantly start questioning what
<v Speaker 1>made it. I could only be out so long until
<v Speaker 1>my back, leg and hip flared up and I couldn't walk.
<v Speaker 1>This was extremely frustrating because I couldn't do something as
<v Speaker 1>simple as walk around like a normal person. I was
<v Speaker 1>twenty nine years old, and I was somehow losing my
<v Speaker 1>ability to walk. At this point, I knew I had
<v Speaker 1>bigger things to deal with other than my feelings. Each
<v Speaker 1>day I would go out and investigate the property with
<v Speaker 1>my new camp quarter. Each day I would return with
<v Speaker 1>a new discovery. I was shocked at the activity that
<v Speaker 1>I was getting. Like I said in my previous videos,
<v Speaker 1>at the time, I thought I wasn't getting very much activity.
<v Speaker 1>After time and learning more about the subject, I was
<v Speaker 1>perplexed by the activity I experienced. I found a mushroom
<v Speaker 1>near one of the structures that I thought for sure
<v Speaker 1>was an edible mushroom. I am very into learning anything
<v Speaker 1>about foraging and survival. I wasn't sure if this mushroom
<v Speaker 1>was edible. It really looked like the mushroom I was after.
<v Speaker 1>I decided not to take any chances and left it
<v Speaker 1>in the middle of the road. I walked back to
<v Speaker 1>my house and looked at a mushroom book and online
<v Speaker 1>to identify this sucker. I quickly returned back to the
<v Speaker 1>spot in the middle of the road where I had
<v Speaker 1>left the mushroom. It was gone and in its place
<v Speaker 1>was a set of keys. I was only gone for
<v Speaker 1>tops ten to fifteen minutes, and I know for a
<v Speaker 1>fact no one else was up there. I did not
<v Speaker 1>know what this was at the time, but I later
<v Speaker 1>learned that this was called gifting. I started watching more
<v Speaker 1>underground Bigfoot shows. I watched a lot of Bigfoot Odyssey
<v Speaker 1>and Crypto Reality. I really enjoyed the way Mark Zasky
<v Speaker 1>would explain his Bigfoot stories. He really believes in what
<v Speaker 1>he is saying and knows how to explain it. He
<v Speaker 1>is not afraid to stand up for what he believes in.
<v Speaker 1>I remember watching a video of his where you could
<v Speaker 1>see something in the video move incredibly fast. It stood
<v Speaker 1>up at one point and duck behind the brush. I
<v Speaker 1>wasn't sure if it was really bigfoot, but I paid
<v Speaker 1>attention nonetheless and thought about every possibility. Another weird instance
<v Speaker 1>was one time I was watching TV in the living room.
<v Speaker 1>This was in the middle of summer, so I had
<v Speaker 1>the window opened. I was watching an elk hunting show.
<v Speaker 1>They did bugle after bugle as they crossed the mountains
<v Speaker 1>to find an elk. I had the TV turned up
<v Speaker 1>loud so I can hear the hunters whispering. This made
<v Speaker 1>the bugles extremely loud. As I watched the show, I
<v Speaker 1>was feeling better, so I decided to walk back to
<v Speaker 1>my little area of strangeness. I walked around for a
<v Speaker 1>little while and didn't get much activity. I decided to
<v Speaker 1>pack it up and return home. I heard behind me
<v Speaker 1>what sounded like an elk bugle. It had the entire
<v Speaker 1>build up sound, and it even did the chuckles towards
<v Speaker 1>the end. With the heavy breathing. It sounded like a
<v Speaker 1>primate doing it. Though I thought that this was strange
<v Speaker 1>because the vocalization happened as soon as I turned my
<v Speaker 1>back and started walking towards the house. I guess they
<v Speaker 1>have the ability to mimic other animals. There is a
<v Speaker 1>wild elk population south of Missouri, so who knows. Keep
<v Speaker 1>in mind each instance I explained happens throughout a span
<v Speaker 1>of weeks to a month. I get one clue if
<v Speaker 1>I am lucky each day I go there. I am
<v Speaker 1>also new with my camera and I don't really understand
<v Speaker 1>the settings. Plus my camera skills suck. I will soon
<v Speaker 1>find out that not understanding my new camera will be
<v Speaker 1>a big mistake. At nighttime, I would hear these strange
<v Speaker 1>owl sounds. It always sounded like a person mimicking an owl.
<v Speaker 1>It got to the point to where they just made
<v Speaker 1>it obvious it wasn't an owl. It seems like they
<v Speaker 1>would get lazy with the call or something. The owl
<v Speaker 1>sounds were always on different sides of the property, always
<v Speaker 1>right in the woodline, like they were being projected right
<v Speaker 1>towards me. I noticed after my sighting, I was way
<v Speaker 1>more afraid of the dark. I can't really be out
<v Speaker 1>at night in the woods. It really scares me, not
<v Speaker 1>to say, I won't do it. Just knowing they exist
<v Speaker 1>somehow made the forest a night that much more powerful
<v Speaker 1>and dangerous. You can doubt all you want, even if
<v Speaker 1>you have seen one. When it comes to nighttime, you
<v Speaker 1>know something.
<v Speaker 2>Is out there.
<v Speaker 1>I think our bodies are hardwired to be scared of
<v Speaker 1>the dark to protect us from danger rightfully, so evolution
<v Speaker 1>is not failed as yet. I noticed two out of
<v Speaker 1>three of my dogs were acting very strange. My small
<v Speaker 1>German shepherd Macy and my lab with a little pit
<v Speaker 1>mix began going into the forest and barking uncontrollably. When
<v Speaker 1>I would put them in their pen, they would just
<v Speaker 1>try to escape. I didn't understand why they started behaving
<v Speaker 1>like this. The lab mix would go all the way
<v Speaker 1>to the creek bottom at two in the morning and
<v Speaker 1>just bark for hours. He did this every day. They
<v Speaker 1>both ended up going missing. This is that doubt and
<v Speaker 1>ignorance I had towards the subject. I still kept shoving
<v Speaker 1>things aside and questioning if what I saw was actually real,
<v Speaker 1>even though I had just seen a bigfoot clear as day.
<v Speaker 1>It was hard to process all of this in my brain,
<v Speaker 1>just because it's not supposed to exist. I think suppressing
<v Speaker 1>what I saw was starting to bother me. I don't
<v Speaker 1>know why, but seeing something so powerful and not being
<v Speaker 1>able to tell somebody was kind of bothering me. I
<v Speaker 1>knew this was the hand that I was dealt, so
<v Speaker 1>I continued and ignored the fact that I can't really
<v Speaker 1>talk to people about this. I remember being in my
<v Speaker 1>room at night and something would slap the side of
<v Speaker 1>the house really hard. This happened about two or three times.
<v Speaker 1>What I found shocking about this, other than how hard
<v Speaker 1>they hit the house, was they seem to know where
<v Speaker 1>my bedroom is down to where my bed is. How
<v Speaker 1>would they know this? They always hit right where I was,
<v Speaker 1>as if to let me know they were there. It
<v Speaker 1>really seems like they enjoy messing with people. They are
<v Speaker 1>so confident in their abilities to just vanish and avoid
<v Speaker 1>human contact that they seem to have their own game
<v Speaker 1>of tag. Let's see which one of us can get
<v Speaker 1>as close as we can to a human. One theory
<v Speaker 1>I have about this is the older bigfoots teach the
<v Speaker 1>younger sasquatches how to do this, and that is why
<v Speaker 1>it is usually juveniles making contact with people. They are
<v Speaker 1>basically being trained by the older ones and learning the
<v Speaker 1>ways of being elusive and slick. Time went on since
<v Speaker 1>my last sighting. I wasn't really finding much, it seemed,
<v Speaker 1>and every time I heard a noise I busted out
<v Speaker 1>my camera.
<v Speaker 2>It was all always a squirrel that presented itself.
<v Speaker 1>Remember this sounds like a lot of activity in one
<v Speaker 1>ten minute story, but over time to me, it didn't
<v Speaker 1>really seem like much.
<v Speaker 2>Also, I wasn't sure if it.
<v Speaker 1>Was even bigfoot making the structures or the weird sounds. Yeah,
<v Speaker 1>I saw one, but it doesn't mean everything was bigfoot.
<v Speaker 1>I began to become very frustrated that there was nothing
<v Speaker 1>out there. What I had seen must have moved off
<v Speaker 1>and was gone. I was walking around for hours almost
<v Speaker 1>every day for nothing. I am literally just wasting my time.
<v Speaker 1>I took a breather and told myself, wake up, this
<v Speaker 1>is real. You have to do this, You have to
<v Speaker 1>keep going out there. So I kept at it and
<v Speaker 1>made my rounds around the driveway and the trails in
<v Speaker 1>the forest. My ex girlfriend and I somewhat patched things
<v Speaker 1>up together, so I had thought it was around noontime
<v Speaker 1>and I called her to see what she was doing
<v Speaker 1>and if she wanted to hang out. She told me
<v Speaker 1>she had been seeing someone else and she was pretty
<v Speaker 1>much done with me. I was extremely angry, sad, and
<v Speaker 1>let down. The one person I thought I could trust
<v Speaker 1>let me down and betrayed me.
<v Speaker 2>What can you do?
<v Speaker 1>I remember watching Colorado Bigfoot on YouTube and trying to
<v Speaker 1>watch other shows to keep myself busy. Nothing was working,
<v Speaker 1>and being inside was killing my back. I can't explain
<v Speaker 1>how low this feeling was. It was a horrible feeling.
<v Speaker 1>I was extremely upset, so I went for a long
<v Speaker 1>walk around the forest. I walked up my driveway and
<v Speaker 1>just took a long walk around the woods to ease
<v Speaker 1>my mind. Before I had left, I looked at the
<v Speaker 1>camera and my phone and said, screw it. I was
<v Speaker 1>just so mad at everything, including the Bigfoot topic, that
<v Speaker 1>I did not grab anything on my way out the door.
<v Speaker 1>I will soon discover that leaving my camera would be
<v Speaker 1>a bad mistake. I began to walk towards the house
<v Speaker 1>on the opposite side of the circle driveway. I did
<v Speaker 1>my routine walk around, take about three steps, stop for
<v Speaker 1>about five to ten seconds, look around, and repeat. It
<v Speaker 1>was about two or three in the evening on a
<v Speaker 1>beautiful summer day. There was no wind and the sun
<v Speaker 1>was shining.
<v Speaker 2>When I got.
<v Speaker 1>About halfway down the paved driveway, I stepped on some gravel.
<v Speaker 1>It made a loud crunching sound. When I looked up,
<v Speaker 1>I saw something moving in the brush right in front
<v Speaker 1>of me. It made a soft sound in the leaves
<v Speaker 1>as it moved through the woods. It looked like turkeys
<v Speaker 1>or a hog, or maybe even a bear moving through
<v Speaker 1>the green forest. Just because all I saw was a
<v Speaker 1>black mass moved through the brush. It seemed to move
<v Speaker 1>like a chimpanzee. It started on all fours. When it
<v Speaker 1>stood up, it seemed to waddle from side to side.
<v Speaker 1>I am still not sure what I am seeing. I
<v Speaker 1>see it go for a medium sized oak tree. At
<v Speaker 1>about fifteen to twenty yards in front of me. I
<v Speaker 1>see a black arm with fur slowly move behind the tree.
<v Speaker 1>This put a light bulb in my head. I remember
<v Speaker 1>what I saw at the public land area off the
<v Speaker 1>Merrimack River.
<v Speaker 2>I knew what I was getting ready to see.
<v Speaker 1>I leaned down and had my right hand on my
<v Speaker 1>right leg, and I was looking around trying to get
<v Speaker 1>a better view as I stood in place. I remember
<v Speaker 1>patting my sides as I was looking for my camera or.
<v Speaker 2>My cell phone.
<v Speaker 1>Oh no, I didn't have it. The only time I
<v Speaker 1>don't bring it. And just like that, this young bigfoot
<v Speaker 1>stepped out from behind the oak tree. He had no
<v Speaker 1>idea I was standing there looking at him. It was
<v Speaker 1>the most majestic thing I have ever seen in my
<v Speaker 1>entire life. When he stepped out, he was looking to
<v Speaker 1>his left. The bigfoot was completely unaware of my presence.
<v Speaker 1>He was completely jet black. His entire body was covered
<v Speaker 1>in fur. It was a beautiful coat of fur, not
<v Speaker 1>mat at all. He was very, very clean. He had
<v Speaker 1>a conical shaped head with no neck, and his head
<v Speaker 1>was connected to his shoulders. The hair on the very
<v Speaker 1>top point of his head was a little matten. He
<v Speaker 1>was probably about four and a half feet tall. His
<v Speaker 1>eyes were about the diameter of a soda can I
<v Speaker 1>could see a lot of the white in his eyes,
<v Speaker 1>and his pupils were small and black. From what I
<v Speaker 1>could tell, you couldn't see his ears or his nose.
<v Speaker 1>His nose was flat and covered by fur and was
<v Speaker 1>not exposed. He had a long lip structure, and I
<v Speaker 1>remember seeing two dental white canine sticking out on each
<v Speaker 1>side of his mouth. He was a baby bigfoot. He
<v Speaker 1>had baby features to him, is why I say that.
<v Speaker 1>The best way I can describe it as seeing a
<v Speaker 1>grown elephant compared to a baby elephant, or a bull
<v Speaker 1>elk to a calf elk.
<v Speaker 2>You can just tell it's a baby.
<v Speaker 1>Right after he stepped out, he stood there like a
<v Speaker 1>statue for a second, like he was soaking up the sun.
<v Speaker 1>I remember the beams of sunlight hitting the top of
<v Speaker 1>his head, and the black fur seemed to shine a little.
<v Speaker 1>I also remember a slight breeze hitting his forehead and
<v Speaker 1>the hairs on his forehead waving a little bit in
<v Speaker 1>the wind. He seemed to be very relaxed looking and
<v Speaker 1>didn't have a care in the world. The lower half
<v Speaker 1>of the sasquatch's body was not exposed, as it was
<v Speaker 1>covered up by the undergrowth and brush.
<v Speaker 2>Here is a pig.
<v Speaker 1>Sure I have drawn up. It's not the best drawling,
<v Speaker 1>but it does look like the Sasquatch I saw from
<v Speaker 1>my viewing point. The individual slowly turned towards me. I
<v Speaker 1>again began feeling my pockets with my left hand for
<v Speaker 1>my phone. Again I did not have my camera or
<v Speaker 1>my phone on me. We were now face to face.
<v Speaker 1>His eyes got really wide as we were now both
<v Speaker 1>staring at each other. He appeared to be just as
<v Speaker 1>surprised and shocked as I was. He quickly ducked down
<v Speaker 1>at a speed that I have never seen any living
<v Speaker 1>creature do. If I would have blinked the moment he
<v Speaker 1>ducked down, I would have thought he just vanished into
<v Speaker 1>thin air. I could see some of the undergrowth swaying
<v Speaker 1>back and forth after he ducked down. I never saw
<v Speaker 1>him go left or right of the tree. He seemed
<v Speaker 1>to be able to keep the tree in between us both,
<v Speaker 1>and he did not make one sound on his escape exit.
<v Speaker 1>The first thing I said was oh my God. As
<v Speaker 1>I had my hands on my head, I kept repeating
<v Speaker 1>that phrase out loud. I remember saying that was so cool.
<v Speaker 1>They are real. I immediately knew that what I was
<v Speaker 1>being told in life was not true. I remember immediately
<v Speaker 1>deciding I am never watching mainstream TV again. As far
<v Speaker 1>as mainstream media. I knew immediately that people were being
<v Speaker 1>lied to and what I was experiencing was reality. I
<v Speaker 1>also remember thinking, if this is real and every one
<v Speaker 1>said it wasn't, then God is real too, and many
<v Speaker 1>other things like UFOs and aliens must be as well.
<v Speaker 1>I finally snapped out of it and took action. I
<v Speaker 1>thought I should enter the woods and follow him. No,
<v Speaker 1>that might be a bad idea. What if mom and
<v Speaker 1>Dad are watching me right now. I remember looking behind
<v Speaker 1>me into the deep forest and not seeing or hearing anything.
<v Speaker 1>It did not make sense to me how this sucker
<v Speaker 1>was hanging out this close to people during the middle
<v Speaker 1>of the day.
<v Speaker 2>Granted it was a week day.
<v Speaker 1>I did not understand why he would be all alone
<v Speaker 1>hanging out that close to people. Moments after the siding,
<v Speaker 1>I walked back home. I seem to have forgot or
<v Speaker 1>put aside my life problems. I was so jacked up
<v Speaker 1>with adrenaline I couldn't feel my back pain for the
<v Speaker 1>first time in months. It took about two hours after
<v Speaker 1>the sighting until the back pain returned. It seemed like
<v Speaker 1>all the issues I had in my life that were
<v Speaker 1>plaguing and afflicting me just disappeared. I began thinking extremely
<v Speaker 1>deep into the Bigfoot subject. There was nothing anyone could
<v Speaker 1>do at this point to convince me otherwise. I started
<v Speaker 1>to really get more engaged with the outdoors and the
<v Speaker 1>Bigfoot topic. The reasons I put some personal things out
<v Speaker 1>about me is because I feel like it is part
<v Speaker 1>of the story.
<v Speaker 2>I would never tell.
<v Speaker 1>People these things, but it seems like the bigfoots knew
<v Speaker 1>I was hurt and was not a threat. I have
<v Speaker 1>my theories about this, but I think it's obvious they
<v Speaker 1>have some type of abilities we just don't understand. I
<v Speaker 1>finally got what I was looking for, which was another
<v Speaker 1>up close encounter to confirm everything for me. My doubt
<v Speaker 1>was gone and I became a full believer. I guess
<v Speaker 1>it took a few sightings for me to fully believe
<v Speaker 1>and understand what was really going on in the forest.
<v Speaker 1>Many people say it is impossible to sneak up on
<v Speaker 1>a bigfoot. I completely disagree. If you can catch them
<v Speaker 1>at the right time of year, I think your odds
<v Speaker 1>greatly increase.
<v Speaker 2>One thing I think.
<v Speaker 1>About a lot is why I only had my sighting
<v Speaker 1>when I did not have my camera on me. It
<v Speaker 1>really bugs me because I had my camera every day
<v Speaker 1>before that, and I was filming anything that moved or
<v Speaker 1>looked out of place. I still to this day never
<v Speaker 1>enter the forest without my camera. I don't think I
<v Speaker 1>could have had the sidings if it wasn't for the
<v Speaker 1>bigfoot research that has been done and if I didn't
<v Speaker 1>believe it. For example, if I would have just overlooked
<v Speaker 1>the whistles and the structures, I would have never been
<v Speaker 1>out there to experience and encounter a bigfoot. I am
<v Speaker 1>aware no one has confirmed bigfoot making structures or wood
<v Speaker 1>knocking or whatever it may be. But if I don't
<v Speaker 1>use others' experiences and knowledge, how can I track down
<v Speaker 1>a sasquatch? If you were just doubting all of the
<v Speaker 1>evidence in front of you, how are you supposed to
<v Speaker 1>solve the mystery. After I had these two sidings, the
<v Speaker 1>activity really seemed to slow down. I have my own
<v Speaker 1>theories about why they may have shown up to the property.
<v Speaker 1>During the time spent out there in the forest, far
<v Speaker 1>away in the distance, I could hear logging going on
<v Speaker 1>in the constant sound of chainsawing day after day, someone
<v Speaker 1>was destroying their habitat. After pinpointing the location on maps,
<v Speaker 1>it seems like they logged about eighty acres of pine
<v Speaker 1>forest and turned it into fields. I will never know
<v Speaker 1>the real reason this group of Sasquatches showed up to
<v Speaker 1>the property, but I am extremely intrigued to learn as
<v Speaker 1>much as I possibly can. I have since then discovered
<v Speaker 1>other groups in completely different areas, and I am actively
<v Speaker 1>engaged in learning and discovering more. All right, I hope
<v Speaker 1>everyone has found my stories useful, and maybe you could
<v Speaker 1>use this information to better understand the Sasquatches in your
<v Speaker 1>neck of the woods. I would really like to find
<v Speaker 1>someone to draw up a sketch of the bigfoots I saw.
<v Speaker 1>That would be amazing. Anyways, I'm just rambling. That is
<v Speaker 1>the end of this portion of my story. My next
<v Speaker 1>stories take place after I deeply start investigating the topic.
<v Speaker 1>My next series of videos will be about my findings
<v Speaker 1>after the sightings. I practically went out there every day
<v Speaker 1>and tried anything I could to get an interaction until
<v Speaker 1>the next time. Thank you everyone for listening to my experiences.
<v Speaker 2>Take care,