Get Out of The Woods Before Dark! - My Bigfoot Sighting Episode 107

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of My big Foot Sighting. All right, then let's do this. Seen
a bunch of run down, no horse towns where the church is the backboneos
and the bow and the fasting melodies coove in with the bone man Rose,
where the roots run deep beyond the nose of the busy streets, with the
songs of the South o s. Then I mean I hear the prompt porch
picking down home rhythm bringing out I Don't Run from Banjum music. Yeah.
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please go to my Bigfoot Sighting dot com. My Bigfoot sightings occurred on a
farm in central Wisconsin over a time period of about fourteen years, from the
late sixties to the mid eighties. My first sighting, I was almost four
years old. I was out backed by the horses, and I like to
pet their noses and stuff because they were all soft and all. And we
would hang out back there my brothers. I had four brothers, and we'd
hang out there and play at the horses and just kind of enjoy the animals
and stuff. We had cows and horses and chickens and ducks and geese and
all those, and then of course all the wild animals that roamed the farm,
from foxes to whatever else we couldn't see. I was petting the horses
when I noticed, all of a sudden, they started getting really jittery,
and they were just really nervous and kind of started to run around the horse
pan a little bit. And I heard this gruff noise just kind of up
in the woods, and the horses were still going crazy, and I looked
up there, and I didn't see anything at first, but then all of
a sudden, I heard a like a branch break, and right at the
very corner of our woods, I noticed that there was a somebody walking by,
a really tall guy. He looked like he had a cowboy hat on.
It was late in the evening, so there was like in August,
and there was like a red glow on the edge of the woods up there.
This is about seventy five two hundred yards away from me. And what
I noticed was this thing looked kind of back at me and then just kept
walking, and it walked right through the corner of our woods into the neighbors
woods and never looked back. So I went inside and I said, hey,
the neighbor was right by the fence line and my dad I met him
in town earlier, and so he went back to town. And the next
day we went at the general store. And this is how small of the
town it was. We had general stores and things like that, and a
little bit post office. We lived about three miles out of town. And
my dad ran into him, the neighbor, and he's like, he goes,
hey, were you up in your woods yesterday? And the guy he
says no. He goes, I haven't been over there in at least a
couple of weeks. And he's like, oh, if somebody was walking your
fence line up there, and Jay had seen him and he's like, oh,
he goes, no, I haven't been up there. He goes,
maybe it was somebody along the snowbill trail, because there was a snowmbill trail
that ran across there. He goes, well, this guy was wearing a
cowboy hat and things, and Tim the neighbor says, well, nobody wears
a cowboy hat around here at gym. So it was kind of the end
of that thought, and my mom had mentioned when we went back home,
well maybe it's some kind of hermit or something living up there, you know,
somebody that's living off grid. And my dad said, well, as
long as he stays out of our woods. And the next time I saw
something, I was I was four years old. My mom and I had
gone shopping for groceries, and being a big family, we had to,
you know, have a couple of carts fulls, so she always took one
of us boys with her to go to town and push a shopping cart and
help load nonebol groceries. We had gone shopping and we're on our way home
and we're just about to the farm where we're going up hill, and all
of a sudden, my mom slams on the brakes and we were all that
You could just hear all the groceries come flying up to the front of the
van. I didn't see anything off right away, but then I noticed something
off to the side. And the reason I didn't see anything is because I
was looking at my brother's Mad magazine. One of my older brothers had asked
my mom to pick up a Mad magazine back then, so I was looking
at that, But then I saw this guy who looked like he was wearing
like a fur coat almost, and he was really tall. And there's a
dip in the ditch and this hill went probably up about forty degrees, and
there is a fence line, a barbarire fence line, because this neighbor Tim
had cows that he would keep inside the fence line. I had watched this
guy and he looked like an olympian who just ran through the ditch and jumped
right over the barbo our fence and ran up the side of this hill back
into the woods. And I thought, wow, this guy is like an
Olympian. We got home and my mom told my dad and he's like,
well, that guy needs to stay out of the road. He's going to
get run over. And again didn't think anything of it. Well, maybe
this is that hermit that's living up in our woods or in our neighbors woods.
The next incident that we had that and again all these incidents, I
really didn't think of anything of it until later in life that it could have
been a bigfoot. Always thought it was a human. You know, I'm
that type of person who you got to see it to believe it. But
we went sledding, the whole family did, up on the side of this
hill. In the wintertime, the snow is really deep and you really can't
get up the side of this hill behind the farm without trying to just walk
it. You couldn't drive even a tractor up there during the wintertime because the
snow would get three, four or five feet deep with snowdrifts and stuff.
So we were sledding and halfway through, all of a sudden, we noticed
Dad said, oh, what smell so that it smelled like roadkill, like
something that died. And we just realized that this road smell couldn't possibly be
a dead animal because it would be frozen. It was probably about ten degrees
outside. So my dad just kind of shook it off as whatever, and
you know, we did our sledding and went about our business. But looking
back at it, after having a sighting and knowing what I saw when I
was, you know, almost seventeen years old, it all starts adding up.
There was a time when I was four years old, my brothers and
I we went up into the woods the next summer and we were starting to
cut wood, and we had been up there for a while and we went
down for lunch and came back up again, and when we got back up
there there was a tree across the path, and it wasn't like a tree
that had fallen over. You know. We had this path that we'd follow
with the truck or tractor throughout the woods, and it had like a kind
of a circle thing about a mile in where we could turn around and all
so we could drive the truck throughout the whole woods. But anyway, we
my brother stopped at the tree and we ended up just grabbing the tree,
and like it looked weird because the roots were actually still attached to this tree
and the dirt was fresh, like it had happened while we were down eating
lunch. So it was blocking the path. So my brother just said,
well, just cut it up. So my brother grabbed this, you know,
and this tree is probably about eight inches around, not a big tree,
but big enough. There was no way of us pulling that thing out
of the ground putting it there, or even humans unless they used maybe a
tractor. But there was no chain marks or anything on this tree that would
suggest that it was done by anybody. So we cut up the tree and
kept moving on and dinner things So another instance that happened when I was probably
five years old. My dad liked to drink, so I'll explain that he
was an ex military guy, a really hard guy to get along with,
and always was in his anger state, so we would try to stay away
from as much as possible. He was always gruff, so I would always
like to just kind of be quiet, and I would go climb up on
the backside of our roof of our house, which was kind of into the
hill a little bit, so the backside wasn't very far off the ground,
and I would climb up there and later and just watch the stars until my
dad would go to bed. It was winter time, and so I thought
it was weird. I was looking at the stars and all of a sudden,
I hear this chopping noise, just you know, like somebody's chopping wood
with an axe, and it was loud, and it was coming just over
the fence line basically where I'd seen my first sighting who I thought was a
hermit. But there was no lights. It was dark out, so I
was looking at the stars and most and I hear this chopping noise and I'm
like, that's weird. I don't see any lights. I don't hear anybody.
I don't hear chainsaws or anything, or snowmobiles or a truck or anything.
It was dead silent other than these chopping noises, and you know,
you'd hear like chop, chop, chop, and then nothing and then chop,
chop, chop and nothing again. So I thought that was rather strange,
but again, not knowing what it was, you just kind of brush
things up off and go whatever. When I was five years old, a
strange thing happened. We had put an upholstery business into our barn where we
would do auto and furniture upholstery, and my dad wanted to not just farm
but have a side hobby. He was a parachute rigger in the Navy and
the Army too, so he knew how to sew and knew about patterns and
things like that. So it became a family business and in the old barn
bottom he put the upholstery business. Well, in the middle of the night,
I just wake up and I hear my mom yelling. My dad's yelling
fire, fire, fire, So I run outside and we can see that
the barn is a blaze, and you know, the barn ended up burning
all the way down. The fire department showed up, and they really couldn't
do much other than make sure it didn't burn our house or any more properties.
So that the next morning I was standing outside with my dad and the
fire and says, well, that fire was bright enough to wake up your
neighbors over on the other side of the hill. And my dad says,
well, really, he goes, what do you mean. He goes,
well, up the top behind your barn, up that hill there, and
again, this is where that snowbill trail is. This is where I had
had the siding of what I thought was a hermit before. He said,
so, there's eyeshine of like two or three people up there, and the
thing is and I didn't realize it at the time, but people don't have
eyeshine, only predator to animals, I guess too, So that was a
weird situation. But he said he could see the outline of humans, so
he didn't realize that maybe that this was not human. So another weird instance,
I'd say, when I was about six, it was early spring and
my brothers and I there was across the road from our farm was an open
field that ran down into a kind of a boggy, marshy area, and
the field, would you know, with all the snow and snow melt and
run off, would fill up with water at the bottom, so it looked
like a lake down there. So we ran down there with me and two
of my brothers, and you know, we just kind of got in the
mud a little bit and went, this is too much for us. So
we turned around and started to walk back home, and we noticed along this
row of hickory trees that there was footprints and they were large, and the
thing was you could see the toes, and my brother Andy, who had
boots on, he just stepped next to it and it was still like four
or five inches longer as a bare foot in the mud. But then we're
thinking, it's like forty forty five degrees out who was out here in their
bare feet at this time of year, you know, it was like end
of February, early March or something like that. And we just chalked it
up again to being this hermit guy, you know, I mean, this
guy's a real naturalist or something and doesn't wear shoes, and I don't know,
has adapted to being able to walk in cold weather without any shoes on
them, so again not thinking that it's ever a bigfoot. When I was
six, my brother is at the end of that summer, we went camping
up in the woods. My dad said if we got a bunch of work
done that we could go camping up there. And this is like the only
time we ever went camping, because you know, we ran a farm and
plus we had the uphoster business, so we were always busy as kids.
You know, people laughed at me when I say we had a full time
job when I was five years old, because that's when I started in the
uphoster business, and even earlier when I was working the farm, helping feed
and water the animals and take care of the farm, cutting wood, all
those things. But my two older brothers and I went camping up there,
and you know, we had set up we'd we're cooking pizza burghers on a
griddle and you know, just kind of enjoying ourselves and my two older brothers
my next oldest brother is four years older than me, and my oldest brother
was five years older than me. So they like to pick on me a
lot and try to scare me and stuff. So I would kind of just
not really think too much about it. I just knew that they were just
being kind of mean for brothers, you know, typical stuff, and you
know they'd say, oh, don't let the boogeyman get you, and stuff
like that, Oh do you hear that, and you know, just trying
to get me scared, and really didn't affect me too much. But in
the middle of the night we could hear branches breaking, and those guys would
be like, oh, there's a monster out there, stuff like that.
So but the next morning we woke up and we were loading up our truck
and putting you know, a tent back and everything, and there was a
big branch across about a three inch branch that had been ripped off a tree,
not cut off a tree, And the night before we had kind of
cut all these tree branches with a saw with a bosa on, so we
weren't really ripping branches off a tree as much less one that big. But
it was across the hood of the truck. And my brother, my oldest
brother, says, why would you put that branch there? And not not
any reason of like it was going to damage the truck because it was an
old farm truck, but just kind of going why would you do that?
And I said, I didn't do it. And I was kind of looking
around trying to figure out where this tree branch came from. And I was
looking at the trees and I didn't see anywhere near us that had a tree
branch ripped off. So just another talking up to a weird experience of not
sure why that happened. And in the back of my my mind, I
thought, well, maybe it's at hermit. He just kind of was giving
us a warning that, hey, I know, you guys are up here
or something. So I didn't know what it really was about. At one
point I was I was probably like seven. I was up cutting wood,
and people don't understand when you're you know, grew up on a farm back
then, you did a lot of work at an early age. So I
was up in the woods by myself, cutting wood and I hear this something
coming through the treely is I thought it was a squirrel dropping a nut or
something, and then you know, I'm chopping wood and with the axe splitting
it, and next thing I hear is another through the woods again through these
trees. I hear this rock coming through and it lands next to me and
it's like a three inch diam in a rock, and I'm was like,
whoa, that thing could kill me. I thought it was my two older
brothers again trying to be mean old brothers and trying to scare me or have
fun. And I just kind of yelled and I said, hey, stop
it, you guys are going to hit me with one of these things.
And nothing happened for a little bit, and then next thing you know,
another rock comes flying through and I was just like, that's it, you
guys, knock it off. And I thought maybe because I was near the
back edge of our woods, and you know, we had many acres of
trees and woods, we had a couple of fields and stuff, so our
farm was pretty big. But we backed up onto another farm that was on
the other side of a country block, and a country block is going to
be probably like five miles by five miles by five miles by five miles in
diameter, or so you're you're looking at a lot of acreridge in there for
just about three farms. I ended up grabbing the rock and throwing it back
at what I thought might be my brothers or even my neighbors that our woods
backed up onto us, and you know, there's a barber fence in between
us, so there wasn't you know, like a big division. But somebody
could have been thrown rocks from over there. And my neighbor had a son
that was the same age as one of my older brothers, about four years
older than me, so I thought he could be doing the same thing that
my brothers were, just trying to be goofy and scare me or something.
And I didn't even think it could be even the hermit, because I never
had experienced anything like that. So, you know, from thinking it's a
squirrel dropping nuts on me to now I'm seeing rocks thrown at me. And
you know, I went down to the house and I said, hey,
who's throwing rocks at me? And my mom says, well, they haven't
left the house, and I said, well, it must be our neighbor's
kid, and I said, I just want to make sure next time I
see him, I don't want to get hit with a rock anyway. So
another instance was me and my neighbor, a different neighbor. He was my
we were schoolmates, and he came over to the farm and he didn't come
over very often because my dad was the type of guy. If he saw,
yeah, he would put you to work, so he didn't care whose
kids you were. But my dad was napping, so he always took naps
in the middle of the day, and we always took a break at that
time. But my neighbor and I we used to have fun games of you
know, we didn't really have baseballs or anything to throw, so we would
throw like rocks and dirt clods and things like that from the field at posts
or you know, trees and things like that. And we're working our way
down the field, just kind of throwing these dirt clods, having a little
competition who could hit the tree and things like that, and all of a
sudden, you can hear this really loud scream and it sounded like a woman,
like blood curdling scream coming from the edge of the woods. And we
looked up at each other and we were really startled, and we literally thought
this was a woman. We're like, hello, are you okay? Is
anybody are you hurt or But we were afraid to kind of approach because that
was really loud, and we kind of walked over towards the edge of the
woods woods and really didn't see anything didn't hear anything, and we started to
kind of head back to the farm and tell my mom about it. My
dad ended up going on a business trip, so my mom was there and
she said, well, maybe we should go drive around and see if we
can find this person. So we drove up into the woods and I was
starting to get dark out, so we couldn't see a whole lot. We
just had the farm truck we were driving through on this path, and you
know, we'd stop and shut it off and listen and we'd yell, are
you okay? Is do you need help? And you know, nobody was
responding whatsoever. And we did this for a while, and finally we just
took my after not hearing anything, took my gabor back home, and my
mom and I did one more drive through the woods and stuff and didn't see
anything, didn't hear anything, didn't know what it was about. And I've
heard bobcats scream and and you know, all kinds of animals and stuff,
but this sounded different. It sounded really kind of guttural, like blood,
like somebody was dying, like getting killed. So every time I went up
in the woods shortly after that, I was always going I sure hope I
don't find a body, but I never did, so that's the good thing.
And I didn't know how to chalk that up to anything, whether it
was an animal. I just kind of went, well, maybe it's some
anim I never heard before. I don't know. I don't think it was
the hermit, because the hermit has never made a noise that I've ever heard
that I knew of. Just another one of those weird instances where I go,
I have no clue what that was. So I was I was about
nine, and my two older brothers and my younger brother John, where we
just got done eating breakfast or lunch, and we're by the back door of
the house and we're, you know, again, seventy five one hundred yards
away from the woods and from that we'll build trail area again up on the
hill. There's this loud, thunderous cruff just whaw and you could literally feel
it. It scared us so much that my youngest brother John just ran into
the house crying. It scared him, and my one brother says to the
other oldest brother, he says, he goes, what was that? He
goes, I don't know, but it sounds big. So we just kind
of went back in the house and told our dad about it, and he's
like, whatever, get back to work. You know, he really didn't
seem to carry about too much stuff there was there was more about getting work
done and didn't want to hear anything. And you know, he was a
gruff person. So but we never heard of that ever again or heard it
before. So, but it was so thunderous that it was you literally could
feel it. We had several lakes around the area and Briggs build there's I
guess it is the largest man made lake in Wisconsin. But it was a
nice little lake fishing, lake fishing village kind of place, and just kind
of an unincorporated town. And then if you go north, there's a place
called Lake Jordan, and a lot of people from Illinois and all like the
vacation there and have summer trailers and cabins and things like that. So I
got to hang out with, you know, a lot of people. When
I went swimming, we would go there and just kind of hang out,
and I got to meet a lot of people like that. And I was
righting. I biked back one day and it was about four miles from the
house, so I rode my bike. On my way back, I was
going around behind our block, which was, you know, again several miles
away from the house, and it was all wooded except for a couple farms.
And I heard this crack, loud branch crack, so I stopped to
listen, and I didn't hear anything else, and then I took off,
and then you could hear rustling in the leaves and little branches breaking, and
every time I'd stopped, it would go quiet and things would stop. I
started getting a little bit weary of what was going on, and I,
you know, started to ride a little faster and kept going, and finally
I got to this open field where neighbor's farm was, and I started to
feel relieved that I was finally there, getting closer to our home. And
there wasn't woods that kind of ran right up to the road, so if
any thing was following me, it would have to go around this field or
be seen. So I rode my bike and then by the time I got
home, it probably takes half an hour to ride the way I rode that
day, so and there was literally nothing that I could see other than branches
breaking. But some of these branches that probably were broken were pretty big because
they sounded really loud. So again just thought, in the back of my
mind, is this hermit kind of tracking me around the property lines of that
block. Didn't really think anything more of it. I was never scared to
go in our woods, even by myself at six seven eight years old.
I always had We had guns on the farm, of course, so I
always kept like a pistol and the truck so if I needed to, I
could always run to it. I had axes at a chainsaw, so I
like, if there was any animals, I could defend myself. My oldest
brother had gone into the Marines, so when he finished boot camp, my
dad went down to San Diego to go visit him. Now this is like
when I'm thirteen years old, so he had gone to boot camp, finished
it. My dad went there for about a week. I figured it was
time to goof off, you know, as a normal kid back then,
you know, normally you're working all the time on the farm doing the upholstery
business, et cetera. So we didn't have a lot of down time.
So I kind of took advantage of the time and I decided to build a
cabin up in our woods, and I was using mostly dead trees that I
found, but I was cutting down a few live ones to help put it
together. And these trees were probably twelve inches fourteen inches in diameter, and
they kind of went narrower as I got taller. And I built a cabin
that was and I used the tractor bucket because I couldn't pick up none of
these. You know, they're like eight feet long ten feet long tree logs,
and I'd notch them out so they'd sit nice and even, and I
even put a door on it. I had a roof on it. I
had some pin that I brought from down by the farm that we had taken
from an old building. And I even put a fireplace in this place with
some rocks that we had, because when you're clearing fields and planting and disking
and plowing your fields, you're always digging up rocks and boulders and things like
that. So I used some of these to build even a fireplace in this
little cabin. And you know, it took me a few days to get
it all done. And you know, my mom thought I was up there
cutting wood and doing my good boy stuff and getting work done. But I
come through the woods the next day, after I got this thing done,
and I'm just driving by and I'm going to get back to work and get
some wood done because my dad would be coming back soon. So I look
at these in the direction of this my cabin, and there's everything's thrown all
over the place like it's gone, there's nothing left. The rocks are thrown
all over it. And some of these rocks I used to in the bucket.
I couldn't even pick them up myself. I could bury just dump them
out and kind of roll them in place. And these logs probably weighed three
hundred pounds. There's no way that a person could have thrown these things.
And I just thought that was the weirdest thing. So I thought, well,
my brother, my next oldest brother, had come up there, saw
it and tore it apart on me, like being a chure. So I
ran down the house as quick as possible, and I was like yelling at
him. He was working the shop by my mom, and I was like,
why'd you tear apart my cabin. He's looking at me like I have
no clue what you're talking about. And I was going ballistic on him,
and my Mom's like, you know, knock it off. What are you
talking about a cabin? And I told her and she's like, well,
you're supposed to be working anyway. So everybody's brushing this thing off at this
cabin that I built, and they're probably thinking what kind of cabin could you
build? But it was a nice little cabin. And you know, my
brother had no idea what I was talking about. And you could tell him
to look in his face because if he knew, he would be smiling and
laughing at me. So but he was like, I have no clue what
you're talking about. My mom said, yeah, he's been in the shop
the whole time. I don't know when he could have done that. And
I said, well, you had to use the tractor because some of these
trees were throwing these logs were thrown through little trees. You know that we're
standing in the area so like fifteen twenty five feet away, So I have
no idea. It would have had to take a bunch of guys to throw
these things around. So another situation where I go, I have no clue
what's going on. So I decided I was irritated and I'm like, well
I need wood anyway. I'm not going to build another log cabin. So
I just cut them up and took them down and used them as wood for
our firewood, because you know, we had wood bearing stoves, so we
always had to have lots of wood on hand. There was a time when
I was either thirteen or fourteen years old. I was loading the back of
the truck with wood and it was getting close to being dark out. And
again, I was never scared in the woods or anything, but I always
knew you want to get out of the woods by dark, because you know,
that's when the animals and the predators could be out. We could have
had black bears, and there was a wolf that was caught near our property
earlier, so we really didn't see those animals. I've never seen any.
I never saw them Mountain Wai. So my thought process was it was pretty
safe, just get out by dark and your flying. I was loading the
truck and I kind of was throwing stuff in the back of the truck,
and I these logs and chopped wood that I had split earlier, and I'm
looking in I'm like, wow, that stump looks just like a gorilla sitting
there. And it was on the other side of this little valley probably like,
I don't know, sixty seventy five yards away. I'm like, so
weird. But it was getting dark out, so in the woods it gets
darker than it does outside of the woods. So I was looking at it,
going okay, and it wasn't moving, so I'm just like, just
must be a weird looking stump, and the truck was faced in the other
way, so I decided. Once I got the truck loaded, I turned
around and it was already pretty much dark now, and I pointed the headlights
at it, and there was no stump there that looked like a grill anymore.
So I uh, I thought, wow, that's really weird. And
even the you know, the next day, I went up there and I
looked. I walked it through the ravine and you couldn't drive the truck through
there was too steep. And I walked up back on the other side of
the ravine and I looked and the grass was all matted down there, and
I thought something was here, but I don't know what, but there still
was nothing that looked like a gorilla sitting there. So just again chalking things
up to that's just weird. I was getting ready for football. It was
seventh grade football, and I had just gotten cleats and my shoulder pads and
all that stuff, and what better way to get in shape was to run
up and down the hill. So I put all my pads on and everything,
and I was timing myself running up and down the hill, and then
I thought, well, I should put on my new cleats because the hills
really sandy and had been put thereby glacier movement, and you know a lot
of ground sand and rocks and things. So I was timing myself running up
and down the hill and I finally had beaten my time when I put the
cleats on and I got to the mouth of the forest there, and that's
where the trail leads into the woods there, and I just kind of did
like a rocky moment, like yeah, you know, and all of a
sudden, I hear this really loud rock clapping and it was just like a
chatter, like really loud, and I went, WHOA. But I could
tell it wasn't very far away, and I just kind of stood there for
a moment trying to see if I could see anything. I didn't see anything,
but I could tell it was probably in the woods about fifty yards away,
and I just went, Okay, I'm out of here. So I
ran down a hill and I'd say that's probably the first time I kind of
got really kind of irked by something that kind of went And then I thought,
again, this hermit guy is really like he doesn't like me yelling or
something that, you know, I disturbed him. He was right there.
Maybe I scared him, I don't know. But another weird situation, I
think I was about fifteen or sixteen years old, went over to get the
mail from the mailbox and it was just across the street and there's an open
field behind us, and again where I saw the footprints earlier, but then
there was woods, our neighbors woods were across the street, and all of
a sudden, our dog just barks, and he's a German shepherd, and
he doesn't seem scared of anything. And I look up and there's a big
buck just running across the road and he runs into our neighbor's woods and then
I see, you know, I just grabbed them and everything, and all
of a sudden, the dog, our German shepherd, takes off for the
house, yelping like he had been scared to death, and I've never heard
this dog do this before. And he ran to the back door and ran
into the house and was hiding in the corner when we got in there.
But before that I heard this crashing because I was paying attention to the dog.
But all of a sudden, I hear this crashing through my neighbor's woods.
And then you hear this big stump and then nothing, you don't hear
anything. I thought that was really weird. I don't know what was crashing,
you know, the deer. Maybe there's a bunch of them, I
don't know. And I told my dad about it, and he's like,
I don't know. I'll have to check with our neighbor and maybe I can
go in there and check it out. And my dad calls my neighbor and
the next morning he went and checked it out and he found a dead deer
there and he's like, well, the deer was kind of apart. There
were some small trees broken, but this deer was looked like it had been
thrown into a tree, into the base of the tree, and he said
the ribs were all busted up. And he was I've never seeing like a
wolf, for any cougar or any you know, mountain lion or anything like
that, or even a bear bust up a deer like that. And he
said in it, you know, the area just kind of stunk like it
was rancid, and he goes and the deer had only been there overnight,
so it really wasn't like a long time where it gets spoiled where you have
that dead animals rotten roadkill smell, and so we just kind of, you
know, didn't know what to think of that. So another situation was and
probably one of the weirdest things that's ever happened to me was again my dad
always took a nap, so I was up in the woods working. I
was, you know, loading our pickup truck in the back, and we
had a trailer that I would you know, toll behind it and fill it
with wood after I would split it up. And also and I liked being
up in the woods away from again my dad, who liked to drink and
be mean and stuff. So I was up there and I went down for
lunch while my dad was napping, and I was down there for about an
hour and a half and I left the truck and the trailer up there because
it wasn't full so I walked back up there to the woods, and I
was walking through and I kind of saw over the back of the truck a
great big buck, he's probably a twelve point buck and just standing on an
open clearing. And the thing was, he wasn't looking at me. He
was looking off to the right, and all of a sudden, I hear
this right to the right, and I went, what on earth is that?
And back then, you know, we didn't really have especially in middle
of Wisconsin, and we didn't have any Spanish speaking people, so I didn't
know what Spanish was really or anything like that, so I thought it was
a foreign language, and the deer was like focused on that. And then
all of a sudden, I hear to the left in a slightly higher pitched
noise, I remember, and I was like, Okay, that's just weird.
And I thought, this is right by the fence line, and the
deer is actually behind our woods in this open clearing, not in our woods.
I'm at the very back of our woods, so it's pretty wooded back
there other than this clearing. And the book looks to the right, looks
to the left, and then I hear it to the right again. The
same noise, and then to the left the same noise. So I'm thinking,
oh, somebody's hunting. But it wasn't even bo season yet, so
I don't know why somebody would be hunting or doing whatever up there at that
time. So my thought was maybe it's I legal hunters, or my neighbors
are up there kind of being goofy or something. So I kind of let
it play out, and I didn't want to scare the deer away, but
I started quietly loading pieces, just quietly setting them in the back of the
truck, and next thing I look up and the deer's gone, and so
I'm like, okay, well, I didn't scare the deer away anyway.
So but then I thought maybe I should yell out and see if this is
our neighbors, because I don't want to get shot in case they were hunting,
and I don't one to assume that they might shoot me. So I
yelled out their names pretty loud, and no reply. And then I yelled
out pretty much as loud as I could their names and do nothing. So
I thought, Okay, it was just weird, and I'd never heard anything
like that since then, so that was the only time I heard voices like
that, and I told my dad and I said, maybe there's illegal hunters
up there. And he's like, oh, maybe you should talk to chet
down there and see what if they were up in their woods. So next
day I went down and rode my bike down there on our brake, and
you know, for lunch or my dad was mapping, and I went to
his farm and he was coming out of his milkhouse. I told him.
I said, hey, I some weird were you guys up in your woods
behind our property? He goes, Now, we don't usually go that far
back. We don't go hunting back there either anymore. We used to go
hunting or straight behind us. And he goes, why did you see something?
And I said no, but I heard something, and I told him
about it. Now, his brother was the one that had owned the property
before us, and he had been killed in a car accident and I didn't
know all the details of it, but his brother he said, well,
maybe my brother wasn't crazy after all. And I just kind of looked at
him like, Okay, I don't know what that means, because I wasn't
thinking anything other than some people up there, or maybe some legal hunters that
you know a lot of times people come from the Chicago area Milwaukee and want
to go hunting in somebody's woods, and they just kind of sneak on people's
property when they get a chance, if they think nobody's going to know this
or whatever. But I ended up just kind of shaking my head at it,
and he just kind of smirked when he said that. I was just
like, wow, Okay, anyway, and you know, that was pretty
much the end of that situation. I hadn't heard that or seen it before.
So then I'd say I was probably like sixteen or early seventeen. I
was in their woods and I was again cutting wood because we needed a lot
of wood for our fireplaces and my dad didn't believe in paying for electric heat
in our new house. So had heard this whoop and it just went whoop
like that, and I went sounded like a monkey, and I went okay.
So then I kind of I would always mimic the animals, and you
know, like a bird's were whistling, I would whistle back at him,
trying to talk to him, and you know, some respond back, so
I don't so I whooped, and you know, I didn't know this was
a noise that a big foot might make or anything like that. So I
wooked back, and then a few seconds later a whoop came back, and
then I noticed all of a sudden a rock comes flying, and again I'm
like, all right, who's throwing rocks at me? So I'm again thinking
this is my brothers, or you know, the neighbor or something like that
throwing rocks at me, or maybe even the hermit. At this point,
so you know, I really hadn't seen anything that scared me or anything that
really done anything to me that scared me or hurt me. I really wasn't
thinking too much of it. And I just decided to throw this rock back
and I said knock it off, and I yelled, you know, I
said, knock it off. You're gonna me with these things. And I
threw it back and probably about fifty yards into the woods, I hear it
hit a tree, just really solid, just gold, you know, and
then nothing. So I didn't know what that was about. And I knew
my brothers weren't there, because my two older brothers were both now in the
service, and gone, oh, I knew it wasn't them, so I
thought maybe it was the hermit or my neighbor or something like that. Now,
one of the weirdest things that happened was my actual sighting. So what
led up to it was I'd played baseball my whole life, and you know,
I played in a nearby town and Brigstowe, and my neighbor was one
of my teammates. He lived we say neighbor, and he probably lived you
know, five miles away. But we took the Snowobill trail home. He's
like, oh, take a shortcut. They're riding the road home, and
I was like, okay. So we got in this snowbillt trail and this
part of the area was pretty flat coming from Briggsville to his place, and
he turned off onto his road, which was you know, a couple of
miles or so, and then he still had to go a little bit to
get to his house. But we ended up putting up there and then I
ended up getting home, and I thought, Wow, that was kind of
fun riding the bike on the Snowbill trail better than a road. You know,
road's kind of boring, and flying through the woods is kind of the
cool thing. Snowttle trails like you know, four feet wide, maybe five
feet some spots. I ended up going inside and my Dad's like, hey,
go get that cow off the hill, and I said, okay,
I will after I I'm just going to go for a bike ride. He's
like, all right, whatever. So he had a cow tied up through
a tree, our last cow. Pretty much the farm was no more.
We were just kind of doing the upholstery business at that point, and I
decided to put more my tires because the ground was soft and well, i'd
take off and I'm like, you know, I could go back right again
and kind of be on the flat surface, but I already rode that,
and I thought it'd be really cool to kind of go this little bit trail
behind our property. Now again, this is the area where I had seen
and the fire department had seen eyeshine and a lot of instances happened, and
where I heard the wood knocking. All that happened there. But again I
wasn't thinking about any of that. I decided and I went because there's a
little bit of a hill incline and then there's like a little valley, and
you know, it was very rolling back there, so I thought that'd be
kind of fun to be riding up and down these little hills and stuff on
the bike, and it was just, you know, a little bicycle dirt
bike that you had. And I ended up pedaling my way and I turned
onto the Snowboat trail and I go up this little hill and I start to
come over the top of it. My head's down, and I'm kind of
you already a little winded just getting up that hill. But once I got
up there, I knew I could ride through the little rolling hills through on
that Snowboat trail after that. And as I come over the top of the
hill, my head's down, I'm kind of looking start to pick up my
head a little bit, and I see what is this hairy foot leg by
a tree, And I'm just like whoo. And I instantly slam on the
brakes and I start sliding sideways, and this thing is probably about twenty five
feet away from me when I start to slay them on the brakes and I
look up and at this point this thing turns and opens its arms. It's
by a tree, and it's right arms on the tree. And this thing's
probably like, I don't know, seven and a half eight eight and a
half feet tall. I wasn't sure, I was on a bicycle, but
it steps into the Snowbill trail like it's gonna catch me. But I turned
sideways. As I'm flying fiveways, I'm kicking up leaves and dirt, but
everything turns into this slow motion, you know, just you can't fathom what's
happening to you. But everything slows down, and I'm looking at this thing
and I just kind of look up, and I look up and it's got
these kind of yellowish orangey eyes. Its arm went all the way across the
Snowbilt trail and then some There was no way I was gonna ever ride by
this thing, and my instinct was to turn around and go there was no
way. The first thing I thought in my brain was when I saw the
foot, was oh, it looks like a bear's foot, you know.
But this thing was totally almost human looking except for all the hair like chromagnum
kind of a peek on its head. And this thing was really thick,
and what I had seen in the previous fourteen years was something skinnier. So
I don't know if this was the only one or there was more, but
I looked into the thing's eyes and it looked like I had startled it.
And what I believe is the cow that was just over the top of the
hillcrest. He was watching the cow or checking it out for whatever reason,
and that must have been their territory right there on that snowmobill trail or that
area. But this thing, I just turned around and took off as fast
as I could. But as I was sliding that you could see its muscles,
you could see its thick chest and its hair, and it had really
wispy kind of hair, not thick or you know, wooly or curly or
anything. It was just really wispy hair, and you could see its skin
through it in spots. It wasn't like mange or anything like that. And
a animal that's got nange where it's you know, kind of dry and all.
This was like just kind of spotty hair. It was missing hair on
it, like its forearm, on the inside of its forearm, and it
had like a froppled mouth. It was just huge, and I couldn't I
couldn't do anything other than pray that I did not break the chain of my
bike as I tried to pedal away, because a week before that I was
peddling out of that lake Jordan area, and there's a big hill to get
out of there, and I had busted my chain and that was not comfortable
at all. But as I took off, I don't even know if I
peered back. I just knew I had did out of there. Everything every
instinct of mine was to go. I rode back down that little hill as
fast as I could. I hit the road so hard that that hurt me
pretty good. I rode all the way to the back door of the house,
threw my bike down, ran into the house, and I told my
dad. I said, Dad, I just saw this big, hairy,
bigfoot I almost ran into it on this olgal trail. And he was just
like, you know, like I was lying. He said, that's horse
crap. So I was just like, oh, my gosh, I don't
know what to do. He doesn't believe me. He'd been sitting there having
some drinks and he's like, now, go get that cow. I said,
I'm not going to get that cow. So I took off and ran
to our basement, which was our new upholstery shop basically in our house,
and I ran out to this big garage that was part of the Autowa Polsterry
area and I just kept looking out the back window that looked in that direction,
and I saw the cow. The cow was just sitting there grazing,
nothing going on, and then a few out and shake, and I was
like, oh my goodness. And the next thing I see it is my
dad walking up the side of the hill. But he's got his pistol in
his hand, so he must have taken what I had said as something dangerous
happened because he'd never seen me act like that or respond like that. My
dad wasn't the type of person you said, no, I'm not going to
do that, even though he was drinking and stuff. So all I knew
was that he went up and got to Cole, brought Cayle back down,
and I had never seen anything like this, but I knew it wasn't a
bear. I knew it wasn't any other animal. I just knew exactly what
it was. And there wasn't any like documentaries or you know, much going
on. There is some big foot show that had come on, but I'd
never seen it at that point, but I pretty much knew what it was
and it had scared the daylights out of me. From that point forward,
I never really went up the woods unarmed. I even took a rifle with
me or thirty thirty. All the time. I always had my pistol,
and I would even go to the other end of the woods where I didn't
have too many sightings or anything like that. That was weird on the west
end of our farm. So I would go cut wood down there, and
my dad was like, why are you cutting the wood down there and stuff?
And I was like, well, I'm not going in the woods right
now. So it took me months to actually go into the woods, until
that next spring to actually go up there again. I was that scared to
go in the woods, and I really hadn't been scared of anything before that.
And that's my story. Well that's it for tonight show. If you've
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great night. Seen a bunch of run down no horse towns where the church
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