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In this episode of Bigfoot Classified Submitted Sightings, we're presenting a listener submitted account produced directly from the email they sent in. You'll hear their words exactly as they shared them, bringing their experience to life as you listen. Remember, your stories are a vital part of this podcast. If you haven't experienced a sighting or a theory to share, visit Bigfoot Classified dot com or call eight seven eight Squatch or email us at info at mediasquatch dot com. Your
story could be the next one we feature. And now this listener submitted encounter.
Back in October nineteen eighty three, when I was eleven years old, I had my first of several encounters. I can't remember the exact date, but I know it was a Saturday and we were deer hunting. It was my second year doing so. This happened in the Sumpter National Forest and in Ora, East South Carolina. I can't recall the exact county. It was either Laurens or Union County. I haven't been back since the mid eighties, and my dad and uncles who knew the exact spot are all
gone now except for two uncles. Here's what happened. My dad and I went to one of his favorite areas in the Sumter National Forest, a place we called the Horse Trail for obvious reasons. It was named that they had done some logging there, and there was a logging road where my dad had me sit for the morning hunt. It was cold and I was bundled up in a heavy coat carrying an H and R single shot twenty gage with slugs. It was about an hour before daylight, and it was so dark that I couldn't see my
hand in front of my face. I was facing toward Highway seven two. I think that's the highway, basically in the direction where we had parked About twenty minutes after my dad left me. I could hear him assembling his old climbing stand and starting to climb. Once he settled in, I noticed how all the birds and crickets suddenly went quiet. I know a lot of birds are active at that time. I'd say it was around five thirty am when my eyes finally acclimated to the dark and I could start
to make out shapes. I happened to look to my right across the logging road, just behind some small pines, and I saw a weird looking figure about eight feet tall, standing just over thirty feet away. I turned my head to the left, thinking my eyes might be playing tricks on me, then slowly turned back around and it was still there. Yes, there was a slight stench in the air. I had a flashlight in my hand, but I was too scared to lift it and shine it over there,
afraid of what I might see. It never moved, it just stood there watching me. It felt like a lifetime passed before it finally started getting light. I heard a noise to my left and turned to look, hoping it wasn't another one or a deer, But when I turned back around, it was gone. I didn't hear it leave, but as the morning went on, I kept my eyes wide open, listening, hoping it wouldn't come back. I never told my dad because he would have laughed at me.
He was a non believer. I did tell my brother, though, as he had a couple of encounters himself when he was younger. My brother is eleven years older than me. By the way, we hunted that area several more times before we left it for private land in another air, but I never saw it again. I grew up reading multiple books on Bigfoot and watched shows like In Search of and The Legend of Boggy Creek, but I didn't
let my mind play tricks on me that morning. The figure was around eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a massive head. Yes, I could hear it breathing, it was that close. I did have another small encounter in an area several miles from there, a place where my brother had a strange encounter. I heard a tree being pushed over. It wasn't windy that evening, and it happened
right at dark. Knowing about my brother's encounter, I got out of the tree as it got dark and quickly made my way to the trail to wait for my dad to pick me up. That was another thirty minutes or so before I saw his flashlight. I never went back to that spot again.
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