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Everybody. This is Less Striving Yes, yes, I know aka Surviving Man. And you're listening to Brian on Sasquatchis. Hey, guys, and welcome back to Sasquatch Honas. Thank you so much for clicking play. It is Wednesday. I hope you guys are having a great week. You have an amazing show lined up for you. But as all ways, I want to start by inviting you. If you've had an encounter and you'd like to be on the show, shoot me an email. You can get me at
Bryan at Paranormal World Productions dot com. Get head over to the website, check it out, become a member there and help support the show. As I said, we've got a great show lined up. This is some story time that I put together and I've got I think it's three amazing stories for you guys. And although some of them may be on the verge of creepy
pasta. They involve the military, well, at least the last couple of stories involved the military possibly having some sort of interaction with what most people would consider a Bigfoot type creature. But I'll let you make the determination on what
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are here for the story, so I'm gonna stop talking. You guys, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. It was all set up to be a fun camping trip. My four buddies and I were looking forward to swimming, fishing, drinking beer, and shooting the breeze around the fire at night. A long weekend off from work, surrounded by nature. It was one of the things we all had in common. We loved the outdoors. We loaded up my truck with the majority of what we would need,
and my other buddies piled into their vehicles and we were off. We left early that Friday morning so that we could get up to the campsite in time to get everything set up, tents and whatnot. You know, we went fishing shortly after we got there and had everything ready for that night. We spent a few hours out at the water, swimming, catching fish and looking at the scenery. That night, we started a fire, fried the fish
we caught, and set around talking. The sun had gone down by then and it was pitch dark unless you were right up on the fire or not too far away from it. My buddy had gone to take a leap, so he took the flashlight with him, found a tree reasonably close to the campground, and did his business, and then came back. I say, maybe thirty minutes went by, and we were all laughing and carrying on,
and I felt a pine cone hit the front of my leg. I thought my buddy did it when I wasn't looking, but he swore it wasn't him. I dismissed it him. We went on talking, not too long afterward, an acorn hit my friend in the back. We didn't hear any noises like walking or anything that would indicate someone was over there, so we just assumed that it had fallen out of the tree. After the acorn, I just started thinking that maybe the pine cone that hit my leg was for the
same reason. It just fell out of the tree and I was under it when it hit. We went to bed, I guess around midnight or a little laughter. We had the fire almost knocked down, but it was going just enough to hopefully deter any critters from coming into the campsite. It was a still evening, so there wouldn't be any wind that would be blowing that would make leaving it going a fire hazard. I woke up, I guess around four. I want to say it was still dark, but the tent
was constantly being hit with small rocks and acorns. I must admit my heart was racing a little bit, but I was curious, so I got up, grabbed my flashlight, and went outside the tent. Nothing no noises except for my friends loud snoring from their tents. The fire had completely burned out at this point. I shone my flashlight around beside my tent and found at least ten or twelve acorns that had been thrown. They were all piled up next to where I was sleeping on the other side. No doubt this is
what woke me up. I was confused, but as I looked around our camp, nothing else had been disturbed. I brushed it off, went back in my tent, and went back to sleep. That next morning, I had brought it up over breakfast. My buddies all said they didn't hear anything, and if anything had hit the sides of their tents, they were oblivious to it. They slept all night. We went out hiking that day, and I admit I was a little more on guard than I probably would have
been had that not happened the night before. It just didn't make any sense to me. What would be throwing small rocks and acorns at the tent I was in, and not the other tents where my friends were sleeping. A little way into our hike, a friend of mine, in general conversation asked if we felt like something was watching us. He said it was almost as if everywhere we went we had eyes on us. One of my other friends agreed, and he said it was creeping him out. Now, As I
said, we loved the outdoors in nature. For any of us to feel creeped out outside is odd. But that made three of the five of us who had now experienced something. There was definitely something on our trail. We knew it. One of my biggest fears at the time was that it was a large cat eyeing us from above Somewhere. We made our way back to the water's edge to catch more fish. We had a clear line of sight
from one side of the water to the other. As we sat there, we saw movement across on the other side, small and intermittent at first, just enough to catch our attention. But then the trees really started swaying. We could hear the bark breaking on the trees across the river, small cracks than larger than louder cracks. That's when something fully been a tree completely over
the bark snapped and popped loudly, almost echoing across the water. What the hell is that, my buddy asked, as he pointed, it looks like a bear, My other friend said in reply. He was the most skeptical of the five of us. He was our scientific friend. He was known for his nerdology, as we called it, it's nothing more than a bear. You guys, you're making a whole lot out of nothing. He scoffed.
Ain't no way, that's way bigger than a bear. Other friends said, I get it, bears messed with trees, but have you ever seen a bear completely been a tree over like that? He was right. Whatever we were looking at way bigger than a bear. Its movements were very fluid as well. Bears are big, bustling animals, burly and loud. This thing was almost gliding through the trees. It casually walked off after making a spectacle of the trees. We sat there and watched it until it was out
of sight. We watched it, and we also were feeling it watching us. After we caught some fish to hold us over until we left the next day, we hiked back to camp, still talking about what we saw and trying to figure out what it could have been. Well, there's no way that you can convince me that what we saw was a bear. I won't believe it, I said, as I stoked more kindling in the fire. So are you going to try to convince me that that was a big foot
pulling those trees down trying to scare us away. My skeptical friend ask me that thought had never occurred to me until he brought it up, and for once I appreciated his skepticism. Of course, I said loudly, that makes all the sense in the world now. He just rolled his eyes at my comment and continued to clean the fish. Hey, you really don't think that
was a bigfoot, do you, my other friend asked me later. Think about it, I said, you went and took a leak on that tree last night, right after I got hit with a pine cone, and you got hit with an acorn. It's almost like it was taking a territorial stance with us, right, I can see that. But I thought all that came from the tree we were sitting under, well, and it could have been I'm not dismissing that as a possibility. That would be idiotic. What
I'm saying is the totality of the circumstances as a whole. I get hit with the pine cone and then you the acorn. Then in the middle of the night I get awoken by acorns pelting the side of my tent. Then today feeling as though we were being watched. Then we went fishing, we saw that whatever it was across the river, I explained. All of my buddies, with the exception of one, were starting to put the pieces together and see how everything I was saying made sense. Can we please get the
fish fry going, my skeptical friend said, sounding slightly annoyed. Our catch a fish for the day wasn't the greatest, so we snacked on various things that we had brought as well, peanuts and the shell chips, jerky, you know that sort of thing. With the fire going, we tossed all the peanut shells into the flames and listened as they made the loud cracks. We had a black trash bag from the night before that we kept in a separate cooler to try to keep raccoons and whatnot out, so all the garbage
went into that. After everything had been cleaned up as much as possible, we turned in for the evening. I don't know what time exactly it was that I woke up. I just know that it was still pitched black outside. The fire was still going just enough to cash shadows. I heard something rustling around the camp and it must have woken me up. I slowly and quietly looked out the sides of the tent, trying to see through the thin
fabric. I couldn't unzip it because the noise would start or whatever it was, and if I used the belcrow window to look through the mesh covering, it would cause the same outcome. I was sure that it was a raccoon that had finally made its way into camp, drawn in by the smell of fish and snacks. But I was sorely mistaken because what I saw through the fabric of my tent was the furthest thing a raccoon. What I saw was a large, broad figure standing upright going through our cooler. This thing was
huge. It was so tall and so wide. There was no way that it could be a human. My heart began to race, and all I could hope for is that my friends were awake and seeing what I was, there wouldn't be any way that they'd believe me. Otherwise, I swear it looked like a really tall human. It had similar features shoulder, a wide chest, then in the waist, but it didn't have a neck. Really,
that was the only difference. No neck, and the head was a little off as far as the shape goes, and I could also see slight shadows of hair draping from its body. Mainly when it reached its arms into the cooler, I could see the hair hanging down. The only problem was we hadn't seen any of the people the whole time we'd been there, and certainly nobody who looked like this. I laid there watching this shadow slightly moving.
It had to have had thumbs. It was digging around in the cooler with a black trash bag in it, so it had to have thumbs to open the latch. It was pulling up fishbones, chip bags, beer cans, and water bottles and tossing them all on the ground. It reminded me of a homeless person scavenging for anything that could find. As one of the beer cans fell loudly to the ground, I heard one of my friends jump and gasp. Awesome. I thought, if they weren't awake before, they
are now, well, at least one of them. Then all of a sudden, a new fear crept over me. What if they opened their tent? So I just laid there in the dark, hoping that somehow I could telepathically send them a message for them not to open the tent. But before I had a chance to worry about that for too long, a loud knock came from somewhere in the distance, then another, and then another. With
that, this whatever it was, took off. The cooler fell to the ground with a loud thud, and the remaining contents of the cooler spilled out all over the ground. The loud clangs from the beer cans hitting each other echoed through the woods. The sound of the knock and the noise of this creature made while running off was enough to cause the rest of my buddies distir. That's when I heard the slow unzipping from a tent beside me. I figured it would be okay at this point, so I unzipped mine as well
and cautiously stuck my head out. We all slowly came out of our tents and looked around the camp side as well as at each other, almost for validation that that really did happen and we all actually witnessed it. Please tell me you guys saw and heard that as we all stood around staring into the flames of our dwindling fire. I know I did, and I wish I wouldn't have. One of my buddy said as he was putting his hands into the pockets of his shorts. I don't know if I'll ever feel the same
about these woods again. That changed everything for me too. I mean, knowing something like that is truly out there, I said. And the scary thing is, you know, there has to be more of them. There had to be another one out there that made that knock, no doubt. It had to have been watching us this whole time. And I bet that's what we saw earlier in the day by the water, And maybe that's what
I felt like was watching us on our high earlier as well. My other buddy chimed in, I'm sure that more than one of them has been watching us, I said. My other two friends were silent, pale, and not uttering a word. They didn't have to. There's silence, said at all, my skeptical buddy, who has always had an answer for everything, didn't what we saw. What we all saw isn't supposed to exist. Did I believe in them? Yes? Was I open about that? No?
Too much ridicule about that. These days you can say that you believe in an extremely large ape like creature living in the forest of America and beyond. But until you actually see it in person, that doesn't have the same effect. It's completely different. It's almost an emotional experience. Whatever that emotion may be for you, fear, elation, sadness, etc. I know for us it was a range. Mostly though. We didn't know if we would
be able to go back out into the woods after this experience. How many times has this happened before in other places we had been to We had to start questioning all of it now. We didn't sleep for the rest of the night. We set by the fire for what seemed like hours It was probably in reality only about an hour or so. We were quiet, with only a few words spoken between us. The rest of the night was silent,
no movement, no rocks, no small animals scurrying around, nothing. We were all relieved when the sun came up over the horizon, finally shedding light on our campsite. Now we could have a look around to see what else this thing might have messed with. I told everybody to make sure they watched where they stepped as I made my way over near my truck where this thing had been standing. What exactly are we looking for footprints? I said,
they'll be most notable in the soft dirt. Something that large would have had to leave some kind of track, I said, as I headed towards the cooler that was still laying on the ground. We all looked like actual researchers, searching for anything we could find. My skeptical friend was in absolute bliss. His nerd ology went into full effect. The cooler lay on the ground, the black bag partially sticking out. The smell was horrible, and it
reeked of the remnants of the fish we'd caught the past two days. I bet that's what got it in here, my friend said. We've been cooking on that fire and that smell has been going through these woods. I'm surprised that nothing else came in to check it out. Honestly, after checking out the area in and around the campsite, we didn't find any real proof that the animal had been there. Scattered trash, a bent latch on my cooler, but it's like when it left, it scattered all the dirt on the
ground in the process, and any track it left just disappeared. The only thing we did find was a branch it had broken as it tore out a camp but that circumstantial. Anything could have broken that but we knew it wasn't just anything. We knew that we saw something and it wasn't some hallucination that we all shared. Our main thing was proving it. But you know how that goes. You find a hair, a footprint, scat and it's always bare or it's been contaminated, and the results come back human. Then you
have the cost of those tests just gets frustrating. I believed it before I saw it. I mean I won't lie. I would sometimes tell myself there's no way something like that could exist, and then something new would come out and it would change my mind. But this right here, there's no going back from this. We saw it, we laid eyes on it, we were less than ten feet from it. But we all knew when we left that day we wouldn't be able to tell anyone else about this. This event
would be something that we only shared with each other. Marine based fires on the Sasquatch creature. I want to remain anonymous due to the nature of this story. See. I was in the Marine Corps. No, I wasn't any Special Forces or anything unique per se. I was just a rank and file marine. I was stationed at twenty nine Palms Marine Corps Air Combat Training Center MCA GCT for short. I wasn't the only one who has seen and
experienced things in the training grounds and the surrounding areas. I was told to keep my mouth shut, but I'm going to die soon anyway, so even if they do come for me, it isn't going to make that big of a difference. It was during early April, so the weather wasn't that bad. It wasn't hot during the day, and it wasn't cold at night.
I always enjoyed doing field ops during that time of year. I got away from doing the dumb shit that we had to do day in and day out back on the main side, and I was typically left to my own devices while out in the field. So late one night, me and a buddy of mine are doing firewatch from our section of the rest area. We had our rifles, plate carriers, helmets, and our Envygs night vision goggles mounted
on the front and our rifles with us. We also had four mags apiece of live ammo that night, and Artillery Battalion was doing night practice, so we'd hear the echo of the guns followed by the sound of the shells hitting the ground and exploding. It sounded like far off thunder. Me and my friend were talking about just random crap when I flipped down my envygs and saw
something moving out in the distance. At first, I thought it was just the green tin of my goggles messing with my head, But then I saw again. I tapped my buddy and asked him if he was seeing the same thing. He flipped down his envyge's and nodded, yeah. But what is it a coyote? He asked. No, too big to be a coyote. Besides, it looks like it's running around on two legs, I said back to him. That's when he tapped me and pointed out into the dark.
There's more than one, bro, he said. I looked to where he was pointing, and that's when I saw four or five other figures darting around in the dark. These things weren't that big, I'd say maybe around five five giver take. They also appeared to be very strong and built, with massive arms and leg muscles. They were dark and their skin looked leathery. They had very big, dark eyes and no nose to speak of. Their mouth was wide and filled with razor sharp teeth. They walked around,
hunched over with their arms dangling by their sides. Their arms themselves were massive. They ran at insane speeds, occasionally running on all fours. They had four fingers on each hand, and their claws were long and sharp. It was like they had daggers for nails. Dude, I think they're getting closer. I nodded, Yeah, I'm going to get the corporal up. He nodded, and I raced over to where the corporal was sleeping and shook him awake. Hey man, there's something going on out there. You need to
come take a look. He cursed under his breath, and he said this better be good as he sat up. That's when we heard gunfire. I raced back to my buddy. He was frantically shooting into the dark. I looked out into the darkness and I saw these creatures maybe three to four hundred yards away. As other marines had woken up to the sound of my buddy shooting, the OIC officer in charge came running up to ask what was going on. When we pointed out to the creatures, he froze in place.
About this time, we heard tons of gunfire suddenly erupted from another unit that was conducting training in the area as well. When I looked back at where these things were, they were no longer there. Instead, they were running on all fours directly at us. I raised my rifle and began to fire at them, and those with guns and AMMO joined in, and the others who didn't ran back to get theirs. I lined up my sights with the closest one and began to fire into it. I saw chunks of its flesh
get ripped off. When I hit it, it tumbled down, and without missing a beat, it regained its balance and kept sprinting at us. At this point I knew our rifles were useless, but I wasn't going to leave my buddy. That's when I heard the oic yelling for us to get into the trucks and get the hell out of there and get back to the main side. Me and my friend turned and booked it to our seven ton.
I flipped on the battery switch and my buddy cranked the truck. As we began to start moving, I looked out the window just in time to see one of these things reach our camp. A marine who hadn't realized what was going on until it was too late, was impelled by one of these creatures claws, and he fell to the ground. I watched him try to crawl away, but this thing leaned over and bit his upper torso and head completely off with a single bite. As we began to turn out, I saw
a humby that had three of these things racing towards it. The guy in the turret tried to flip around the fifty cal and unload on these creatures, but he wasn't fast enough, and one of them ripped him out of the turn and flung him to the others. He didn't have time to move before this thing sank its claws into his chest and began to eat him. I watched as the thing on top of the humveed, then jumped down onto the hood, shattered the bullet resistant glass, and then pulled out the mangle corpse
of the driver and ran off into the desert with him. The remaining three marines got out and ran for our truck. I tapped my buddy to let them get on, but they never made it. One by one these things picked them off, their screams, fading off into the desert. By the time we got back onto the main road, to the main side and caught up with the rest of our unit. We noticed how active the night sky
had become. There were helicopters everywhere with the searchlights. We figured someone had called it in and they were trying to find the creatures or the missing marines, well what was left of them anyway. When we were next up at the checkpoint, I noticed something about the guy's manning it. They wore all black, with black ski masks over their face and their envy gees down. They didn't have any patches, name tapes, or identification with them. They
were armed to the teeth. Though one of our vehicles had a mini gun mounted on it, they all carried high powered rifles with high tech sights, laser sights, and other attachments on them. When it was our turn, they had to step out of the truck and tell them what we saw. After we explained everything, the guy in charge looked at my friend and listed off his full name, date of birth, social security number, where as mom and dad were, and the name of the dog that he had when
he was in middle school. He then looked at me and did the same thing. Once he was done, he looked at both of us. If you mutter a word about what you actually saw here tonight, you and your families would disappear for good. Do you understand? We both nodded with our jaws on the floor. The guide mentioned things that I'd never told anyone about. You then told us that if anybody asked about the group of marines, they went off to get something and wound up getting lost. With that,
they sent us back to the main side of the base. I got out about a year later, but I never went back out on another field up again. To this day. I still re lived that night. Each night when I go to bed, I just hope that whoever those men were, they killed those things so no more marines have to go out like that.
In short, if you're ever stationed in twenty nine Palms, California, and you go out on a field, dot, keep an eye out in the dark and be sure you aren't far away from a vehicle, and pray these things don't decide to turn you into a meal. Update on the story. As many of you may have seen the other story I posted on here, something is hunting US Marines in the California Desert. While that one might just be creepy pasta it was based on an actual experience I had back in September
of twenty seventeen. I was on a field DOT with my unit out in one of the training grounds in twenty nine Palms. For any active duty guys or vets that were stationed at twenty nine Palms, you know, weird things happen in the training grounds of that base. We were way out there at the time, I want to say, maybe an hour or so drive back to the main side from where we were camped. We were doing training and
conducting combined arms exercises against a national enemy. For those of you who don't know, the military uses the word national as a fancy way of saying pretend. Anyways, we were maybe four or five days into our two week op. We had started just on the other side of the mountains from the main side, and now we were deep in the back of the training area, near a mountain known as the Crater. It was the tallest mountain in the
training area and you could see it from miles around. It looked just like all the other mountains, except that the top of this one was a massive crater and the whole thing was black. According to the legend, the Crater is where the devil hit the ground when God cast him out of heaven. This being that Joshua trees only grow in two places in the world, Judea and twenty nine Palms, and since Judea was considered a holy area, that
must mean that twenty nine Palms was the exact opposite. Many also think this is why the cult that is located in that area set up shop there. If you ever talk to anyone who's been out there near the base of the Blacktop, they will tell you that when you're near the mountain, you get a really uneasy feeling like you're constantly being watched. Some guys even get enough that they have to be taken back to the hospital on the main side,
but as soon as they get away from the mountain they're fine. Well, me and my friend were on watch, and we were tasked with guarding the AMMO and fuel truck, so we each got a mag of live rounds. When we went out to the center where the LT was, he told us that nothing unusual has happened, but that we should take a couple of radios just in case. We nodded and each grabbed one that had a green light from the charger. Then we set out to our sector and got cozy for
the night. We were just getting settled in when I noticed something through my envgs. I tapped my buddy and said, hey, man, do you see that moving around over there? He looked at where I was pointing and nodded, Yeah, what is that? I don't know, but it looks like a person running around out there. He nodded in agreement. So I grabbed my radio and relaid back to the lieutenant what we were seeing, and I asked if there were any other units nearby. He said no, that
the closest one was about a thirty minute drive away. I asked him what he wanted us to do if they got any closer. He told us to leave them alone and not draw any attention to ourselves. I nodded and was about to say out when my buddy piped up and said, I think it's a little too late for that. They're coming this way. I quickly relayed that back to the lieutenant and there was a long pause, and he came back with keep an eye on them. We're getting the hell out of here.
Me and my friend looked up at each other in a confused manner. And then shrugged. About this time, my gut was telling me to get out of there, but I forced my body to stay food and shut my brain up. I looked down my site just as whoever it was began spurning at us. Behind us, I could hear marines waking up in vehicle starting. I got back on the radio and relayed to LT what was going on. I got caught off guard when the OIC officer in charge, a major,
got on the radio. Whoever they are dropped that s ob we'll come back tomorrow to pick up the body and see who the hell they are. Before he even finished his sentence, me and my buddy both fired two or three rounds. We watched just three or four hit the figure and they went down. We breathed cigh of relief as I watched the figure go down.
I radioed back in that the individuals down and we were told to come back to the trucks and load up. We quickly got out of our fighting hole and dashed for our seven ton and the entire unit to out of there. The next morning, which was really maybe three or four hours after the incident, the OIC sent me and my buddy along with three other marines and four gun trucks out to where we had shot the figure the night before. When we got there, there was no body, just a bunch of footprints all
across the desert sand. However, in the exact spot we had seen the figure go down was an outline of a body in the sand. But it gets even weirder. In that same spot, they were footprints leading away and back towards the crater. To this day, I don't know what me and my friends saw that night. All I know is that my unit never conducted any more filled ops even remotely close to that area of the base. Well,
we both saw it go down and didn't get back up. We assumed that it was dead and stay tuned for more Squatch Odyssey will be right back after these messages. Bigfoot creatures seen by an airman. In the spring of nineteen seventy four, Edwards Air Force based security policeman Sergeant Michael House was on night patrol on the outskirts of the Powerful Communication Site, which maintains radio contact
with other military installations around the globe. A nearby microwave tower, looming like a lonely sentinel in the darkness, stood surrounded by a wooden fence posted with signs advising that explosive devices electronically operated or magnetically charged would detonate within a certain radius. Sergeant House was patrolling in the area of the abandoned sled track once you used for g force testing when he saw it. Here's the report in
his own words, Sergeant M. House. I'd gotten a new spotlight and I was trying it out heading back to the main base. I noticed maybe two to three hundred yards to my left these large blue eyes. I do a lot of night hunting, and it was strange. These eyes were larger than anything I'd seen before. Their diameter had to be at least four inches apart and seven feet off the ground. I stopped the truck and I sit there watching them. It was too dark to see any body shape to the
thing. The blue glows came towards my truck at a right angle about a hundred yards and then stopped. The hair bristled on the back of my neck as the larger than human eyes began circling and again moving closer to the vehicle. A rank smell like something rotten permeated the air. The thing moved closer again now coming within fifty yards of the truck, but still its shape could
not be discerned through the brush in the desert. Just at that moment, the truck radio advised Sergeant House that he should proceed directly back to the main base, and he quickly left the area. He returned three hours later, but there was no trace of the blue eyes. Rainwashed out the possibility of locating any tracks. The following day, Sergeant House recalled the movement of the eyes was extremely fast. Another thing that bothered me was that the eyes didn't
bube up and down. It was like two lights on a wire moving from one point to another. He was ribbed a good deal while making out his official report on the incident, which was set to the standard of none reporting from other patrols that encountered strange things in subsequent months. The commanding officer wanted to believe these men were simply overimaginative. After all, the desert could produce some eerie effects at night. In reports of fantastic creatures in and around restricted
areas didn't look good in the official log. You're only hearing the wind, he told the men staffing the Mars station on the midnight shift, who said they had been hearing unusual sounds as well as seeing the dark form of something walked past the building, a figure which would have had to have been at least eight feet tall to have been seen through the high windows. If there were official investigations by the OSI, the men on patrol seldom heard the outcome
unless there were some natural explanation. Thus they wondered about the rumor circulating that the three men on duty at the complex near the bombing range had called in for help. As the story went, when the patrol arrived, they found security guards unconscious, the door leading into the building was ripped off its hinges, and the sophisticated electronic equipment within had been demolished. This account was told to an air policeman by a member of the patrol investigating that call for help.
The Rocket Propulsion Lab lies on the eastern edge of Edwards Air Force Base and utilizes a vast area of the facility. It contains installations ranging from gigantic, multimillion pound thrust rocket stands to smaller, highly specialized test equipment which can capture and instantaneously analyze the exhaust gas produced by a rocket engine. It is here that rockets in similar hardware are tested for the study of propulsion equipment under
conditions of long term exposure to the environment. It is also here that weapon systems are developed and tested. Certain areas are off limits to civilians, and signs warned to keep out of the potentially toxic areas. Air Police Sergeant Barton
had an open mind about creatures. His relatives in Missouri had seen and shot the mammoth big foot like monster known as Momo, and though he trusted their accounts of the incident, he also realized the doubt and ridicule they were subjected to when they talked about it. As a result, no formal report was made to the Air Security Police concerning what had happened in the winter of nineteen seventy four, while Barton was on patrol in the vicinity of the rocket Propulsion
Laboratory and the strange blue lights he saw in the nearby mountains. Assuming the lights to be from a car, Barton drove towards them in order to intercept any unauthorized trespassers. The lights vanished when he arrived to the site where he had last seen them, but now he found his vehicle mired in the soft desert sand. Walking approximately two miles back to the base, the sergeant intercepted
a patrol and they radioed for a tow truck. When the truck arrived and everyone returned to the sergeant's vehicle, they found three toed tracks measuring fourteen inches long, with what appeared to be a clawed digit at the heel. The wind was blowing the soft sand and the footprints were filling in rapidly, making any precise identifications difficult. But whatever it was that left the track had completely circled the truck, as if inspecting it, and then walked off on two
legs into the desert. Three weeks later, and also on patrol, Air Patrol Sergeant Jones was parked in the region of the rocket site. It was close to midnight the moon was up when suddenly Jones noticed a shape moving across the skyline on a nearby hill. While he couldn't estimate its height, the trunk area or girth was described as immense. The sergeant quickly grabbed his radio
microphone and called HQ. Tell the replacement to hurry up. I might need some help, he urged, As Jones looked back up the hill again. Two large luminescent green blue orbs like eyes were moving towards him. They didn't really seem to be like they were bouncing the way a person would when walking. They kind of floated along or were on an easy car. Lights appeared down the road, and the patrolman lost no time getting out of his truck
and walking to meet the vehicle. At that moment, he was extremely grateful that the men had responded so quickly to his call for help, But that wasn't actually so. The other vehicle had been ordered into the area in response to a report about strange lights being observed in the hills, Yet no unauthorized cars had been located, and now the glowing eyes had disappeared. All that remained in the vicinity were the unusual marks on the ground. The two rounded
depressions measured six inches and two inches in diameter, respectively. There were foot tracks as well. They were all over the place. Jones said, there was so many of them I couldn't follow any trail. Barton, who had found tracks around his truck a few weeks earlier, said they were similar to what I had seen. The other man on the patrol didn't get out of the car he said he didn't want anything to do with it. They say you gotta just stay, and no, I don't want to be alone the
world. I try this time, that time, everything coming right back right baby, my choice for me, and try to stay right now. I'm coming right away. Ussime b cons using us to us, used to use us, hap