Now one of your pudding. I got a string going on here, something just cause my dog. Something killed your dog, my dog. We're flying through the or over the tree. I don't know how it did it, Okay, Damn, I'm really confused. All I saw is my dog coming over the fence and he was dead. And once you hit the ground like, I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog coming over the fence. Sat what are you putting? We got some wonder or something
crawling around out here? Did you see what it was or was it was? Standing enough. I'm out here looking through the window now and I don't see anything. I don't want to go outside. Jesus chraict you by hello. Get the body out here, quin On out there. I thought of a bitch about tick forty nine. I don't know easy announce there. Yeah, I'm walking right head either And thanks so much for joining me for the show. I wanted to do a special bonus show to share with you guys
our new channel, Backwoods Horror Stories. I think I mentioned it a couple of shows ago. It's a new channel that's devoted to nothing but encounter stories submitted by you the audience. These are stories that you're not going to hear anywhere else. We have a brand new YouTube channel. It's called Backwoods Horror
Stories. The link is right here in the show notes if you want to go over and subscribe to us on YouTube, and you can also get it wherever you're listening to this show, Backwoods Horror Stories, Apple Podcast, Spotify, Google, iHeartRadio, anywhere you're listening to me right now. I guess you can tell by my voice I'm a little bit under the weather. Fortunately I recorded these stories that you're about to about a week ago before my voice
started to fail me. This is the one time bonus thing. We're not going to post these anywhere other than on the Backwoods Horror Stories podcast. So if you're into these kind of stories and you want to hear more of them, we've got about twenty five episodes out on both sides right now, on the YouTube channel as well as the audio podcast. But these three stories that you're about to hear are a good mix of what you're going to hear on
that channel. So before my voice completely gives out, I'll say this, sit back, relax and enjoy these Backwoods or Stories. Hey, Brian, I'm a big fan of your show. I'm also digging the new show, that Bigfoot podcast. I'm grateful to have a place to share what happened to me, judgment free and from someone that doesn't constantly talk shit about the Bigfoot
community. It baffles me how so many people can throw their money at a certain person out west that constantly belittles the very people that's made him a huge success and quite wealthy. I myself would rather give my story to someone I can actually believe and trust enough about that, though I'll jump into my encounter before I do, I just want to say I have somewhat of a public job, and unfortunately the world isn't quite accepting of this phenomenon yet, although
it does appear to be getting better. That being said, I've decided to email you my story instead of coming on the show or leaving a voicemail. I have somewhat of a distinctive voice, so this is a much better option for me. My name is Steve. Okay, it's not really, but we'll go with that for now. I live in South Carolina and I'm an avid hunter, not shocking for this part of the country. As I'm sure you know, I have family property that I hunt. It's my dad's and
his brother my uncle's land, but's right up to it. Altogether, it's just over one hundred and fifty acres of almost all wooded land. There's only four of us that have permission to hunt on it, and that's how we want to keep it. Before this happened, the only monsters I knew about was this fourteen point buck that we'd seen several times on the trail cams. Man. Did I want this guy? That's what I was always after, but I didn't have high hopes, considering even laying eyes on them seemed to
be pretty much impossible. It was a bone chilling morning in late December of last year, twenty twenty two. I was out and headed to my tripod early that morning. It was still a good hour before first light. I finally make it, climb up and get settled. I love being in the woods that early in the morning and watching the forest as it wakes up and comes alive. It's my heaven. This morning felt different, though. Something was off A couple of hours in and the sun was out, but that's
the only thing that was out. It was oddly quiet, spooky. Really. I almost always hear something at least hear A few squirrels are always a bird or two. This morning though nothing. Have you ever noticed that when it's so quiet, there's this kind of ringing your ear. There's just not another sound, just a slight ringing. That's how this morning was, and it didn't make any sense. A little more time goes by and something catches my eye. Across from me, up on a ridge I'd say about two
hundred yards, there was a small clearing. I could see something black moving around from there. It looked like a black bear. I'd never seen any kind of bear out in that area before, but I'm certainly no expert. That's what it had to be. From that distance, I wouldn't have noticed anything unless it had some size to it. I threw up my rifle to my shoulder to look through my scope to get a better view. I wanted to see a bear. What I saw was no damn bear, though it
honestly looked like a hair covered man. I remember gasping like I literally heard myself gasp for air. My stomach then began to go into knots. This thing was on two legs, walking like you and I do. What the hell was it? Doing, though I swear it looked like it was walking back and forth in circles, waving its extremely long arms around, and it looked like it was screaming at someone. I heard nothing, though. The best way I can describe it is is, have you ever seen someone on
a bad trip, somebody messed up on drugs. I'll call them crackheads. I know that's not the best way to put it, and I'm sorry if I seem insensitive, but that's the only way I can describe what I was seeing. Every once in a while, it would kind of stomp its feet, like a child throwing a fit. There was something else going on,
though it really did look like it was arguing with someone. I guess I finally snapped out of my stupor, and I really don't know how long it took, but I'd say I watched this thing for at least five minutes. I only stopped when it walked out of my sight and into the woods, and the direction it was walking was directly towards me. I was definitely not about to stay around there and see if it got any closer. I jumped down and made record time back to my truck. As I got closer to
the truck, I noticed the four started coming back alive. I don't think I was ever in any real danger, but the fear I felt was like nothing I'd ever experienced. This has awakened something in me, a desire I'd never had before. I'm now on a mission for answers. I'll be honest, though. It took me a couple of months to get back out into the woods, so that was the end of my hunting season for twenty twenty two. I know this wasn't the longest or most exciting encounter you've ever gotten,
but it's interesting, to say the least. What was that behavior? Have you or any of your listeners ever heard anything like this? When I got home that morning, I told my dad what I'd just seen. He shocked me when he didn't laugh, and he shocked me even more when he said that he believed me. He told me that he too had seen one some years ago and not too terribly far from where I did. He said it was a roadside crossing when he was a teenager. He said that he
was with Grandpa in his old Ford pickup truck. They both watched this giant thing cross across the road. Right in front of them. He said it was like this thing had waited till the last second, then crossed over and was gone through the woods. He said it blew him away, but Grandpa just said, Yep, they're around here. I really wished i'd known that while my grandpa was still here. I'd love to hear what he had to say. The way my dad said that he acted like it was just another
day leads me to believe that he might have had more encounters. Anyway. Thanks for all you do, Brian, I hope you can use this God bless Now let's get into the amazing story of a man shooting a sasquatch to protect his family. I'm writing into sharing my encounter. I know that nobody's going to believe me, but I really don't give a damn. This happened. I was there, end of story. I don't care about fame or fortune. I just want myself, my home, and my family left alone.
There's nothing I wouldn't do to protect my own as you'll soon find out. Let this be a warning to anybody that might get the stupid idea to come looking for these big, stinky ass things of my property. My name is Rich and I live on almost four forty acres in northwest Tennessee. I've hunted since I was big enough to hold a gun. My father left me when I was little, and I never met him. My uncle's the one that taught me all I know about hunting in the woods, about life.
Really. He also taught me the value of family and to protect it along with your property, at any cost. I've been married for about twelve years now. My wife and I have two little girls. Every time I look at them, I wonder how in the hell my dad did what he did, Because you couldn't keep me from my little girls. I honestly would die for all three of the wife included. Unfortunately, neither one of my girls
was very time boyish. They were their mama through and through. That's all right by me, But honestly, I was looking forward to teaching one of my kids to hunt. Maybe one of them will show some interests one day. It just hasn't happened yet. I say all that to say I'm the only one in my family that's capable of protecting us. We live so far out that if we ever needed to call the police, there's no telling how long it would take them to get here. We've never needed before, and
hopefully never will. The police aren't really who you need to call for help with these kind of things. Anyway, I feel like I'm rambling, so I'll get to the damn point. I grew up with my uncle telling me stories about the wild men in the woods. Nowadays people call him Bigfoot or sasquatch. My uncle claimed that he had one take a deer from him one time. He said he shot the deer tracked it, only to see one of these things pick it up like a loaf of bread and walk off with
it. He said he just stood there like a dummy and couldn't even move. He talked about hearing them several times as well. He told me about this awful smell that would sometimes just come out of nowhere and then just go away. Sometimes it would be just for a few seconds, and other times it would stay around for hours. I'll be honest, I've smelled that foul smell of a time or two, and I've heard what sounded like somebody taking
a wooden bat and smacking it against a tree. I knew that these were signs of these things, but my thinking was always, if you leave them alone, they'll leave you alone. It seemed like a arrangement until they went and screwed it all up. I told you about my little girls. One is nine and the youngest just turned six, So this happened about a year ago, so they were eight and five at the time. I'm not going to share their names, but for this email, we can call them S
and Jay, with Jay being the youngest. One morning, at breakfast, Jay asked me who the funny looking man was that looks through her window at night. This caught me off guard. I knew that kids can have wild imaginations, but she's never said anything like that before, and it just wasn't like her to make up stories. I asked her what the man looks like. She said, it's hard to tell because it's dark, but he has red hair all over him, even on his shoulders. That's all she could
see. It's important to tell you. The bottom of her window is just under seven feet off the ground. She said she could see his face and shoulders. I'm guessing that would make this dude around seven foot I'm not gonna lie. This bothered me. I told her, the next time he comes to the window, you come and wake me up. I don't don't care what time it is. Well, a couple of nights go by and there's nothing. But then on the fourth night, I'm woking up by this little
voice saying, Daddy, that man's back at the window. It took me a second to understand, having just woke up from a deep sleep, but I nudged my wife awake, and I grabbed Jay and put her back into bed with her mama. I got up and got dressed real quick and grabbed my twelve gage and I snuck out the front door as quietly as I could. Her room is on the rear of the house, so I wanted to go around the front so I could sneak around in surprise whoever or whatever was
at her window. But nothing was there, though I checked the entire area under the window for any disturbances. We have flowers with mulch all around our house. The area under both of my daughter's windows was all messed up, like someone had been standing there, just moving back and forth. I knew I had trouble on my hands. I put up trail cameras all around the house and put up some floodlights that seemed to do the trick because all the
activity seemed to stop. I thought I'd solve the problem. I was wrong, Man, was I ever wrong. A couple of months went by and I had almost forgotten about the whole thing, until one day my wife said, I hear S screaming bloody murder. It was around seven pm and the sun was just starting to go down, but it was still bright enough outside that you could see. The wife and I took off running out the door. We see S running towards us, but we didn't see Jay right away.
We looked past S and saw Jay laying on the ground, not moving. I took off to get her, scared to death of what I was going to see when I got there, but she wasn't hurt at all, just dirty. She looked to being shocked though her eyes were open wide, but she wasn't talking. I scooped her up and took her back to the house. My wife already had S on the porch and we all went in. Jay still wasn't talking. S was crying hysterically. She said the red
gorilla tried to take Jay. As you can imagine, my wife and I were like, what the fuck is she talking about? What red gorilla? She just kept saying it was huge, huge, and Red Jay finally started to come around and she said, he's the one that watches me sleep. We finally got the story from the two of them, and we think that this thing came to take Jay and when s started screaming, it scared this thing away. It just ran off. I also knew that next time we
might not be so lucky. I know this is a long story, so I'll try to speed it up a bit. I knew something had to be done. That night, I read as much as I could about Bigfoot and their believed tendencies. I'm a hunter, so I already had the hunting equipment that I believe i'd need. So my wife and I came up with a plan. I was going to go out in the woods in the direction that this thing ran. I showered with my non scented hunting soap and shampoo,
and I put on my gilly suit. I was going to be out there early the next morning. Then my wife was going to take the girls out to play around dusk that evening, about the same time the incident took place. By that time, I'll have been sitting in the same spot for about ten hours or so, so hopefully I could surprise this thing when it came through. I had a Remington eleven eighty seven magnum with a double OpEd buckshot. I took the plug out so I could get as many rounds in as
this thing would hold. I'm definitely glad I did. When I heard my girl's plan, I knew it was game time. I started wondering if I was stupid for even trying this. But this thing messed with my family, and where I'm from, family's off limits. This thing was going to die. I was really surprised at how quickly I heard something off to my left when I heard the girl's playing. It was almost like this guy knew that they would be there. I got my first look at this thing not long
after I smelled it. Everything I had read and heard talked about was how smart these things are and how it's impossible to track one. I guess those people are either dumbasses. So this guy was so fixated on my girls that he was taking risks that he normally wouldn't. I can confidently say it was a male. That bastard had an erection that honestly pissed me off more than anything. It took all I had to wait for this thing to get close enough for me. But I swear to God, he would have stepped right
on me if I'd let him keep coming. He was headed straight for me. I was propped up against a tree, sitting on my ass. He got less than five feet from me, and he was moving incredibly slow. I figured if I couldn't hit him from five feet, I deserved whatever he did to me. I took a deep breath, raised my shotgun to my shoulder, and pulled the trigger. I wish I could show you the look on his face when I first made the move to raise my gun. It
was the perfect oh shit face. He just froze and I fired. I hit him in the face, and if I had to guess, I'd say around the nose and mouth area. I saw this red miss just explode from behind his head. After I hit him, he just crumpled and on his way down, I put one more in his chest. He hit the ground and never moved again. I just sat there, dazed and I couldn't believe what happened. I snapped out of it when I heard my girl screaming. I thought, oh shit, not another one. I jumped up and ran
back to the house. Turns out it was just the shots that scared them. I was awful close, after all. I made sure they were all right, and then I had to figure how what to do next. I mean, there's a damn dead bigfoot practically in my backyard. Before I knew it, it was already dark. I decided that first night that I'd go out there and bury it. Like I said, I don't want any attention
from this. The damnedest thing happened, though. I went out there with a shovel and a pick axe the next morning, and I swear he wasn't there. There was no blood on the ground, but there was a mess made all over the area, but no dead bigfoot. I honestly think some of the others came and took his body away. This freaked me out more than anything. Then it hit me there's no way I could protect us from
all of these things. We've made the decision to sell the house. That very day, we packed up some clothes and went to stay with my wife's parents. I no longer felt safe there. I started to wish that we'd done that from the very beginning, instead of me killing one. But honestly, I feel like something was wrong with that one, that if he didn't get my daughter, he would eventually get someone else's. I question everything about that day. There's a lot more about this I could add, but I've
been typing for way too long as it is. That's the meat and potatoes of it. As I said, I don't care one bit if you call me a liar. We were there, we know what happened. My girls are tough, and I feel like if they need to talk to somebody about this in the future, we'll definitely do that for them. Hell, I kind of feel like I need to talk to somebody because this whole thing really messed me up. But who do you talk to? Though, Well, there you have it. There's my story. Do with it what you will.
So my experience begins when the wife and I moved to our new home in the North Georgia Mountains. We've been living in West Virginia since we married twenty two years ago. Life was good and the only reason for the move was my recent promotion to a newly open branch of the company that I work for for over a decade now. We got a pretty good deal in an old farmhouse that had been completely renovated with all modern fixtures and new appliances.
It was gorgeous. It also set on nearly fifty acres of wooded land. When I tell you we got this place for a steal, that doesn't quite do it justice. It was like the previous owners just wanted to get rid of it, and we didn't ask many questions about it. We were comfortable with the reason that our agent gave us. He said the previous owners were from New York City and they thought that they wanted the country life, but quickly realized it wasn't for them. We understood that and we left it alone.
I now believe that we know the truth. After hearing what's going on here, you might be surprised to hear that we have no intentions of doing the same. We love it here and we love the new friends that we've made. It was fall and we were getting settled in and we only had a little bit of unpacking left. Unfortunately, the majority of that was left to my wife. Since I was so busy with hiring new employees and everything that goes into launching a brand new business and a brand area. I was
swamped. The first thing we noticed, well, my wife noticed was how strange the dog seemed to act, and how a brand new forty pound bag of dog food seemed to grow legs and just walk off. The wife and I never had children. It was just something neither of us were interested in doing. We did have plenty of nieces and nephews and love children. Just
always felt like we enjoyed kids in moderation. Playing with the kids and our family and then sending them back home to their actual parents was always enough for us. That being said, our dogs were our children and we loved them dearly. We have quite the odd couple of pooches. We have a Rotweiler and a little beagle. The beagle is scared of nothing. His nose gets him in trouble, so we were happy with all the acreage for him to roam. The rody was your typical big lazy boy. Not much got to
him, probably due to his age. He was getting up there anyway. We were shocked to see right from the start our beagle would not go into the woods. There were many nights we would try to let him out to do his business and he wouldn't go. This was the opposite of what we had expected. We thought. With all that land. We would let him go out in the morning and probably wouldn't see him again until later that evening when he came home with a rabbit or something. But this wasn't the case
though. It's like all of a sudden he hated being outside. We had to put him on a leash and drag him out to do his business and then back in again. The writing would always just go out do his business and come right back in, so nothing really ever changed with him. The beagle's behavior had a stump, to say the least. Before we realized that a month had gone by and we were settling in for the most part. It was a week night, which one I don't recall, but I was
at work like usual, and I got a call from my wife. She's frantic and screams that there's something looking in the kitchen window. I'm not sure if I'm hearing you're right, so I tell her to repeat what she said, and she screamed, there's someone efting looking through the kitchen window. Now I know this something wrong because my wife never uses the F word. It's bad. I tell her to hang up and call nine one one. I'm on my way home. I was on my way home and then it hits
me. Our kitchen window is a good seven or eight feet off the ground. She's got to be mistaken, but it's better to be safe than sorry. By the time I made it home, I could see the blue lights coming over the ridge, but I couldn't hear any sirens. So the police and I made it at about the same time, with me slightly beating the men. I put it in park and ran in. My wife met me at the door and fell into my arms, crying. She whispered in my
ear. I don't think it was a man. This caught me off guard, but we had an officer standing in our living room that we needed to talk to, so I just tucked it away. We were able to get her settled down enough to tell us exactly what happened, She said. She started to cook supper when she noticed Benji the beagle growling and hiding between her feet. He almost caused her to fall down. She noticed what direction he was looking in, and when she noticed it, a face was looking in
at her. The officer said that he would take a look around, and the other officer joined him. While they were outside looking around, she took me into the kitchen to show me the window. I'll be damned if it didn't look like there was some sort of moisture on the glass. Also, up in the left corner there was what looked to be a couple of fingerprints, but not normal sized prints. I'd say they looked to be at least three times the size of my own fingers. Not thinking clearly, I took
my fingers and tried to wipe away the moisture, but nothing happened. The marks were on the outside. She and I just stood there looking at each other with our mouths wide open. A couple of minutes later, the two officers came back inside. We had decided to show them what we had found, even at the risk of them calling us crazy. I mean, how
would you effaked this? What did we have to lose? Right? The officers looked at each other, and one of them got this grin on his face, and the other one, to our shock, looked like he might actually believe us. We got to talking to the two of them, and it turns out that the officer that smiled had a recent transfer to the area, while the other one that seemed to believe us said he had grown up
in that area. He talked about his granddad and how he used to tell stories of the wood bookers, and that there were even cases of them peeking into windows. He said that he had never heard of any cases or stories of anybody getting hurt by these things, and it just appeared that for the most part, they were just curious. We thanked them for the time and for taking us seriously, even if only half of them did so. Before they left. The one thing that we could agree on was that we needed
to put up some floodlights and maybe do some security cameras. Guess what my job was. The very next day, I was able to get some lights installed by one of the electrical contractors that the police officer recommended, and because I told him it was an emergency, he was able to get him up the very next day. The cameras we ordered from Amazon, and I was able to get those up two days later. We were amazed at how this seemed to do the trick. It even got to where Benji would play in
the yard, but he still wouldn't go anywhere near the woods. If it's all right, I'll be sending along some of the other activities we've experienced here. It's become quite amazing, to say the least. We don't feel threatened in any way. We regularly receive gifts, and almost every day we leave them something. Well, there you go. I wanted to send this to you because that's how it all started. We live in a small town,
so it's important that we stay anonymous. We love Sasquatch Odyssey and backwards horror stories. It's the only reason we're writing in. Maybe one day we'd be interested in coming on for an interview, but for now, we're just going to enjoy our new friends and we want them to be safe. For that reason, we'll just keep things like they are for the time being. Thanks for all you do, and thanks for allowing us to share our experience. I cann