Now one of your pudding. I got a string going on here, something just because my dog. Something killed your dog. My dog. We're flying through the air over the tree. I don't know how it did it, Okay, Damn, I'm really confused. All I saw was 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, quice you by hello. Get somebody out here. Quent on out there. I thought of a mention about text nine. I don't know eating out there. Yeah, I'm walking right. Hey. I want to welcome my guest to the show. It is Marsha from South Carolina. Welcome to the show,
Marsha. Hey, thank you nice to be here. I am so glad to have you. Let's get right into it. Let's talk about this bigfoot thing. What got you interested in the subject to begin with? It wasn't really on our radar growing up, or it really became an issue for one of those actually duty of the Marine Corps, which is the first time I had an encounter. And night four I went to Bridgeport, California in the
Sierra Mountains. It's the Marine Corps which are training facility there. You go there usually four to six week One particular evening, I was standing what you call guard duty Marine Corps were called firewalk. I was standing on top of a wood pallet and it elevated me a little bit in the snow. There was about maybe about the foot of snow on the ground, and off to my left. In front of me was a line of trees, some of them pretty big trees. The starhead of the garden, the call fold.
They dropped me off. This is before it helped Be's. We had jeeps and dropped me off and to stay in my three hour walk. Gave me a log book. I had my AM sixteen and I had a magazine pouch of three magazines in it with ammunition. So after about a half hour being on my watch keeping in sight of everything around me, the snow was frushed out there. There was a moonlit night, very cold, very little wig
but very cold. It is probably ten degrees. All of a sudden, I fought a little bit of movement by a tree that's about thirty feet away from me. Out from behind this really white tree steps south, this very tall harry black hair, very little neck, very broad shoulder, fairly see the whitesid's eyes. I froze. I thought I was a hard charge and were not afraid of anything in the world. Six foot seven three and twenty pounds, I wasn't afraid of anything in the world. This animal five pid,
this not from behind the tree. Maybe he was there well before the stargeant of the guard dropped me off. But he stepped out and we locked eyes at thirty feet. I froze. I didn't think I put my weapon on fire. I did think about loading the magazine. I just froze. I learned a lot of humility and that eight pens stuck it encounter that I wasn't the biggest and baddest thing on the field that day. I thought it was fire. My head was when you're twenty two years old, you think
you're all that. But when I saw bes squads, I knew I was. That's where, like I said, about eight to ten seconds he turned and was gone. The tree was between me and I. He was just gone that fast. And later when the step fenstiel Charts came by, I told him and he just looked at me and grinned, and he was part of the permanent party up there, and he said, just log it in your book as you encountered local indigenous life, wildlife, and don't make it
any more of it than that. So that's what I did. It wasn't that he was telling me to cover it up, or it was some giant government conspiracy or anything. You were just looking out for me, so people weren't harass The last time I did in the Marine Corps, and it always weighed on my mind. What was that? I mean? I know I wasn't saying thing I've done around the world by that time. I know what I saw. This was not a bear. No, it was bigger than
me, and it made me look tiny. That's the first time ever met something that made me feel tiny. That's my first encounter. I know you said this thing was massive. Is there any way that you can estimate size as far as height and weight on this thing that you saw? Yeah. Later I walked over to that tree putting the rifle butt up next to my ear. The top of the rifle was just about as high as he was,
so that would be close to nine and a half feet. Using my height in the length of the rifle, about nine and a half to ten feet, very thick. I would estimate weight eight to nine hundred pounds. It's huge. Like I said, up until that point, if you had talked to anyone in my spot, any one of my fa foods, I was the enforcer, who was the gorilla in the room, and I felt
nothing to stop me. When we are a young truth your Marine Corps, you're made to feel you're invincible, and being my skies, I really thought I was invincible. However, seeing this really showed me I was the biggest bad thing in the forest. It really showed me that I am. I don't know if I am sixteen, I could have fired off all ninety rounds. Probably we're in the spot. I had three magazines of thirty rounds. Zep it waned a fivety five six millimeters. I don't think that would have
been calful enough to do that. Now, when people have an experience that's fairly close up, there's really no doubt what you're seeing. It usually causes people to go in one of two directions. Did it push you to want to know more about these things? Did you want to go down the rabbit hole? And did you go down the rabbit hole? As far as your research and looking into these things after your sighting, I not only went down the rabbit hole, I dug a bigger rabbit hole because I was looking for
that night and to ten foot rabbit. I retired from the Marine Corps while on the after duty. I went to school and then subsequently going to college after the working co parting the Master's Science tree. Being a field geologist, wherever I went in the field, it was always in the back of my mind. Are one of them there? And I just told myself when I got to a spot where I could put some effort into researchiness as a scientist, no fly by night stuff, just true science. I was going to
do it with no hesitation at all. That's what led me to my next encounter. I was in Montana and we were camped a free camping area. Late that night, heard something jostling all the fans in our storage coats and whatnot. In the moonlight, you can cast a shadow the squad shot to my tent. I just la froze the same way I froze that night in nineteen eighty four in Bridgeport. The next morning, looking around, things were
jostled, you could tell. But about forty five to fifty feet away from our camp site there was like a seasonal metal that had about waist high grass, and that grass was matted in the circle about ten foot diameter, as if something had laid there. When I looked up the slope of the skill that was next to us, about a sixty seventy foot high slope, and it happened that's called the one to one slope forty five three angle of the stones Rock, And in the middle of that slope was a four inch diameter
log with a tree bulb sticking straight up in the air. And that log had been jammed into the face of that hill. That just clicked all the bells and whistles for me, and I said, Okay, I'm getting it. I'm getting I'm understanding what I'm really up against here. This is not my imagination. I know what caused this. I'm good. So I just predict my old little personal notebook and went on about my business. A few
years later, I went on my first expedition with the BFRO again. I started researching a lot of different sites and individuals, reading everything I could, everything put out by doctor Tetch, doctor Jeff Meldrum did all those things basically starting a week from the chest being out in this valley with five other people. We're in a horseshoe shaped valley and we're on this little finger that shoots out into the middle of the valley. The ledge is about twenty feet wide.
The slope went down about eighty feet and came back up to another ridge making the other side of the horseshoe valley. And behind us to the south there was another clope about seventy feet and it went up to a ridge behind us, and so we made a little fire and within a couple of hours and they got dark. Party to look Philly and just to our left my left and I'm facing north, so about twelve feet away, there's something moving
in the brush in the thicket. And I turned my fleer on and I'm skating the area and I looked down because it's so close, I didn't see that first. There's a deer just a hunker down in this thicket. And it's not running. You would think it would be scared of us, and it's not. It's just hunkered down and it's as low as a can of the ground. After seeing that, one of the people in our group says,
hey, something's being thrown at us. Who's doing that? We get one pine cone, a second pine cone coming from the north from one side of the bridge, and then all of a sudden, a rock but behind us. So and Don's on our leader there, what's going on? And she is telling everyone's stay calm. If you got a fleer, turn it
on. Let's see what we can see. And so to the north there's a line of bushes that are seven or eight feet tall, and me being as tall as I am, when I stand up out a ridge, I can see over that line of shrubbery where the people with me aren't so tall and they can't sleep beyond it. And so I'm looking with my flear and I stopped this bright, hot white image. I see head and shoulders in the image. This is about twenty one twenty two feet away. Holy juice. I stay out loud, not yelling, and I go, I got
a clean lock right here, funding right here. Finding the outside of the woods and everyone's tweezes. As soon as our team leaders walks over to me, the squatch takes off down that slope and across the field rubbery and bushes that are to you or I would come up. Shoulder high or maybe waist high is down there. It's knees and weight, maybe midchest. This a female. She runs down to the base of that little draw up the side of the other ridge and stands there behind a bush, and it's weaving back
and forth. What was really spectacular. This is my first flaar sighting, my first time using a flair. It's just incredible. However, we spot two small hotspots on either side of her up in the tree. These hotspots. Later the next day we'll be back to the measure. We're about four and a half to five feet in late. We suspect now juvenile. She was weaving back and forth behind a bush. I think leaving it. We can't see her when she's behind the bush. And the flair is such a
good quality now that you can actually see your excale. The temperature is in the high thirties, you know we Xdale. You get a cloud of steam comes out. You could actually see her exhale. While all that was taking place behind us, stones were being thrown at us. The deer hits up in bolts, and the two behind us we could hear them stopping. It sounds like they're stopping as they run, and they run to the east.
One comes up behind our parked vehicles. I mean you can see the silhouette, probably eight and a half about a good three and a half fourth fee higher than to the roof of the pickup. Goes running between the vehicles and takes ball. The second one, we both these were males, cook off the other way and went off to smoke. We started came out clear, but he was moving so fast you just lost them in the dense woods. And once they get out to about three hundred four hundred yards, your player
starts losing some of us available signature. We shot back and thought about that. We're all just breathing heavy, trying to keep our exposure of what he just experienced, what we have seen. Just that. We were watching a hunting party. The female, the two juveniles were chasing a beer into the waiting hands of two males. We were just haphazard, clumsy humans. We had to walk out in the middle of it, and the squatches stayed away.
They tried to scare us away, heavy breathing, throwing things at us, and we didn't bud. We just stood up and pointed at them. I think they acted under the better part of valor and just said, Okay, we'll run away, we'll wait for you leave, and we'll still crack down that deer. So we get back to camp and were we poort in well excited, a wready up the detailed report for the expedition leader, and
later that night go to sleep. I'm in my tent and I'm sleeping on the outer periphery of the camp, and across from me, about sixty seventy feet away, it is the camp leader this table, and he's got some food he had left out on the table. And about three point thirty in the morning, I'm sleeping in my cot. I'm slightly elevated grade where I'm sliding down my cop because it's uneven ground, but my head and ear its face is probably no more than ten to twelve inches away from the canvas of
my tent. About like I said, three o'clock in the morning, I wake up moaning in pain for loud buzzing white noise in my head in my ears, and I can hear something by my head breathing, and then it gets up. I hear it run across the way to the camp leader's table. I hear it run back, and you can hear the feet just couple into the ground and I can feel it. Meanwhile, I have splid down
my cot because I'm not sleeping that level ground. As he's running back, a hand from outside my tent pushes my feet that are pushing at the side of my tent because my tent's only seven or foot wide, so it pushes my feet and pushes me right up to my cop like I was a rag ball. They just pushed me straight up, made me rolling out of that cop faster than anything I've ever done, made me jump up, really scared the dictions out of me. I stood there, froze for a minute.
I'm trying to wait for the white noise and the pull of my head just the side a little bit my tent. Meanwhile, people in the camp are they're waking up because other people have experienced and heard this. We've got a couple of screams, like a war type scream out of this tamp Lear's now woken up. The food Dad been left on the table had been smashed by
these two other people had recorded the screens. They had recorders out from the entire times and they get there and set up any expedition they have a record in the middle of camp. They let it run for three or four days. They recorded me yelling at my sleep, moaning and painon. We suspect some form of infrastyle maybe or something be projected at me a while that one was kneeling down next to my tent, so close to me again. I
wrote a report handed into seam leader. The rest of the expedition, every one's a while. I feel like a little touch of these in this little touch of vertico. It took a while, a good twenty four hours for some of that for me to clear the toblets out the speed. We went back the subsequent night where we have seen the hunting, the potential hunting events again. People have things thrown at them a corns, pinecos et cetera,
but only from the north side. When that happened again, the team layer pulled everyone out, thought that it may not be a safe deal that go there touched to second time it may not be safe. And so I finished that expedition having gathered that these are real, live, hooping, running enities, and it just furthered by Ferber wanting to know more, investigate more.
This is one of the things that's come up recently on the show. I've had a couple of listeners post some questions in our Facebook group asking me if I documented encounters where people there were more or less talking about aggressive sasquatch and where people have actually been touched by a sasquatch. I think the guy called it skin on skin. I even joke that's like a whole different podcast when you're talking skin on skin. Yeah, yeah, this is exactly. But
we were talking about it. When you have situations where these things are touching people and you're not the first person that I've actually talked to this has been touched through a tent. What is going through your mind when this thing is putting its hands on you and, like you said, pushing you up this cot like you're nothing. You had to have that moment of this thing could kill me if you wanted to. All right, let me ask you a
question. Have you ever been swimming and stay a lake or pond? And as you're in waste deep water, something swoons up to you and touches your leg. Yes, that kind of react. You don't know if it's an alligator, a little two inch sunfish, a water moccasin, a star. I had no idea, But you learn to walk on water and run as fast as you can because you don't know what it is for something to push move up the cor I rolled out that car very quickly. My first thought
was, I know I was touched. How come my head's hurting? What's going on? At this time, I'm more concerned with the pain of feeling in my ears, in my head. It just it was so loud. It was so loud. But I've been touched once with obviously the canvas between never skin on skin do. I saw that posting and that's why I did it was fond. I have not been touched Kinski. Remember, I'm putting myself into these situations. I'm not actu hunker just popping to the woods.
I'm not someone who's just casually out there hiking. I'm out there intentionally looking for this encounter. So I want to gather more information, more reconnaissance. Praise. You learn real quick in the Marine Corps is all recon as good result. Any information you can gather is good information. It neither proves a positive or proves the negative one of the two. The next time was North Carolina. I can't really speak to the location right now, so I'm winning
have permission from the property owner. Standing up in my tent. The center of by tent is seven foot two and it slopes down to the end. The tent is seven feet by sixteen feet, and it's seven foot two in the center and on the side it goes down to about six feet before sun up, and my head's poking and lifting up the top of the tent where I'm standing. After two or three times probably looks curious, and all of a sudden, I feel something from outside my tent pushed my head and it
basically throws me to the ground. At that time, I'm now a little bit more mature. The first thing I do is I grabbed my rifle underneath the pot and I chamber around. I carry Henry forty five to seventy with four hundred and twenty grain rounds. That's enough to take on an elephant, a hippo, a charging where iino, whatever you got it'll take it down. I was waiting to see what was pushing on me. After about five or ten seconds, I caught myself down to go come out. You're overreacting,
so unzip the tent door. I look out the door. There's nothing there, and I went, okay, But that was a brand. There was a potential winter maker. That's what I'm telling myself, that's what I want. However, there was no branches on top of the tent or near me. There was no branches above my tants. Something had to have done that. On top of my tent, in two different locations was a faint outline of a white like oily substance with three fingers in one spot and a
thumb and the index finger and another. The index finger was about six and a half into long. My hypothesis is that this scoatch saw something popping up and down in the canvas. It was curious, reached out and passed it. That's my assumption. It was the second time I was tut that an entire expedition. There had squatch walking around my tent as soon as I did, about two thirty three o'clock in the morning untill sunrise. So there's always
something watching something outside. There was six of us camp there, there was four tenths. Most other people were staying in hotels in town and you would hear something jostle a coxs and pants. One of the tricks you learn is when you're out there on an expedition or something like that, when you go to bed at night, you take a picture with your camera phone of your camp, so you're compared for it in the morning. That's what you do
every night, so you wake up the morning. Okay, just something moved, And undoubtedly every night something was moved, not just maybe a squirrel taking a napkin. I'm talking heavy Ammo cans with eating you testils or hookwear in its being moved a foot or two. So in that expedition there was just a lot of movement around us. And then me getting at one head slab. I think the one head slat would have been enough. You were definitely
much braver than I am. But of course, if you're into this subject and you're really looking for the answers, it's like you said, you don't really get those sitting on the couch. You have to put yourself in those situations. A very famous person, the same as John Wayne. He once said that courage was being afraid and still saddling up. I'll tell you now, I'm scared when I go out there. I'm not gonna lie. I'm not any superhero, but the marine in me and the scientist in me,
just for Jesus fit so I still start a lot. The next chouncter, I can share some of the information on this one. The next encounter was in eastern Tennessee in a recreation area. Camping was about thirty other people. We were in the group camp area. My camp was specifically in the overflow. I found the spot and nestled and some bushes and trees. It was a pretty good expedition. To my west was a one and a half lane
gravel road that ran into the old floor parking group camp sites. And on the other side of that gravel road was a gully that was part of a utility line cut out. We're all familiar with those who look at a hill and you see this. It's like a barber took a razor and how to strip through the hill. You got these big power lines running through it. I can't there put on purpose. Wanted to see what would happen. We
had a great expedition, really good. Our leader had rented a huge circus tent like we stayed a used car dealership or something like that, so that forty fifty people just sit underneath it eat their launch or dinner or whatever. This was at the end of the fall season for this Preficator recreation area November one. It was going to be closed to all visitors, all hunters,
even the rangers in the camp posts were leaving that November first. I and another person volunteered at the end of this expedition to stay back, stay with that big circus tent type device that had been rented, just to make sure it was taken sound because the rental company was going to have to pick it up Monday morning and someone was going to have to be there to unlock the dates. I volunteered. I'm pretty sure, you see my mo I'm fill
leading up the ball this year. So me and this other person we're staying behind. We go heit lunch and we come back and it's about four o'clock after you and he calls me on the radio. He's over in the food camp site. I'm in the overflow. He's on the other side of that big mask of pens that's about one hundred and thirty yards away from me, and he says, I'm not feeling this. I'm going to go home. So I held my breath for a couple of minutes. I thought about it.
I said, Okay, see you later. He packs up and he reads. Now it's about five o'clock. Stun's starting to go down, and there's a weather front coming in. We're starting to get a little bit of miss every now and then. I know from the expedition we had a lot of awesome red oak firewood split right sitting over by a fire ring of about one hundred feet away from my tent. I go over to that fire ring. I pulled the picnic table close to it so that I could sit and
start stacking wood and putting into my little field wagon. By the corner my eye at about a three thirty position caught me by surprise. A juvenile as follows me, more splendor than with thin hair, not heavy, dark hair, conical head. It runs from one big tree to another, just slightly out of my field of view. Stay at my three thirty position, and I'm picking my stuff to stick on. Okay, I'm bigger than this one. Marie me right. So I continue picking up the wood, put it
in my wagon. But every time I reach for a piece of wood, I slowly adjust my body so I can get that tree more into my fricktial vision. That's got by two o'clock, and I know what I see. This is the young male six feet probably two hundred and twenty five hundred and fifty pounds. I'm still trying to turn my body so I can see more and more. As I was doing that, it must have wet down the other side of it. For me. I just see me long. So I grab some more wood. I'm putting it in the wagon my heart,
and I'm pulling it over to my fansite. Now I know I'm the only human being for probably twenty miles. I'm the only human being in this recreation area. The rangers, the park staff are all gone, stamp post is gone, every motor hoole r D is gone. I'm the only human being here. So my assumption is I'm going to have guests later time. That's my guess. I take the wood, I stack at my fire ring. I backed my collar so the back of the car is literally touching one end
of my tent. My tent was already set up where the back of it was against heavy bushes. Nothing comes through there without hearing it or seeing it. And on the other side of my tent, away from the car, I pushed up the picnic table on edge so the one bench was on the ground. I basically put a prim around myself, made some coffee, and brought out my right the rain notebooks and started writing down all the stuff I had, just sings. I wanted it annotated in my book. This is
what it happened, the times what I saw. The description It starts like rain. Now outside my seven by sixteen by seven and a half foot tens, I have a ten by ten top up, so I guess fit protective from the rain. I have my can't kitchen there. I have coats and Ammo pans filled with electronic bear light eating a Tessels, et cetera around me in a semicircle used to my car. And I'm really putting out this barrier I would call a detection barrier, so if anything come near me, I
would hear it. I'm assuming now if there's young spotches, there's mamas and diabetes out there. If I'm the only human being they're going to come to sit. That's my assumption at this point. Stay tuned for more sasquatch Otasy. We'll be right back after these messages. Well, I have a cup of coffee, a couple of cuffs in back, have a little bit of dinner. Tring to eat much because I'm inflated. Because of this, I didn't think, you know what, I'm gonna do something extra way of the
electrical devices I carry is what's called personal alarm. It's a hard plastic device that puts out about a sixty five descipol sirring when you pull the pin. There's no way to get the batteries out of it. Let's get a screwdriver to it. No way to turn it off unless you put the tin back in. I rig it up with a four pound testlight. Go all the way around my camp, the outside of the car, outside of my pop up, behind my tent in the bushes. Now hook it all up.
I lived in a flat in case of pine coner stickballs, and I hook it up to the fin. Okay, Now, anything approaching my camp site has to make noise in my text and perimeter, and that alarm has to go lost. I'm feeling a little bit better now that the rest of the group has gone. I now have my firearm out of my car. It's in my writing notes. Comes about nine o'clock the rain has started get a little bit heavier now. Every once in a while, if there was something
here to take you probably wouldn't have heard it because of the rain. Fitting the tent. I'm sitting in a chair. I hear some really heavy footprints and the gravel road on the other side of my car. This would be twelve to fifteen feeldway, but they're not by petal and you can hear a dragging. I know what that's down. I've heard it many times before.
That's a black bear. One of the other little tricks that I do is I grabbed the key bob for my car and I hit the alarm button before it the lights flashed, the alarm goes off, and you could hear all four piads running in the gravel running away. God successful, staring the bear away. Previous days during that expedition, we have had a BlackBerry camp twice. That's something else really expect. The other was coyotes, So hearing us
get a little bit later now it's about old ten eleven o'clock. Now I can hear a group of coyotes howling and making ruckus over by where that big massive circus thing was. They're rootings for draft fans and sniffing the ground. They're looking at the food. They're staying there, and I'm over here. I feel good. A little bit later, now rain's coming and going in waves, not too much wind. But out inside the lay down, I have my rifle underneath my pot. I have a like a bug white I
used for a night light with kill mosquitos whatever I lay down. Now it's about eleven thirty, almost mid night, and all of a sudden, the shriel of that personal alarm comes off. WHOA. I jump up, put my glasses on or have my rifle. I m stipped the top of the door and look out. I don't see anything there. I have like very dim led Christmas light style spring of lights around the interior portion of the pop up, so I have minimal light so I can at least see near my
tent. I see nothing out there, so I ends up to go all the way go out there. I have the rifle in hand, and there's the device just dangling. So I hold it up in the light and I put the thing in. The alarm goes off. Okay, so my assumption is to stick or a fine cone or a bird or something landed on the spring and pulled it out. I put a little bit more slack in the line and fare Okay, that's good. To go back in my tent. A couple of swings of water. I think my glass was off. About
a half hour later, started to get a little bit sleepy. Right here, the alarm go off again. I'm like, I got to do this, betters. What's goes through my mind? I'm blaming all this summer. So pick up my rifle. I got to stop out there and play this thing in again. Then I just rose and the hard back of my neck went up. The alarm turned itself off. Only way to turn that off I put. That made me cock the handle gable around and I left the
hammer, talked back and then ease it forward. A bird can't do that and art it bear or anything like that. Something with pretty hand stile posing thumbs has to be able to do that. I yell out, I'm armed. You don't need to eff around in my camp. Just go about your business. I'm yelling this side. I yell it out twice. Didn't hear anything moves at the tent door. I'm looking around this time with a high
powered flashlight. I see nothing there. In fact, the entire foot electronic personal alarm gone, just two ends of the fishing spring dangling in the wind, the hair still raised up my back, the hair in my arms standing straight up. I'm looking like, either this is a human being that intends doing harm to me, or this is a squad that wats me put that thing in there. And if that's the case, he must be twenty thirty feet away in the other side of the gravel road that goes down into that
utility cut out in the bushes. That's my assumpc. So I take my high powered light and let's know, it's an old light flashlight, and I'm shining in those bushes and I'm getting really tense. I've got my my rifle aimed at discovery. I'm doing a three sixty. I don't see anything there. The rain is dismissing anything on the grounds. That's nothing like that's possible to see. Okay, calm down, I'm lower the hammer down on the rifle. Set on my chair, get down the other alarm. I'll hook
it up this time. I bunge it to a tree. I say, okay, here we go. Let's see this game we're gonna play. I go back in my tent. I keep my rifle on the cop with me young days in the win course, leaping with your rifle. And here's what's odd. And later this became pretty important, but not at the time. It didn't seem that way. As soon as I laid down and my head hit the pillow, within five or six minutes, I passed out. Woke up about twenty minutes of course sun rise. I could hear coyotes off in
the distance, hollowing and yipping at one another and yelling. The rain had stopped, and I didn't hear. Moved me out by the front of the door of my three four feet away. I could actually hear it. Here's my rifles right next to me. I never took my shoes off. I still got my coat on. I yell out again, I'm armed soft with me. I unslipped the tent door just about six inches, and the picnic table that I had tilted up on its head where the bench pet was on
the ground was now back on all four. There was a coyote standing on top of the picnic table, just staring at five nast six feet away, like he was the friendliest determined shepherd in the world. He just staring at yelled at him so away, and he took off. The weather front had gone through, and now we're in the mountains, so there's this sense bog. You can't see more than twenty five thirty feet. I could not see
the other side of the gravel road to my left. So I noticed that my m cans that were stacked free high, my toasts were stacked free high. There just lays out cats relief. Picnic table is on with back and all fours. My string of light had gone dead. I'm plugged from the battery. The first electronic alarm will still catch the tree. The fishing string haveing been snapped. Okay, so i can't see too far, and I'm
doing a three sixty with my rifle. It's getting lighter and lighter. I'm stick in my head trying to get the flag out of my head as well. I don't hear anything moving near me, so unfold the chair. I light up the fire. My four face go start eating water for coffee and for oatmeal. Go in the tent, diet my book out, start writing all this down. I lay the rifle next. I don't go where without
that rifle. But I'm just sitting there. I'm coming down thinking my coffee, had a couple of packs of oatmeal, and I hear the loudest three branch break I've ever heard, sound like a four to ten shotgun. It's over there by that circus tent. My team was my dear friend who was the expedition leader. She read to this thing. My fear is that she's gonna get charged with some kind of damage to it. And I want to go there, inspect it right away, take pictures if I have to.
But you want to get charged with damage, and that part of the reason why I was there, And so I go. I grab my rifle. I go walking through the fog over there. It's about one hundred and twenty five yards and I get about fifty feet from the circus tent and I see where the branch was on this tree. It was about eight nine feet up in the air, sixty inches in diameter, and it was snapped cleanly off the tree. It wasn't. So I went through nothing. It was a
clean break. And at that point again the hair went back up on my neck, my arms, and I just thought I was being set up. I felt like it was the ambush, felt like I was twenty one years old and we're walking into an ambush. I turned around. There's nothing wrong with the tent. It's safe, and I go back to my tent. I go, okay, this is enough. I'm going to get my stuff packed. I'm gonna drive my carpet the gate, wait for the rental company to come, and then I'm out here. That was my plan. I
go back to my tent. I looked at my notebook, which was right a green writ ing notebook. Here's my coffee, and I'm looking for my tennis yellow plastic ten that a friend had given me. That we touched the tips of the paper. It lights up so that you can take notes in the dog. So I found my nat book, bought my pens dog.
I'm chicking my pocket underneath the table. I'm looking everywhere. A good friend of mine gave me that, so I say, okay, so I get another one and I'm running down the experience with broken tree branch and this is what happened. Meanwhile, the fog is lifting the rain stole and there's even a little bit of fun coming out. And you know what, finish a coffee. Let's get this packed up. So it takes me about an hour or so pack up everything, did it in the car. Now I'm relived,
relaxed. I'm doing this all the meat while with my rifles flung over my shoulder in my neck a costly. You know what, there's still a lot of beautiful red oak over there. I'm going to go take some of that home. I got room to put a good dozen or so pieces in there. So I go walking over with my wagon. It's last thing that does. Nickas plunge me to the top of the car and I walk over there. I'm about to sit down on the picted table, and there's my yellow pad. I said, nope, I'm out of here. I've been
played. I've been manipulated the entire time. They're just having fun with me. I know, for stepped me up to walk into an ambush to hurt me. I don't know. I left the wood, I grabbed the wagon. I walked very briskly to my car. I didn't even bunge it down. I put it upside down on the top in between the rails of the roof, rack picked the wifle across my shoulder, said it in the front seat with me, got my car and left. I went up to the gate, unlocked the gate, left the key in the lock, just left
it open, and I just left. I took pictures of the circus tent, make sure there was no damage. I left. I went about a whole about a mile down the road where you have cell phone reception, and I called in to the leader especially say the test mid the rental company starts here, but I gotta go. I gotta go. I feel that I'm a danged and I left. That was the end of that. I think there's a lot of people that probably don't listen to that gut instinct when something
like that, it's telling them to get the hell out of dodge. I think when it comes down to these things, I think they're just like human beings. I think they have personalities. I think there are good ones and bad ones, and I think there are some people that probably don't listen to that gut instinct and they go missing. These are not the friendly friends in the forest. They're obviously higher in the order, and I buy a lot
of foldure and they're higher than the range tangs from champion zees. They're not quite human. They're in that ninety nine point nine nine nine percentile, but they're not human. These are animals that live in the forest and survive on what they find. They're probably hunter gatherers. If left alone, you have given an opportunity, and they're hungry enough in the right situation. Who knows
what that happened. I think the fact that I kept that rifle with me close to me at all times was any distinguishing feature about them, and the fact that I was bigger than some that I saw. I think that all was a credit to me leaving there now after this, a week later, I write a very detailed report I submitted to the resolution leader, and she
shares with everyone that was there. Because that report was shared with everyone that was in the extradition says by the way, law enforcement was called Saturday night, that's the night before my experience and law enforcement the Shares's Department actually came out because they had multitude of reports by people in motor homes and sleeping in trucks or cars. Whatever on an extremely tall, large dark figure trying to open car doors and touching and banging on the side of our beat. She
had not shared that with anyone until after I issued my report. Now, previously I said there was some very significant that had happened when I laid down
and I instantly fell asleep, almost passed out. I participate in a PTSD group from a military experience and talking to the psychiatrist psychologist, I've had a couple of experiences now after the fact where I can just be sitting on the edge of my bed or sitting at home, and I could be in that twilight zone of almost falling asleep, and this feels like something's grabbing my arm or my high actually feels something grabbing. That psychologist's opinion is that probably happened
after I passed out. My mind blocked it out as a form of dissociation when I relaxed and getting that twidlight zone almost being asleep. I actually relive it as a form of freeps going out would be Northern Georgia. We were on private property, so I as an invite I can't disclose the location.
On the hilltop, I was with five other people about midnight, got a strong thermal hit looking downs flow at about seventy five eighties feet squatch looking up over a log, looking uphill at us, or looking over a log, actually the outline of shoulders to handle, et cetera. And the person that's sitting to my right, who's directly we meet and a spot, all of a sudden falls to his knees out of the chair, is grabbing one side of his head trying not to vomit, and he's yelling, oh crap.
I think I bes that his iused to come dilated. One of the people with us is a nurse. He's immediately on top of it. Just by coincidence the trip before this, I now carry different e what fronic here with me. I carry an EMR meter. I carry an EMF meter. I measure different electromagnetic radiation, electromachnimic forces when we're out on expedition, just record when I get, when anything happens, what predicated. That was the first
in my life I've ever seen forbs. I'm a meteorologist and a geologist. I'm a scientist, and I can figure or I can't explain those. But the guy to my right, he's going to one knee and the spot stands up and takes off. I'm trying to follow him through the throes, through the commotion of the nurse helping the guy next to me, and I lose him in the woods. He's just grabbing his head, loud buzzing, and
he's right to vomit. The nurse starts streaming him for Shaw, gets some lay down, puts a blanket over him, a small little hyping pact under his head, and all respect to my friend. However, in a scientific manner, I recorded and micro tesla's the course of whatever touched him. I recorded teach the seventy two microtesla and electromagnetic energy that occurred. I also recorded, in what analyzedory theerry a sound waveling that lasted are possibly eight seconds.
That was incredible data. Nothing affected me. I only involved it is I had to spot it with clear large enough that even at that distance you could hear and feel the thud of a running and feeling. I think that thud which tells me that the y'all are just tells me we're a pretty solid bedrock and is transmitted to the earth. That was the next thing helter I had. I've always been fascinated with the infrasound theory that these things have the ability
to somehow emit things that are causing physical reactions in people. Honestly, I've always just chalked it up to people misidentifying, misunderstanding their physiological responses to stress adrenaline in those kind of situations. But you've had that a couple of times yourself, and you've witnessed it, and you actually documented changes in the data. What do you think about that? Do you think it's actually an infra
CLL that's causing that? Let me re expamine what the evidence does that there was no aircraft flying nearest, no helicopters, no radio towers, still steal palace. I investigated all that, so there's no one operating or shortwave radio transmitting with a shortwave braid the next list. There were no microwaves being operated. The data collected is genuine. My quick down the experience that the physical response of this person next to me was in line was spotting that entity.
Did the entity create it? If my hypothesis is that it did. However, once he failed the one knee, you would think that it would then continue to me or how is it that this only just one person could be affected. I can't explain that the science state of collected says that something in the five to seven point two hurt range was experienced. They had that pika tesla, a matter of electromagnetic radiation or force was displayed. That's what happened.
Now on future expeditions, I can pretty much with about ninety percent degree of actors the Hopkins pick up because whenever I go out, I keep all these electronic efitment around me, and I'm monitoring all these different pieces, including fuller, and when we start hearing footsteps or heavy footballs at a distance, ninety percent of the time there is a reaction in the ef meter. In
the EMR, there is a reaction. Now, on two other times I've recorded sound in that five to eight cursed range, but no one was injured. No one actually had a physical chance to it. But I did record depth step. No, I can't explain that it's not running hypothesis, so it's still a work in progress. I do record all the EMR data, I record the sound data. I keep an accurate log when I go and
expeditions. Now I encourage others to bring at least the EMF meter that gives you a permanent phrase of highs and lows and correlate that when you hear footballs, if you see stuffing, what was it at the time of observation. I try to get others to do that. I haven't meant to be successful yet, so right now it's only me doing. The last episode I had
of encounter was again in Tennessee private property. I can't share where it was, sitting in a circle, pretty windy, but we're still getting footballs different locations around us. However, I tind something new, and that was I had stepped through a lecture from an offer from Washington who is a retired veterinarian, and he talked to us about pheromones and hormones in the environment. Watch was being primates probably react to that, and that other ex fairness had been
done with primates in the wild with pheromones. I eat hormones because of some of the medical treatment I'm receiving. I have female estrogen passes with me. So I thought I would buy a little farm. We got that night. It's a little windy. We're still hearing footfalls around us at fifty to one hundred feet away, so I get up and I take two of these patches and I rub them all over some leaves over by the cars. Didn't we see would happen while we were there? The whole group of five were there,
not a whole lot half. So around one in the morning we decided to pack it up, but two people decided to stay back because you don't go out by yourself. Then it moved too. I recommend three. Side note, the reason why you should be in groups of three is that someone gets hurt, someone to attend the injured, and someone to go to get help. That's why I always recurage groups three. But anyhow, we all leave and around four in the morning the two came back. They were all
excited. They had two silhouettes passed clean their vehicles in the area where I had neared the hormones on the leaves, and that bryant where I had took the hormones and broke off the tree. I thought that was to get test results of myself. I haven't had a chance to duplicate that yet, so after thinking about it and talking with that guest speaker, I've reached out and talked to him. He recommended that it may not be the best thing to
do in the world to recreate that. When you put out female pheromones, it could get these young males so excited that it could be perpetually humpful. They experienced that with baboons, guerrillas, chimpanzees. They'll actually go vitalent and attack one another. Females will literally rip each ovel apart all over because they smell a fem them. So I may not recreate that same experiment. Again, absolutely amazing stuff. I love the scientific approach. I love how you're
approaching the subject. In general. That scientific approach is what I think we really need to push the ball down the field. It's not just going out and beaten on trees and yelling and screaming in the woods. I think that's what it really takes. I totally agree. I do not encourage doing articles the route free knocking. I do not encourage any of that. If you're out in the forest, they know you're there. You don't need to they know you're there. I don't leave gifts. I don't believe in gifting.
That's like gifting a coyote or a fox. Noah just encourages them to come closer and if you don't give them something, what happens. Maybe they'll get violent if you don't give them anything. So I don't encourage that. However, quite similar to the doctor Jan Goodall and others, I encourage documenting our experiences and I encourage recording these observations. Though that fuinly credited people who have
much better understanding than I do on animal behavior. Primate behavior can make a better destination of what's going on. These are living, breathing entities, bipeedle primates somehow got lost on the tree, and they've been here for a great period of time. As a geologist looking back at geological history, they've been here, I feel a lot longer than the first indigenous people were here. There were probably here one to two million years before they even showed up.
They've adapted. There are a small populations group. I got to remember that there was a point in time where the Isthmus of Panama was totally underwater. Eighty two hundred feet Warna was underwater, so it would have made North America isolated islands. And it was that way for a long period of time. So we had glacial melt and two levels rows, and then you had another ice age, which has been many of them, and then additional tomost staty
hobo statety has come across and come into North America. In my studies, I've come across a few observations. The one is that hunting technique that I've served and others observed that one night. Where did they learn that from? That's the same hunting technique that early early man used the masadons the grounds loss long longhorn buffalo, et cetera, where they would chase them done an extremely
high slope or off the cliff as a manner of killing them. This is the same thing driving your prey into the leading arms of helping to kill them. It makes you wonder. You don't see a whole lot of reports of that in the Asian stuffs in India and trying to Africa, you don't get a whole lot of notice of that. But you do get that with early American indigenous peoples here in North America. So it begs the question who learned
it from who? Second observation, nowhere else do we see teachings the plains Indian space. A lot of other North American indigenous people's made teaches make it in China and make it in the steps of Mongolia. They didn't make it in the jungles of Vietnam or anywhere else. They only made them. Here we see six fructures. Some of them resemble a freend that a form of pep. So I asked question number two, who learned what from whom?
And then the third question and steps walks, having a setnel, putting out one lone person on a high observation point, and watching a valley, watching an area to give the alert. North American Indians did this most signals yelling, screaming, hitting a tree, hitting a drum, blocking loss. You have to ask questions who learned this from whom? That's a couple observations for my studies, and I guess the ultimate question is why should we be concerned
about this primate? Why can't we just walk away from this? Here's a couple of good things to consider. One, here's a primate that walks among us that we don't find falling on the side of the highway dead with answer, we don't find these primates wandering along of a walmut parking lot with alls, fire or dementia. We don't find dead and bloated taskquatches dead from diabetes? Why is that? So we can say that there are plan members drag
them away, But what if they're not affected by those diseeses? Just a question that things worthwhile answer. Trying to figured out the answer to you, Is there something in their diet or genome, something in their DNA that precludes them answer all dementia diabetes? Is there something there? Knowing what they can meet it in the wild. How come we don't see them stick and dead with oliver ricinus, all these two things we don't see that we don't find
it. That's why I asked these questions. That's why I continue this research because I think there's something valuable learn here. I definitely love your approach to the research. Thank you so much for coming on the show and sharing your experiences. I've had a blast talking to you. You're very welcome. Don't be afraid that they'll reach out to me again. I'm on expeditions a half
dozen or more times a year, still picking notes, taking measurements. Maybe one day I could write a cohiece of paper, perhaps and submitted for peer review, like only good science that should do. You Just don't jump up and write a book, You submitted paper for peer review. That's what I heard. Any kind of feel fee to reach out to me, They say, you don't gotta go home, but you can't stay. I don't want to be step steps step still step child, this child, that child.
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