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. Sap, 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 Chraice, you better hello, get somebody out here when I'm out there. It's thought of a bitch of about tick forty nine. I don't know easy out there, Yep, I'm booking right. Hey. I've got a story to share that happened back in the early eighties when I was still an active duty shriff deputy.
It was something I'll never forget, and I think it's high time I shared it with others so that they might hear it and know that they're not alone. I've been listening to your show since the very beginning, and I appreciate your approach to the subject and the way that you treat the witnesses that come on to tell their stories. You being a former police officer is an added bonus for me. I know that you had to see some real shit as an Atlanta police officer, and I can tell that makes you a better
interviewer. I'm telling my story to you now only because you've earned my respect. So one day I get this call from this elderly couple who lived way out in the Boonies. They were all riled up because some chickens had gone missing from their coup and they had been hearing some strange noises night. Now, chickens go missing all the time, and there's always strange noises in the woods. But I figured I'd go check it out, just to be on the safe side. So I drive over to their place, and what do
I see. The coop was wide open, and it looked like someone or something with hands had broken the latch and opened it up. Now that was just the start of something really weird, because over the next few years, I found myself responding to calls at the same house time and time again. Now, as if the chicken heist wasn't enough, this couple starts discovering these massive footprints in their field. Now I saw these things a couple of times
myself. We're talking about human looking footprints that were over eighteen inches long. Shortly after they saw the first set of footprints, they started losing cows left and right. It was just like the cows were vanishing into thin air or something. I joked with my fellow deputies one time that I thought the cows were being taken by aliens, but it really was. They would just up and disappear like a fart in the one end. I honestly didn't pay it
much attention at first. I just thought the old couple might be seeing things or hearing things and just having a run of bad luck with the cows and the chickens, you know. But then one night I got a call with them saying that something was lurking around outside their house. They sounded terrified, so I hopped them up patrol car and I raced over there as fast as I could. When I pulled down into their driveway, I couldn't believe my
eyes. Right there in the headlights of my car stood a creature that I never thought i'd see in my lifetime. It was a sasquatch, a real life sasquatch. This thing was humongous. It was at least eight feet tall, and it was covered with hair from head to toe. This thing was standing between their house and this small outbuilding that covered up the head of the couple's well. This thing froze when my headlights hid it, and it looked
directly into my eyes. Those huge dark eyes, man, they pierced right through me. This thing looked at me for a couple of seconds, and then it turned around and bolted, and it moved faster than anything I'd ever seen move before. Before I could even get my car and park, it was gone. Now, let me tell you, seeing that sasquatch changed everything for me. I couldn't deny what I saw. I went from being a
skeptic to a true believer in just a matter of a few seconds. And now I feel like it's my duty to share my story with as many folks as possible. People need to know these things are out there wandering around in the shadows. So I'm here writing you now, hoping that my words will reach far and wide. I have no intentions of coming on the show. That's not what this is all about. This is simply about getting the story out there to as many people as possible that may be going through the same
thing that that old man and woman were going through. After seeing what I saw that night, I had to go into the house and tell them the truth. I wanted them to know this thing was around their house and it was probably what had taken their chickens and cows. I had a duty to serve and protect, and I know you can relate. I took that oath very seriously, even if I had to look like I'd lost my mind and
tell these folks I'd just seen bigfoot in their yard. They were kind and generous people, and they were obviously shocked when I told them what I saw. They said they appreciated me coming out so quickly, and that I'd been honest with them, even at the risk of somemon like I was crazy to be honest with you. I still don't know if they truly believed me when I told them I saw bigfoot in their yard. They never called me again
after that night. I would stop by and see them from time to time when I was on patrol, and I even ask them a couple of times if they had any more issues. They said they hadn't seen anything or heard anything strange, and that they hadn't lost any more animals. They both passed away just a few months apart that following year. After seeing what I saw
that night, I couldn't let it go. I retired in the late night, and after the Internet became more accessible, I started investigating every sasquatch siding and every encounter I could find, and boy, let me tell you, there were way more than I'd ever imagined. I reached out to other law enforcement officers, park rangers, and even civilian folks that had claimed to see these creatures. It turns out that my sasquatch encounter was the tip of the
iceberg. These reports were all over the country, from the dense forest and the Pacific Northwest to the remote swamps of Florida. Some claimed to have seen them lurking around their campsites, and others caught glimpses of massive forms dashing through the trees. It seemed like sasquatch sightings were happening more frequently than anybody realized. But I believe that most folks are too scared or too embarrassed to talk
about it. I started putting together my own file, collecting witness statements and any other evidence I could find. I even reached out to a few cryptozoologists and anthropologists who could maybe shed some light on these creatures. What I learned was fascinating, and it only added to the mystery. These sasquatches are bigfoot, as some people call them, at least from what I can gather, seem to be highly intelligent beings that possess a level of stealth and agility that's
allowed them to evade capture for centuries. Their masters of camouflage, and they blend in seamlessly with their surroundings. But what struck me the most was their elusiveness. They seemed to be experts at avoiding human contact, yet people including me, report seeing them all the time. As I got deeper into my research, I started uncovering ancient legends and folklore from different cultures around the world.
It turns out sasquatchlike creatures have been a part of human history for centuries. Native American tribes tell tales of encounters with tall, hairy beings that possessed supernatural powers and guarded the sacred lands. But what was their purpose? Why did they choose to reveal themselves to some and remain hidden from others? These kind of questions still haunt me to this day, and I'm still trying to piece together the puzzle. It is clear to me that something bigger is at
play here, and these things are way beyond our comprehension. I truly do believe that sasquatches are more than just a mythical creature and figments of our imagination. They are guardians of our natural world, protecting the balance between man and nature. But as our world and croaches further into their territories, these sasquatch
are being forced to retreat deeper into the wilderness. They're like ghosts vanishing before our very eyes as human civilization expands, and it's up to us to find a way to coexist and to respect their domain and preserve the fragile bond between our worlds. So Brian sasquatch are not just creatures of legend. They are
real sentient beings who deserve I respect and protection. And if by chance you come face to face with the sasquatch, just remember, I've been there too, So I'll continue my and I'll share my knowledge with anybody who's willing to listen. But I don't want any fame or fortune from it. I just want people to know that they exist. I know because I've seen one. In two thousand and six, there was a spat of bigfoot sightings in the
vicinity of Pine Ridge Native American Reservation in South Dakota. People began to call in with numerous reports of seeing a ten to fifteen foot tall brood of a beast stalking about the wilds with a hunchback, and in some cases even bizarrely reported wearing a stove pipe hat. The sightings flooded the reservation's law enforcement agency, the Oglala Siue Tribe Department of Public Safety. But among these, perhaps the most compelling is a report made by officers at the scene of such an
account. The report was made by an officer by the name of James Twist, who would tell the site crypto mundo. Hello, my name is James Twist. I am a police officer on the Pine Ridge Reservation. I am passing on information regarding the rash of sightings of a tall man or bigfoot on the Pine Ridge Reservation. During one of these sidings, I had our department's thermal imaging camera and along with six officers, I did in fact pick up
a large heat signature on the camera. Unfortunately, we did not have a recorder yet for the camera, so we weren't able to record it. We did watch it as it moved away from us down a gully, but it was missed by the other officers as they tried to find it with their flashlights. It is hard to explain as it must have already been past the officers before they arrived on scene. We watched it go into a creek area which runs through town. We heard a flurry of dogs barking, but wasn't able
to locate it. Also, to set the record straight, the first two sidings was called in as a ten to fifteen foot tall man who appeared to be wearing a stove top hat and a long coat. It was reported to have been peeking into apartment complex common rooms, where there were several witnesses. In twenty fifteen, there was a curious report making its rounds from police officers
in the state of Pennsylvania. According to a report on the site Crypto Sidings a police officer in McDade Park in Lakawana County, Pennsylvania, said that he was out on patrol when he noticed a looming, dark shade leaning over the roadway with a large hairy section, including a big hairy wrist an extremely muscular leg. The officer, who claims that he's an eighteen year veteran of the force, said of his outlandish encounter, I was driving on patrol in McDade
Park in Scranton, PA. It was late at night, and I was checking the park, making sure that it was okay, and I just noticed a very dark object leaning over the edge of the road near the pool. As I drove past, I passed extremely close to the object, close enough for me to feel shocked to see a hairy section as well as a muscled leg and a big hairy wrist in hand. As the creature turned, I screamed and grabbed for my cellphone to snap a picture while also grabbing for my
gun. I slammed on my brakes and I was ready to shoot. I'm combat trained and I have a weapon. I just had to see what the hell of this was. I wanted to see the entire thing for myself, but what can I say? Whatever it was for me was either a huge monkey or a bigfoot. I'm not going to go public with this because it would cost me my job. There's something in that park. I've heard stories
about something roaming around the park late at night. Interestingly, there is another police officer report from Pennsylvania in August of twenty seventeen, who on this evening, was driving along a road in a wooded location in southwestern section of Westmoreland County, PA, and he had a rather bonker's close encounter. As he made his way through the gloom of this remote place. He says that he noticed the odd detail of a slivery sheen of light ahead low to the ground.
As the officer approached, he then became startled, realizing that the light was emanating from a ball of light that seemed to be going just ahead of a decidedly bigfoot light creature. Researcher Stan Gordon would investigate this, and he says, of this off the wall account, the ball of light was actually ahead of a very strange being that looked to be about six feet tall or
larger. It was tall and almost skeleton thin. The officer was of the opinion that the creature when he first observed it, had been lying on its belly on the ground with its head facing towards the road. It then stood up facing the road. In that dark location. He saw the dull light glowing from the head, illuminating the upper section of the body of the creature. While the officer watched, the creature turned towards the right, the dull
illumination from the head lit up the shoulder area. The creature then turned and faced him, and then turned to the left and took off at an incredible rate of speed towards a location away from the road. As it moved off, the witness could see its arms swinging. The officer indicated that it took off at a speed that he could only call abnormal. It was faster than anything I'd ever seen. It was there, and then it was gone.
The officer assumed that the creature moved on two legs. However, he couldn't see the lower sections of the body in the dark. The officer described what he saw as standing around six feet tall or taller. He said the head was about eight to ten inches in diameter and shaped like a ball. He said that the head was just a ball of light, possibly egg shaped but still pretty round. The light that was being emitted was a dull white.
The light illuminated to the shoulders, to the top of the chest, and a section of the arms, but he wasn't able to see the hands. The waist appeared to be small, but the arms were abnormally long. The long limbs also looked skeletal, with no muscle mass. The skin tone of the body appeared to be a dull grayish blue. The officer said that he was unable to see any facial details. The entire experience only lasted about ten seconds. The officer was confused about what he had saw and how it could
move so fast. He pulled his patrol vehicle to the location where the creature had been seen standing and turned on the vehicle spotlight. It looked around the area but saw no evidence on the ground. After the experience, the officer continued to try to make sense of what he had seen, but he couldn't figure it out. I was contacted soon after the incident, and we later discussed the incident in detail. What in the world is going on here?
Finally, we have a report from the BFRO that allegedly happened as recently as July of twenty nineteen in the state of Wisconsin. The witness is apparently a respected retired law enforcement veteran who was out driving with his sister and his brother near Tripoli, Wisconsin, when they had a brush with the truly bizarre. The witness says, the day was clear and cool. We were traveling approximately
ten to fifteen miles an hour in my Chevy Suburban. I was looking out across the clearing when I saw a large, reddish brown upright figure moving along the tree line in the distance. It was too large to be a deer, and it didn't have the proper height or gate to be a bear. It had no muzzle or neck, and the smaller trees moved aside like it
was pushing its way out into the woods. Reports like these are truly intriguing in the way that they come from actual law enforcement personnel, whom we wouldn't
expect to be making up things or telling tall tales. In addition, police officers are typically thought to have better than average perception skills and eyes for detail, so whenever one makes an outlanders report of seeing something like this, it is enough to make one pause and think it's impossible to know if any of these have any more merit than any of the other reports of the same kind, And in the end we're all left to speculate and ponder such odd accounts
from these supposedly traditionally reliable witnesses. Is there anything to it at all? Do police officers count as better than average or more reliable witnesses. I leave that for you to decide, and stay tuned for more sasquatch oat to see.
We'll be right back. After these messages, Michael and his team of bigfoot investigators entered into an area of the Sierras in which there had been substantial bigfoot activity in the past, actions in the form of wood knox howls, branch snapping, and the like, but no formal sightings of the physical creature. They had a four person team that night, equipped with night vision, infrared, and sound detection equipment. They were loaded for bear that night.
Should they see a bigfoot, they would be ready. Two of the men in their team were about fifty yards away from Michael and another team member named Sammy at around three am when the men were startled by a loud crunch breaking the silence where they were standing. Sammy and Michael turned immediately after hearing the sound coming from their left, just in time to catch a bigfoot that appeared to be standing up from where he had been sitting on a downed tree.
Michael was able to get to his infrared and he saw the signature in the size of this massive being. But after only a few seconds, the beast bolted and ran into the trees at a ridiction Illis rate of speed, and it was gone. Immediately. They were on the radio reporting to the other
members what had happened, summoning them to the area right away. The other members of the team were there in minutes, and they were standing shoulder to shoulder surveying the dark forest, looking and listening with their equipment, but seeing and hearing nothing. But then all of a sudden, the whole forest in front of about a two hundred foot wide section lit up with blue light. It looked like twenty cars lined up in a row with really bright blue headlights.
There was no sound, just the light. It was so creepy that Michael's hair stood up on the end. All the men were really scared, but it didn't stop there. Suddenly figures started appearing from within the blue lights. There were several of them, and they started moving slowly into the woods. They all moved together in unison, and they stopped in the same spot, with the blue light light outlining their shapes. Each figure looked like a
Bigfoot, but they were slightly different in size. They all had cone shaped heads, long arms, and huge bent shoulders. The men were frozen. They couldn't speak or move. Michael felt like he was stuck in place, not scared, but just fascinated in a strange way. It was like a standoff with no one moving. All of a sudden, white orbs of light started appearing coming out of the blue lights. They started moving around the trees
near the bigfoot creatures, but all was silent. They couldn't understand how the lights were there, because there was no way someone could have put them there. The forest was filled with nothing but tall trees for miles and miles. Eventually, the orbs went back into the blue light and everything went black. No one said anything, not even Michael. He started wondering if he was alone and if all this was just a dream. He thought maybe that he'd
never even gone into the forest with his friends. Then Sammy started groaning and throwing up, which quickly brought everybody back to reality. They realized they had dropped their equipment on the ground, and they started looking around while taking care of Sammy. They didn't talk about what happened to them until days later because it was just so hard for them to believe. Tasmania, Australia, Summer of twenty twenty one, the witness Tyson, had a seriously strange encounter.
He was staying in a cozy little cottage owned by his boss, surrounded by the beautiful forest near the Batman Bridge. One night, after finishing his supper, Tyson went to bed, laying on his right side facing the window, but something woke him up suddenly. When he opened his eyes, he saw a small gray alien standing right beside the window staring at him. To make matters even weirder, Tyson noticed that he couldn't move and the gray alien had
some sort of mind control power over him. Eventually, Tyson drifted back to sleep. The next thing he remembers was waking up under a tree in his yard. He felt dizzy and groggy, as though he had been drugged, and he was only wearing his underwear. But how did he get there. As Tyson tried to make sense of it all, two familiar faces appeared in his yard. One was a coworker and the other was his partner, even
though they had split up some time ago. Tyson found it odd that they were both there in the middle of the night, and to make things even stranger, everything around Tyson seemed hazy, like static on a television screen. As he looked at his coworker, Tyson realized that it wasn't really his coworker at all, but it was some sort of illusion created by something or somewhat.
It felt like the illusion was trying to stop Tyson from entering his own house, but he managed to push past it and head towards the back door. Out of nowhere, a gigantic, hexagon shaped spaceship appeared from the east. It split into two parts, with one landing in the yard and the other hovering higher up in the sky. The spaceship had bright lights that terrified Tyson. He sprinted towards the glass door and rushed inside of his house,
but as soon as he crossed the threshold, everything went silent. No noise, no spaceship, no strange people, just darkness and quietness. Tyson was left wondering had it all been a dream. He thought maybe that he had sleep walked outside like he did sometimes, and he felt a bit tipsy, even though he hadn't been drinking that night. He checked the yard and everything said to be calm, so he went back to bed and fell back to sleep. When he woke up, Tyson felt an intense heaviness in the room.
He opened his eyes and realized that he was floating six inches from the ceiling. It was like something out of a sci fi movie. As Tyson regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a chrome bench. He was still lying on his right side, and standing right there beside him was another non human creature that looked just like the stereotypical gray alien. Tyson sensed that the
gray's job was to keep him paralyzed using its mind. They were in a white room and there were three other beings present, all dressed in white trench coats or lab coats. One of them seemed to be the leader, with some kind of emblem on his shoulder. He overheard a faint conversation between the Leader and the grays keeping him paralyzed. At one point, the leader said something like this is my favorite part, or this is the best part.
Strangely enough, that caused the gray to lose focus on Tyson, and he had a brief moment of movement. When he looked back, he saw the beings doing some kind of operation on his legs. They even inserted something large into his thigh, and after that he couldn't remember anything else. Tyson woke up at around four am and walked into the kitchen to find his sliding glass door standing slightly open. That was strange because he had always made sure to
lock it. It confirmed to Tyson that his experience was real. He went to work at six o'clock that morning and immediately told his coworker Rick, all about what had happened. Rick was so intrigued that he invited Tyson to come over after work for a beer to share more details. Tyson agreed, and they stayed up late drinking and talking. Tyson ended up crashing on Rick's couchs
that night. Guess what, the same eerie thing happened again. Tyson woke up in the middle of the night to find an alien standing right there in the middle of the living room, but this time Rick walked in at that exact moment, looking for a late night drink. Unfortunately, for Rick, he missed seeing the alien because it vanished into thin hair. Tyson never saw that being again, but in the months that followed the incident, he started
having trouble with his legs, which he had never had before. Tyson described the creatures he encountered as the typical grays you would see in the movies. They had weird shaped heads and big black eyes and a small slit for a mouth, and their skin was a blue green color, and he said they
stood about four to five feet tall. Writing in to share the story that my grandpa used to tell me, My mom has always said that he was only kidding around with his grandkids, but my grandpa never once admitted to it. He always seen imed serious, and he never was much of a jokester. He was a kind and patient man, but more on the serious side. I never remember him telling any jokes or being sarcastic in any way.
That's why I've always believed his story. My grandparents lived on a three hundred plus acre farm in central Mississippi. They raised cattle, hogs, and chickens. My grandma and grandpa cooked easily The best breakfast I've ever eaten on that farm. That's one thing I'll never forget about him. When it came time to cook breakfast, he was always right there in the kitchen next to Grandma. Back in those days, it wasn't common for the man to cook,
but he really enjoyed breakfast food. And he always bragged that he made the best scrambled eggs in the world. Let me tell you they were pretty damn good. That's a life lesson I've taken from him. I'm now the father of three kids, all under ten, and every weekend I cooked breakfast for my family. I think my grandpa would be proud of my eggs, even though I put cheese in mine, and he never did. If he knew that, he'd probably roll over in his grave. I learned so much from
my grandpa. My dad took off when I was a boy. I don't even remember him, that's how young I was when he left. Needless to say, my grandpa stepped up and he's the one who taught me how to be a man. I'm telling you all this to give you an idea of what kind of man he was. And he was absolutely a man of integrity, but Anyway, let's get to his story. Granted, this is his story, but it was told to me so many times, and I know it so well I feel like I can do it justice. Grandpa told me
that when he was a little boy, he met Harry. I remember him saying that he wished he had came up with a better name for him, but he was young and Harry seemed to like it, so it stuck. He said he was around ten or eleven years old when he was out picking blackberries. One day his dad sold vegetables off the farm, same farm that he and grandma lived on until the day they left us. The property was still in the family up until twenty years ago when it was sold off.
That's a tragic story in and of itself, but way too much to get into here, but needless to say, the family was upset to see it go. It's now a subdivision full of many mansions as I call them. Anyway, as I was saying, he was picking blackberries for his father. They would sell the berries along with homegrown tomatoes, cucumbers, oak or a squash, and a few other things. To hear, it told my Grandpa could grow just about anything, but he was picking these berries, and he
didn't realize how far from the house that he had gotten. He had never been that far out by himself, and he was afraid that he was going to get his butt tore up by his daddy when he found out that he was that far out. His daddy had always told him never to go in those woods on that side of the property. He had always wondered why, but the only answer he ever got was that he had no business being back there and that it wasn't safe. And that day he finally found out why
nobody ever went back there. When he realized that he he was too far out, he started back and at that very second, he got pilted in his lower back, just above his butt, he said. He let out a holler and jumped up and turned around to look. He looked down and saw a rock that he described being as big as a golf ball. He said he actually started to cry because it hurt like hell. He was just a young fella, after all. He stood there, rubbing his back,
trying to figure out exactly what happened. That's when Harry stepped out from behind a tree and my grandpa laid eyes on him for the first time. Grandpa said, he just froze. He couldn't speak, he couldn't move, He just stood there, completely in awe. He said, Harry just stood there looking at him. He was only about twenty feet away, and he could hear the breathing that was coming from this giant beast that stood in front of
him. He said, it was probably just a few seconds when Harry let out this loud, grunt, growl type noise that snapped him out of the fear he was frozen in, and he took off running towards the house. He made it all the way back to the front yard when he realized that he had dropped his basket of berries. Now he was really going to get it. Those berries had already been sold for a pre order on a cobbler
that his mom was supposed to make the very next day. There was no way in the world he was going to go back out there, though, and get more berries. He made the decision then and there that he was never going back in those woods again. Grandpa went into the house to gather himself. He told his mamma that some hornets had got after him, and that's why he was all dirty and his jeans were ripped and he had no
berries to show for his efforts. He said. He could tell that she didn't believe him, but she didn't push him on it for some reason. His mom was one thing, but his dad was another. All he could think about was how much trouble he was going to be in when his father
got home and he didn't have any berries picked. Add to that that he would inevitably have to tell his dad where the basket was, and he was going to find out and see exactly how far he had actually gone into those woods, or even worse yet, his dad would make him go back out there and get the basket after he tore his rear end of But there was no way he was going to be able to make himself go back out there, he said. Honestly, he thought about just running away, he said.
After about thirty minutes, he worked up enough nerve to go back outside. He didn't have any plan at all. He just wanted to disappear. But when he got outside, though, he was shocked. He couldn't believe his eyes. He said. Of just a little ways at the edge of the woodline was his basket of berries. He didn't know what to think, he said, that he had only managed to pick about half a basket of berries, and when he turned to run towards the house, he spilled all
of those. But as he made his way closer to the woodline and closer to the basket, he couldn't believe what he was looking at. Not only was this his very same basket, but it was overflowing with blackberries. How on earth could this be? He grabbed the basket and ran back to the house. It wasn't ten minutes later his Daddy made his way back home. His rear end was safe after all. He always said that it was the damnedest thing. But after that moment, the fear he had of what he
saw that day was gone. He went and gathered up some fresh eggs and put them in an old pail and took them out just inside the woodline. When he came back the next morning, the eggs were gone and there was a turkey feather left in their place. He said after that, almost every day he would take stuff out to the woodline and yell out here you go, Harry, and every once in a while he would get a grunt in return. This went on for several years. Grandpa said he saw Harry just
one more time after that, but he knew he was there watching. Every time he would leave something for Harry. Harry would leave something in return from my grandfather. One day, though it just stopped. He would leave the gifts at the woodline, but they weren't taken. He said. It was about fifteen when this stopped, and he was heartbroken. He said his mom
and daddy could tell something was wrong. One day, his daddy set him down and told him this was just part of life, that he knew what he had been doing for the past few years, and that when he was a boy, he saw one too, and his father would talk to them in Cherokee. Needless to say, he was shocked. He had no idea that his daddy knew what was going on, and that his own grandfather had
actually had a relationship with them as well. He said that after they had that talk, he became much closer with his father, and from time to time they would go out and leave things at the woodline together. Some of the things would be eaten by something, but no gift was ever left again. I know this is a lot to take in, and I've heard many people share what they've experienced with these things, but I can tell you I don't give a single shit if anybody believes this. I knew my grandpa.
I know what kind of man he was. This had to have happened. My grandpa had a Sasquatch friend named Harry. I love all the podcasts, Brian. Keep up the great work built