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become a member there and help support the show. I got sit down and talk to Jeff. Jeff was on several months back. He came on and shared the interesting encounter that he had as a kid back in the seventies with what he calls a white sasquatch right here in my home state of North Carolina.
Jeff reached out contacted us said he wanted to come back on and share some more details about what happened back in the seventies with this white sasquatch, and he had a very interesting encounter here in the Yuori National Forest recently while out biking on the trails there. So I'll let Jeff tell you all about that in just a second, really quickly. If you haven't already done so, particularly on Apple podcast and Spotify, if you haven't rated and reviewed the
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All this left for you to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. I want to welcome our guests back to the show. It is Jeff from North Carolina. Welcome back to the show man. Hey Brian, good to be here. I'm glad to have you. The last time you were here you shared some experiences that happened way back in the seventies, including the white Sasquatch, which everybody was enamored with, including myself. Because we don't hear a ton of those stories, I know there's a follow
up here. We're going to talk a little bit about what happened after those sidings. So why don't you just take us back to where you were, what you were doing, and what happened to you. Okay, I think where we ended on the last one with the white one was where he let him go with the tree across the railroad road to the side of the road that me and my friends were, stepped over a cow pastor fence and just casually walked away to the far end of the cow pasture in the still hurry
moonlight, and disappeared at the far end of the pasture. At that point, me and my friend were still standing in the yard. Once he disappeared, we looked at each other decided what to do. I wanted to following to see where he went. My friends seen the same way, but we were all very hesitant. I think we all took a couple steps forward, and then I was the first one to say wait a minute, This might not be a good idea if he realizes that we're following him and he turns
around. So I think we're all in agreement that hey, let's just go home and sleep on it and see if it's a still reality tomorrow morning. When I wake up, I went home. I was in my friend Mike's yard at the end of our street. He was pretty scared, and I think he was the youngest one. He ran up to his front porch where the porch wipe was still on, and we followed him up there and I asked him, I said, what do you want to do? He does, I'm going to inside. He just opened the door and he was gone.
So there's three of us out there. What do y'all want to do? We're going home. Everyone went home. I lived the farthest up the street. I was nervous walking home, wondering if I would see him again. I didn't really think I would because we were at opposite directions. Long story short, I got home. My mom was sitting up and I told her I said, hey, I'm going to bed, and just walked into my room, shut the door, and went to bed. The strange thing
that happened. After that, I wanted to just go to bed, close my eyes, get a good night's sleep, and forget about it. Wake up tomorrow morning and see if I remembered it the way that it appeared, and just play in my ear. It was a lot to take the ind and I just wanted to give a good night's sleep. As soon as I got in bed, turned the light fell, I laying down and closed my
eyes. Immediately. It was a huge shock to me. As soon as I closed my eyes, It's like a video started playing in my head of what I saw around to saw him shaking the tree as it was happening. That's where my mind picked up as something as like closed my eyes, I could see him shaking the tree again, standing you know, twenty feet away from me, and I sat straight up in bed, opened my eyes and I was like, what is this? What's going on? Right? I
couldn't understand why that was happening. That was the last thing that I'm going to see. I laid back down, closed my eyes again, tried to forget about it, and the video picked up exactly in the same spot. Long story, short decades later, and I've only started talking about this in the last maybe seven or eight years, And the more I talk about it,
the more I learn what I was going through. As I was going through it, it really had no clue what was happening or why, as far as what my mind was doing trying to cope with what it saw. A lot of people say, yeah, you're dealing with post traumatic stress syndrome, like reliving a traumatic event, trying to understand what's going on. And of course at that time, I've never heard of that, had no idea what it was. I didn't even hear of that until maybe twenty years later.
I didn't know what was going on. But for three weeks, every night I went to bed, this video would play in my head as and as I lay down and closed my eyes, I couldn't make it stop. It always started right where I turned around and saw him shaking the tree. I saw him let go over the tree, walk across the road, step over the cow pasture fence, disappear into the moonlight, and then the video would start over. It would play constantly until I fell asleep. You've heard
of people counting sheep until they fall asleep. I was watching this video until I fell asleep, and I couldn't control it. I kept trying to make it stop so I could just have an RM night sleep. The third night it started playing, and about halfway through I got to a point mentally where I can pulse it for a second and then it would start again. So to me, that was a huge stepping stone work. I felt like I was gaining control of it. Three or four and ice later I could pause
it in several spots. Finally got to a coin I think a week later, where I could stop it and just free frame it to any point that I wanted. I realized, you know what, this is actually a pretty cool tool to use to look at it. I could look at it anytime I wanted. By going to bed and just closing my eyes and stopping this
video, I could see detail that I couldn't see before. I was very careful to make sure that what my brain was showing me and what I'm seeing in my hand was accurate to what I actually saw when it happened, instead of my brain just making up something or changing it. Once I got to the point where I could pause it where I wanted to, I started examining. I could look at its head, its feet, its hands, a tree. Whatever my eyes saw when it happened. I couldn't zoom in on
it or anything. I couldn't change it. I could just freeze it and look at I couldn't see anything that would give it away as fake, as something different than what I thought it was when I first saw it. I think it was like I said, After three days, I could pause it. About a week later, I could pause it anywhere I wanted and then hit play in my brain and let it play again. I still couldn't make
it stop. After three weeks of this going on every night, I got to where I could just turn it off and get back to a normal might sweep, but I was still so interested in that I would turn it on and just look at certain portions of it that I was interested in it. I think it was the third week right after where I can he's turn it off. I realized where he was shaking the tree. He was facing the tree. His feet were parallel to each other. He didn't have one foot
in front of the other, like leaning into it. He didn't need to. He was strong enough, or he could just shake it with his hands. When he pulled the tree back to wing, his hands were right at his forehead level. All he was moving was says to his hands and just moving it back and forth. Nothing else on his body was moving. He was shaking the entire tree like this. When he pulled it back to him, his hands were right in front of his forehead and he would push it
away again, and of course the top of the tree was whipping. I paused it in one of those sections where he pulled it back to his forehead. That's where I had a huge revelation where I could see how long his arms were. I sat up in bed and I tried it myself. There was a little bit of gap in between hitting his elbows and his ribber cage. Where he had a hold of a tree like this, I could feel
a little bit of space in between his ribs and his elbows. And of course, when the human put your elbows out in front of you, your hands nactively comfortable about your chin. Right He had the same spacing right here, but his forearms were warm enough where his hands were way up here. If you put your hands in front of your forehead, your elbows are going to be way out in front of If your forearms were longer, do it right here, still have long enough core arms where your hands would be up
here. So his forearms were like this long, and that's where I sat up in bed. I was like, okay, this confirms more of what I thought it was instantly. This is not a human being. This is not someone in his suit. No one has arms this long. If it is someone in a suit and you still have control of your hands and strong enough to shake a tree like this, it's gonna be in the Guinness World Book of Records for probably the best eight suit out there back in the seventies.
So that was a big revelation, and that kind of encouraged me to keep looking at it and to make sure that I didn't change what I was seeing, because I didn't notice that while it was happening, but once I could freeze it and look at each almost individual frame, that's one of the things I noticed. I could see a little bit of his fingers grabbing the tree, not much until he let go of it. But about I said, three weeks total, I got to where I could stop it. Then
probably the next six month, and I can still do it today. I can pull up that video and it's still the same as it was back in the seventies. There's really no need for me to do that. I've got it memorized. But once I got past that point, that was, like I said, three weeks to six months down the road to get back to what we were. The point of this whole story, as that started on
the first night after I saw him. The very next morning, I went back down to Mike's house where we're laying hide and seek, knocked on his door. He told his brother of what had happened. His brother's name was Trump. Trump was a couple of years older than me, two or three years older than Mike. One of our other friends, David, was back down in mike shard at the next morning. Also because we all were trying
to figure out is this what we really saw? And we were comparing what we saw and where we saw it, and we all decided, me, Mike, Tripp, and David, let's walk across the gravel road to the tree, see if we can find the tree he was shaking. We were like in a line. I was far left, we had Mike Trip and David on my right, and we just started walking across the road and I was the only one who saw him shake the tree because he was right behind
me to begin with. So I went back to the exact same spot I was standing, walked across the road the first tree I looked at where I thought, I'm like, no, that doesn't look like the right one to me, and I backed up a little bit saw another one that may have been it, and I walked up to it, and it was the right color, the right type of tree. And I looked at the tree trying
to see if I could see anything. If I reached my arm as high as I could stood on my toes, I could reach something that looked like claw marks on the tree. I remember thinking to myself, do bigfoot or sass flush Do they have crawls? They didn't make sense. I didn't think they did. Nowadays, I know if they are a primate. Primates do not have clothes, but I've seen plenty of guerrilla pictures where they have sharp
cringer mills. But there was only three of them on one side of the tree facing me, and I was like, who knows how many fingers they have? I didn't know. So I looked at that and I told myself, all right, let's look on the other side of the tree and see if there's three more. I went really slowly, just preparing myself there's not going to be anything there, and maybe what we saw was all a hallucination.
I slowly looked around the other side of the tree, and there were three conworks on that side of the tree where each hand would be, and they were both coming down like this, towards where the creature was holding on to it or towards him. And again I was just blown away. I was like, Okay, what we saw was apparently real, and it's as real as we thought it was. But I still was confused. While there were cloneworks, and while they're only three on each side of the tree.
I put my hands around the tree, at least at my height, just to see how being the tree was. I could touch my thong was, but my metal fingers wouldn't quite touch. So it was probably that big, which is probably forty five in diameter, my opinion, is something easy enough for how well built he was to shake it the way he was shaking. I tried shaking it. I couldn't move it. And I've been trying my whole life when I go hiking or camping to find trees of the similar size
to see if I can shake them, and not very well. But I told them come here a little this tree. They all looked at it, and we was like, okay, cool, let's continue further in the woods. And for some reason, this section of the woods it always felt wrong. It always felt weird. Even friends that I know that lived on that street that didn't see what we saw that night, they told me beforehand,
before I ever saw this white one. And I asked one of my friends because we had bike trails on the other side of it, to the right, and I said, why don't we ever go in this section of the woods. One of my friends told me, he goes. It just feels weird. He goes, it feels wrong. And I was like, how do you know he goes. I went in there one time. I made it about in or twenty feet and it felt so wrong or weird either. I turned around and came back. I just left it that. I didn't
ask him any more questions. I was trying to understand what he was talking about. And I think probably a month or two later, I was down there myself, and the kind of person I am, I'm going to find out what's over there, or I'm going to see if it feels weird to me. So I walked in that section of the woods and I made it about the same distance. As soon as you get into that section, like ten steps, it just feels weird. Man. It doesn't feel like you're
being watched. It doesn't feel like something's evil there. It just feels like. My initial fault was if I keep going, it feels like I'm going to run into someone with a shotgun or like I'm trespassing. You know, I never thought of I'm going to run into a big foot. I just felt like, I keep going, it feels like I'm trespassing and it's going to be dangerous for me to continue. And the only thought that popped into my head was I might run into someone with a shotgun that I don't know
was back there. So I turned around and came back out. That next morning, as me and my friends found the tree, we progressed further past the tree. You know, we were walking in a line and we're all looking down on the ground as we're walking, trying to see if we saw anything. I think it was after we came back out, I found one footprint between where I was standing in on one side of the road and he was shaking the tree on the other side. At the on the edge of
a gravel road where all the leaves gather. They were wet and it didn't rain, but I think it was just moisture from being overnight. I found one footprint that looked like a footprint. I bent down to look at it and just stared at it until my eyes got adjusted to it, and the longer eye looked at it. It looks like a footprint. You could see toes, you could see a hill, you could see the shape of a
print. But since the leaves were wet, I thought this is probably where he stepped on it the night before, and it has come back up a little bit to where the rest of the leaves were, but not fully since there were still wet. I swatted down, put my elbows on my knees, and just stared at it till I could see what I'm looking in. And it was about as wide as my knees were apart, which is probably ten inches eleven inches nowadays, I know that's not very big. I've heard
a lot bigger footprints than that. But I didn't touch it, I didn't step in it. I didn't put my foot beside it. To me, it was just gathering evidence for me of okay, this is possible a footprint, but I only saw one. I think that was after we came out, as we're still walking in the woods looking for other things. We go about five minutes in the wood. I don't remember exactly how far it was, but we're taking our time, so maybe not very far, maybe fifty
yards or one hundred yards. We get to what I see first. It looks like you can see through the trees. It was an overcast day, but it looks like there's more sunlight coming up than the section of woods that were in. I kept walking about another ten or fifteen steps, and I can see there's a clearing in the woods. It looked like a kidney shape, not quite a perfect oval, but just a kidney shaped. And I'm
on the side of it, coming up to it. It's about probably about fifty yards long and maybe twenty thirty yards wide, maybe like the size of a tennis court, but almost kidney shaped. And there were no trees, no grass, no shrubs, no nothing in this clearing. It was just trees all the way around it up to that point. And on the other side I lit. They were continuing of the woods. They're two small fap wings almost in the center, probably just an inch or two thick. I
took one step into this clearing to see what it was. I stopped, and that's when the smell hit me. Of what I've learned is what other people, some people say they smell when they see a bit foot or assatsquatch. That to me, it was a wet dog skunk smell, but ten times worse than that. And I just stopped, and I looked over at my friends to see if what they were doing, and they hadn't quite made it to the clearing yet. My friend Mike, his brother Trump, was
two people down for me. He looked up almost at the same time and saw that I stopped, and he looked at me it was wrong. And I just motioned for him like this was like keep walking because he wasn't quite at the clearing yet. He took a couple more steps. He took one step in it, and he stopped, and you could see him his head looked up like this, and he looked at me. I was like, yeah, you smell it too. I did say that, but we were just visually looking at each other, and I backed up a couple of steps
to get out of the clearing. Once you take one step out of that clearing, there is no smell. It smells like perfect pine needles and woods and trees and everything normal. He take one step back in the clearing, which I did. That smell is in the clearing only. And I've always wondered in nature, how would anything contain a smell to a certain area without the wind blowing it whichever way the wind wanted to do. But that's what I encountered. My friends verified it. His brother Mike, was white just
about thirty seconds behind us. He stepped into it and looked at us. He could smell it, so we all knew we're smelling the same thing. So once I got over the smell, I took a couple more steps in it, looking around. I wasn't sure if the white one that we saw was like on the outside of it looking at us, or was going to be pissed off that we're in his property or his territory, or maybe he was out doing something and we're definitely in the wrong spot if he comes back.
We all felt kind of nervous being there, but we wanted to just look around and see what we could see. That's when I quit paying attention to the smell and just looked up and around me and almost in the very center of this clearing. The only way I can describe it, and I've never heard any other witness interview podcast, or anyone on television say they've seen anything like this. I call it a wooden igloo. I walked up to it to figure out what it was. It was about just below my cap
or above my knees, about two to three feet tall. It was branches about as big as round as maybe my middle finger, maybe your thumb, that were woven together and the shape of an igloo and placed in the middle of disc variant. It had an igloo looking door on one side of it, an Alaskan igloo would have, but it was made out of branches. I walked up to it and looked at it, trying to figure out what it was. It was an overcast day, so inside of this wooden woven
structure it was dark. I couldn't see inside of it, even though there were spaces between the branches. I put one of my fingers into one of the holes just to see if I could fit my finger through it, and I couldn't. It was that tightening woven two green leaves on two of the sticks. The rest of them you can see where the leaves had been pulled off. There was one green leaf on my side and one green leaf on
the other. I was standing right over it, and by then my friends had walked up and were standing behind it on the other side, and We're all looking at each other. What is this? Whatever it is, something with hands made it, And at this point I'm going, yeah, it's either a homeless person living in the woods or whatever. This thing, this white one that I saw. Maybe he made it for some reason, but we really had no idea what it was. I was trying to figure it
out more since he was right behind me the night before. I walked around to the front of it, bit down to look inside of it, to see what was inside of it. I expected to see a couple of eyes looking at me, and I didn't really want to see that, but that's what I was expecting. And the closest thing to this would be my face. So I'm like, if something comes out of here, my face is going to be the closest thing that it gets. Thankfully, I didn't see
anything. I stood back up and I looked at them. I forgot, I said, but we all had this feeling that we need to get out of here before this whatever, maybe this comes back, or maybe it felt they're watching this right now if it gets pissed off, like I said, if we do something that it doesn't like. Maybe there's more than one. At first, I thought it was for a baby one, and that's why
I bent down and looked in it. I'm like, there's no way what I saw, this big white one could fit in there, and I'm like, okay, maybe it's for a baby. I looked in there, and I'm like, I just don't think a baby could fit in there. Probably until the last five years, I had no idea what it was. Never heard anyone else say they've seen anything like that, other than people have said they seen nests that were woven together. There's no way this was a nest.
And the only thing that I thought of in the last five years, and it took me four decades to come up with this. Maybe it was a container for a live animal that it would catch, like a rabbit. Whatever put in there, put a rock in front of it, and you have a meal waiting for you whenever you want it. And I'm not saying that's what it was. I'm not even saying that makes sense. That's the only idea that I've come up with in over four decades of thinking about this.
And I even talked to I think I emailed Matt Kruit a long time ago, like back in sixteen or seventeen and discussed the white one and how unusual that was. And I just emailed him, probably not a month ago, and it's been six or seven years since I talked to him and told him the same thing. I said, Hey, the only idea I've come up for that structure is maybe it was like a holding container. And he goes, yeah, every report that I've heard they'll dispatch any animal immediately once
they catch it. It's dead immediately. I'm like, yeah, that's what I thought. I said, if you put a rock in front of it, whatever you put in there is not going to be able to get out. A raccoon could probably figure it out. Stuff like birds or rabbits or turtles, whatever you find in a crete put in there, put a rock in front of it, it'll be there. That's the strangest thing. That we found other than the tree with the call marks on it, and the
smell only contained in the clearing. And after that we all looked through each other. Yeah, we need to get out of here and stay tuned for more sasquatch out to see. We'll be right back. After these messages, we turned around came back out of the woods, and I think we were all scared at that point where we all said, Okay, I'm going home.
I think that's when I stopped long enough to find what I thought was a footprat, and that kind of scared me even more because if that's where he was standing when he was behind me shaking the tree, he was only about ten feet behind me, So I don't know if he was already in the woods when I came down there and was playing to hide and seek and picked my hiding spot, if he saw me walk down there, or did he walk up behind me and all of a sudden see me and then go
further into the woods and grab the tree. Hey, you need to get out of here. The feeling of knowing at some point he was only that just I'm on one side of the gravel road and he's right on the very edge of the other side of the gravel road. So that kind of freaked me out. That's what I had for four deck games to deal with and try to figure out. It's definitely a lot to process at that age. Even going through it over the next four decades, Like you said, there's
a lot to unpack there. There's a lot of things that clearly you didn't understand it for the most part. I think it's safe to say probably still don't understand about those experiences. But I think it's awesome that you guys went back and actually found some physical evidence. It is evidence. You found claw
marks, you found footprints, you found this structure. I just wish that it had to have been in the early seventies and you had actually had a cell phone or some way to document it, or even the cognitive ability to even know to be able to document some of that, take pictures of the footprints, and even cast it would have been great. But obviously hindsight's twenty twenty, our cameras were pretty much non existent. I remember when I saw
him shaking the tree. I could have ran home and grabbed our camera, but was there any film in it? Those cameras back and then had to have a flash on top of it. There's no way I was going to leave what I was looking at because I knew how incredible it was to try to go home and grab a camera or come back and have him still be
there where I could take a picture of him. I thought about it the next day when I saw the structure, and I didn't know anything about Cassine footprints, but I thought about it the next day when I went home. When we left, I think I actually picked up the camera and looked at it to see if there were any flashes and film. I think the flashes were. There was two or three left, but there was no film with it, so at that point I could have asked my mom, Hey,
can we go get some film. I just did not feel like going back in there, especially by myself, especially after I think six months before that being charged by whatever it was that was knocking trees over trying to get to me. I still cannot go back out in the woods at night by my so it just freaks me out. I'll go as far as I want to in the woods day hiking mountain biking. I go mountain biking up in British Columbia by myself as far this trail that I can get away from the humans,
and I love it. But I'm looking around every tree. I'm wondering what's gonna step out. It doesn't bother me because it's daylight, but a lot of times, just going in my local woods at night, right down the street from where I live now, I had to give up that part of my life, walking through the woods at night trying to be quiet. I used to sit down by the tree until all the animals got used to
me and started making noise again and just become part of nature. And I haven't done that in forty years, just because those two incidents, like we talked about earlier, four decades went by before I had the next encounter. And you are a national forest. I can tell you about that if you're
interested. Yeah, absolutely, I'm going to you. Worry when our local trails are soaked with rain because they close our trails so the people that maintain them and build them, they don't want you riding on them and tear them up when they're muddy. So that's one of the reasons I go to Uori. It really doesn't close just because it's a national forest. And when I
go. It's when I have a week day off of work. If I'm working a Saturday, I get one day off during the week while everyone else is at work, and I know it's coming in advance, so I usually the day before that week day off, I throw my mountain bike in the car and I know I'm going to Uori. Is whether they're committing, as
long as it's not horrible. But I do go to bed the night before thinking about the rumors of what I've heard as in Uori and the stories of what other people said, and what I may run into there, and do I actually want to go out there by myself. I always have to think about it long and hard before I go to bed. I'm like, nothing has happened in four decades where the odds and I survived the two back in
the seventies, even though I still have fear about them. Talk to you and talking to Matt and you know, a couple of my friends helped out a lot since I started talking about it. But I still think about it the night before I go to you are and I'm like, Okay, if it happens, I'll deal with it. I think right before COVID hit, it was the fall of maybe twenty eighteen. It was a Monday morning at
nine o'clock. I showed up and you are. There's a parking lot right beside the road where you could park there, hop on your bike and hit the trails. There's also from that parking lot the gravel road that goes a mile and a half further back into Uari for a second parking lot, which is where the mountain bike parker trails actually start. There's a connector trail from the front one to the rear parking lot. I love going to the rear
parking lot, but these no one's ever there. I'm the only one there. I have fifty five thousand acres of you are a national forest to myself. If I'm lucky, i'll see one park ranger. Normally it's a lady that always wishes me hey have a good ride. Than I never see Urgon this day, there was one other car in the back parking lot. They were on a hiking trail. They had hiking equipment, no bike equipment. I could see everything in their truck. They were sitting there eating breakfast.
Both people were accounted for. There was gear only for two people. I kept watching them to see if there was more people in that truck or in that campsite, to see if I may run into somebody else on the trail. And while I was getting ready, I made a decision, Yeah, it's just those two people and they had no bike equipment, so I'm going to be the only one on the bike trail, which I was very happy to have the whole trail of myself. I get about halfway through the first
trail, which goes even further back into your worry. It's about a six mile trail, but it goes about three miles further back before the loop turns around and comes back to the parking lot. I'm at the furthest section in on a really steep climb. It's the hardest part of the trail. It's rocky and rudy. You got a climb over rocks and roots to get over
everything. It's a difficult climb, but once you get ninety percent of the way of the climb, it smoothed out, but you still got to climb the hill until you crest the top to go back and down the other side. I'm past the difficult section and it's just me. I'm probably peddling at walking speed because I'm just trying to catch my breath. I'm making it this far. I'm staring straight down and just watching my feet pedal. I'm just
trying to keep slowly going until i make it to the top. I have my eyes open, like I said, I'm watching my feet, and I'm going probably two to three miles an hour. All of a sudden, the rock landed right beside my left foot. It's like something just throw a rock at me. I land beside my left foot. I don't even have to
turn my head. I just shift my eyes over to where it hit the ground, and I watch it bounce off the ground and spinning in the air, and I watch it land by my rear tire because I'm still going forward a little bit, and I immediately knew what may be happening. I didn't jump to the conclusion, Okay, it's got to be a big foot throw on a rock at me. I was just like, Okay, something just
threw a rock at me. And I stared at it and I almost stopped to pick it up to make sure it was a rock and not an acorn that fell out of a tree or a pine coal. And when I saw it hit the ground and stop. It was a quartz rop. You could see it, and there's tons of quartz in you area. It was about the size of a big marble. It might be like if you had a half dollar all the way around. Maybe a little bit smaller than that, you know. I was like, Okay, something just threw a rock at
me. Maybe there's a homeless person in the woods. I don't know. I'm just gonna keep going because I'm by myself. I had no silk one reception, there's no roads nearby, and I'm the only person out here, and I'm not carrying a gum. I'm not carrying anything other than my cel phone. I'm just using it for my stats. As far as the ride than I have, I knew with my past already. I just need to keep peddling and get out of here. And there are some sections and you
worry. When you ride by yourself, you get a feeling that you're being watched. The temperature dropped. This wasn't one of those sections. Everything felt normal that day until that rock landed beside me. I pedaled about four or five times. Well, I'm staring straight down when I saw the rock, and finally I realized, hey, look up, quit looking down, but something maybe in front of it. And I immediately jerked my head up. There's nothing in front of me. I look to the left, the right,
turned around behind me. I don't see anything. Everything's dead quiet. That's when I'm like, okay, don't stop, don't pick it up, just keep going. I made about five or six more petals off to my right. This time I hear. It was back to back, two different sounds. I hear one hundred percent what it sounded like was wood hitting wood. It was so loud, I instinctively duffed, I'm on my bike. I just pulled my chin down into my chest like this, immediately thinking a
cannon ball or a bullet was gonna go whizzing past my head. It was louder than gunfire beside your ear. It was the loudest sound I've ever heard in the woods. I don't know how any person, where, any animal would make a sound this loud. But as soon as I heard that sound, it was like at my five o'clock position. Like I said, I ducked as I'm riding my bike. A split second later, I'm like, I got to see what it is. I immediately turned to my right to
figure out where the sound was coming from. A split second before that sound, there was a smaller sound. I figured out who my interpretation was. When I turned to look, I could see another quartz rock that was coming my way that hit a branch on pine tree and hit the branch and bouched up and was spinning in the air. I watched it hitting the ground until I couldn't see it because of the cover on the ground, but I think the rock soon was first. And then after I turned to look, that's
when I heard that extremely loud noise sounded like small cannon fire. And again I'm still confused about that. How can anything or anyone make a sound that sounds like wood on wood but make it that loud. I have no explanation for how you or I or anyone on this planet can make a sound that loud in the wood. I've told maybe one or two people and they've said, yeah, it sounds like a wood not And at the time, I've never heard of a wood knock. I think I forgot who calls it this,
but someone calls it a home run knot it extremely loud. One I used to have a glow forty five caliber that I used to take to the shooting range and try it with my ear protection off, just to see how roud it was. So, if you're holding a glock forty five at arm's length, this was louder than that. To this day, I've told some people that know a lot more about this subject than I do. How does anything make a sound that loud in the wood they're going. I don't know,
but we've heard other reports similar to that. I've always wondered about the wood knocks because people have different theories. I've heard what I believe to be woodknocks here on our land. I've heard them in radium. Of course, I've heard recording after recording. There's some people that say that their mouthpops. Some people like Todd and other people believe that they're using rocks. Sometimes they're using rock on wood, sometimes they're using rock on rock. I don't know.
I can't really think of any time that I've ever personally documented a story. I don't know that I've ever even heard a story where somebody actually seen these things doing a woodknock with a piece of wood or a rock. I'm sure if somebody's going to come out of the woodwork when this AARs and say, oh, yeah, here's this one story that I heard, and I would love to hear that, But for the most part, you don't hear
people saying that. I think Fred and Alaska has related a couple of stories to me in the past about watching these things do the mouth pops in the middle of an open field. Was mother witnesses when he was with them, not making the sound with a piece of wood or rock. So I'm at a loss like you, because some people have said it's extremely loud. What you're describing is probably louder than most people have heard this that I've personally talked
to. But I don't know what would make that noise, anything that's flesh and blood. This has been something we've been talking a lot about on the show recently. I said it to Wayne the other day when we were recording that Bigfoot podcast. I said, sometimes, dude, I think we're barking up the wrong tree here because there's so many unexplained things with these creatures that I've tried to rationalize and make it flesh and blood and make it fit into
a box. But I just I'm not able to do that, And this is one of those situations. I don't know how something could physically make a noise that loud that would surprise and shock you to the point that it did. Again, I could be wrong. Maybe they're just super powerful and they have the ability the muscle structure to maybe hit a piece of wood on another piece of wood on a tree and make it that sound, or maybe use a rock and do it on there. I don't know. Yeah, I
agree with you. I've heard other witnesses or podcasts or stories where there have been witnesses that said they saw on mate that noise or a very similar noise with their mouth or by clapping or with rocks. If any animal on this planet can make a noise with their mouths louder than gunfire, to me, that's beyond belief. I don't know how you would do it. I'm not
going to rule it out. But the analogy that I can only come to is if Paul Bunyan was real and he was twenty or thirty feet tall and grab the biggest baseball mat that he could, I don't know if he could hit a tree hard enough to make a sound that loud. So how a bigfoot, even if he's nine feet tall. How does anything make us sound that. While my high school here in North Carolina, we were the Patriots. We had a can in the middle of our school. We had a
mall, like a two story mall. They would use it for the football team to fire off in the end zone. Whatever I came scored a touchdown. I know how loud that cannon sounds because someone set it off in school one day when I was in a classroom right beside the opening where it sat. What I heard in the woods was louder than that cannon. To me, it sounded if you were on a Spanish galleon and you were the person firing a cannon at another ship. What you must be hearing? I instinctively
dull. I thought something was going to go right by my head. After a second, I realized, but it didn't sound like gunfire. Even though it was louder than gunfire. It sounded like wood on wood. I can't prove that's what it was, but that's exactly what it sounded like. And let's say I'm right that it was wood on wood. I don't understand how it's possible to make us sound that loud. Yeah, I'm right there with you. Was that the end of your experience in you Ori? I kept
expecting. By the time time I heard that noise and the second rock, I was kind of freaking out because I'm like, okay, either this one bigfoot, I guess I never saw him, is throwing rocks at me on the left and has already five seconds later crossed over to my right throwing rocks at me on the right hiding a tree. Apparently he doesn't like where I am. Or again, there's more than one of them when They're on both sides of the trail and I'm surrounded, so I'm like, okay, what's
coming next. I expected one to be standing in the trail around every turn the rest of my way, and I had another probably three miles to finish that trail. I wasn't going to head back to the car. You wouldn't have found me if something would have happened, because I was miles and miles deep in the woods by myself with no sell reception. A park ranger probably would have found my car that night or the next day, but I wanted to get out of there. I wasn't as scared as the first two incidents.
Back in the seventies because they were at least far enough away where I couldn't see them. I still had no proof that's what they were throwing the rocks at me and making the noise, but I had a really good idea. I rode the rest of the way back to finish that trail, and there is a connecting trail by that going on, like I'm here, I'm going to do the next trail also, which kind of takes me back to the front parking lot. At least I'll be heading closer to where people would
be. And by that time I got to the front parking lot and nothing else had happened. I came back further into the woods through my bike and my car, and I left, And to me, that incident was thrilling. It was cool that after forty years, I had probably another encounter. But they always leave me confused. Again, I don't understand how any person or animal can make a sound that loud. It doesn't make sense. Yeah,
I agree, you Worry is one of those places. It's a couple of hours away from me as I sit here in North Carolina, and it's a place I've wanted to visit since I really got into the sub moved to the state because I've had some of the very first people ever on the show were from the Uari National Forest where they were having some bizarre close encounters with these things coming up on their tents, close encounters, and I've wanted to
go, but I've talked to people since over just the last couple of years, and it seems that for whatever reason, Yuari has become one of those places that's synonymous with bigfoot stories. So there are a lot of people out in that area doing I'm doing the air quotes research, there's a lot of vocalizations, there's a lot of wood knocks, there's a lot of things that
people are doing that could be mistaken for bigfoot activity. So I've purposely shied away from going to that area because of that, because the last thing I want to do is go out there and waste time taking a trip. I'm a pretty busy guy, so when I take time off to go do something, I want it to be worth my while. And I don't want to go out there and spend four hours round trip driving and then go out and experience just a bunch of yahoo's in the woods like me doing the same thing.
Right, we're possibly fooling each other doing wood knocks and vocalizations and those kind of things. It doesn't sound like to me in the middle of the day you didn't see people around. It doesn't sound like to me that you
were dealing with a person. But at least in the last couple of years, that's been my reasoning for not going into the Yuori and doing any kind of research, because I've talked to a couple of researchers that would gladly take me out and show me some of their areas around there, and it's something I may end up doing. Would you ever consider going and doing night research in the Yuari? If I would love to. I thought about doing it
myself. That backfarking lot where I part there is a camp site right there. It's a primitive campsite. It's got a primitive toilet there. You can bring your chairs in, a cooler full of whatever you wanted to drink, and cook and sleep right there. You'll be locked in because they walk in the gate at night, so you'll be in there. You couldn't leave my car if you wanted to. I would love to go out there at night
by myself. What I've experienced personally, I would say anyone that intentionally goes out in the woods trying to find these things truly doesn't understand what they're dealing with, or you wouldn't be looking for them. Like I said, on my end of it, there was a lot of fear to begin with, so there's no way I would ever intentionally go looking for one of these animals. If one crosses in my path, okay, cool. But I've never gone looking for one of these animals, so if I went out, it
wouldn't be to look for them. I would go out there, camp out in the woods the way I like to do, and either ride my bike at night. I have lights where I can ride at night, or wake up in the morning and get something to eat and hop on my bike and maybe get a couple of rides in with other people. If I was with other people, that's a totally different story. I would be, Hey, what do you want to do? Do y'all want to go see if we can run into something or hear something. I'm fine doing that. I'm like
you a little bit different. I don't want to either go to ra or North Carolina Mountain and try to look for something that I haven't encountered in four decades. I think is extremely rare, and I guess I feel lucky or fortunate that I've had three encounters, even though the first two were extremely hard to deal with that I'm still dealing with them. I don't want to deal with any more of that, so I don't intentionally want to go looking for
them. That's why I've never been on a vfrol expedition or signed up for anyone's and we spend a night in the woods and see what we can encounter. I have a gun on man, I'm like, in my opinion, because I've run into them, your gun's not gonna help you. The only reason I think people carry guns is so they feel safe enough to go into the wood. Your gun is not going to help you if you run into one v's especially one that's charging you like one did me, one that's close
enough behind you, or shaking a tree. I've heard. I'm sure you have people had one in their sights and they couldn't pull the trigger because it looked human, or they were too afraid, or they didn't have time, or they realized if they did shoot it, that might not be the only one around. Them, so to me, your gun's not gonna do you any good. I thought about carrying my gun while I was writing. If I went into another one, it's only gonna slow me down if I'm trying
to get away. My thought in my philosophy is either you can go into the woods prepared without a gun from what you may went into, or if you carry a gun for the wrong reasons, I think a gun is gonna make you feel safe enough to go. You may be right about that, Jeff. I really appreciate you coming back and sharing the follow up and your other experiences in the you are and as always have had a good time talking to you. Yeah. I enjoyed it, Brian, thanks for having me
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