SO EP:715 Bigfoot In The South Mountains

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nature for the rest of their lives. Henry the Father is now almost seventy five years old. Henry is a man who has sold things in his life, a man who has been around to include a combat deformant to

Vietnam while he was in the United States Military. And I assessed Henry, as well as his son Keith, to be pretty solid guys, unflappable, calm, cool and collected, very credible as I looked in their eyes, and I watched their eyes as they told me about the experiences that they had on that cool Friday evening in nineteen eighty seven. Henry would service country and he come back home and shortly thereafter purchase a piece of property near Lake Moultrie,

South Carolina. He would marry and he and his wife would have two sons. He raised his sons in the same manner that he was raised, and that was to appreciate everything the outdoors has to offer, and he raised them to continue the family tradition of these weekend fishing and camping trips. Now it was on a Friday in early spring of nineteen eighty seven. Early afternoon, he and his oldest son Keith, packed up all their gear, loaded the boat up, and headed to their favorite camping spot.

This camping spot was actually owned by one of their relatives. He was right there at water, and they were able to use it as a shoving off point for their fishing expeditions each day. They arrived at camp early and was excited to get some afternoon fishing in before the sun set. So they got camp set up and squared away and got the boat out on the water, and off they went, and to their joy that afternoon, the fishing was incredible, as we would say here in the South.

They caught a whole mess of fish. But the time came that they needed to turn around and head back to camp so that they could get back before dark. This experience gave them a new reason to not want to be outside in the dark. As they headed back, Henry found himself day dreamy thinking about the spots they

would hit the next day. They would have all of the next day and part of Sunday to do some fishing, but his son Keith, pointing out something up ahead, interrupted his thoughts, and Keith said that it ain'ted a little bit cold for somebody to be standing in the river this time of year, and they're in the distance, Henry saw who he was talking about. Now at that distance,

a couple of things stood out Henry. First of all, this was a very tall individual, and secondly, they appeared to be wearing very bulky clothing because they looked very wide and broad. As they got close, they were starting to be able to see a little bit of detail. The sun was still up and it was getting low, and the shadow and the light that time and day can play tricks on the mind. But Henry's perspective changed

of what he was seeing. Instead of looking like a big, tall man wearing bulky clothing, it suddenly appeared, with the closer distance that this was a very tall man, but strangely enough, was standing in the river wearing a full length long fur coat. And as he and Keith got closer, it was obvious that this person had its back turn to him and Keith. So he stopped the boat and he shouted and said, if you need to reel in a fishing line, I can stop here and wait for

a minute. And he got no response from this person. As the boat drifted a little bit. Suddenly this person turned around fairly quickly. It was very obvious that this was not a person but something else. There before their very eyes was a very large, seven plus feet tall creature, completely covered in Harry. Henry noted that it had an odd shaped head, no neck, very broad shouldered, very big torso, very big legs, and that its arms hung down more

so than a man's would. Henry knew he wasn't looking at a man, but he wasn't sure what he was looking at. At first, he thought it was some kind of ape or gorilla, but as he looked into this creature's face, he saw more human like characteristics than anything else. Then finally the creature looked up and made eye contact with him. Henry said that he felt frozen in time.

Keith said that at the time he turned his face away and that it was quiet, and suddenly, without warning, this creature threw its head back, looking up towards the sky and screamed. Yelled a terrifying sound to Henry and young Keith, and then the creature bent slightly over at the waist and slapped the water with both hands, open hands, very violently, screamed again and took a couple steps toward them. The water was up to its waist, give or take,

but it was moving pretty quickly in the water. It did the whole thing over again. It screamed, but it screamed straight at him, looking into Henry's eyes, and slapped the water again. It took a couple more steps. Henry said it was at that point that he came out of a state of hypnosis or something. It was hard for him to describe to this day, but when he

came to, he told his son to hold on. He turned around and pulled the start cord to that old outboard motor, opened the throttle up as white as it would go, and turned that boat around and they started heading in the opposite direction. Now, as Henry steered the boat with one hand with the motor steer, he had to keep an eye ahead to make sure he wor going to run aground or hit something. He had to

turn around and keep an eye on this creature. And the creature was still come in, but it was coming slow, and it was obvious to him that they were opening up the ground between them and this creature. And finally Henry just turned around and paid attention to what was in front of him. He looked down and saw that his son Keith had gotten on the floor of the

boat and was holding onto one of his legs. And they sped off, and finally they had put a lot of distance between them and the place where they saw this creature. The creature was not to be seen, Andry stopped the boat. He was shaken, he was nauseated, he said, he felt somewhat dizziest. Son set at his feet, saying, Dad, what was that? Is it going to get us? Are there more of them? And he hadn't thought about that, while continuing to glance around all areas around him. Quickly

a thought occurred to Henry. They were going to have to go back that same direction, or beach the boat and go by land to their camp. But as he thought about it, he figured that as big as that creature was, that it could easily overtake them on land, and that their chances were probably better to stay on the water. So he took the anchor rope off. He tied one end around his son's waist, tied the other end of the rope around his waist to connect the two. Told him to lay down in the boat, he started

up the engine. They headed back in that direction. He proceeded cautiously. Finally had to get this flashlight out to illuminate the water in front of him. He watched the shorelines, he watched the water. He didn't see the creature. They reached the spot where they had solved a creature. Nothing insight, and he was so very relieved. He told his son, don't get up. He opened the throttle fully. He felt that he had to get them out of there right then,

right now. He just was overwhelmed by this sense of urgency and some panic, which was not in his character, not in his personality. But as they sped through the spot where they had saw the creature, suddenly there was splashes around the boat was obf something was being thrown, splashes in front beside. He heard a couple of claints as what turned out to be rocks landed in the boat. They got back to camp. They quickly packed up and

got out of there. He told his son, he said, I don't want you to mention this to anybody at all until I say further. As they were driving home, the thought hid him. He said there had to be more than one, because of all the rocks that were being thrown. The next day, Henry called a relative of his wife who was a retired game warden out of the state of Georgia, and he told the game warden what happened, swore him the secrecy, and the game warding

gave him simple advice. He said, you're not the first person to see things like this. I'd keep it to yourself and stay out of that area. To this day, they have not ever been back to that specific area. And now, whether they're together or apart, and they're out there fishing, going down a river or a creek, they're looking ahead to see if that creature is going to

reappear once again. I'm going to share with you the experience that two men had in May of nineteen seventy nine in the mountains western North Carolina, near the Lingual Gorge. One of these men saw a drastic transformation. He transformed from arrogance to humility. And this transformation was spurred on by fear that he felt that was tangible in his body and in his spirit. The fear from seeing the unknown transformed before his very eyes into the knowle. This

is the story of Randy and Stephen. Randy and Stephen were work associates. They worked together in the town of Hickory, North Carolina. They weren't altogether great friends or anything. They had their moments, but at work it was a typical male work relationship. They would talk current events or sports, or fishing or what have you? Given each other a hard time along the way, a lot of ribbing, a

lot of banter back and forth. But when I interviewed these two men last year, I saw two men who were very close friends, and they both said it was because of that night in the woods of western North Carolina. On a rainy nineteen seventy nine May Friday morning, Randy and Stephen began their work shift at a place where they worked in Hickory, North Carolina. Now, Stephen lived in the city of Hickory, Randy had an hour long drive

to work. He lived further west in the mountains of western North Carolina, not too far from the Lingual Gorge. These two men would often see things from different perspectives. Stephen would see things from his perspective as a guy that grew up near the city, and Randy would see things as his perspective from being a person raised in the woods in the mountains of North Carolina. They're not too long into the shift. That morning, an odd, unexpected

subject came up. They walked into the break ring and somebody had tacked the newspaper article on the bulletin board at some point, and it was a newspaper article about Nobby, which is what the folks in the South Mountains, particularly in the area of Kaser, North Carolina. That's what they call their version of Bigfoot. And a conversation ensued and Stephen very quickly blurted out, that is complete hogwash. There's absolutely no such a thing. Randy said, don't be so

sure of yourself. What you need to do, Son, is you need to talk to some mountain folk before you arrive at these carved ingranted conclusions. Randy said, those boogers don't just live down there in their Kazer in the South Mountains. They're all over the mountains of the Blue Ridge and the Smokies. Debate ensued, It got a little bit heated, and Stephen said, how do you know that, Randy. Randy said, because I've heard them in the daytime and at night, and I have neighbors who have not only

heard them, but seen them. Stephen, very arrogantly in a mocking dinner, said, I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what they heard or saw. It wasn't no Knobby or no Bigfoot because they don't exist. And Randy admit did. At that point, he actually became hot under the collar. And Randy said, I asked him if he was calling me stupid and backwards or if he was calling me a liar, But Randy didn't give him

the opportunity to answer, because Randy threw the gauntlet. Now, he said, I'll tell you what, mister know it all. You come up to my place this weekend and I got a spot for us to go camp, and we'll see what a night in the dark woods of the mountains of North Carolina will do for you. Now, Stephen was backed up in that corner that we called a put up or shut up corner, and he really didn't have much of an opportunity to do anything but except Randy's offer, he had to run his mouth. Now it

was time to put up or shut up. So that next morning, Stephen drove up to Randy's place in the mountains with his knapsack and a slipping bag and few other things, and Randy greeted him in the yard, and Randy said that grin on your face is going to be gone by about a half hour after sundown tonight, son Randy drove him to a remote logging road about

two miles from his house. These old logging roads, they're all over the mountains and some of them are grown up and not traveled very often, usually only by hunters or people that hip deep into the wilderness. The place that he took Stephen was desolate and out there in the middle or nothing. The men parked walked into the woods, and little did they realize that the next morning they would both walk out drastically changed men. As they set

up camp, the banner continued. Stephen was just full of himself and full of mockery, making monkey noises and shouting things like I've got bananas for all, y'all. I've got bananas before you come on down and get them. Save us to trouble. Come show yourself, And Randy warned him. He said, don't holler insults into these mountains because they'll come back on you for more sasquatch o to see. We'll be right back after these messages. Stephen always had

a smart, wise crack for everything. Late in that afternoon, Randy walked Stephen away from camp into a nearby cove. Now, Randy's neighbor had hunted this area and had an experience there which is actually going to be a future episode here. But the neighbor refused to not only not hunt there anymore, he wouldn't go back to that general descent. But as they walked along, Steven's was still entertaining himself with his wise cracks and his mockery, saying things like, youngs are

dealing with moonshiners. It's trying to scare y'all away. Speaking a liquor, y'all been drinking too much of it up here. Hey, I wonder if these monkeys drink liquor. We should have brought some liquor with us. We could have partied with these monkeys. And Randy was getting more and more tired of hearing Stephen's mouth. He told me when I interviewed him, he said, I knew that the time was coming when the sun set, that his mouth was fally going to

be shut. So they arrived at the desired destination, and Randy said, were going to set down and listen and watch and talk quietly, if at all, and Stephen had a few more insults to throw in there, and Randy finally said, just shut up and listen. Stephen said at that point he was realizing that he was rilling Randy up, getting under his skin, and he said that he wasn't through with him yet, but for the moment he was

going to stop with the wise cracks. But about a half hour later, the two men both clearly heard a long, deep, frequencied, guttural howl that went on for fifteen to twenty seconds. Then they heard distinctive ape like noises. It was dark by then, and the noises would stop and go a period of time, making the men wonder if it was over, if they was going to hear the noises anymore. Then suddenly they would hear more monkey sounds or howls or hoops.

At one point they heard an odd whistling noise and it continued for a while, but then the sounds started getting closer to the two men's position, and Randy said at that point he became uneasy and alarmed. He said that there was that feeling that a person gets when something's just not right, it's what he experienced that every fiber of his being was saying, let's get up and get out of here. And he told Stephen, he said, let's go, let's get back to camp. Stephen had some

wise cracks loaded for me. He said, no, I think I'll stay here, but wait a minute, I better go with you so you don't get lost, and things like that. And Randy looked at him and said, we're going to get back to camp because you've brought them on top

of us. They headed back to camp, the whole way hearing various other noises, and all the while, although they were proceeding toward their camp, the noises still yet seemed to be getting closer, and they were just about back in the camp and suddenly there was not just one of those weird sounding, eerie guttural hous, but several, and it stopped the men in their tracks. They were headed back to camp, being pursued by things unknown, just making

a lot of racket yelling and hollering and whooping. Stevens said that the thought kept going through his mind the entire time as they were retreating back to their camp, that Randy had set all of this up ahead of time, and that had some accomplices who came out and were doing this too scary and get a laugh over on. But the sounds of their pursuers seemed to be getting closer faster than the men could make up ground getting

back to their camp. And they were carrying the old school bulky flashlights those people in my age group were remembering. But they had a big battery pack and it sat down on top of the battery in it, and you screwed thumbscrews down, and they were bulky didn't have a heck of a long life. So as they were making their way back to camp very quickly, I might add, Brandy's light went out. His battery died. He told Stephen to stop. He said, stop, let me have your light.

Mine's gone out. And Stephen replied and said, you're really doing this up righte, aren't you now your light's going out? Huh? Randy said, okay, fine, I'll follow you back to camp. Don't get us lost. Stephen knew goodding well that he would get them lost, so he said, I'll play along, but if you run off and leave me, I will kill you for this. So Randy took the light and the two men kept going. They were crossing a creek, which was the last boundary they had to cross before

back in camp. Old Stephen did a face plant in the creek and he got up cussing. He completely lost it. He said, this is complete bs, He said, I am done with your BS. Randy Stephen didn't realize how close they were to camp, but he was just having a complete meltdown, a panic attack. Now. The noises of their unknown stalkers were extremely loud now, and it finally dawned on him in the middle of his meltdown how close

these sounds were. Both men would say later that they thought that they were going to be overtaken at any moment. Randy grabbed his smaller, spare flashlight and gave it to Stephen in exchange for the big flashlight, and both of them were just in a state of indecision for a few minutes, just frozen in place the noise and how they were hearing the noises, and how they were hearing the clear sound now of walking in the leaves. They heard something traveling behind them. It was close enough they

could hear the footsteps in the leaf litter. Randy had brought two pistols, but he made a snap judgment, he said, He thought himself, I'm not gonna arm Stephen because he's had this meltdown and I don't want to be shot Stephen. Meanwhile, I was back to cussing, was yelling at Randy over and over, get your damn friends to stop, Get your damn friends to stop. I've had enough, And Randy said I wish they were my friends. Steven yelled and cussed again.

He said to screw that, and he shined the light straight ahead in front of him, and he charged in the direction that he was shining the flashlight, which was toward where the noises were coming from. A few steps into it. He wasn't sure how many, as he told me the story, but it was a very few steps. He was hit square in the head with something, and this object struck him at sufficient enough force to daze him, and he put him down on the ground on one knee.

He said he had to take a second. He got up and was trying to regain his senses, and he said, all of a sudden, I figured it out that it had gone quiet, graveyard quiet. All of the yelling and hollering and whooping had quit. Randy was approaching him, angry was and first of all for charging into the darkness, and he was about to ask him, what's your problem? And Stephen was about to ask him what are we going to do? Suddenly both men started getting pelted by rocks.

No noises, none of the yelling, none of the whooping anything or hearing anything, walking the leaf litter. It was just a parade of rocks for a good half a minute. They retreated some distance and got down on the ground, covered their heads. If I had been him, sorry, guys, I'm not armchair quarterback, and I'm just saying I would have kept on going. I wouldn't have stopped and got on the ground. But I get it. At heat of the moment, it stopped. The rock throwing stopped, and they

started shining their lights all around in all directions. It's paranoid, complete silence, total silence. But as Stephen was moving his flashlight, he caught movement and he stopped his flashlight. He said he was literally speechless for a minute. He couldn't even articulate to Randy what he had sold. I'm going to it's best just to tell you his words. I will read from the direct interview here, Stephen, I saw something

into this day. I can't say what it was. It was the biggest animal I've ever seen around here, and I was more scared than I'd ever been that night or in my whole life. It was moving from my right to my left, about twenty five yards away or so, and it moved like a ghost in them woods, like it was gliding on two feet. And he looked at me and he said, how could something that big could move so effortlessly and quietly is beyond me? And he said the thing that of it moving just like a ghost.

It was so quick, so stealthy, so quiet. Said that creepd him out more than anything, and started making the panic want to set back in, except this time the panic was that he was actually going to get hurt by some kind of creature, as opposed to being pranked by ran in some guys. So that stopped. Nothing else happened,

no more noises, no more anything. But they both reported to me It said that a bad smell lingered in the area for just a few minutes, and then it was gone, and they were in silence, and then finally Randy broke the silence and he said I apologized to you for bringing you out here. He said, I never thought something like this would happen, So I thought we would hear some things and that's it. Stephen asked Rand.

He said, did you see that huge thing? And Randy said no, he didn't, and Stephen asked him that time he said, can we please just get out of here? They left, got to their vehicle post haste. Like his neighbor. To this day, Randy and certainly Stephen as well, never returned to that area again. So I talked to Stephen at one on one and I asked him, I said, why did you just immediately declare that this type of

phenomenon was just completely impossible? And he said a quote I was told that it was not real and it just didn't make sense to me. And I asked him, I said, who told you that that wasn't real? He said, just people in general. Then I asked him, I said, why did you feel so comfortable making fun in mocking people? He said, I don't know, but I'll never do it again. Skepticism we need mockery, and arrogance and meanness we don't

need now. I had to privilege this past weekend of being part of groups that investigated and explored an area that has become known as a hotspot in terms of cryptid, bigfoot sasquatch, nobby whatever you want to call the phenomena, sightings, evidence found, vocalizations reported in that type of thing. Now, this area that I'm speaking of was under observation this weekend for a little more than forty hours. That's a

remarkable time period to have an area under observation. So Deny and I almost share with you our experiences, in our findings. It is my intent to present these things to you. I assure you they are one hundred percent truthful. There's no embellishment, there's no dramatization. You interpret these things as you see fit, decide for yourself, do some critical thinking

and analysis, draw your own conclusions. Friday nights, some guys from Dirty South Squatching came in top notch investigators and set up a listening post and observation posts and high end equipment. Sunday morning, I had the privilege of meeting with investigator Tim Dials out of the Big Mountains of North Carolina, and investigator and author George Lunsford, also from up in the Big Mountains. We call them the big

mountains here in the foothills. These guys are members of NCI North Carolina Investigates, and I am privileged to report that I am a part of that group as well. We stepped out in the wilderness that morning about nine thirty am. We had a chance to meet up with the Dirty South Squatching guys, and I and Tim am also members of that group. Our destination after we exchange some much information with the two Dirty South Squatching investigators.

Our destination was the first of three three deer kill sites along the way. We discovered a possible footprint in the middle of a sandbar in the creek. We'll call that one undetermined but possible. We discovered numerous tree breaks. We discovered evidue of ambush sites. An ambushed site can be set up by funneling game into a kill zone into a funnel. Mankind has used that hunting method for a long time, but there's evidence that cryptids do it

as well. We discovered structures, that is, trees and sticks and things position in such a way that it just appears to be highly unlikely that it was just happens. Since that's the subject for a whole other episode. Something you can study up on your own book. We reached the first kill site. I had already seen this kill. Both Tim Dial's and George Lunsford had not, and I

wanted them to see it. The ribs on this deer were obviously fractured, severely fractured, multiple ribs, not and all on by animals at the time of death, but fractured. The neck appeared to be twisted. It didn't appear to be twisted, it was twisted. It was in an unnatural position, and it appeared as though the deer had been taken down with such force that the head was twisted up and backwards. But even more alarmingly, one of the back legs was snapped. One theory is, and what the evidence

suggested is that was the means of incapacitation. So we duly noted those things, the tree breaks, the ambush sites, structures, and most definitely this deer kill. We left out. En route to kill site or kill area number two. We crossed into a small muky area where a small creek and a medium creek converge. And in this mucky area we found several footprints, but one footprint in particular was pristine.

After some analysis and extrapolation, it would appear that the individual that made this footprint would weigh around five hundred, five hundred and fifty pounds. And that's based on how deep my footprint was impressed beside of it versus how deep it was now. In kill area number two, these were older kills, multiple kills. Very little is left of those kills, not much for George and Tim to be able to see and gain a whole lot from. But I could just give them my description because I had

seen several of the kills fresh back last year. And then with would kill site number three, we founded the deer. Only half of it was accounted for. The back part of the spine and the pelvis was there, one leg was there, the front part of the spine in the head,

and the other legs were completely missing. Then something was noticed up in a small holly tree about seven and a half feet up, and it was the front spine area, the riar barrier or what was left of the rib and the top part of the cervical vertebrae to include part of the skull still being attached to the spinal column. Just a small area of the skull had been crushed or ripped away. We know that it was violently taken. Apart from that carcass, stay tuned for more sasquatch out

to see. We'll be right back after these messages. Then we found a jobb one. We presumed this deer hanging in a small tree, very deliberately placed there in my opinion, as another sign that something was marking this area. We found two tree breaks right there at the kill site areas that it appeared something large had possibly bedded down. We spent a good bit of time there investigating it,

looking at everything, trying to put together the theories. But there's no doubt there had to crush broken, bibbs was torn apart, the head was gone, the score was destroyed at some point, at minimum, it was violently detached from the spinal column, so much so that it left part of the skull cap attached to the spine. And having noted all of that, that part of the investigation was over and we headed

back up out of the woods. Now that evening, about five o'clock, some new folks came in and I joined them for an overnight camp out, along was six other people this past Saturday. The afternoon of this past Saturday, we descended into Creek Bottom to set up camp. Our intent was to camp most of all later in the night to execute a night hike see what we could see here, what we could hear. We got camp set up, fellowship.

We didn't make any attempt to be stealthy or quiet, because we have found in the past that doesn't seem to make a big difference. Now the sun set, it was not quite the appointed time yet for us to set out on the night hike, and we were still talking and carrying. All but two of us heard the distinct sound of something walking up on the hill a couple hundred feet or so from us, on the other

side of an area thickly wooded by mountainlair. And it was distinct heavy footed, and it didn't seem to be in any way trying to conceal itself in terms of the noise that it was making. And we listened for a minute and it would stop just for a brief second and start again. There was no doubt in my mind that it was something walking on two feet, so we got the rest of the group's attention. We went

completely quiet. When we did so, it stopped. We didn't hear that anymore that point in time, so we tried to do a few things to try to listen a response, and we got no response. The appointed time came for us to leave for a night hike. Our route we planned was too We go up the western end of a ridge that gradually ascended to the top of a long ridge. To follow that ridge, then turn south and go a couple hundred yards to an area where there

was a previous sighting, and we did so. We left out of camp, and once we got near the top of the ridge, just as we was completing our ascent, we heard the first of some of the strange sounds, the vocalizations. We would stop along the way and just listen. Now that's really all that happened for the first half of the hike. We reached the far eastern end of the ridge and as plan, we turned south and went a couple hundred yards. As we did so, we were

immediately hit by the quintessential smell. I've talked about it before, You've heard it spoken of on other shows and documentaries, but there was no mistake, and it was a stronger level of odor, indicating to me that something was closer to us as opposed to be in further away from us. As we reached the terminus of the direction we were traveling towards the south, we could hear some walking in the woods. The dog that one of the people had at one point in time choked its tail and began

to whimper. The smell was strong at that point, and finally one of the members of the group that had a thermal night sight picked up in the brush the clear, unmistakable thermal signature of something large. It was far enough into the thickly wooded area. This area had been previously clear cut about ten years ago, so it was thick

with scrub brush. It was thick with taller saplings. Picked it up on and off for a few minutes, but the smell never left us, and after a short period of time we decided that we were going to turn back and retrace our steps and head back to camp. And when we did turn around that the smell had not dissipated or and as we continued our hike, just as we were making our turn to start traveling due west, something was thrown and disturbed the foliage directly behind us.

We didn't ascertain what was thrown, it was something fairly large, so it created quite a stir in the foliage. But we noticed that off to our left, which would have been to the south, something was paralleling us. At the time, I estimated a couple hundred feet away at most. We would stop. My team member with the thermal scope was very voraciously scanned the area with the thermal scope and he picked up something. This something that was paralleling us.

It did so for fifteen minutes, and we picked it up on thermal almost the whole time, to the extent that everybody in the group had their turn at being able to look to the thermal site and see whatever this was off in the disk. It was obvious that it was bulky, very tall, and we could compare that by looking at other members of the group in the distance with the thermal compare what we saw there with what we saw into the woods, and it was obvious that it was large and bulky. The smell was still

very much strong. When we would stop. It seemed to stop walking at least most of the time, and we continue. We would make some headway. We would simply proceed forward to see what it would do, and it simply kept the same distance from us. But stayed up with us, and then there was one point when members of the group saw strange, unexplained lights. I got two of these strange lights, actually different color lights in the trees off

in the distance. It followed us for a while, and finally, as we were getting ready to descend off the western end of that ridge, it stopped. Soon the smell dissipated and we made our way back to camp. When we got back to camp, there was nothing else remarkable that happened from then until the time that most of us

started to bed down. However, after a couple hours after betting down, we begin to hear in the near distance some vocalizations, some howls, some hoops, tree knock, something hitting on a tree one time, and occasionally the faint whif. I could even smell at land in my tent, that faint but foul, strong odor that I've smelled and others

have smelled so many times in this area. In about three a m. That morning, Sunday morning, again something began to blurk outside of our camp, clearly the same thing, heavy steps walking on two feet, and it was far enough up the hill where we couldn't detect it visually. At all, but we could definitely hear it and smell it. Nothing else happened the remainder of the night. We woke up the next morning and there was good news. Everybody was alive and accounted for. So I'm handing all this

to you. You make of it what you will, but these things definitely happen. These are all physical things that we saw, that we heard, that we smelled. Something began to lurk outside of our camp. Clearly the same thing. Heavy steps walking on two feet. And oh yeah, by the way, I mentioned the pristine footprint on Leave You Hanging.

We cast it thirteen inches long, impressed in the dirt, almost three inches to whatever made this print, after comparing it to my impressions to how deeply my foot impressed the earth. Whatever made this was over five hundred pounds. I appreciate you, guys. I'll see you next week.