Twenty Feet from Bigfoot: A Bowhunter’s Encounter

was it was? Standing enough. I'm out here looking through the window now and I don't see anything. I don't want to go outside. Jesus Quice, you better hello, get somebody out here. Quin, I'm out there. I thought of a bitch of about taking fort nine. I don't know. Easy him out there. Yeah, I'm walking right.

But you're here to talk about your own personal experiences, So let's get into that first and foremost. Let me ask you this, What in the world got you interested in the subject of bigfoot sasquatch to begin with?

trying not to cut myself and everything. And he jumps ins trucks and takes off, and my wife said, who in the world was at I said, I got His name was Noose from Corbett. They just bloaded in up above us. He likes to hunt and fish and he'll see me in about two weeks and I'll probably never seen him again. But sure enough, in about two weeks

he showed up. We became great friends. His wife's family has some property, not the property that they was living on, but some more property that they would come up from Florida maybe once a year twice that the most a little cabin on eighty six acres. They would come up spend a weekend. And he said, since I've moved up here, let's make that us a place to hunt. And I said, man,

that sounds great. So we started going in and putting up deer feeders and cameras and stuff like cat They'd already had some cameras up in one feeder, but we put in a lot more. One day was up our work and he said, we've got to get even with my boys. I said, okay, what's going on. They had taken us set of Vallad deer horns out of the cabin and took it and stuck it in front of his trail camera. Now this was back when there's the

thirty five millimeter. They wasn't even digital yet. He said that he had got those pictures and his and Walmart and God Will developed in the first one he looked at was that set of fallider on. So Hey freaked out, telling his wife, get you junk, we got to go so long story short, his wife finally got him to look at more pictures and there was this boys and their friends holding up those deer horns in front of his trail captain. He said, so we've got to get

engling with him. And I said, I'll tell you what we'll do. My dad and one of his best friends found some tracks up here in the county we lived in, and there was about eighteen inches long back in the seventies. I said, trouble, I'll make us some big set of tracks and we'll go stalm from through the mud and stuff and make them think there's a big foot up here.

And he said, oh, so I did. I made a set of tracks, stuck them and trembling, ronded the toes and made them look real good, attached from to the bottom machine. Here. Boys, they was in their twenties and thirties. They have a band that they was in. They were playing here locally, so they was up all night sleeping late, and we snuck up our made from fake tracks and

broke some limbs and all that kind of stuff. Snuck back out, and he said, they're gonna call me after they wake up and I'll come up here and we'll shoot some guns and stuff. And I told him, I said, I can't be with you because I'll get the life in too much. So he went back and they walked out by the tracks. Didn't even see it. He told them, you's got me on the deer horns, and they ain't getting me on this. They said, what he said, this

big track right here. When they seen the track that we'd made, they freaked out, there's a big foot up here, just on their trapper. If we can get pictures of this thing, we'll make millions of dollars. I can't believe we got a bigfoot. They took it hook line and Sinker had to play a gig that night, and they told their dad, said, we're canceling. We're going to go buy trail cameras. We'pend every bit of money we got on trail cameras and put them in the woods get

pictures of this thing. Their dad told them said, no on that. You've donet and give the man your word that you're going to be there. You're going to be there. So when they went to do their gig and their dad went with them. I snuck back up and got my shoes and done some more stuff. I turned chairs over, throw clothes around outside and all that stuff. And they come in at two thirds in the morning and seen worry I'd been up there, and they called the dad,

Bigfoot's been back, and he said, in your face. So that's how I got started in it. But the bad thing was not long after that we started having encounters. We was up there to kill a wild holl that was coming in and rooting his yard up, and we got up in the attic of the house. Three raccoons come out in the yard, stayed for probably ten twelve minutes, and then they turned around to run back into the bush, and something grabbed one of them and it roared. It

wasn't a bear. I knew that. I didn't know what it was because of the sound that it made, and everything went dead quiet. The coon quit squawlling. It had killed the coon. Then in just a few minutes it started whistling, and wor's that and there with the window open, thinking that hog was going to come out, but instead it was the big foot grabbing the coon. When it roared. I told my buddy, I said, I don't know what that is. I said, that's not a bear. Bears don't

make that sound. It's not a dog. That wasn't a dog bark. I've never heard that sound before in my life. So we sat there and then it started whistling, and I said, I definitely don't know. Number one what made the sound. Number two jumped on the full sized raccoon, killed it within three four seconds, and then can whistle. None of this is making sense. We set there and listened to it for probably five ten minutes, just whistling,

and that would whistle about every fifteen twenty seconds. We turned the light on to come down out of the house. We was going to leave because we didn't know what it was. We knew the hog what in coming out, and as soon as we turned that light on, the whistling stock and that was the first run in with one of them that I had. After that, the more that we was on the property where nobody had been on it much, the more we was on there, the more encounters we was having, having sticks throwed at us,

having rocks throwed at us. Then when we tried to tell people what was going on that oh yeah, big Foot, because we'd played the oak on them earlier, so we couldn't get nobody to believe us that went on. That was in two thousand and eight. Every time we was up there, they would do something, whether it was screaming, yelling, throwing rock, putting brush in our trails, going up to our deer stands, messing with the feeders, taking the corner out of the feeders. All of that stuff is just

grew from there. Once he passed away, I no longer had the land that I could go on there. But luckily for me, I have run in to them and other places have got some good research areas. And actually just right across the ridge from their property was Pup Game Lens. That is where I saw my first one being Dwight Campbell was up there walking in and DWIGHTE. Campbell and while Trent had at the time it was

called Dirty South squatching. Now it's called Sashquatrecon and I'm part of that group as well as the NCI group. But they was the one that got me to do in research when Newson was alive. When we found stuff, I would bring it home, show them wife and kids, grandkids, that kind of stuff and then just delete it. But they was the ones that got me to do an audio research in recordings, actually documenting stuff. Many Dwight was

walking downto one of our areas. We've gone round the road and at the time we had two dogs and their name was Fendi and Gaudy, and they come and got under our feet and when they did that, we knew that something was around. And we're standing there talking about it and we can smell it, and the clear cut up above me, I see it moved just a little bit, just enough for me to notice it. We

keep standing there talking about smelling it. We had been standing there probably close to ten minutes talking about it, and it moved again, and I told White, I said, there's up then moving in the clear cut. It's just thick. I can't see. But there was no birds that was one of those. Were no birds making sounds, no quirls running around, nothing, and that movement was just out of

place because nothing else was going on. And he took his camera zoomed in and we actually got a picture of it behind a big burn of dirt, watching us go around the road, and it followed us a mile and a halfe in to a research area and back out almost to the truck. It followed us within fifty yards of our vehicle. That was the first one that I ever put eyes on. Since then, I have seen four more. The closest one would actually be the very

next one I saw. The second one I saw, I was in another part of the woods here in the county. I lived in Macon County in North Carolina. I went to another place that I liked to bowl, and I was walking up the ridge and bow hunting, going to go up to the top ridge and say it where it's flat. I was walking up through there. One of them come out from behind a big oak tree within I'd said it had to be within twenty feet of me. It took five big steps and turned around and looked

at me over its shoulder. And it didn't turn its body. It just looked over its shoulder at men and my brain. I'm thinking, my brain's trying to process what am I looking at, because here's something walking out seven and seven high feet tall on two legs, long arms, broad shoulders.

It took those five steps the best I can remember, because I only took a quick look at its face, when it turned to look at me, and then I started looking to see if there was another one, because I didn't know if I was going to have to try to defend myself or walk not having a firearm on me only having my crossbow. That if I was more than one of them, I was in trouble. It took those five steps, turned and looked at me, and

then it dropped down to all fours. I have never in my life seen anything move as fast as what that thing did. It takes all I turned back around to look again to make sure nothing else is coming out, and I can't find it. It got gone that quick. The best I remember, it had the paddy looking face, just like on the pattershing Dimlin fim. What I remember the most about it was the way it looked so funny running on all the four because its hons was

so much longer than its back legs. It was actually jacked up in the front, or like a hyena looks longer legs in the front than the back end. I stood there for probably ten or fifteen minutes just trying to figure out where it went. I never saw it no more. I can't say that it disappeared because he could have got across the open woods where I was at in just a few seconds. So I ain't going to say that it turned into his bore or close or done nothing like that. I just don't know what

happened to it. He just got gone that area. I've had quite a few encounters in there. That's actually one of the areas I'm getting ready to just more investigate and then this year, because it seems like the last few times i've been in there deer hunting, turkey hunting and stuff, I've had run ins with them. So I'm going to start like that. One of my main priorities. Another one that I saw, me and Dwight Campbell was

in Cage's Cove. We was going around the loop on Cage Cove and they told me, said there was one just went behind I blowed over tree. I had my thermal binoculars. This was during the daytime. My binoculars will detect takee signatures out the eighteen hundred yard The rangefinder on my binocular said that the tree was around five hundred and ninety five yards somewhere around and there. You could see this thing's shoulder come out every once in a while and that once a while you'd see it's

on move. One time it peeked out and we're sitting there and cars are going by. This woman pulls off. My truck had bigfoot stuff all over it. She walked up and she said, or you're looking for those creatures in here? And I said, yes, ma'am, we're actually watching one right now, and she jumped in her car and took off. That was the third one that I saw. The fourth one I got another real good look at

because it was in one of my research areas. It was on December the first of two thousand and twenty two. I'd come out of my research area changing my audio over cords out and my trail cameras and all that stuff, and it's deer season, so I thought, I'll just go back around the road where I walked in and find me a place to hunt. So I walked around road and found me some deer signed and sat down. And I've been sitting there by the iron and I felt like something was watching.

at me. I just sit there and look at it, and then by brain clicks and I think I need to try to get a picture of it whatever I can. So I grabbed my phone, and I had just gotten a knife phone and stood the old flip phone. I can't get it to sue men like I want. I was wanting to get a close up look at its face. So I laid my phone down and I'm watching it over my shoulder, and as soon as I put my hand on my gun, I wasn't going to shoot it, but I just wanted to look for the stop on

my rifle to get a better look at it. And as soon as I put my hand on my gun, it stepped back behind the trees and all I could see was its left show. I stood there was looking through my rifle and everything, and I thought, I don't want it to think I'm going to hurt it. So I laid my gun back down and just started watching it, and it would not leave. So I thought, I'm just after I'm not paying it any attention, and I turned my head and was watching it down in my peripheral

and I could see it moving. It went from standing up down to all fours and started crawling like an army crawl, and crawled from one clunk of trees to another one, and then it started back across the ridge, crawling on all the fours. And when it done that, I turned around and started watching it. It crawled back over in to where my research area was at. That

was the fourth one that assault. Then this year we were part of the South Carolina Bigfoot Festival, which me and you do a lot of festivals together, even though we don't get time to taller. But we had left that festival on Saturday night. We was going to go squatching at a place where we got bluff chart. We left all of our stuff with the health because we was going to have to come home and get our thermals and their guns and all of that stuff because

we didn't want to have that at the festival. So we had stopped and got Saturday, and after we'd rested a little bit, everybody said, I'm taller. We may not come back out, and I told him, I said, if you want me to, I can take hip and show you where we got bluff charge staff because it's on the way home and it's only eighty five ninety yards from the truck. I said, it won't take us long to walk out there. They said, yeah, that'll be good.

So luckily we did have flashlights in the truck. We got up there, my buddy Robert Deffler was talking to his wife, had been talking her a while because she was having trouble with one on their farm that they called Gina. So I handed him a flashlight and told him, I said, whenever you get through talking, just come around the road. You'll say our lights because we're not going that far. As soon as me and Brian Sawyer his

girlfriend Laura. As soon as we stepped out of the truck and shut the door, we had to yell over to our left. I told Brian I said, I'm glad something mates noise, because I was afraid we'd come up here and you didn't just think I didn't know what I was talking about. I just taking somebody to a spot. And then you don't see nothing, don't hear nothing, I said, at least we got to yell out of them. We went ahead and got her shoes on it because I had t shoes on, putting my squatching boots home, got

her flashlights and everything. We started using around the road. Then it yelled again. That was again on our left hand side. We got behind the gate, walked maybe ten yards behind the gate, and there's a tree that's been laid across the road and on both ends of it it's had stuff woven into it, so it didn't follow their naturally. So we looked at that and documented it stepped across that. No more got across it. Then we

heard a yell on their right hand side. So now we've got them on our right in or left, and we just keep using it because we're almost out tofore we had the bluff charge. We get out there and I'm showing them where it was at a tree that you could see where five fingers went around us pine tree and just rip the bark and stuff off of it. I got to show them that and some tree brakes

and all that stuff. Them were found about a fourteen poort and half inch track and we're just looking at that stuff, not really expecting anything much other than the yells. We see Roberts light of coming around the road and I hollered at him. I said, come on around the road. We're gonna walk just a little bit further and then we'll turn around to come back. And he said, y'all might not want to do that. We ain't got nothing

for him, with like, ain't got nothing for what. We come back out into the road and him loft the old logging road and we told him was going to go around the road, and he said we better not do that. We ain't got nothing for him, and we said, ain't got nothing for what. And as he was coming around where we heard yell, on the right hand side, there was a heel right there, and then a little

old road cuts back in it. When he come to where that road was at, something caused his attention, and they swirled around and said he saw about a six six and eye high foot dog men with blue glowing eyes. Every dently it was coming in to get in behind us. Didn't know Robert was there. And then Robert come from around behind that hill and they all the loft, running into each other head on, and it took off back down the mountain. So we said we ain't got nothing

for that for sure. So we started walking back out to the truck and I look at the hill above the truck and there's two glowing eyes. Now I've never seen the glowing eyes before. I saw these dog lights on them. Know nothing, They're just two big eyes. I would say they was sixty yards away from us when I see the holler and tell the guys that I've got glowing eyes in front of us, and Ryan says they're shutting coming. The one that was on the left is now coming in behind us. We don't know where

the dog man went. We thought we'd better raise back in this truck. But I'm standing there looking at them eyes. I ain't wanting to leave because I finally got to see some blow and eyes. Every time I put my head lamp on it hid it in the eyes, it would either turn its head or close its eyes. I honestly believe it was turning its head because you could see, like when you're looking, you can see the start of the eyes, the orange. Then it's turned its head and

then there's both eyes. We stood there for just a few minutes doing that. Behind the truck. One starts trying to say, I'm like a hoodah. So we've got the one in front of us on the right, the one coming in behind us. We don't know where the dog man is, and now we've got one behind the truck. So we finally get back to the truck. On my truck, I've got all kind of dog lights and bright lights and all that, and I was going to try to get it and hit the one up on the hill

that had the eye shine. So I get back to my truck a little bit ahead of them because I told them watch if it takes off of whatever, then we'll know. But they were back behindly. The woman behind the truck keeps a hollering, so I'll get to messing with it, hollering like an owl. It was coming closer, and I finally didn't their lot, so I knew where it was at it it finally got to where it could see what was going off. It had come off the ridge and finally got to where it could see

my truck. When it got to where it could see my truck, it was hollering at me. But as soon as it seemed to other guys coming around the road, so by then they wasn't going to hang out with the dog man anymore and they was coming kill me. It shut up, so we got in the truck and drove down the road about three four hundred George and pulled off. We was just going set the and listen see if we could hear anything back up where the

truck was at. They started barking like dogs. It was the weirdest thing, one of the weirdest things I've had. There was two of them, and one of them would do a high pitch bar and the other one would do a load pitch, and the load pitch it would bark twice. It sounded close to a doll, but then on the third one you could tell it wasn't because he'd go oh like that, and the high pitched one

done pretty good. But we could tell that the sound of coming right from where we just left, because there's no houses around there, no word that a dog would have been up where we just left. So Robert gets out and we're talking about how they're doing that, and he gets out and does a whoop and they shut up. So that was the life one I saw was the one with the eyes of shining. But we've had all kinds of encounters. I've had rocks throwed at me. I've

heard them talk. They do have a language. I've heard that two times. My budget property before heat passed away, me and him was in their deer hunting in the same week. On a Tuesday and a Thursday of the same week. I heard them setting in, two of them talking back and forth to each other. It's just been a roller coaster. Just to be honest with you, it's one of those things. I think when you encountered these creatures,

usually one or two things happen. You either don't want nothing to do with them, or you want to learn more. I've been doing this since two thousand and they it honestly seems like I have more questions now than I did one we storting. It's just a never ending thing. I've heard people say that they attached to you. I don't know if that's true or not, but I do know that every one of my areas that I used to hunt in they now have bigfoots in they wasn't

there before. I've never saw the structures or got yelled dad or screened that. But that's how I got into it. Like I said, it has just been a roller coaster ride, to be honest, because you go out and you don't see nothing. You don't see nothing, you don't hear nothing, and then when you're about to give up, one will yell or show itself or whatever, and you get that sparked again and you can't give up. It's like golf. It definitely sounds like it's been a roller coaster.

there logging or nothing. But when we come and got almost out to the main road, we looked up and there's a pine tree about the big around as a telephone pole, and you could see where one finger had drafted around one side and the other four fingers had dropped around the other side, and it had just pulled the bark and it was a white pine and it had just peeled everything back, and it done that while me and my dad was around the road. It wasn't

they're when we went in. So I was going to take Dwight Campbell and Robbing Moonshadow down there and showed them on where the handprint was on the tree. We got down there and pulled up to the gate ported and got out and started a round through there. We heard if I had mistaken it was a knoll off to our left, and that it was actually worth the same spot where Rob the dog Man when we was there, but anywhere on the right hand side. We heard the knock, and we dropped off down in there and looked at

some structures and all that stuff. Come back up into the main road and just had started to get on the logging road to go out to where that tree was where my dad was going to hunt. Up on the ridge above us, we hear something stark screening. I've heard quite a few vocalizations, but I've never heard it do that kind of vocalization. Hit what the normal whoop? You could tell that it was irritated. I'll just put it that way. It comes down state out of side

the wall. We couldn't see it, but we could hear it, and it come off the ridge above us, come down and got between us and the vehicle, and it started vocalizations so loud, your whole bodies vibrating. That is, honestly, out of all my years of doing this, that's the first time I've ever put my hand on my gun. Because it was between us and the vehicle. We knew not to run. We just stood there because where we're

going to run to. If we run the other way, it's going to be taking us further away from the vehicles. And like I said, we know not to run because it's like a cat and a mouse. If we played dead, then a lot of times they lose interus. So we just stood there, every one of them throw the listening. Finally it hushed and moved off. We went and found them where she had come down the hill, dropped off, done in there and then line a sight of from where she was at before she started to make the noise.

We looked from where we was at. We found a big nest that had been woven together.

and the little one. She's seen us and come off the ridge and got her little one and then moved off. That's the best scenario we could come up with.

once you actually started having activity. And I guess the second part of that question is have you ever regretted telling anybody what's happened to you because of the way that they've reacted, whether it be a friend or somebody that's in your family. So I guess that would be the two part question.

having to do it on our own. For Salon the part about telling anybody. It was one of those things that I, honestly, for a long time, had to come to grips with myself because growing up here, I thought I knew pretty much everything that was going on in the woods. I know people are going to say, yeah, we hear that all the time I started actually falling

my dad hunting and fishing. I formed in fishing before I could hardly walk, but hunting since I was six years old, been fortunate enough to see the black panthers, mountain lions, and red wolfs here in the county that I live in. So I thought I had a pretty good grasp on everything that was supposed to be there. For about the first year. Honestly, it got to words.

I didn't know if I was making myself, you know what I mean, if my mind was playing tricks on me, or if the strains and the stuff that was happening was actually happening. I don't usually talk about religion and all that stuff, but I am a Christian. It was bothering me so bad, I said, Mord, I just need to answer. I need to know if I'm putting too much into this, and this stuff is not actually happening, then I'm bringing it on myself. Then I need to know because I need to take a break from it.

I had an old picture that I'd had for probably four years that I thought it was real. Dark when the trail cam to it, I thought it was the hind end of the deer. And the thought comes to my head, take that picture on my computer and lighting it up. When I lightened it up, you can see a shoulder and a head. It's other shoulder leaning out from behind a tree. I thought, Okay, I'm fine with it. Know they're real. Now, I know what's going on is not me believes in my ever loving mind, know what's

happening is actually happening. Since then, I've not ready cured what other people thought. I don't want to be a Jersey even if people make fun of them. My own brothers that don't believe. Even though I've seen them, my son has seen them, when my daddy's seen them, they still don't bleed it. You can believe it if you want to or not. Because even though people may make fun to do whatever, make fun, call you crazy, whatever, that still don't change the fact of what I've seen

and what I know. So the first part of it was finally coming to grips with it that it is real. And once other new call fred evidence and saw that picture, then it's not bothered me. Since, like I said, I don't care what people say. I'm really not trying to be a jerk. Why would you let it bother you that somebody don't believe you when you know what you know?

So that's just the way I look at it. If people want to believe me, that's find and if they don't judge, fine, they're the one that has to deal with that. All I've got to do is deal with what I know. I am right there with you.

do you think there's more at play? Here because there are people in the community that feel like there may be more to these creatures, and that they actually show themselves to certain people that can handle it or meet certain criteria those kind of things. Do you think your experiences have been random or do you think there's something that's more deeply connected to the subject and maybe these creatures and maybe even your involvement in it.

don't know when you're a thread or not. Because on my buddy's property, after about the first year in the height, all the streaming and yelling and all of that stuff quit. Then it was just messing with us by putting stuff in our trails or throwing rocks and that kinds of not trying to hit us, but let us know when it was time to go. You've been dear hunting out

here all day. It's time for you to go, and they usually start thirty forty yards out, and then they get a little closer and a little closer until you got up and lift. I think once they see that you're not going to bother them and they accept you, that they do show their shelf more readily to you because they know that you're not going to balk them.

I do wish a million times over that when I saw the one on the first dead December, that I had never picked my gun up, even though I couldn't get my phone to work like I wanted it to. I wish I'd have just kept looking instead of picking my gun up, because I don't want them to think that I'm going to hurt them. I think they do have a sense of humor. I think some of the stuff they do just to aggravate you off. When I find stuff in my trails, I always clean it out

Nine times out of ten. When I come back, something else will be done. I think they do it just to interact. I'll give you this story if we've got time. I was going into one of my research areas I hadn't been in there for a few weeks. I started noticing all of these laurel bushes broke down across my trail. So I'm cleaning it out, moving stuff from documenting it. I get up to this one open spot there's brainshits

broke off about seven minute half, they tigh. So I'll get my phone out and document it and break it on off and throw it down, and I go wold up the old logging road down I'm in. I go through this laurel thicket that I've got a trail cut through. They had stuck a stick through it sideways that we would have hit me across the chest. So I got my phone out, documented that and showed that there was no way to stick fell through that world it throwed it out, come on the other side and sat down.

There's a rock comes over and lands out in front of me, out in the old clear cut again. I get my phone out and said, they throw the rock here, and it comes from behind me face takest me at least the iron I have to walk into. So I'm setting there resting and the rock comes down. I go on in and change my stuff and I get back down to where I broke at limb. All there's two fresh limbs landing in the tree that had just been brought. You can see the white bark they walked there. Number one,

I would have removed them. With the white shining like it was, there's no way I would have missed it. So I took those two, got my phone documented it. Throw you out and I had to go in this real tight spot. And when I started into it, to hear one growl and my hearing's knocked the beast. It growled, and I thought, well, you crazy thing. I ain't got time to fool you. So I went on through and as it come out, it ground again, and again I just acted like I didn't hear it. I get ready

to step across the branch. Here's another limb that would have hit me across the bridge of my nose, laid up in across the trail. It wasn't there when I come to you because I had to move it to god across branch. So get my phone out, document that. Get back down into the main logging road and headed back towards your truck. And there's a locust trade that I had to go under. Here's a mapful tree about

the big round. He's just softball that's been broke over the top of the locust tree while I was up in there, and they've done all that while I was gone. So me, firstly, I think they just locked to mess with you. Just let's see what he does with this. Let's see what they do with that.

discovered by science that has evolved. For me, I don't think I'm in the same place today that I was, say, five or ten years ago in the subject. So let me ask you this, what is the motivation for you that keeps you going out into the woods looking for these things? Is it to have more experiences? Is it to document? Is it to get the final proof that they're real. What is it for you that drives you to keep going out day after day looking for these things?

right there. If these creatures are smart enough to sit and talk back and forth and me listen to them, then I don't need to kill one of them prove that you're real. So my whole thing is, I really don't care about the proof and all of that. I would just like to know where they come from. Have they always been here that kind of stuff. I would like to know how they know what trail cameras are. They're intelligence. I'll push this with both of mine now

of the water. I'll just put it that way. The smarter than I've ever thought about being to me, I just want to find out those kind of answers we have heard metallic sayings. I've actually got them on the audio recorders. Is that something that you're doing? Because I've heard cowdies start yelping and screaming, the big foot yells exactly where the kyle these are? We get to walking towards it, we here's something. It sounds like a melt pot being beat on with the woods fun Lots of

the kind of questions I've got. Are you using kyldies to hunt with which I've heard a lot of reports that they do. What is that metallic sim? And I ain't saying they are able to go from dimension to dimension, but if they're able to what's that metallic sim? Because I've heard it quite a few times, and I've talked to a lot of research you shits say they've heard it.

So that's the kind of questions I have. I honestly believe you could have the best video in the world and people still won't say that's too clear, There ain't no way it's real. Then if you get a worry one that's too borry, that ain't real. So you're not going to convince the public. Even the government has come out and said UFOs is real, some people still say they ain't, so you're not going to convent people, so

I give up on that part. I'd like to try to find out learn as much about them as I can. How do they walk without leaving footprints? Good example is my buddy Bob Trent and Dwit Campabill was down in I think it was the South Mountains and there at this big old field that's been ploilled up plant for the deer and stuff, and they get to walk in that field just looking for trash. In the middle of the field is one single track. There's no other track.

It's forty fifty yards on each side to the edge of the field, and there's one trum dead center in that field. How did they do that? That's the stuff that I'm more interested in, more of the proven it. If I get proof and we get to share it, that would be great. But I'm just looking for Cammon knowledge. Where you're from, has your mom and them that kind of stuff.