Archive 150 Bigfoot

say that he didn't believe in them. He then shared a story of something that happened to him, either before he left for World War Two or after he came home. He was at home on my grandfather's farm. A large field out in front of the house had been plowed and worked up ready to plant. That field and pasture was separated by a creek that ran between them. Part

of the pasture was also woodland and hills. He was on his way to the pasture, and as he crossed the yard, he heard a loud roar and then a scream, as if something had attacked a woman. He wondered what it was and began to walk the path to the creek to get a better look at the area of the field. The entire field was now in view, and he saw a big black thing that looked like a man crossing. It walked to the fence line at the edge of the field and stepped over the fence like

it was stepping over a doorway threshold. It then had to step over the bank to the creek and cross over it, and then up the bank to the other side. He said he watched it cross the pasture and walked into the woods. I was surprised that he even admitted to all this. This is my first encounter as a teenager. I grew up on a small forty acre farm that sat between two hills, otherwise known as a holler. My home was at the lower part of the farm, and in the narrow part between the hills. Dad had built

a pond for fishing. He charged money for the people to fish there, so it was a source of income and a source of water for our gardens. In the summer, I spent my youth roaming those hills, hunting and camping and wandering like farm boys do. One evening I was fishing, and just as it began to get dark, my sixth sense kicked in and I realized that something wasn't right. There were no frogs, singing birds, and bugs were silent. I realized that something was going on when I heard

something walking through the leaves just inside the woodline. I knew it wasn't a deer because at that time we didn't have deer in our area, and I knew it wasn't a bear because we didn't have them either. There was a long pause between each step, and I could tell it was stepping flat footed in the leaves. That sixth sense told me that it was time to leave, so I picked up my gear and I headed home. The sound followed me until I got to the dam, and then it just stopped. The next event happened in

two thousand and five. While I was working the evening shift at our main post office here in Huntington, West Virginia. I got off at eleven unless I had to work over. It was during the summer, so the nights were warm, and on this night, I arrived home at two am. When I pulled into my driveway, I got out of the car and I noticed that every dog for a mile around was barking. I wondered what had them riled

up about? That time, on the hill above the creek, I heard a huge roar that lasted for several seconds. It echoed off the hills, and the instant it stopped, every dog shut up. All I could do was smile and say, there's a bigfoot for sure. I was watching your channel on YouTube last night listening to a report with the Lady Cat that's Cat Rabbit from Alabama, and when you played the recording she had made, I told my wife that's exactly what I heard out here, just

not as deep sounding. Well, there's something for your records on West Virginia. I hope it was of some value. Keep up the good work and all the best for the coming year. I don't have the date on this, but I think I don't think this one's too old. But Danny, thanks for thanks for the well wishes on

the channel. I appreciate it. Your dad actually saw one, and then you experienced something which you I think used his experience and kind of came to the conclusion it was probably a bigfoot tracking you out of the woods when you were at that pond. Then you heard that howl above your house when you came home at two in the morning. I don't know what I would do if I heard something like that. I heard something weird out here. It was the weirdest sounding. It was an animal.

I'd like to imitate it, but I don't think I can. But it was one of those sounds that, all right, here's the truth. Sometimes I step out on my front porch and I just peep. My wife gets real aggravated with me. But the bathroom is way down the house, and the front porch is just right there. And I live right out in the middle of nowhere where nobody can see me. We don't have any street lights. We don't even have any lights outside unless you turn them on,

so it's dark. I go out there and pee in peace. You know. Well, I'm standing out there doing my business, and right in front of me the way I'm pointing, I could hear this thing making some kind of call. It was like a er er er, but it was different than that. It had more base to it. It kind of God. I don't think it was a bigfoot, I'm just telling you that right now. But it had

more like of a vibrating kind of a voice. But it sounded like it could either be a mile away or it could be like right in front of me, like out at my driveway, which is only a few yards, maybe thirty yards, Like it was right in the woods. I don't know. I don't know what it was. I don't think it was bigfoot, but it was some kind of animal making a noise that I had never heard. Do you know what I mean when I say it.

You can't judge the sound because you've never heard that sound before, so you can't really judge how far it was. But it sounded close, but it could have been half a mile away. I don't know. I don't know, but I haven't heard it again. I went out later that night. I went out the next two nights. It was dark and the moon was out. There was some light I could see, but I never heard it again. It's pretty interesting. I don't think it was a bigfoot, but it was

a weird sound. You know, sometimes cows those weird sounds. Whether people have cattle around here all over the place, and they make and mules are not mules, but donkeys, these little donkeys that people keep. My son used to have a couple of those. They make the freakiest sounds I've ever heard. Could have been something like that. Anyway, I'm just rambling on. Let's move on to another story.

Thanks Danny for the emails really good. I grew up on a small mountain called Beechy Ridge in Clay County, West Virginia. It's one of the tallest mountains in the region. One afternoon in the summer of nineteen seventy seven, my mother and I were sitting on our front porch when all seven of our dogs went on alert. As we looked around to find what had them on edge, a large animal ran on two legs from round the side

of the house and crossed our front porch. It passed the light my dad had mounted on an oak tree. That light was seven feet off the ground, and the animal was every bit as tall as that light, maybe taller. It was reddish brown, with long hair on its shoulders and arms. The dogs all began to chase after it, but less than five minutes later they all came running back with their tails tuck. Not long after that, we

had a visit at night. My dad worked at midnight shift at a coal mine forty miles away and widen. We kept two of our dogs inside with us. Dad had already left for the night when they began barking at the front and back doors. Something was walking around the outside, and then bam, whatever was out there had slapped the side of our house, and the dogs went silent. The smaller one went under the bed, and the larger one, pretty boy. He hopped up on the couch with my

younger brother. Go get the shotgun, my mother whispered as she hung a blanket over the front door to cover the multiple glass panes. When I came back with the gun, she was lighting a fire in the stove. Summertime and hot, and I gave her a strange look, and she said, it'll keep them from getting on the roof. It was the longest night of my life. We went around the house and covered all the windows before joining my brother

on the couch. Mama read the Bible with the loaded shotgun laying across her lap, and pointed at the door. A commotion came from the chicken coop. My brother and I looked helpless at our mother. Tears were welling up in our eyes. We'll have to sacrifice some chickens tonight, she said, with a calm voice that did nothing to disguise the haunted look in her eyes. It's the price we have to pay to save our own lives. She added. The next morning, when Dad came home, we were missing

twenty four chickens. Something had ripped off the roof of the coop. It looked like it had eaten at least three of them right there. Dad said, there were six chicken feet and some feathers there by the fence. The rest of the chickens were gone. He said, the booger's got them. Have you ever seen a booger before, my mother asked. She told me about when she was a little girl and lived in a small lumber mill boom Town in Clay County. My mother was born during World

War Two. Her father worked in the mill, operating the cris soak tanks for the railroad ties. They lived in a house at the end of the road on top of a hill. Mama and her sister walked through the woods every day to and from school and up and down that hill. One day, she and her sister had dilly dialed around the mercantile score, buying a poke a penny candy and playing with her friends after school. Suddenly they realized the sun was beginning to set, and they

knew they had to get home quick. Their mom would have supper on the table soon. They raced up the hill toward home, and they decided to take the shortcut through the woods to save time. They'd only gone a few yards when they began to hear heavy footsteps behind them. It was late summer, so the leaves were still on the trees. It made the woods much darker than the rest of the world, so they couldn't see who was following them. We have candy and you can have it.

Just leave us alone, they yelled, thinking it might be one of the older boys trying to prank them. Satisfied that they sufficiently told off the older boy, they continued walking a little faster now, and despite their bravado, they were a little frightened. As they moved faster, so did their stalker, and Mama's little sister panicked then and took off running, leaving her standing in the woods, crying, you're scaring me. Mama cried as she looked all around her.

Stop it, but the footsteps were getting closer. She took off at a brisk pace, but the footsteps were keeping up with her, and every once in a while, as she made her way up the hill, she glanced back over her shoulder, hoping to get a glimpse of whoever was back there. Finally, she reached the clearing in the woods where a house had once been but had long since burned down. She looked back again, and this time

she saw a massive black figure covered in hair. She dropped her candy in books as she broke into a dead run, with tears running down her cheeks and her lungs felt as though they would burst, but she didn't stop till she got to the front door of her own house. My grandmother was standing there waiting for her with a switch in her hand, but when she saw the look on Mama's face, she pulled her into her arms. What's wrong, honey, she asked, brushing away her tears. There's

a monster chasing me. Mamma, are you sure? Grandmother asked, yes. It was big and black, and it was covered hair. Mamma's words were coming in short blast between gulps of air. I dropped my candy in books at the old barnt house, she explained. My grandma thought to herself that Mama might have seen a hobo. She wiped away her tears and gave her a hug and sent her inside to clean up for supper, and that night, after my grandfather got home and the children were in bed, Grandma told him

what happened. Grandfather took his flashlight and pistol and walked down to the old burnt house to have a look around, and there he found my mother's books with three pieces of candy set on top of them. The bag and the rest of the candy were gone, and he saw what he thought were bear tracks in the area. But that was it. In nineteen fifty two, when my mother was seven and her sister was five, there was no information out there on Bigfoot. People here in West Virginia

had to go on what they knew. Back then, they knew about bears and hoboes and buggers in the woods. As for my mother, until the day she died at age seventy one, she never went in those woods alone again. My name is Julie and I went to Yellowstone in nineteen eighty eight with my father to celebrate my high school graduation. We went to a picnic spot right behind the Yellowstone Lodge. There was a grill to the left

and a picnic table to the right. We started to put out the food and the utensils and started the grill to have a bite to eat. All of a sudden we felt threatened. A rock came flying at my head. I poured water on the grill and ran to the car and we left everything there. I snapped one photo and then rock too hit the car and I looked up on the ridge and standing there was a giant, ten foot mucky, chocolate brown bipedal creature growling at us.

I could see small eyes, a brow ridge, a cone head, and a flat gorilla nose, huge canines top and bottom, bigger than a gorilla's. Long arms reached down to the knees, and I could see hands, not poles. I could see the feet, and the big toe was sticking out, but the feet looked like ours, except when he walked. He did so picking up the front of the foot and put it down. Legs were thick and looked like tree trunks, very muscular and short, round eyes, and they were brown

in color. The scream was primate or a tiger scream that filled the whole area, and I could feel it in my chest. And there was that awful smell, like a dead dog or garbage rotting in the sun. It would make you sick. Oh man, these smells just cracked me up. Okay, I'm sorry I did that, y'all. It just hits me when I read them. I think back on all the funny descriptions of smells. This girl had a traumatic experience. And I'm not trying not to laugh

at the story. But the smell descriptions, you have to admit, they're pretty good. They're pretty good. When it ran, the knees were at a ninety degree angle, and they were bigger than ours, and I could see the fir just coming off the body. When we got to the car and started to leave, this huge creature chased us down the road. It chased us seventy five hundred feet down the road. Dad told me to keep going, and I was trying to go faster. I look behind us, and

there he was. Now. I put the car in faster gear and we got away, and then he turned off into the woods. We drove all the way back to Jackson, and we got on a plane and we left. We made it home, and we left all the gear there on the ground. We didn't care the bigfoots could have it. I felt that we were food and that he wanted to do serious damage. Maybe he wanted it a side of the area. What I saw was another creature hiding behind a tree, and all I saw all was eyes.

I've studied wildlife conservation, animal science, birds, fire science, and virology. I don't know if that's a virology v I R L O G Y. I'm not sure what that is. This was no bear, because when a bear stands up, the paws are up in front of the body. This had no ears. The fur was stick and long, it had two legs, and it knew how to throw rocks. I'm sorry that many say these things are gentle, because they are not. I feel like David Pilates is right.

The people who go missing go missing because these creatures are taking them. They do not want us in their area of the woods. To me being chased away, mints, stay out, you're not wanted, Go away. I got the message loud and clear. I refuse to ever step in the woods again. The nightmares have not stopped, and I feel stuck in the woods and I see this thing come after me, and it was the scariest face I've ever seen. And now reading what I've written on paper,

it makes it more real. Leave them alone. And stay out of the woods. For me, I love the woods, but now I know the best thing to do is to stay in the city parks where I'm safe. I would hate to think if this happened at night, that it would have been fatal. I understand the park not saying anything, but I feel people should know for their safety. If you go in the woods, do so at your own risk. This is my story and I'm not lying or trying to get attention. This really happened. This is

what I saw. You can believe it or not. Many say that they're not real and then explain the DNA Prince scat Hare's vocal calls. They are real and they are out there, and what are they. I don't understand. Some kind of link between man and us is presented. We will not know. She signs off. Julie, that story is one that I did not edit for, you know, to polish it up and make it sound real good. And you can you can kind of feel how kind of choppy it is. There's very little punctuation. And I'm

not criticizing Julie. Probably ninety percent of the stories I get are like that, are written like this, and that's why when I say, we edit these. We edit them for a good listening experience for you, and so bring on the bring on the criticisms. I know it's coming that all these are fake stories, but they're not. They're not fake stories. They're actually emails that people send me, and we clean them up and we make them sound good. But back to this story, I y'all, Stone Park, nineteen

eighty eight. They stopped for a picnic. Something throws a rock at them. It spooks the Julie and her father. They douse the fire, get in the car, and then this thing throws another rock and hits the car and then chases them down the road. That's pretty that's pretty spooky. I mean, but you know what, I don't have many stories where people actually run into these things in Yellowstone. This may be one of the very few, if not the only story that I can remember, that has an

event in Yellowstone. And that's kind of interesting. Yellowstone's quite the beautiful remote area. All I know is grizzly bears. I want to ride my motorcycle through Yellowstone and I wonder, I wonder if a grizzly bear could chase me down on a motorcycle. I bet he could. I bet he could. And boy, if you slip in the gravel, they got you. They got you. Maybe I'm just a scaredy cat.