Archive 176 Bigfoot

on three sides, with a couple of pedestrian bridges. Thick old oak trees covered the steep bluff and a horseshoe shape around this flat picnic area where there were a few pavilions and a parking lot. I think that day was a holiday because there were a lot of people there throwing frisbees and playing at the playground. My group had settled into a pavilion just across the creek from the dense woods. There were bushes and trees so thick

you couldn't see into it at all. We were just enjoying the day, grilling on the barbecue and having some beers out of nowhere the bushes violently rustled, and a flock of birds flew wildly up into the sky. It sounded like Niagara Falls. It was really loud. It was so startling almost everyone in the small park stopped and looked. Then there was a monstrous, chest rattling growl that lasted for probably fifteen seconds. It was like the rumble coming

out of an old steam engine. We were in absolute shock, and then there were these earth shaking stomps that we all felt through the concrete floor of the pavilion. Without even thinking, we dropped everything and ran to the parking lot, along with a dozen other people. I have no experience with hunting, and I'm not familiar with wildlife, so I asked one of my friends, who does hunt. Do you think that was a deer or a cow? That was no deer or cow, he replied. We stood there for

about ten minutes and didn't hear anything else. So we eventually went back to the pavilion and got our stuff, and everybody went home. Some of us were pretty certain that we knew what this thing was. Just as a side note, back in the seventies there were all sorts of UFO sightings and strange lights in this area that

even made it into the newspaper. A friend of mine was a park ranger who lived in the ranger house at Beaver Creek, and he said he woke up one night when there was a full moon and he saw three massive black figures moving through the prairie grass. He thought they might be cult members because they looked like they were wearing robes with pointed heads. He never felt comfortable there. I moved to Houston in nineteen eighty. I

have come back to retire. Compared to Houston, Sioux Falls as a safe and convenient place, and I haven't read or heard anything of such activity in the past twenty years. There are other strange activities that took place at that time. If you'd like, I'll send more of these events. I just don't want to bore you. So I'm thirty nine years old and I live in DeSoto County, Mississippi. My family owns land near Jackson, Tennessee, and that's what turned

me onto your program. I always had a minor interest in Bigfoot from a kid, but I remained quite skeptic on the subject, and I thought if it was real, that it would only exist in the Big mountain terrain. My YouTube suggested a video of yours one day about Bigfoot in the Hatchie Wildlife Refuge, an area that I was familiar with that wasn't far from our family land on the Forkadeer River. I have been in the woods since my grandpa started dragging me around at two years old.

I've hunted and spent time in our isolated hunting cabin my whole life. I'm still an avid hunter and river rat. I hunt everything from gators to deer. I have spent a lot of time, both day and night in the woods of North Mississippi and West Tennessee. I have seen many things in almost every animal that lives in these areas. In twenty and sixteen, late in the hunting season, we were hunting rabbits in Holly Springs National Forest. We had called it today and we were headed home, my brother,

my stepdad, and me. It was late afternoon and still light out. We just turned off Highway seven headed west towards home when we passed a narrow side road just off the highway. Crouching down in the middle of that side road was something that I can only describe as looking like a chimpanzee. With its back to us. It appeared to be eating or rummaging through a trash bag lying in the road. Its hair was black and matted like a chimps and dirty looking. I say it was

crouching because it was on two feet, not four. We immediately asked each other what we thought we had just seen. We all agreed that it wasn't a dog, and it sure wasn't a hog, and that it was in fact some type of a monkey. We know chimps don't live wild in Mississippi, although when we were kids there was a man who lived in our subdivision that in fact had a monkey living on a chain link cage that took up his entire backyard, and we would oftentimes ride

our bikes over to look at it. So it didn't seem impossible that someone may have had a monkey that got loose, though it's highly unlikely. My brother did make a comment that people have mentioned an ape man around Holly Springs. We laughed a little and left it at that and continued home. After coming across your program and another that I listened to, I now think that what we saw was possibly a juvenile bigfoot. If it would have been standing, I would put it around six feet

in height. I enjoy your program, and when I started hearing the stories from around this area and areas that I hunt on your show, I was hooked. The President's Island story got me too. We have a small plot of hunting land near there in the Ensley Bottoms. I once heard a scream that was very close to my ladder stand, right before daylight one morning that really messed

with me, and that I could not identify. I spent the rest of that day listening to Bobcat, Panther, Fox and code sounds on the Internet trying to identify it. It reminded me of a wild woman screaming in agony. It was burned into my mind and only recently did I hear it again. It was on a recording from a YouTube of a bigfoot screaming. Thanks for your stories

and making my trips home go by so quickly. We don't know everything God created, but I was always told to keep an eye open and carry a gun and a lighter in the woods because you never know what situation you'll find yourself in, and you never know what's out there. Thanks again. I'm not quite sure how to start this series of encounters with what I now believe to be bigfoot in Connecticut. It could be what is termed repressed memories that I think must have been triggered

by something recently. But when I started writing down the memories I had about this, more thoughts came back on this subject. Specific My area, Seymour, where these encounters occurred was a combination of medium sized farms which were slowly giving way to the building of homes, so the area was a mix, and that area was only a short ride of way to the neighboring city of an Sonia.

We lived on old an Sonia Road, which backed right up to a two thousand acre tract of watershed property which now is a part of the Naugatok State Forest. Divided by only one road, Connecticut State Route three point thirteen. This tract of land includes two large reservoirs, numerous ponds, swamps, and streams. This is where the encounters started. My earliest recollection of something unusual was steering a family ride and a car through this reservoir area with my mom and dad.

I was at best around six or seven years old in the back seat as we passed one of these reservoirs, back then, my mom and dad spotted something crouching down to the reservoir looking down into the water. My mom exclaimed, John, look at that, what is that? My father slowed the car and said, I don't know. It looks like someone in a monkey suit. Now, why would anybody be dressed up like that? I was able to get to the car window in time and remember seeing a dark figure

next to the waterline looking down into it. We had no knowledge, experience, or any thinking at all that there were such things as bigfoot. By the time I reached ten years old, us and neighborhood kids were fully into that forest, exploring, camping and hiking, and never ever leaving trash or a mess. We were almost like stewards of the forest. We were literally in that woodland area every day that we could go, sometimes even on school nights, and in the rain, no problem there either. We simply

put on our raincoats and we went out. Over time, we camped deeper and deeper into the woods, and one area became our favorite, nestled right into a grove of tall evergreens, we pitched camp, made our camp fire, and enjoyed ourselves for sometimes a week at a time. During the summer. What we didn't realize was the way we broke the branches and small logs for our fire was to strike the branches against trees in order to break them into smaller pieces. Again, we did not even have

thought as to what bigfoot was. But looking back now, we broke sometimes a full quart of branches in just one day, sometimes on and off for hours, and in the nighttime two for our fire. It was fun. From what I know now, this is one of the ways that Bigfoot communicate. It was during the night during one of these summer camping trips one of the younger boys in our neighborhood group, called a Little Billy, started shouting and then he was crying. He was visibly shaking. This

was no joking on his part. We had absolutely no idea what had just happened to him. When his brother and the rest of us got him calmed down, he explained that he saw a monster in the woods let by our campfire. Now, I've only seen one other time in my life someone shake like that, and that was years later when someone at work was having a seizure. We convinced little Billy there was no such thing as monsters and we got him calmed down. His reply was

very sincere. Then what did I just see? A minute later, a rock came flying into the camp near the fire. We thought it may have been a vagrant or someone throwing things, so we grabbed our BB guns and opened fire in that direction where the rock came from. Oh, you guys were cowboys. Soon another rock came and we again shot in the dark. At that point, little Billy wanted to leave, so his bigger brother had to walk him all the way home at night because he didn't

want to stay there. The rest of that evening was quiet. During another camping trip in this same area, at night, I smelled a very strong skunk oder come into the camp when we were all sleeping in our six man tent. I didn't hear any footsteps, but then someone started urinating on the side of our tent. I sat up, did a head count, and all of us guys were in the tent. This lasted a good sixty or ninety seconds. It was a very strong stream at one spot on

the tent. I didn't know what to think, attributing it to maybe rain or something pouring out of a tree overhead. I just didn't know, so I laid back down and I went to sleep. During other times, while we would go hiking, we would come across a number of branches shaped like a blind that a hunter would set up, and also sometimes shape very purposely into an X. We wondered who would be doing this. There was absolutely no

hunting on this track of land. People were not even allowed into this entire watershed area, and there were plenty of no trespassing signs along the state highway. We also would come across younger trees, perhaps ten or eight feet high and maybe one to two inches in diameter, broken in half and pointing in a certain direction. We would stop and look at these trees and wonder why in the world would someone do this. Some of those broken trees were freshly broken, as sap would still be oozing

out of the broken limb. Other times we would find broken branches and trees formed into some type of barrier. This was not a random falling of trees because the limbs were interwoven, definitely showing some type of intelligence, but we had absolutely no idea what or who would do this In the middle of these woods. A number of times we would also find smaller, completely uprooted evergreen trees pulled out of the ground with the root showing and

push back into the ground upside down. We would look also at these and again could not understand why this occurred. Through my later research, I learned possibly this is some type of food signal. During more than a few of our hikes, both in the summer and in the winter, we would be walking in the woods and hear someone trailing us off to the side. We would stop and

the noise would stop. A few times we caught it as we would all stop walking at the same time and the noise would travel another two or three more steps. We would yell, hey, we caught you, but no one answered back. At other times, we would be on a hike to go play in the brook or one of the swamps, and some of us got hit by acorns as we walked. Of course, we blamed it each other for this, and everyone would honestly deny it one hundred percent of the time. If someone was fooling around, they

would fess up and the issue would be over. Not when this happened, though, no one took credit for the acorns. Other times I would go for a hike by myself during the day and I would hear a very distinct and clear whistle right near me. I stopped and would look around, and I could swear someone was looking at me, and I got a strange feeling that I wasn't alone, but I couldn't see anyone. I turned around and I

went home. One warm, clear summer night, I decided to go on a night hike all by myself, no flashlight, nothing, just by moonlight. I got about a half mile into the woods and peered into the darkness near our favorite camping spot, and I froze. I could swear someone was there, and among the evergreen trees, the literal hair on the back of my next stood up and it stayed like that. I didn't see any glowing eyes or anything like that, but I could swear there were what I feel like

separate individuals present in the trees. I turned around and ran back down the path as fast as I could. As I was running, a rock came crashing through the trees next to me on my right. I continued to run got to the last part of the path, which I needed to climb up a steep hill. All the while doing this by moonlight, I kept saying to myself don't turn around, don't turn around. I kept repeating this to myself until I got to the top of the hill,

ran to my house, and I got inside. My mother was there in the kitchen and said, what's the matter with you? You look scared. Of course, I said nothing at all, and I just sat down and I had a cold drink of water. I believe this evening, heike is what started a number of incidents that happened at our house in the next years to follow. It could very well be that these animals or bigfoot followed me home, possibly by scent. Here is where things become more distinct.

One evening, my sister Carolyn, about eighteen years old, was washing dishes by the kitchen window, and she started screaming her head off. All of us ran into the kitchen to see what the matter was. She was crying and was almost disgusted that there was a gorilla face staring back at her in the window. She said. She looked closer,

and it moved its lips and showed its teeth. My father, combat promoted Bronze Star eighty second airborne paratrooper, had already ran outside past us and said he saw something run away from the house. Within a month, this happened again to Carolyn. This time, my father was quicker to run outside and apparently came face to face with something and came shooting right back into the house and a fluster. He said, I don't know what that thing was, but

it's pretty big. From that point on, we kept a pot of water on the counter near the door, and the garden hose was kept turned on and left on the porch outside at night. There was one more time I can remember. My father had waited in the kitchen with my sister for another appearance of whatever this thing was, and ran outside to meet it. When it indeed visited again, he threw the pot of water at it and then

turned the garden hose on it. This time I distinctly remember him dropping the pot because it clanged when he dropped it, and he also dropped the hose when it was still on when he jumped back into the house. He only described it as something big and that he didn't know what it was. About this time, two things happened on our side of the fence, so to speak, And I cannot honestly say for sure if these next

events are connected to these siding at our house. First, my father bought a seven point sixty two millimeters rifle for the house, which we never had guns in the house before the second thing, we cut down a number of trees in the backyard to make room for a pool. We left a few tree stumps in the back. My mom began leaving bread on them for the birds, and then started leaving older fruit and vegetables there. I followed suit, and always within a few days the food would be gone.

I took over this job and kept it up on and off for a long while. Mom never told me why she did this, except to feed the birds. On at least three occasions, I remember finding a neat pile of stones in our backyard near the stump, and once on our back porch, very very close to the back door. I remember thinking that it was my friends playing a joke because the piles were very neatly done, very deliberately put in place. Yet my friends were not the type

to do this or repeat doing this. One evening, when I was still in my early teens, I was home alone watching TV and I had the feeling I was being watched through the window. I tried to shake it off, but I couldn't. Just then, my normally protective dog came whimpering into the room and hid behind the furniture, which he had never done before. I decided to close the curtains, and within a few minutes I heard a very loud

slap on the side of the house. I didn't know what it was, so I went outside and I couldn't see anything, but I did smell a strong musky skunk odor, but not the usual sharp skunk smell. This was more doglike. Again, I never made any connection to all these events until only recently. This actually happened a second time again in the same pattern. Home alone watching TV. Got another feeling that I was being watched, so I closed the curtains again. My dog came into the room and took up position

behind the furniture, whimpering. This time, a very loud wap occurred on the side of the house. The next morning, I went outside and found some brakes in the vinyl where I had heard the sound come from. I thought I was going to get blamed for doing this damage to the house. At least twice a year, it was my job to clean the gutters, and I did a pretty thorough job. When I climbed on top of the shed dormer we built for the second floor. I discovered

rocks in the gutter up there. Distinctly. I remember saying to myself, why would anyone throw rocks up here? And I cleaned them out. This occurred more than a few times while I lived at my home. As I got older, and especially since I got my driver's license, I no longer spent time in the woods, and I started hanging out with my schoolmates at the local McDonald's and at

their homes. These experiences tapered off as the same time, my neighborhood friends and I grew up and took up different interests, which meant we didn't spend time in the woods anymore, and the incidents at our home declined as well. We would occasionally get a wet dog smell, and my dog was still occasionally hide behind the furniture near me, but these also tapered off. As I write this, I'm sure there'll be a few more memories that come back to me, but this is the lion's share of what

I can honestly and straightforwardly write down. These events all come back to me in the last two to three years, so I thought it best to share them with you. I've had many experiences in some stories that I can share with you. I hope you don't get tired of me. This is a story that was shared with me. She was the sister of a coworker, and my coworker's name is Tina and her sister is Susie. In nineteen seventy four, I lived and work in Lakeland, Florida, for the original

Red Lobster restaurant. My coworker told me that her sister was coming in to have lunch with us and was excited about something that had happened to them, and she wanted to share it with us. Here is a little background. My friend's brother in law was a forest ranger and was stationed in the Hilochi hilo Cche Hellochi Wildlife Preserve east of Lakeland and south of Highway four. They had a little piece of land that backed up to the forest proper and they put a nice, double wide manufactured

home there. It was fenced in, nice and snug with chain link fence. Her husband, Paul, was in the tower most every day for eight to ten hours, except when he had to check on various issues. And came home for lunch. This arrangement was great because he could see their home from the tower and it was walking or bicycle distance from the tower. They had a four year old son who was very precious, busy little guy, and often talked of his buddy that he played with and

talked to all the time in the backyard. His mom assumed that it was an imaginary friend. Susie came by for lunch. The three of us sat in the back corner for a private lunch to talk and visit. After we ordered. Susie told us of how for the better part of six months, her son talked all the time

about his buddy in the backyard. He could hardly wait to go outside and play, and he would sit at the sliding glass doors staring outside, sometimes crying that his buddy would miss him when it rained and he wouldn't go outside to play. A couple of weeks before this lunch meeting, Susie said that her son went right out to play after breakfast and was on his big wheel, squealing with delight and zooming around the backyard. So she

went about her housework. The backyard was assumed by the parents to be completely safe There was a six foot chain link fence around the backyard with a gate on either side of the house, and those gates were always locked. The forest was just a few feet past the fence on the backside, and on the north side it was about fifty yards away. They felt like they were in a safe spot. There were many sources of play items in the fence yard. There was a swing set made

of wood, and there were multiple riding toys. There were balls in even a pebble box. When her son went out to play. Most of the time, she kept the glass sliding door open so she could hear her son. Susie was busy at that time mopping, and she heard her son laughing and saying, you can't catch me, You can't catch me, and he laughed and he laughed. This sort of laughter from a child always makes the parents happy. But she thought she heard another child laughing out in

the yard. It didn't sound like her son at all. She walked to the door to see who else was in the yard, and she dropped her mom What she saw shattered the day. There was a small, hairy boy a little bigger than her son, peddling another one of the big will tricks chasing after her son, and they were both laughing and having a great time. She opened

the door and she rushed out. At that moment, the mama of the hairy little boy saw Susie come out of the door, and she rushed from the shadows of the forest, leaped over the fence with ease, ran to her son, snatched him off the track, turned around and looked at Susie. Susie jerked her son and held him, and they both ran in different directions, Susie to the

house and missus Sisquatch to the woods. Out of breath and her heart pounding, Susie sat on the dining room chair holding her son, who was now yelling and crying about how she had scared off his friend. He broke free from her embrace and ran to the sliding rear door, yelling, hey buddy, Hey buddy, come back, at which point Susie snatched her son away from the glass and scolded him, saying that he was not to play with Buddy ever again.

Susie then described fully what she saw, a little child sisquatch, with no hair about its face or hands. Its hands were firmly able to grift the handlebars of the track, and its feet were peddling like any other child. She recalled that the young sasquatch was laughing and talking even more strange, Apparently her son understood him. They understood each other. Its hair was not terribly long, but it was brownish

blond with a reddish tint from the sun. The mother was similar, but darker brown and had more hair, but while she had hair on her chest, it was sparse there, and there was no hair on her face. She had a flat nose. She had dark brown eyes, and a pinkish tongue, with white teeth with some yellowing. She recalled to clicking sounds the mama made, and her child responded

in kind. She also noted that both her son and the hairy child seemed to call out the same words to each other, and the two kids they actually called each other buddy. Susie said. She called her husband and told him what happened from the tower. He looked through his powerful binoculars looking at the back portion of their property, going back into the forest, and he didn't see anything. He called additional forest rangers in his superiors, and that's

started a search. But nothing concrete was ever found except some faint tracks. After that, Susie and her husband put an eight foot wooden privacy fence across the back but she said that her son was despondent over the loss of his body, and from that day forward he lost interest in playing in the backyard. Susie said that she feels guilty for ruining his happiness.