Archive 199 Bigfoot Encounters

fish a lot. During this period. We had a permanent camper set up at one of the campgrounds. I worked two weeks on and then two weeks off, so I spent at least seven days at camp to fish. It was mid February and I was fishing alone. It was ten am, the temperatures were mild and it was a bit overcast. There's an old cutoff five miles from camp. I decided to go there. It's cut off where they just straightened the river for barge traffic. The cutoff is five miles long. The north end is filled in, but

the south end is open. Where I was planning to start fishing was on the north end. Like Oxpos, the lakes are typically shaped like a U. I arrived and I shut the motor down and I started using the trolling motor, kind of easing up to where I wanted to be. That part is where the lake takes a sharp turn to the right. I had pulled up to turn and start fishing, and I heard a whoop to my left out in the swamp. I didn't pay attention to the noise, but after a while I realized what

it was. I fished the curb and was going straight up the bank fishing, and then I heard another whoop. As I moved along the bank fishing, I heard four more whoops, and as I moved, it moved with me. I started to a little more attention to it. Then I fished the bank for another two hundred yards, and whatever it was kept up with me the whole time. I could never see anything, and I wasn't overly concerned. At this time in my life, Bigfoot was not something

I thought about. I had seen the shows like Monster Quests, but to me it was just something to watch. It was entertainment. After I'd fished up the bank, a little more. This thing kept up with me, and I decided to move further, not because of the whoop, but I wasn't getting any bites. I knew where a good top was further on up, and I decided to start the big motor and move, and I went a quarter of mile.

I stopped and got back on the trolling motor. As I was trolling there, it was again another whoop that was in line with me on the bank. I stopped and I listened real close. I sat looking and listening for ten minutes, and then it whooped a couple of more times. I was getting real concerned now, and I sided, well, I'll move all the way around to a spot closer to the main channel. The main reason that I was in the curve where I had started fishing, it was narrow,

and I was thinking that was my way out. I headed to that area, which was two miles away. There's an old lake back there that we call the prehistoric Lake. I got around there and I got back on the trolling motor, and it took five minutes to troll in because the cut is so shallow that you can't use your big motor. As I was getting my pole straight out in front of me. I heard the same whoop and I sat there listening, and seventy five yards to

the right, further down, there was another whoop. Apparently there were more than one. This area is a mile as the crow flies from where I was Originally, it's basically a swampy island. Needless to say, I got out of there quick. When I got back to the camper, some people had arrived and I was telling them what happened, and they laughed at me. I went online searching for animal sounds to determine what it was, and I never found anything that sounded like it until I came across

the Sierra Sounds video on YouTube. And if you play it, it's a fast sounding whoop, but if you slow it down into one whoop, that's exactly what I heard. There's no doubt in my mind what it was. Now. At the time, I was unsure, but after years of research, I'm fully convinced and I know what it was, and I believe. I am fifty one years old and I've spent twenty years in the United States Army as a

military police officer. I retired in twenty twelve from the Army and transitioned into a Department of Defense save law enforcement job. I'm trained and observing my surroundings and noting details at a glimpse. I live in Kansas, south of a military post, in a rural agriculture area with rolling limestone hills and lots of trees and native grasslands. When I say small, I mean if you counted all the stray cats and dogs together with the human population, you

might count one hundred and fifty in total. My friend and I were heading back on this rural county two lane road which was skirted on both sides by trees limestone hills upward of thirty feet straight up. My friend was looking down at her cell phone and I was listening to music, thinking about the possibility of having a deer or a black angus calf jump out onto the road. We weren't talking, we were just cruising home down this

dark county road. And then it happened. I was coming around a curved to the right, and then in my headlights I saw it. Now. I say it because for the first time in years, I was at a total loss for recognizing what I was approaching. I could see this was not a deer or a bovine. I didn't know what it was. My mind was racing through the rolodex of images I had seen in my life, and I was coming up with a big fat zero. Without even realizing that I had said anything out loud, my

friend said, without looking up, holy crap. As she is saying this, we were passing by a huge, reddish brown thing standing in the middle of the road. This thing was perfectly still, almost as if it was starting to cross the road and realize I was closer than it thought, so it waited for me to pass. As I passed, I was so close to it that I could have slapped it. It wasn't a cow or a horse. This is what was racing through my mind. Apparently my brain overload trying to get a hold of what my eyes

were looking at. I had said, holy crap out loud. This entire process was twenty seconds from first sighting to passing. Beyond seeing it in my rear view mirror. Now, let me be clear, twenty seconds terrified me beyond anything I've ever experienced in my life. Remember, I had served twenty years, of which I was deployed six times in the combat zones. I've had my share of being scared, but this terrified me.

I could see the eyes as I approached it. They were blood red and glowing and the evilest things I've ever seen. And again, my friend said, why are you saying, holy crap, did you see a deer? Well? I finally stuttered out, no, No, it wasn't a deer. She looked over at me and she said, you're not making any sense. What did you see? I don't know. I said it was standing on two legs. I just don't know what

it was. He told me to turn around and let's go get a look, and I immediately answered, heck no. After getting home, I started digging on the internet and I came across your podcast and I listened to some of your stories. After getting a little time to process all of this, I feel that I can share this. Finally, I never did fully discuss what happened with my friend who was in the truck that night. I know now what I saw that night, and I know I'm not crazy.

Thank you for being a great sounding board. I grew up in western North Carolina, two miles from the Blue Ridge Parkway. I love camping and being as far away from people as possible, so In the late fall of nineteen ninety two, I talked a friend of mine into going camping with me to a place called Graveyard Fields. My car was in the shop at the time, so he would have to drive. He said he had to work, so he could only stay one night. Well. I ranged to be picked up four days from the start of

our trip. This was in the days before cell phones, and that meant when my friend left I would be truly on my own, which was fine with me. The day was cool and it was nice. The skies were blue overhead. As we parked in the parking area and prepared for the two to three mile hike in. With all of our supplies, I had convinced my friend to help me carry in a cooler full of drink that we called PJ. This was corn liquor, fruit punch, citrus soda,

and whatever kind of fresh fruit was available. It was heavy, but I kept telling my buddy that it would be worth it. We didn't see but a couple of people on our way in, and I knew the perfect well secluded place to camp off the trail. We made it to the Laurel Thicket and then had to find a way to get through them without ripping ourselves to pieces. And when we did, it opened up into a small grassy area with a small feeder creek fifteen feet from

where the tent would be. We got the camp set up and a fire started, and then we made ourselves a cup of PJ. And when we started getting hungry, I made us some tinfoil dinners, and I seasoned some ground beef and cut up some potatoes and onions and carrots, and I wrapped them tight and put them in the coals to cook, and it was great. Around dark, we were talking and wondering if anyone else was crazy enough to camp in the temperatures dropping below freezing. When we

heard a woo hoo. I was pretty sure that it was other campers aways off, so I answered back, woo hoo. We did this several times until it got late. Then we decided to turn in. It was an uneventful night. The next morning we woke up with frost on our sleeping bags, so we were in a hurry to stoke the fire and get warm. Shortly after breakfast, my buddy told me, man, I gotta go. Are you sure you're gonna be okay? For three days? Way up here by yourself. Yeah, I'll be fine. I told him my ride would be

there before noon. On the third day, he took off, and I spent the day getting wood and then relaxing at camp. Around dusk, I decided to make a small pot of stew, not that can stuff, but some real beef tips and vegetables cooked over the fire and some good beef stock. It takes a while to cook, so it wasn't ready until after dark, and by then I'd had a few drinks, and I made a bowl and sat back, looked up at the stars. There was a clear night and the sky was beautiful. And then I

heard that call again. Woo hoo. It was still a good ways off, and I sat for a minute, and I wondered if I should answer back, before finally responding with my own whoop. All went silent a few minutes, and then came an answering whoop, and it still sounded like it was at least several football feels away. I sat and thought about what kind of idiot I really am. If this is others with bad intentions, I'm giving my location away each time I answer back, and I decided

to turn in for the night. Sometime in the morning, before daylight, I could have sworn I heard someone or something walking near the laurel bushes that surrounded my campsite. And I chose this campsite because it is almost impossible in the daylight to find a way through the laurels. At night, I imagine you tear yourself to pieces trying to get through it. I was very tuned in, but after a while of not hearing anything else, I drifted

back to sleep once again. I woke with frost on my sleeping bag, and after warming up by the fire, I decided to see if I could find where and what was walking by the laurels. I looked, and I looked, but I didn't see any tracks or anything else that would indicate anyone had been there. And I spent the rest of the day gathering wood for the night to come. I had a huge fire going before dark, and I decided to cook dinner the last night of camping. I always liked to eat good. I was going to have

a tea bone in potatoes and onions. The smell of that cooking was heavenly. I still had some PJ left, and I was not about to carry it out alone. So I started in on making sure the cooler was empty when I left. After I ate, I was sitting there, enjoying the night and looking at the stars when here came another whoop. This time it sounded like it was closer than the night before. It came from my one o'clock.

I was quiet and didn't answer this time, and then suddenly another woop came from my six o'clock and it was only a couple one hundred yards away. Now, I guess this kind of freaked me out. I hadn't seen any other campers the whole time I'd been there. I was sitting there thinking about what this might be when another whoop came from my one o'clock, and it was

much closer this time. Right after that, a loud woop came for my six o'clock, and I decided to stoke the fire and I stacked plenty of wood on it before getting into my tent. I laid there in my sleeping bag, intently listening, and another whoop came from my one o'clock and it sounded closer still, followed by a whoop again for my six o'clock that was very loud and yes, even closer. I was getting nervous. At this point. I pulled my case double X hunting knife out of

its sheath and I laid still. And then I heard footsteps at my six not like footsteps, but heavy. I swear I could feel them in the ground. And then I heard more footsteps at my one o'clock. Oh man, I thought, what am I supposed to do now? I decided it was best to lie as still as possible, because whatever was walking out there was big enough to shake the ground. It had to be huge, and there seemed to be two of them. I heard branches breaking, and then, because the fire was still blazing, I saw

a huge shadow on my tent. I heard my pots and pans being moved, and the lid of my cooler that still had fruit from the PJA in it, being opened. Another shadow from my one o'clock crossed my tent, enjoying the other one. At the cooler. There was quite a bit of fruit left in there. The thing about that fruit is the longer it sits in the PJ, the more alcohol it absorbs. This fruit had been soaking up alcohol for four days, and it had to be strong.

I was a nervous wreck, but I managed to stay still as I heard my stuff being thrown around, and eventually the two shadows disappeared in the direction of my one o'clock. Needless to say, I did not sleep at all. At daylight, I unzipped my tent and I saw all my stuff all over the place, and I decided to pack up and head to the parking area asap. The hike out was uneventful, and I got to the parking area two hours before my ride was due to arrive. That was okay with me, at least, I was okay.

I'm not really sure what was in my camp that night, but I have a pretty good idea. I still camp, but I'm always armed with a long rifle and a forty four mag handgun. I don't want to wind up missing. I still wonder about my strange encounter to this day. It's what sparked my interest in the unexplained. My story is not a big story, but an encounter from either

some sort of unknown military technology or beyond. Here's the story from that strange summer evening when I was twelve years old in the late nineteen nineties, before cell phones were a thing with the kids. My mom and I went to our local department store on a clear, warm summer evening. We were browsing around the store and I had this overwhelming feeling to ask if I could pick up some disposable cameras. I like to take random pictures of my pets in my backyard when I was a kid.

She reminded me that I already had an extra camera that she had bought last week. I agreed to use that pack first before getting another, and then we picked up our items and we checked out, and we went out on our way. The parking lot was full of people walking in and out of the stores, and something caught my attention in the air, and I glanced up and saw two slow flying black triangle objects in the distance. My mother and I stopped at the end of the

curb and began trying to discern what the objects could be. Well, I was an enthusiastic kid, and I started jumping up and down, saying it's a UFO, it's a UFO, mom, hoping to draw the attention to what was in the sky from others. And my mom laughed and said something like, well, maybe you're right this time. And then something happened we didn't expect one of the black triangle objects took a slow, almost ninety degree turn and started to slowly move in

our direction. We were dumbfounded, so caught up in the moment of what was happening, along with a strange feeling of calmness. Keep in mind that it was still daylight, even though the sun was starting to set, and it was a summer evening where everything had that pretty golden glow to it. There were no shadows that obstructed our view. The object continued toward us, making no sound, and soon it was at the same height of the one story department store building, and it made its way over us.

It aligned itself with the road going between the department store and another building. There were no defining features, no windows or people waving back at us. I would have seen those details, because now it was at its closest point. It was as if the object floated by the metal was a flat black, like a carbon texture. There were no markings or landing gear or painted numbers that I could see from my perspective. While the object moved slowly, My Mam and I stared up in silence and amazement,

as if time stood still. Even though this was all over in a few minutes finally I turned around and I shouted, is anyone else seeing this? And I remember turning around to see a man that had joined us on the curb, and I saw an elderly couple holding each other tight, and a few people in their cars were looking up. But what was bizarre was that some people were walking in the store without taking notice of this big object floating in plain sight. Some wont by

giving us weird looks. While all this was going on, there were people pointing up at the UFO. It still gives me goosebumps to this day when I think back to that moment. It felt more like a dream played out in reality. Why did only a few of us see it and others didn't even notice? The object passed us and then began to gain altitude. Those of us who were watching observed it float away over the tops of the buildings. There was no fast exit, like shooting

out of sight. It just floated away and got back on the same course it had been on when we first saw it. The second craft had vanished. We never saw it again. Remember, all this time, people were walking in and out of the stores and never noticed the strange object that was clearly visible. It was so close and they never even noticed it. I don't remember how the conversations went with a few standing by us, but

we all had big grins on our faces. After a few minutes of discussing in jokes about how this is not your average trip to the store, we went our separate ways. On the drive home, my mother said that maybe it was a military plane. We knew the stealth bomber, but why would they fly over citizens so randomly like that if it was. Also, I've watched videos of stealth bombers and seen them at air shows, and I'm well aware of the noise they make and how fast they

can move. This thing just floated over us. Could it have been from space? If so, why fly early, quiet over some random people in a populated parking lot. The questions still swirl in my head to why I have witnessed something so unique. In hindsight, I think calling the local air force would have been a good idea. Neither of us thought to do so back then. Maybe we were too wonderstruck. I let my imagination take hold that day. It's something that we should all carry with us as adults.

But it doesn't hurt to think of a logical explanation. The event might can be debunked, but until then again it is left to my imagination. I am blessed to have a photographic memory, and I can still recall all these details, even though it was nineteen years ago. Now, I still wonder though, what I might have captured on a small disposable camera. My mom said she should have let me get the darned thing. Schol