Archive 211 Bigfoot

I was really determined to do that. When we got to the river two days ago, it was seven pm and about thirty minutes unto dusk. When we got there, we checked out a few other places before we settled on my grand's favorite spot. It didn't take long to unload the truck and get set up, and then ten minutes later we were already getting big bites, so we knew it was going to be a good night. Everything was going great. We were having a lot of fun.

Dad brought everything we needed to roast hot dogs on the fire, so I was busy cooking myself a couple while I kept an eye on the poles. And I love the feeling of being out there. About the time we caught the first nice channel cat and the fish were starting to make a run, that feeling changed. Everything got eerie. All of a sudden, it was still and

quiet behind us. We started hearing brush popping. No sooner did we zero in on that, than something was thrown at us out of the darkness and landed right next to us. And then something else was thrown and landed in the water well. I kept hearing something stopping right behind me. I turned the spotlight on it several times, and I never saw anything. I was already feeling pretty unnerved when I looked over at my dad. Now I could tell right away that he wasn't feeling right about

any of this either. That made it all worse for me. If he didn't feel right, this sure couldn't be my imagination. About that time, I started to get the sensation that I was being watched. It was a really creepy feeling in my gut. More branches were popping. That same stomping sound kept getting worse, and by now I was almost insanely afraid. Now I had never experienced anything like this before. The sounds and sensing a presence watching me, things being

thrown in us. It was worse than anything I could have imagined, so I tried to stay calm and not say anything. I didn't want my dad to think I was a woos even though I knew it wasn't in my mind. Finally, Dad said, if we aren't getting any bites in the next thirty minutes, I think it's time to leave. I felt a bit of relief, but just then he cussed and pointed to the sky down river. Instantly I saw what he was pointing at. It was

the most absurd thing I have ever seen. There was a bright red dot flickering like a star, but it was going nuts. The whole sky and that direction seemed red. The thing moved up and down, left and right, and then up again. Eventually it flew out of sight so quickly that it was like it was moving faster than light. We sat there. Whatever was behind us was still watching us. It was still popping the trees and stomping around. After about twenty minutes, the dad said, son, went need to go,

and I agreed. It was two thirty when we started carrying stuff up to the truck. As we were standing there loading our stuff. Something started popping branches in the trees across the road from us, so I shined a spotlight, but again I didn't see anything. We made two more trips down to get our stuff. We moved as fast as we could, but it still felt like forever. And

then we got out of there. We were heading down the narrow gravel road that we'd come in on, and we were talking about all the things we had just seen, and then we came up on three big logs with brush piled on top of them, blocking our path. They were just laying there like they were meant to be a wall, and they weren't there earlier. Dad thought about driving through it, and I'd have been okay with that, but he knew the truck wouldn't make it. He had no choice but to get out and manually move it

all aside. My father moved every piece of brush out of the way. I never saw him move so fast in my life. Then he got back in the truck and he floored it, slow down or speak a word until we got to the highway. And once we were on the main road. I asked him what he thought it was that was messing with us. He said he didn't know, but he admitted to having that same super uneasy feeling that I experienced. I really have no idea what it was either, but I believe it was bigfoot.

It could have been paranormal. But what paranormal beings stacked sixty pound logs across the road. We may never know for sure what it was. But when things went from great to terrifying, I was just glad that we trusted our gut instinct and got out of there. Well, Parker, I think that was a smart move too. Brother. I'm glad your dad had enough sense about him to get you all out of there. And I know he does.

He's looking after you, man, But you know, you don't want to ruin a good fishing trip if you kind of not sure what it is. I mean, a lot of weird things could happen before I'd leave a good night catching a bunch of catfish on a bank of a river, and then these lights in the distance. That's real interesting. Someone told me a story about that this weekend. I actually recorded it. I'm going to put it in a podcast in an upcoming podcast about lights moving through

the woods and lights above the woods. That these lights are moving in and it is a fascinating story. It'll probably be about four podcasts down the road, but I'm putting that in there. But it's the same thing, Parker, same thing y'all saw, and the noises and stuff. I don't know, Buddy, thirteen years old and you've got to experience something really weird. I'm sure you will never forget. Buddy. Thanks for sending the story, and tell your dad thanks

for letting you write it for me. I really appreciate it. Hope you're doing well, Parker. I hope you're doing well in school this year. It's in the beginning, some years ago. From my youth to current times, I've had strange encounters. I've been documenting beings that many consider myths. The world laugh at what they feared to understand. This I've learned

over the fifty five years of my life. We must learn to face our fears and embrace the truths learned one at a time, Like eating a mammoth, one bite at a time is easier than trying to devour the whole thing in one dinner. So let's begin my story somewhere in the lands of the American Rocky Mountains, where I now reside. I came to the understanding not too many years ago that the Sasquatch slash wild people were

to be found here as well. Previously, I thought they only lived in the coastal and northern lands of North America, where I was born. But I was wrong. After some strong encounters and minor ones in my area, I learned that they reside not far from my home. Having taken my children on day hikes to many areas, I discovered evidence in tracks and structures. One day, well, my daughter goffed at the idea and she rolled her eyes even and then I asked her to come and look at

the print in the icy snow by the log. She said, well, it's obviously a footprint, Dad, And then I placed my foot next to it. It's a size thirteen, and I said, what do you think about that? And I clearly saw the realization in her eyes that this track was made by something much larger than me. From that day forward, I had visited these canyon lands and mountains. It's not hard to locate the wild people, even get distant photos of them and their families. What I share here is

not about the reality of these wild beings. I call sasquatch, but of other things, unexpected things that I have discovered that live among them. For years, I have sat on the knowledge of what I've seen, trying to wrap my mind around the possible consequences, good or bad, of speaking about it publicly. But now I wonder if others throughout the world have seen what I have seen. I go out and I take long range photos of the areas

I know these family groups live in as. I've done this and tested ideas to bring them down closer to me. Some were very successful, and this is unnerving being within twenty or thirty feet of these giants. But they are curious, and so far none have been aggressive with me. I think they are curious about what I'm doing. I used my spotting scope with a cell phoned camera attached, as they hang out on average at eight hundred to twelve hundred yards from where I see them. It would be

hard to climb up there to their hangouts. It would take hours, and by the time I arrived, they would have moved. So I don't waste my energy and time attempting to get close. In reviewing photos that I've taken, one day, I noticed a massive auburn Sysquatch walking along the canyon side just below others of the clan off to the side in the open little ones played in the dirt and through the sage brush and the pinion pines. There. What was unusual was the light colored ones I saw.

After enlarging the images, I could make out something disturbing. I saw hairless creatures, pink skinned beings that looked like human in shape. These beings walk freely among the hairy creatures I see on a irregular basis. A dark haired female stood down slope of a large auburn creature. She was smaller and appeared to have a head full of hair, resembling dreadlocks. Now, she was smaller, but don't assume she

was small. The auburn being was easily ten feet tall, and behind her was a bare skinned being with dark hair on its head and beard, but its skin was bear and pink. Over many years of returning to the areas, I've taken similar photos with humans in various sizes and ages. With this clan of Sasquatch. I have images of adolescent females, one with dark hair and one with red hair. There are a few toddlers. I also have images of an older couple, both with gray hair. The older mayor has

a long gray beard. I have questions, of course, who are why would humans be among the wild sisquatch clans? And are they even human? I thought of the can M Missing four one one project and the many people who have disappeared for forty years. I've heard stories of many folks taken by sisquatchs from mates or maybe even pets. Who knows for sure, but tales of successful inner breeding are known. I learned of the Sasquatch genome project by

doctor Ketchem. This brought for some other ideas. Could the DNA, which is scientifically proven to be fifty percent human, have happened over time with interbreeding with other species or from long past? Could there be a mix of sisquatch and human DNA passed on through the centuries to produce these mixed DNA wild humanoids. If this were the case, would they tend to be attracted to more human like beings

for mates? This may have produced what I am seeing at this time, living humans amongst the clan of Sasquatch we have here in the Western Mountains. I continue to visit and try to document these things. The world may or may not accept my findings, but that's not my concern. I don't care what the world thinks. From the comfort of their safe homes, I continue towards more self education on this issue. It is strange that they seem to live peace flee together in this place, while in the

East they tend not to get along. Meanwhile, there are other things I've seen in this region that I won't reveal. The truth is stranger than myths, and yet the myths are what is becoming truth in our days. Many of the ancients of the world spoke of things modern society labels as a myth and not reality. But who labels what people see as a myth? So called educated people, governments, those with agendas, or people who fear truth they dare not desire to comprehend. In the last one hundred years,

many species have been labeled wrong and are now proven real. Now. Science was designed for the open minded person to explore, to learn, to speculate, and to test theories, and to seek truth or disprove theory. Science today seems more like fundraising and a glory seeking endeavor. My new study is just beginning, will move slow and carefully. I have no funding. Maybe more education closes the mind more than it creates curiosity.

Those who fear the truth will mock it. Those who fear new paradigms seek to ridicule those who have the ability and experiences to open new paradigms and new boxes of reality. I'm not doing this for fame. I want to share my findings with the world, no matter the blowback. I think the more we share with the world, the betters other will be able to deal with the trauma and PTSD of encountering these creatures. But I recommend that you don't seek these things out. That can be dangerous.

It is not a game for the foolish people vanish looking for these things. And as with all the wild tribes of the earth, these things may not desire to interact with you. They may just seek you out to kill you. Their ways are not your ways, and it is a game aim of life and death. May God bless you and all out there and give you the wisdom to decipher your paths in life. Keep open minds, seek answers for yourself. The Creator will guide you if

you will allow him to do so. I'm going to leave out my native name and location in the mountains because the ongoing investigation needs peace. I'm not interested in people swarming my area, yelling and banging on trees. This offends the creatures the most. The Loves are a family that have worked the highlands of Victoria near Melbourne, mustering

livestock and even some brumbies for generations. When Peter Lovick was eighteen, he was with his father, who was guiding four city folk on a fishing trip, exploring pristine rivers and streams of the Victorian Highlands for trout. They were staying in an old, small a shack the Luveocks had built years earlier. It was a simple setup with a roof overhead and a couple of bunks in a small stove top fireplace. No one had stayed in the shack all winter, and this was the first trip of the spring.

Like always, they brought their mustering dogs with them. They were sleeping out on the deck. Peter's father always left the door open through the night. Nothing in the Australian brush is big enough to invite itself into the shack and cause any harm. Snakes and spiders are a concern, but that would be considered unlucky. They settled in for the night, with Peter, the youngest in the group, sleeping in one of the top bunks. At some point in the night, Peter began to feel an uneasy grip around

his neck. As the feeling of hands on his throat began to tighten, he was wrenched from his sleep to the realization that this was not a dream. He immediately he sat bolt upright and reached out for whatever was strangling him, to grasp only hair. At this point, both Peter and whatever the hairy creature was fell off the top bunk onto the floor. Instantly, everyone was awake and looking around in the dark, and in the blink of

an eye, this thing was out the door. Out on the deck, the dogs were barking frantically, and Peter said, something had me, Dad, something had me. His father, half asleep, a little befuddled, quickly grabbed a flashlight and ran outside. The dogs were still going crazy, and their hackles were up, and they were barking at something in the bush. But these dogs wouldn't leave their masters side. These were tough, fearless,

mustering hunting dogs, but they were scared stiff. When Peter's father came back inside, he said, you must have had a bad dream, son, But two of the men sleeping on the floor quickly interrupted him and said they definitely saw the thing go out the door in the moonlight. Well, whatever it was, it filled the entire width of the doorway, but it was only half the height of the door, and it walked on two legs. Peter's father shine the flashlight on his son's neck, finger, and claw. Like Weltz

confirmed that it was no dream. That night, Peter saw his father do something he'd never done in all the years they'd used the shack. He closed the door. It took Peter many years to get over that incident and find the love of the bush again. Perhaps it's connected, perhaps not. But some fifteen years after Peter's encounter, the police discovered the remains of two humans at the bottom of a nearby gorge. What was peculiar was the bones

of both victims had been neatly stacked. Many tribes of our Native Aboriginal people acknowledge a big Harry being and a little Harry being. The names of these creatures differ with the community, much like with the Native North American people. One tribe calls the little ones the jungudee and the big onesal douligal you guys help me, you guys help me with that? Do lagal doo l i g a h l. There are varying opinions on which ones are the good and which ones are the bad. Either way,

there are certain modern reports of encounters with both. It can also be hard to determine if the little ones are not just juvenile yaweys or indeed something different. The many encounters that occur in Australia are often near civilization parklands and rural and coastal areas close to the mountain ranges, not so much the dry flats of the middle of Australia, but that's most likely due to the number of people

frequenting those areas. While we have our fair share of witnesses describing dark, brown and black haired beings in Australia, I personally think we have a higher average of sightings of orange and red and blond haired beings. Obviously it's hard to prove this, but it would make sense when it comes to camouflaging into the surrounding bushland or forest. They've also been seen in larger groups like families with one farmer reporting eight or nine of them at once

moving through his farm. Around the same time of year, a small group of teenagers, while camping with their parents, witnessed several of them standing on a beach at dusk. We discover very similar tree structures and rock piles here to what you find in North America, but we also find small twigs and sticks stuck in the ground. They're obviously too small to fall from a tree and stick

in the ground naturally. There have been encounters where they've completely disappeared in front of a rifle, and still others when they kept up with moving cars or dirt by going over eighty kilometers per hour. I will leave it at that for now. Perhaps someday our indigenous people will share more of their knowledge. Theirs may well be the oldest civilization on Earth, and they have lived in harmony

with their environment, so they must know something. If you're ever in Australia, there's a cold beer and a warm fire waiting for you. Back in nineteen eighty two, I had an experience in Bullet County, Kentucky that has kept me out of the woods until this day. I had just gotten my driver's license, so I barred my dad's seventy seven custom van to go on a double date. I swung by and picked up my friend Chuck and the two girls, and we headed out into the country

to go parking. Back then, the thing to do was go parking, indulge a little underage drinking, and explore the mysteries of the opposite sex. So that was our plan. We drove down to the Salt River Bottoms along a one lane gravel road. It was a pretty desolate spot, with the occasional house or farm every few miles, but there were a few spots where we could pull off

the road and be alone with our dates. The sun had already set and we were looking for one of those spots to pull over, so we were already traveling slow when Chuck suddenly asked, what was that one hundred feet in front of us? Something large and black was lying on the road. I slowed the van to a crawl. As we got closer, I started thinking it looked like a cow laying there with its back to us. Once we got to within ten feet of it, I decided to get a better look, so I put the van

in park and opened the door to get out. As I did so, it made a loud, metal clanking sound. Those van doors were famous for. That thing on the road popped its head up and looked right at us. This thing was covered in black hair. It had the head of a dog with a snout and ears that stood up right. It felt like all the blood rushed out of my body and my hair stood on end as I sat there looking at it, and Chuck kept asking what is that thing? But I couldn't register a

logical explanation or give him a reasonable answer. This thing was huge. It must have weighed seven hundred pounds or more. Dogs don't get that big. It locked eyes on us for maybe ten seconds, and all we could do was stare back at it. Then the impossible happened. This monster of an animal stood up on two feet. It took a step towards us and put what looked like a hand on the hood of the van with enough pressure to rock it backward. My god, it had to be

at least nine feet tall. It had to bend down to look at us through the windshield, and it glared down at us like a predator savoring its next meal right before it strikes. And that's when we saw its teeth had a mouthful of sharp canines, like a wolf or a were wolf. The girls were in the back screaming and crying, and I was frozen in place, and Chuck finally shouted, get us out of here, and that

brought me back to reality. I grabbed the shifter and dropped it into gear and pushed the accelerator to the floorboard. We spun out, leaving a rooster tail of gravel and dusk in our wake. The monster, that's how I think of it, rolled off to the passenger side. It was a good thing he went that way. The driver's door was still open. At least he could have torn the door off. At worst, well, I don't want to think

about the worst. I didn't slow down until we were back on the pavement, and the girls were inconsolable, so we took them home. There's nothing like a werewolf to put a damper on teenage hormones. And Chuck and I, oh, man, that thing ruined your date. Chuck and eyed down a few beers before I dropped him off, just to calm our nerves. Of course, of course you did. We must have been in shock or something. I don't remember either one of us speaking a word about what had just happened.

Once I dropped him off, I drove home and I went straight to bed. The next morning, I was abruptly awakened by my dad, who made me go out to the driveway and look at the van. I expected to be yelled at for driving gravel roads and covering his black van with dust, but that wasn't what he wanted me to see. Pointing at the hood, he demanded, what the hell did you do to the van last night? Boy? I walked over to where he was standing, and I saw five large, deep claw marks running across the hood.

What could I say? Sorry about that? Dad must have been that giant werewolf that did it. He would have thought I was nut, So I just said I don't know, and I had to pay for a new paint job. Anyway. A few days later, Chuck finally asked me what the hell we saw that night. I still didn't have an answer. The girls were pretty much done with us. Bringing a werewolf to a date has a way of doing that. This was all back in nineteen eighty two, so we didn't have the Internet to look these things up. Heck,

we didn't even have cable until the following year. To this day. The only thing that I have seen that even closely resembles what we saw that night is the werewolf in the movie Van Helsing. Watching that movie made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. From what I've seen on the internet, I'm guessing it was a dog man that we saw. And here's something more. I have an uncle and three cousins who were all

police officers. A few months after this happened, I was playing Nicholin dime poker with the family when I overheard my cousin, a Jefferson County canine officer, saying that a woman's body was found up in a tree and torn to shreds at tom Wallace Park. I took him outside and told him the story of what happened to my friends and me just a few months earlier. Although he did listen intently at the time, albeit with a look of bewilderment on his face, we never spoke of it again.

Years later, he was shot and killed in the line of duty. I don't know exactly what I saw out there on that gravel road that night, but I do know that it was bad, nasty, evil and deadly. God only knows what would have happened if we'd already been parked there and it crept up on us. I'm not afraid of the woods, but I'm terrified of what I know is out there lurking around in them. Just look at all the people who go missing, never to be seen or heard from again