Archive 216 Bigfoot Stories

of the woods. All in all, it was a decent sized portion of wilderness with the various connecting sections that eventually led to the Cumberland Plateau. It's not the typical place you'd imagine having Bigfoot experience, given that it isn't rural and there are so many houses, but that's what I believe happened. I can't say with absolute certainty, but

these combined experiences were definitely out of the ordinary. They turned me from someone who did not care about or believe in Bigfoot into someone who was utterly fascinated by the subject. My first experience was on a chilly, overcast fall day when I was ten years old. My dad and I were having a lazy Sunday watching football when we got a little bit bored and decided to take a hike in the woods. We made our way through the forest, taking time to appreciate this small patch of

isolation in an otherwise urban area. The woods were quiet and early absent of wildlife. Everywhere, other than an isolated chirt from a bird or limbs breaking below our feet, there was silence all around us. As we traversed deeper, we started to lose our bearings until we ultimately came upon the aforementioned stream. We decided to follow it. As we crested the land where it divided, we encountered that

section of driveway that I mentioned earlier. We then decided we would simply follow the driveway down to whichever street it led to. We didn't want to trespass on someone else's land. We continued our hike down the hill, taking no notice of our surroundings, talking and simply trying to make our way back. Suddenly, however, from the corner of my right eye, I saw something that looked out of place.

From far away, it looked like debris, but being the curious kid, I was an aged closer for a better look. When I arrived within about ten feet or so of this mystery item, I realized what it was. It was a dead deer. This isn't something out of the ordinary in the woods, far from it. But what was strange was the manner in which the body was left. All

the legs had been pulled off, yet its head was intact. Additionally, it was a fresh kill, and all of its ribs appeared to have been pulled back, exposing an empty abdomen. I thought nothing of it other than, oh, that's kind of weird. But before I could truly process everything, my dad, who was a short way behind me, firmly told me to turn back and that we were leaving well. I went along my merry way and did as he said,

not giving it another thought. I don't recall having any sort of fear or sense that something was out of the norm, but as my dad would later tell me, he actually felt that we were in danger. We made our way down the hill and back to a road which took us home. We didn't speak of the incident further, for whatever reason. It wasn't until years later that my dad told me the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and something within him simply told him

the situation was not right. That day, while we have no proof this was done by Bigfoot, the strange way in which the deer was left in the feeling my dad had of being watched gave me the impression that something strange had occurred. Six years later, my dad and I were taking a walk around the block on a frigid February night. As I mentioned earlier, the woods are in the center of our neighborhood and in close enough proximity that whatever is occurring can normally be heard if

you were outside. It's common to hear coyotes and birds and the typical noises that occur in nature. Yet on this night, what we heard was very, very strange. As he and I rounded the corner of one of the roads in our neighborhood, we heard a loud howl which seemed to reverberate throughout the night for an unnaturally long period of time. It began loudly and increased in pitch before if we're finally fading away after eight or so seconds.

It left both of us utterly dumbfounded and amazed. My Dad, being a believer in bigfoot, looked at me with surprised white eyes, and I was equally caught off guard and asked him what we had just heard. He told me he didn't know, but I'm quite sure he and I both knew what it was. With all that said, we are not avid out dorsemen or hunters, and it's possible

all this can be chalked up to misidentification. Yet with the limited amount of known fauna in the middle of Tennessee, it's hard for me to imagine we were simply misidentifying the sound. It was extremely human like, yet it was also a sound outside of what is possible for a human. As contradictory as this may sound, that's the best way I can describe it. It was an animalistic, powerful, semi

human sound. It sounded very similar to the audio from the Ohio Howes video on YouTube, which is a long, almost siren like whale that sounds like it's coming from a large, powerful animal. Whatever the noise was, it stunned us. We stood there, dumbfound to trying to comprehend what we'd just heard. We continued to stand there, frozen in our tracks and waiting to hear the noise again, if for no other reason than the hope that we weren't imagining it the first time and we were not crazy. But

we didn't hear it again. We just heard the quiet of the night. And despite how amazed we both were, it also began to sink in that this experience would be shared by us alone. No one else would believe what happened, no matter how certain we both were. And to be honest, I don't blame them. If bigfoot even exists, why would there be one in a residential area in the outskirts of a large city. It's a valid question, But my dad and I both know what we heard

and saw. These combined experiences have forever made me someone who questions the natural world and wonders what all is truly out there? And that's the end, And I you know his last paragraph. These stories make me question what are the wonders that are truly out there? You guys are so nice to send these to me, and I don't just look at them as material to read on a YouTube channel. These stories fascinate me. You know, in this culture, people don't people don't write. People just don't write.

I mean they'll write emails, and they'll write text. They're actually writing all the time. But to sit down and actually put together a cogent, organized recurrence or account or a remembrance of an event, it's really uncanny. And I've thought about this for the three years I've been doing this channel. I just don't think people just do that just for kicks. Maybe some do, And I've said before I have a feeling I get trolled on this with fake stories sometimes, but there's no way for me to know.

I don't put them to any test, and I don't now all the crazy Bigfoot people will come in and going, well, it's all fiction, blah blah blah. Give me a story. Just find me one story that you can verify, you can verify without any question, and I'll believe you. The only Bigfoot story that I know that we can verify without question is the Patterson Gimblin story, Bob Gimlin's story. I've heard it several times, what a great guy Bob Gimmlin is. And I'm talking about the Bob Gimlin who

was with Roger Patterson when they filmed Patty. Not only is he just a nice guy, but he was a raw high dude when he was younger, and those guys weren't scared to anything. But to me, that's the only that's the only verifiable story that I have ever seen with without question, I believe the Patterson Gimlin story. I absolutely believe it. All these other stories that people send me in that other people have put out, uh, you know, to the masses, there probably are some that can be verified,

but I can't find them. I can't. You have to be able to back them up. But back to my point, these stories, whether true or not, they're fascinating. I mean, they're just unbelievable. You guys asked me to keep commenting after these stories, and I never planned not to do that. I just was kind of y'all got to give me some room to kind of poke at these people that jab at me. I don't ever pick a fight. I

never never pick a fight with anybody. I don't argue with people about religion or politics, or wearing a mask or not wearing a mask, or getting vaccinated or not. I don't need to impose my beliefs on you in a way that is going to make you feel uncomfortable, mainly because there's nothing I'm gonna say, this's gonna change your mind. It's just like this. These people who are freaks on bigfoot, they comment on this channel all that stories bes well, how do you know what stories are? Bs? Really?

You know this guy, you know the writer, you know the person who wrote this, how do you know? But they just have to say something. They're the kind of people who have to just force their beliefs and their opinions on you. And they feel like if they don't they I don't know what it is. They feel like something's missing in their life or something. You guys ask me to comment on these stories, So there you go. But let me every once in a while pick at

these jerks who comment on this channel. Let me have a little fun with them. And that's all I want to do. That's all that is. And I had never planned on not commenting on this. So my friends and I are all avid out doorsmen. Between the four of us, we account for one hundred and thirty years or more of experience in the woods. We're from Ohio. But on the occasion I'm about to relate, we were hunting wild boar outside of Dunellen, Florida, near the Okalla National Forest.

We arrived at our camp site and set up early in order to make our way into the woods before dark. I was deepest into the woods with my three buddies spread out and situated in various locations between me and our camp. As I sat there waiting for that time to pass, during which the daytime animals settled in for the night and the nocturnal animals woke up and came to life, the woods were split by the sound of

a blood curdling scream. It came from somewhere over by the stand of one of my buddies, but it definitely wasn't him, It wasn't human. It all frozen by the shock and fear triggered by this ungodly sound, I sat still and listened intently for closed as to what this thing was. A short three minutes that felt more like a few long centuries later, the thing let out another whooping howl. This time it came from a place that seemed impossible to reach in such a short period of time.

Assuming there was only one creature, it must have been incredibly fast to have reached that point so quickly. Suddenly, uncomfortably aware of how much further I was into the forest, than my friends. I was in a mental battle with myself as to whether I was brave enough to stay where I was a bit longer or high tailed out of there as fast as I could and risk the ridicule I was sure to face for being afraid of

that terrible scream. Somehow I managed to keep myself together and stay in place until three am, when a low, guttural scream wrenched me from my stand and I went in. The Next morning, I discovered that the others had all gone in as soon as they heard the first scream. One of my friends has hunted for forty seven years.

He said he'd never heard anything like it before. At that point, we all admitted to being afraid of whatever was out there, despite the screams we heard the night before, I decided to go back into the woods that night to hunt. I chose to stand a bit closer to camp, thinking that would alleviate my fears. Sum Right away I noticed how quiet the woods were. It wasn't that peaceful

time around dusk. It was heavy silence. The crickets weren't chirping, and the birds weren't singing, and no squirrels were barking or running around. I didn't hear any of the typical forest animals at all. It was it's just me and the mosquitoes. I wasn't settled into my stand for long when things started being thrown at me. Each time it was something a little bigger, until finally a three inch thick by three foot long log was thrown at me like a javelin from a distance of eighty yards or so.

I got the message I needed to lead. As I was getting my stuff together to get out of there, another smaller stick hit me in the head, as if to say stay out. We eventually learned that the gentleman who owns the woods won't go into them alone. Every other time we'd made the trip down there to hunt, we bagged a hog. That trip. We never saw a single animal, not one. That was the only time we ever had anything strange happen. But I'm still not taking

any chances when I hunt that area. Like the landowner, I don't go in alone. I'm often ridiculed for telling this story. It doesn't matter to me. I don't know what was in those woods, but it wasn't an animal, and it was not a human. Oh man, that's creepy. That's a creepy story. I'm pretty impressed you stayed there

till three am. I don't know how much longer that was from the first scream to the next one, but dude, if i'd heard that scream and then heard it closer a few minutes later, I'd have been high tailing it back to camp. I'm not a chicken. I'm not a chicken, but if I hear something like that, it's time to leave. Dude, You've got my admiration. You got a big set brother for staying in there till three am. I'd have been scared to death. Great story. Thank you to the writer, Brad.

I appreciate you sending it to me. And let's move on to another one. My two brothers and I have run around the woods both day and night since we were kids. It's a second home to us. So in twenty twelve, when we decided to go fishing on the Little Miami River in Oregonia, Ohio, it was no big deal to haul our tackle for thirty minutes through a patch of woods, an open field, and another patch of woods and get to the spot we wanted to fish. We had a midsummer thunderstorm, earlier that day, so we

were looking forward to a good night of fishing. We reached the river, got set up, and cast out our lines, and then we settled into eating some sandwiches my wife had packed for us. Everything was right with the world. We hadn't swallowed our first bites when a howl that was also a roar shattered the woods around us. We froze in mid bite and stared at each other in shock, having no idea what could have made such an awful cry.

Before anyone could say a word, another screaming roar answered back from across the river, and this time it vibrated in my chest like I was sitting too close to the speakers at a rock concert. This was followed by the sound of something crashing through the trees, like an angry bull elephant on a rampage. It was getting closer by the second before it could burst through the brush at us. We each grabbed our poles without even bothering to reel in the lines, and we ran as fast

as we could out of there. As we sprinted through the first patch of woods, the lines ran out or got snagged on surrounding brush, but we didn't stop. We just jerked on the poles, snapped the lines, and kept running. It took a lot less than thirty minutes to get back to our vehicle, and we talked about that experience a lot. We didn't see anything, but we all agreed it was either a bigfoot or a dog man. Now

that wasn't my only experience. One early fall day, I decided to go hiking alone in the Narrow State Park in Beaver Creek, Ohio. The leaves had just started to change color. It was a beautiful day, but as I started up the trail, I noticed the utter silence around me. There was no noise, no movement, no sign of life of any kind. Not even an ant was crawling. I guess you could say it was a dead zone. I was just beginning to adjust to this oddity when I

got the uncomfortable feeling that I was being watched. I looked all around me, but I didn't see anyone or anything for that matter. And I know this sounds crazy, but I was overcome with a sensation that my mind was being read. It was like a consciousness other than my own was inside my head with me. That was enough for me. I turned around and immediately headed back to my car. The feeling stayed with me until I

pulled out of the parking lot. I've come across Bigfoot stories where Bigfoot used some type of telepathy or something, and I've heard similar accounts on Lee's Strolgy YouTube channel. So I suspect a Bigfoot was present that day. I didn't want to stay around long enough to find out. I wish I had stayed long enough to see what was charging at me and my brother's at the river that day, though of course if I had, I might

not be here to tell you my story. There's one other thing might not have anything to do with Bigfoot, but after the two other events, I don't know that it doesn't. It happened in twenty twelve, but before the first encounter. My wife was away that night helping to care for her invalid mother. It was just me and my two dogs at home. I loved my four legged girls. One is a husky wolf who is terrified of storms and loud noises, and the other is a roddy shepherd mix.

They're good girls, and they're great guard dogs. I was lying in the bed with the window open, naturally my dogs were on the bed with me. Now, I guess. I was in what you might call a twilight sleep, not quite asleep, but definitely not awake, when I was startled wide awake by a sound so loud it should have damaged my ear drums. It was somewhere between a cannon blast and a thunderclap when it strikes too close to the house. Neither of my dogs seemed to be

bothered by it. They barely lifted their heads and looked at me as if to say, what's up with you? And then they stretched out and they went back to sleep. It was too real to be a dream. It was too loud. I got up and looked outside, but I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I laid back down and was about to fall back asleep when I

felt something over my head, both inside and out. It was like the egg cracking game kids play, where they knock on someone's head and they run their fingers slightly down their hair so it feels like an egg was cracked over their head. I don't know if this had anything to do with Bigfoot, but like I said, I don't know that it doesn't either. Yeah, I get that, John boy. You know a lot of things we experience that are strains like that, you know, you can't explain them.

I haven't experienced too many things like that one or two, and I've kind of shared them with y'all as far as noises and things, especially if you live in a rural area or the country, you know, bigfoots of possibility. I mean, there's so many reports that have to be real. In that event when y'all were fishing, that's pretty scary. I mean, you're sitting there, you don't know what's coming at you. You can't see it. You just hear it. You know, it's big, sounds like, like you said, an elephant.

I mean, it's just all Some of these events, even though you don't see one, are scary. That's what I'm trying to get at. But John Boy, thanks for the story. Is really awesome. You did a great job right, and I really appreciate you sending it. We all enjoyed it. Thank you. Learn never