My name is out. You can use my name. I'm a seventy three year old military veteran and a two time cancer survivor who has been married to my wife for forty eight years. I grew up in New Orleans and now we live twenty miles north of Lake Ponce. Train. When I was fifteen, I had my first odd experience. As the oldest of four children, I was in charge. My father and mother were both at work. It was early in the morning, and I was sitting at the kitchen table eating
my breakfast. We didn't have air conditioning back then. We cooled the house the best we could, with a big window fan in one window and all the other windows wide open. The shotgun design of the house, a common design in New Orleans, helped with the airflow. As I sat there next to an open window, a bright orange, glowing orb about the size of a basketball, entered through the window right in front of me. It circled a room at a very slow pace, and then flew back out the same
window. I was stunned. Seven years later, in August of nineteen sixty seven, my National Guard unit was at summer camp at Fort Chaffee near Fort Smith Arkansas. About one hundred of us were standing around on the parade grounds, just talking and getting to know each other. Small hand held transistor radios were very popular back then, and many of us had them. We were listening to the local AM radio station out of Fort Smith when some of the
guys started pointing up at the sky and shouting, what is that. We all looked up to see five arrowhead shaped flying objects moving over us very slowly. They were all brought white and flying in a V formation. When they got directly over us, they came to a complete and sudden stop. In succession, starting from their right, each one would leave the formation, They would take off and perform all kinds of stopping golden zigzag maneuvers at lightning speed,
and then returned to their formation. It was likely they were showing off and trying to say, look at what I can do. This went on for fifteen minutes. Meanwhile, the radio some of us were listening to started broadcasting reports of UFOs over Fort Smith. When a military jet was set to intercept them, the UFOs flew off at a blinding speed. We all stood there, dumbfounded by what we had just witnessed. Many years later, In May of twenty twelve, my wife and I were enjoying a wonderful vacation with
her brother and sister in law and Arizona. I had heard so much about Sedona being a hotspot for UFOs that I just had to spend some time checking out the night sky. I was not disappointed. We had a long day trekking around the area and we were all tired. By ten pm. Everybody else had given up and gone to bed except me. I was sitting on the second floor balcony, munching on a bag of chips and keeping an eye out for anything unusual. Off in the distance, I could see the flashing
lights of airplanes as they took off and landed at the airport. Suddenly, not fifty feet away, an orange orb about the size of a basketball again approached from my left and stopped at eye level. I distinctly remember telling myself, al, this is not an airplane. I glanced away for no more than a second to grab a chip, and it was gone. It seemed out of character for me to place more importance on grabbing a chip than watching the UFO. I'm the kind of person who would have glued my eyes to
that orb, not looking away until it was gone. I can't explain why I did that. I sat there for quite a while longer, hoping to see something else, before I finally gave up and went to bed. In June of twenty eighteen, I was driving US Highway eleven in slidewl, Louisiana on a clear, cloud free day when up in the sky to my left I saw something very large. It was a few blocks ahead and seemed to
be hovering over a spot directly across from my destination. It was a silver disk about the size of a dinner plate, sitting just above the tree line. Coming from the back on each side of the disk were what looked like the con trails from a jet engine. These con trails were glowing white and curving to form a large oval to the rear of the disk. I could see right through the oval to the blue sky altogether. It was pretty massive. Once I reached my destination, I pulled over to get a better look
at the object. I also wanted to get a picture, but everything had vanished, even the contrails. We have all seen these vapor trails from jet planes, even when the jet has gone out of sight. They remain and slowly fade away. They do not instantly disappear. Since twenty and sixteen, this has been an ongoing thing. One morning, while showering, the water hit my hip and it burned like fire. I looked down and found four
thin, horizontal scratches. They were perfectly parallel, bright red, slightly raised in about three inches long. Furthermore, they were at an angle that I could not duplicate by scratching myself. As I was dressing, it occurred to me that they would have been covered by my underwear. I checked, but there were not tears in the fabric. I had never seen anything like this
before, and I had no explanation for how they came to be. Then about three weeks later, again overnight, four more scratches appeared, this time on my left hip. Eventually, the scratches faded but became permanent scars. About every three or four weeks, I get a new set of scratches on one hip or the other, and no explanation for how they got there. We continued to be puzzled by these events. Not long ago, my wife awoke in the middle of the night to find me sitting up in bed.
She said, she'd heard me calling for help. I told her that I'd seen three four foot tall gray beings with big heads and large, dark eyes standing at the foot of the bed staring at me. She assured me it was a bad dream and suggested that I got go back to sleep. The first experience I had with Bigfoot happened in twenty and ten when I was backwoods camping out by Angel Falls and Big South Fork, Tennessee. I was alone at the time. It was three am, and I woke to my tent
being angrily shaken. The tent was low and so the ceiling was about a foot from my face. I controlled my breathing as my heart was climbing into my throat. Whatever was out there was completely silent. I didn't even hear it when it walked away. I had felt like I was being watched by something that day, but bigfoot never crossed my mind. I had never considered that they might be in Tennessee. At that point, I thought maybe it
was a mad bear or something. I prayed that it would kill me by biting my neck and not drag me off chewing on me while I was still alive. It quit shaking the tent and I eventually fell back to sleep and that was the end of it. I didn't have a gun, and this time I was lucky. My second experience happened in twenty eighteen when my son Matt, and I were prospecting gold in Coker Creek, Tennessee, north of Chattanooga. On the sixth night we were there, we woke to what we
first thought were hounds chasing something. The sound of stomping feet was getting louder and loighter, and we knew a herd of something was coming our way.
I know what a herd of something can do. Once, during desert storm, I was boar hunting in Turkey. The locals used pots and pans to run dozens of boers up the mountain toward us, their hooves pounding the earth, sticks crackling under the onslaught and bushes shook against the wave of animals that were coming at us, and I thought I was going to have to climb a tree to get eut of the way. And this time I had the same feeling. I stared at the front of my tent, watching and waiting,
and I knew they were coming to run over over me. It grew louder and louder. It was like the beating of drums, and I sat there waiting. I never moved, and I fully expected to die. I asked myself again and again how in the hell a herd got loose in the woods. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I also thought this has to be drums beating. It grew even louder, and it came closer, and the animals were clearly large and heavy, But there was no sound
of leaves being crushed or stick snapping under their feet. And in addition, I didn't hear any snorting or breathing, just the solid, heavy pounding of countless large animals. I should have felt the ground shaking, but I didn't. I don't think they actually touched the ground. They went through us like they were invisible, or like they were spirits. They never touched anything. It was only sound. We jokingly referred to them as the ghost heard for
a long time. Think they used sound to terrorize us. Matt heard them running individually across the creek earlier, and he speculated that maybe they all fell into step. He thinks there were about ten bigfoot running together. He heard more than I did, and I had to get my breathing under control. Matt was looking out both sides of his trailer, and he saw nothing. Seeing nothing, somehow seems worse than seeing a stampede of cattle. Later we
heard something by peedle run past. We were camped ten feet from a creek, and this thing ran right up the creek bed. As it got closer, it got louder. The splashing and dredging of water as it ran through the creek was undeniable. Its strides were perfect and long, and it maintained the same jogging pace as it passed. That creek was three feet deep in places, and this thing never altered its pace. And then just as it came, it slowly faded into the distance We had speculated there for the previous
six days. That creek was up to my knees in places. Whatever passed us had to have been twice that size to move so easily through the water. Matt thought that another three or four of them ran by at another point, and again he thinks they did so in unison. These things are perfectionists, and they are highly intelligent. They must see us as utterly stupid. By comparison, was that two feet I yelled out of my own tent.
Yeah, Matt answered, what about the herd? I said, well, I heard that, but just now that was two feet right, Yes, he said again. I was so excited about how clear the bipedal runner was. I had finally confirmed that there was a creature out there that must be near ten feet tall and capable of making that kind of stride with ease and grace. You might think bear or deer, but I know what I heard.
It was bipedal and strong. It was a giant. From the time the herd came through to the point where we could no longer hear the single creature running up the creek was two hours, and during that time the dogs we'd heard were sometimes quiet and sometimes chasing something. They'd chase something every night that we'd been there, but this was the first time they'd run through our camp. It wasn't all games, though. Once we heard a dog get
kicked and let out a wolf before it went silent. We think the bigfoot picked it up and covered its mouth, because we eventually heard it again. At the other end of the creek. There were three dogs. One was the alpha, and it sounded louder, and it must have been larger and faster because it would catch up to them. At times, we laid in our beds, listening in fascination while we fought back our own fears. The next day we investigated. There were guests staying in a cabin a few hundred
feet away. They said they had come out with their guns that night. Not knowing what the hell was going on, I found a spot in the grass on the creek bank where the dog in the Bigfoot had their scrabble. I found the dog's prints, but there were no other prints at all. There were no deer, no bear, nothing. Were these things ghosts. My third experience with these things happened in July twenty twenty one on the Tennessee
Kentucky border. Three years had passed since the incident at Coker Creek. We were relaxed again and had forgotten all about what can happen in the woods. We built an ice fire in our camp and we ate a good dinner before going to bed, And at three am I went out to relieve myself. I was making my way back to the tent and I saw red eyeshine. I had a red light on, so I gave it little thought. I entered the tent and jokingly said that we were being watched, and we laughed
about it and we went to sleep. The next thing I knew, I was being awakened by the roaring woosh of the tree tops as they were being shaken. These were not small trees. We live in the country and we cut wood to burn for heat, so I'm familiar with the strength of these trees. Whatever was shaking them had to be powerful. It wasn't something I'd want to wake up to while sleeping in a tent in the woods. So I woke up Matt and I asked him what was that. He said,
take out your ear plugs. I don't want to, I said, joking. Now, I was trying to be funny to alleviate the tension, but I really didn't want to believe what I was hearing. I felt like I was in another horror movie, but it wasn't a movie. The trees were twenty feet away from us, and it lasted for five minutes before everything went completely silent. It was a new moon, so we were in pitch black
dark. There were none of the normal sounds of the forest. Even the nearby creek had gone silent, as if they could turn off all the sound in the area. That was the most terrifying moment. We were desperately trying to get some kind of information and it was giving us nothing. I remember thinking God that my neck didn't make any noise when I turned my head. That's how freaked out I was. We had posted four trail cams that day,
but of course none of them were in our area. And I can honestly say, at fifty five years old, this was the worst experience of my life. It was adrenaline mixed with fear of the unknown to strengthen my resolve to fight, and I knew I had to get control or I was going to have a heart attack. At least it would reduce my ability to fight. I didn't have a gun, but Matt had a twenty two pistol, and I held my headlight in my hand and ready to turn it on.
This monster might be ready to jump my tent in every moment, and I was resolved to see it before it killed me. I had to see it. And twenty minutes passed as we sat in the heavy black silence, and then something floated by our tent. It didn't walk, there were no footsteps. It had a digital cricket, sound like three or four beats, and it would start and stop, and Matt said, under his breath, it's moving toward the camp. We had a fire there and it was done
at this point. And I heard it now what I thought an alien. I knew I couldn't allow it to terrorize me anymore, and I knew I had to maintain my strength to fight it by hand if I needed to, But I ignored it. When you're about to die, you get real. I lay down. When I hear myself begin to breathe audibly, I wake up and make sure I had my head like my hand and ready to turn
on. Now I consider the possibility of walking out back to back. Matt had his pistol, and then I decided if we laid still, it would have to make the first move. And that's how we held our ground. Matt told me. When the first thing floated by us, it reached into him and tried to get him to vocalize. He felt like it was vibrating his vocal cords for him. He was really messed up and struggling. He said he'd held his mouth tightly closed because he was afraid it was trying to
get his location. Our tent was between two large rocks, so I think we were hidden. I have to admit it did feel as though they were messing with us. Matt also felt that he had to stop his own heart. He realized he'd been holding his breath and took a deep inhale. The amount of fear it was impressing on us made me angry. It wanted us to die. These things are not a joke or a fun hobby, and you'd better be one hundred percent in your spirit and beliefs before you go out
at night to find them, and you'd better be ready to die. It helps if you've already had a near death experience. I've had three. They hope you learn to accept death rather than fear it. Sometime the sun began to rise over the horizon, and a woodpecker spent an hour raising Cain about something we knew. We'd made it through the sunlight was like a rebirth.
This was by far the most terrifying near death experience I ever had, and later, when we returned to the house, my wife said that we were whitest ghosts and she had to walk on eggshells for a few days to keep from freaking us out. We visit the area during the day now and we've begun gifting as therapy, and it's important to learn to get back into the woods to get over our fears. I believe that we are human light men. We are divine men. The only creature that God has code signature in
our DNA. Bigfoot and these five d creatures can see the light in us in our souls. If you're not spiritually alive, the light is dim. They won't mind killing a dead man, but they will back off of the strong spirited man because he is right and they know it. Stan, do not fear. They know you are divine. But if you don't know that, then you are Bigfoot food m