Archive 87 Bigfoot Encounters

way I felt when I first started this podcast. And to be honest, the podcast is kind of a fluke. I just did it as fun, and I discovered that people actually liked hearing these stories, so I just kept doing it. I had no plans, there was no plan at all. I just wrote a couple of bigfoot stories that I had heard through my life, and I read them and put it out on YouTube, just as kind

of a gag. Not a gag. It's just something crazy to do, and out of nowhere, people really started liking this well, this podcast, which is archive number eighty seven or two of the earliest stories I ever did, probably in the first three months, I don't remember what episode they were, but you will hear almost how nervous and monotone I am as I read these, and I thought I would warn you before you get into this podcast. So now you've been warned. This is going to be

kind of cheesy. However, the stories are really good, and I'm almost sorry that I didn't do them justice, but they're still told. They're understandable. I've redone the audio. That's what I'm doing with all of these archived audio files as i'm reading, trying to remaster as an amateur audio editor, just to make them sound a little better. Put a few more spaces. But you know, I used to read stuff just so fast that I don't know, It's just

the way my brain worked. Anyway, I just want to let you know that this is going to sound not very good, but the stories are great and I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for following along with these archived podcasts. I'm having a ball doing them. This is eighty seven. I was just going to do about one hundred, but they're pretty easy to do, and I can do

them quick. I can go back into my files and just pick random stories that I think are good and put them up as archive, so I'll thank you again when I get to one hundred, because that's kind of a milestone. I don't know. I just want to let y'all know that I appreciate you listening to this podcast. It's very it's very encouraging to me to look at the numbers on my statistics just on the podcast app.

It's just encouraging and I appreciate you listening. So thanks, and here we go with another archive number eighty seven. Hope you enjoy it.

with his boat, his truck, or meat. I picked a lake located way back in the hills of East Tennessee for this trip. Bo and I loaded up our gear and then headed out for a three day weekend from the information I could find about this lake, it was fished very little, and not many people ever went there. Sounded like the perfect place to go, right, or so I thought from the map showing a small town to be the last place to stop for gas and food.

Before heading the last fifteen miles into the hills, we stopped for a bite to eat at a small country restaurant. Bo jumped into the bed of the truck and stood guard over his property while I went inside to order us something to go. So we sat out in the parking lot and ate our lunch. After we finished eating, I pulled across the road to the only gas station in this town to fill up the truck and the boat. It was one of those old time full service stations

that you very rarely see anymore. This elderly man came walking out and asked, fill her up. Check your year all. I replied, yes, sir, I need both truck and boat filled with gas please. As he was filling the last tank up, he turned and asked, looks like you're going on a camping trip. I replied, yes, sir, we're heading up to the lake for a couple of days. He turned and gave me a very strange look and then asked what lake the one just up the road. He then asked, I see you from out of state. Have

you ever been up there before? I said, no, sir, this is our first time being up here. This put a weird expression on his face, looking at me like I was crazy or something. He then asked, what do you know about this lake? Nothing other than I could find on the internet that it was not fish very much and not a very popular place. Why is that, I asked, Is the fishing that bad up there? He said, Oh, there's a lot of fish in that lake, just no

one goes up there anymore. Before I could ask any more questions, a car pulled into the other side of the gas pumps for service. So the man finished, took my money and thanked me and told me good luck as he proceeded to help the other customer. As I was pulling out, I had this strange feeling inside that this old man wanted to tell me something. I shook it off and went on my way. Once we got to the lake, I found a real nice spot right

by the water to set up our camp. After unloading and setting our camp up, the sun was starting to set I figured it would be best to wait until morning to get the boat undone and lost. It's a good thing I did. I turned the radio on for some music while I got the campfire going. Bow was checking things out around the camp. He seemed to be happy with our spot, but he was acting kind of strange. He kept sniffing the air and then making groaning sounds.

It was like he knew something was not quite right. I had never seen him act like this. I would give him a pat on the head and ask, what is it, boy, what are you smelling? I was not picking up any strange smell, so I didn't think anything else about it. A little later that evening, I put a pot of stew on the fire to get us some dinner going. It was not long before you could smell the aroma of stew cooking. There's nothing better than

food cooking on an open campfire. Everything was so nice and peaceful with Bow and I sitting by the fire chilling out, when all of a sudden, Bow jumped up with the hair standing up on his back and started drowling. I couldn't see anything, but I heard something messing around in the brush. I kept asking, what is it? Bo, what is it. I got the flashlight and shinded around the area Bow was pointing at, and then I saw it. It was a raccoon. I guess he smelled food and

came looking for a free meal. I told Bow it was okay and to leave the coon alone. That was going to happen. After a little bit of letting the raccoon know who was boss, he then laid back down and the raccoon made his way off into the woods. I figured he would be back later in the night to plunder through our stuff or to find a snack. Bo and I had our dinner and then cleaned everything up and put away to make it as raccoon proof

as possible. I then threw some bread out away from the main camp with hopes that the raccoon would find it and leave our stuff alone. It was getting a bit late and I wanted to get an early start, so I figured it was time for us to call it a night. But Bou didn't want to go in just yet and kept sniffing the air. I figured it was that raccoon still messing around. I put the fire out and then we got into our tent. I got undressed and then crawled into my sleeping bag and shut

the lantern off. Later into the wee hours of the morning, Bo woke me up, growling, and then he started barking. I figured, once again it was that raccoon had come back, and Bow heard him messing around. I spoke up, saying, it's okay, Bo, it's just that raccoon, and I told him to lie back down. He refused, and he kept growling. I said, fine, let's go take a look. I opened up the tent and a rank smell hit me in the face. This was something I had never smelled before.

Before I could get out of the tent, Bow blasted past me full charge. I grabbed the flashlight while commanding Bow to stop and wait for me. Bo stopped but kept his stand growling like a mad dog. I shined the light in the direction Bou was looking, and there it was tall, hairy, long arms, short legs. This thing was huge. When the light shined on its face, this thing let out a snarling sound at us that sent chills to my spine. This sent Bow into attack mode.

Bow charged the creature. I yell stop, Bow stop, but it was too late. When Bo got to this thing, it grabbed Bow up like a twig and had him by his throat. I screamed, please let my dog go. I could see Bow was now motionless and thought this thing had broke Bow's neck. I kept pleading, please don't kill my dog. He's all I have in my life. Over and over, I said, please don't kill my dog. The creature just looked at me as I kept pleading

with it not to kill the dog. Then the creature let go of Bow and he dropped to the ground motionless. I could see Bow was still breathing, meaning he was not dead. So I was trying to figure out how to get him away from this creature when it dawned on me what this creature might be. So I spoke in a lighter tone, saying, you're a sasquatch. It just stood there looking at me while I kept talking. I said, we are not here to do you any harm, and if you will please let us go, we will leave

right now. Just please don't kill my dog. Just let the dog go and we will be gone. I don't remember how I felt at the time. I know I was terrified, but I was more concerned for Beau than I was for myself. The creature raised its arm and made a motion with its hands as if to tell us to go. Then it stepped back a few feet, allowing me to grab Bow up and put him into the truck. I then ran to the tent and grabbed

my pants that had my truck keys and wallet. Then ran to the truck and fired that motor up and hauled out of there. As I was leaving, I could see from my tail lights the creature was still standing there. By the time I got to the hard road, Bou had come to and started trying to get up. I told him to lie still as I paid his head. Once I made it out to the main road, I figured we were far enough away to stop so I could check Bo out. He seemed to be doing okay.

I take it this creature had choked Bow to the point of passing out, but not to kill him. I stepped out of the truck with my pants in hand. I was wearing nothing but my underwear. I pulled on my pants, jump back in the truck and hit the road, knowing I left all my camping gear behind and knowing I would never return for it. When I got back to the small town, it was shut down tight not a soul was around, not even a light on anywhere. I kept going and did not stop until I was

clean out of that state. You can bet I will never return to that place, no matter what I had left behind. I would only become a laughing stock to those locals if I did. I have no doubt they know of this creature, but we're not going to let anyone know about it, which I can understand. In our area, we had a bad flood in nineteen fifty five. The government decided it was going to dam the Delaware River

and started the Tos Island Dam project. They bought thirty miles of river bottom, bulldozed two hundred year old homes, displaced businesses, and created a real mess. There was squatting and protesting, and then they found out that geologically they couldn't put the dam in. My wife and I started dating back in nineteen eighty three, and we didn't have much money, so we went camping a lot. We used the old church camp I went to as a kid, which is located in the middle of what the government

is now calling a wild and scenic area. There isn't a house for ten miles in any direction from where we were. I decided to drive through the chest deep thistles we walked through the previous year. My wife told me not to do it because she was sure we were going to get stuck. Five hours of jacking and stuffing wood under the car and I finally got the car unstuck. She is still mad at me today. We set up camp on a bluff over a forty foot drop to the water. We created the fire and pitched

our tent. We got our food safely hung in a tree because we were in bear country. In fact, I hunt there still today. Anyway, about nine thirties, just as it was starting to get good and dark, something walked up on our camp site. It proceeded to go from the top of the bank around our site, just outside of the firelight, to the top of the adjacent bank. This went on for an hour until it broke a stick, loud enough that my wife turned to me and said,

what was that. I said I didn't know, and she says, what do you mean you don't know? Now? I had been fishing since I could hold a ride, and hunting since I was four years old. I spent more time sleep being outside than inside when I was a kid, So she knew something was up. I said again, I didn't know, and it's been out there about an hour. She asked why hadn't I told her, and I said

I didn't want to scare her. Meanwhile, I'm sitting there with a hatchet under one leg, and if it lay knife under the other, you only need to see the movie Deliverance once to know we could be in big trouble. After another hour, we couldn't stay awake anymore and went in our tent to lay down. She fell asleep right away, and I'm laying on top of my bag with my knife and my hatchet. Ten minutes after we lay down, this thing starts screaming at us. We both sit bolt upright,

and she says, what in the hell is that? I said, I didn't know, and I'm not staying in here. This scream was so loud it went right through you. It had such resonance that it blurred my vision. It was definitely territorial, and it was directed at us. I went out of the tent and stood with the fire at my back. There is literally nothing in that valley, and there is no light pollution. I stood looking into the inky blackness and said to myself, well, I know what

the problem is here. I stoked that fire up big, went back into the tent and tried to sleep. In the morning, I looked for an hour for tracks, but there had been a really dry weather system that summer and there was little sign left. That started thirty five years of study. I have met nearly thirty people that have had encounters, and just as many that know someone who has had an encounter. I have lectured locally about what I have found. I really don't care what people

think about what I say. They weren't in the tent with me that night. I was in the Coastguard at the time and quite sober. I'm a successful doctor and mayor of my town for many years. I don't shy from telling my story because folks, I don't know what I know. There are woods in Pennsylvania where you could stand twenty feet from me with the road flare in each hand, and I wouldn't be able to see you.

Encounters like this change your life. I played that night through my head on hundreds of nights, and I have told that account to many people, many times