Archive 91 Bigfoot and a RANT

but we were always outside and enjoyed the outdoors. When we were kids, he would take us out to the Mississippi River Valley area, which is close to Bellevue, Iowa. I think it was Pool Number eleven. We would spend weekends there in our pop up camper across the river. There was an army depot and trespassing was forbidden, but when the water was high, we could get a rented boat in there and fish that area. As long as

we were not standing on ground, we were legal. We would always hear strange noises, things that we couldn't explain, and big splashes that my dad would say were beavers. As I got older, I started camping and going fishing out there on my own, and of course, you get smarter and used to the wildlife when you're not a little kid and you realize that beavers don't make that

loud of a splash. While camping there as a kid back in the mid seventies, we would have things thrown into camp, and we also heard strange noises coming from the woods that surrounded us. I remember a few nights when we were awakened to buy those noises. We never knew what they were. In later years, I became more interested in bass fishing. I competed in several tournaments. This is where my story begins, as far as my encounter goes. I was fishing a bass tournament on the Mississippi River

around the Wisconsin, Iowa, Illinois area. It was late spring and we were fishing a qualifying tournament. I was considered a boater and I had drawn a partner that was a non boater, and we were heading out on the second day of a three day tournament. I had the basic equipment in a nineteen foot bass boat with one hundred and seventy five horse Johnson on the back, and I had all the gear. This was in the early two thousands and GPS was not standard equipment at that time.

We decided to run down the river to find cleaner water. We were after large mouth because they're bigger fish and they weigh more, and the small mouth bite was nonexistent at this time. The Mississippi River is a vast system and the backwaters and tributaries that run along the river are immense. We had decided to make a run south on the river and lock down to another pool. We finally got to the area that we decided to fish.

We had to navigate very carefully. Maps were unreliable due to the water level, and again we didn't have GPS. To get to the area we wanted to fish, we had to go underneath a railroad trestle or bridge if you will. But because the river was up at the time, we had to actually take the boat, plug out and fill the boat with water so that our bass boat would sit low enough to fit under this bridge. Once we were past the bridge, we would build the water out.

I know that sounds crazy, but when you're after fish and you're that driven, sometimes you do stupid things. In hindsight, maybe it wasn't the brightest thing to do, but I had actually learned the trick watching bass Master TV. After we made our way around through the back area, we found a great spot with clear water that we wanted to fish. My partner had fished it before and he said it was for sure a good spot and that we should catch a limit. The lily pads were just

coming up and the vegetation was reaching the surface. It was a little bit late in the spring, so there was still some spawning going on, but mostly post spawned, and the bass started hitting top water through the pads. The bank was mainly rock and sand, and behind that was a dense forest. We were setting in a nice little stretch all to ourselves, and we had a lot of water to fish. It was going to take us

hours to cover this area. We were stoked and we started fishing, trolling at a steady pace with top water baits. Fifteen minutes later, my partner put a seventeen inch fish in the boat, and by eight thirty am we both had our limits. After that we started culing fish. It was a perfect day. At around nine thirty I was pulling us up to a bank that we hadn't fished and we heard some clapp acking, like rocks being clapped together. We assumed it was someone working on a project out

of our view. But as we came around a slight ben we saw a dark figure standing on the bank. We thought it was a bear. It was hard to make out. It really didn't look like a bear, but nothing else made sense, even though they are rare in this area. It was frolicking on the bank. It was weird. It looked like it was gathering mussels or crawfish and having a great time at it. We just sat in the boat and watched it. As we approached this animal, we really couldn't make out what it was still because

we couldn't see its head. Soon we were close enough that it hurt us and it stood up. This thing was huge, standing there with water dripping from its black hair. I couldn't believe how big this thing was. We now knew it was not a bear. My partner and I looked at each other and basically, without even saying a word, we understood the look of what in the hell is this thing. I was on the front deck, high above the water, working the trolling motor, and we stopped fishing.

Of course, Bigfoot never entered my mind at this point. I had only heard of Bigfoot from pieces on TV. And then this creature started wading into the water towards us. Apparently it had some rocks in its hands, and it threw at us two times. One of those rocks landed in the boat. It was now swimming towards us. It was at least one hundred feet away, and we were in five feet of water where this thing was. The water had to have been about the same depth, so

I don't know why it started swimming. It could have walked all the way to us and never had water to its waste, but it was swimming. The noises it made while swimming were so strange. It was a huffing sound that I had never heard anything like before. It sounded very deep and angry. It was time to go because he was closing the distance on us fast. We both dropped down into the seats and I fired the outboard up. Thank god, it cranked on the first turn,

and I dropped it into gear. The sound of the outboard apparently persuaded the creature to stop its advance, because it turned and made its way back to the bank. I wanted to slow down and watch this thing some more, but I figured we better get moving, so we motored out of the area. I got a bit concern when we reached the railroad trestle, but we got back under it the same way that we got in, and then

we kept moving. We still had a lot of daylight left, and we should have wanted to keep fishing, but this ordeal kept our minds occupied so that we couldn't concentrate on what we were doing. We stopped in ate lunch and we talked about the whole thing for an hour before head back to the ramp. We both had our limits, and we qualified for the next tournament. I was real

happy about that. For sure. I never ran into that guy again in any of the tournaments I fished afterwards, so we never kept in touch, and of course I haven't talked to him since. I kept the whole thing quiet for years, only to tell a couple of close friends later on. I figured whoever I relayed this story to would think I was nuts, and I don't know if the partner that day ever told anyone or if he even remembers it. I still fish every chance I get,

but I don't fish tournaments much. I'm in my fifties now, and I will never forget that fishing trip as long as I live. After that experience, I looked back at my youth on the same river, and I wonder if those things that we used to hear when we were kids were these same creatures. I used to fish a lot in southeastern part of Oklahoma and experienced other strange things while fishing, but I never had a sighting or

can confirm anything but strange things or sounds. Bass fishing is a serious sport, and I'm just curious if your viewers out there have had similar events. I'm quite sure that I'm not the only one that has experienced something

similar while fishing. I would be really curious to see if anyone maybe would respond and tell their story too, because I just find it hard to believe that I'm the only one that this has happened to while fishing the places we fish, especially in the southern reservoirs as well as the Mississippi River where there is so much shoreline in deep woods. I think these creatures use these rivers in tributaries as pathways or roads in a way to migrate. I don't really know. I'm no expert, but

it just makes sense to me. Now that my family it has passed away, I can finally tell our story. In nineteen hundred, my family came from Russia and Germany to homestead up near the Canadian border. There, my great grandfather cleared trees and started our farm. Back then, there were no chainsaws to cut the trees, nor any heavy equipment to move them. Once they were down. Fields were plowed by the collaboration of man and animal, and then

planted and harvested by hand. It meant long hours of hard work, but somehow my great grandparents pulled that farm out of the sweat of their brow. In nineteen ten, my great grandmother was staying in town caring for a sick uncle. My great grandfather was working on a large wagon when it started to roll. He tried to stop it, but it was too big. He fell under it and it rolled over his legs, pinning him to the ground. He screamed with all his might, but Grandma was in

town and nobody else was around to hear him. The sun began to slowly sink beyond the grassy fields, and he heard a noise behind him in the trees. He was in severe pain and unable to move, and he was becoming sleepy. He thought the overwhelming need to close his eyes, but he soon lost the fight, and he drifted into unconsciousness. The next morning, he was awakened by a hand behind his head, and drops of water were hitting his dry, parched lips. He put his hand on

the unknown person's hands for more water. Then he drifted between sleep and awareness, and he opened one eye to see someone dark looking down at him. He couldn't figure out who it was, and his eyes were blurry from sleep, and he was severely dehydrated from lack of water, but he knew there were no dark folks living anywhere near him. A minute later, his vision began to focus and he realized he was looking at something he had never seen before.

He tried to back away, but his legs weren't working, and he was overwhelmed by fear, and he passed out. He didn't wake up again until the next morning. He was laying there contemplating what he should do when he realized his legs were free of the clutching wagon wheel. There's no way I lifted that wagon off myself, he said to himself aloud. But how did I get free? Even now I can't move? He saw something dark peek its head around a tree, and fear gripped him like

a vice. He tried to swallow, but his throat was as dry as the sands in the desert. He was trembling with dread as he thought, what kind of beast is this? My grandfather began to pray for the Lord to protect him as the creature began to move toward him in small, uncertain steps. It moved slowly forward until it was standing right over my grandfather. Then it held out its hand and in it was a big chunk

of moss. The feeling of strangling fear vanished as my grandfather realized this was the dark man he had seen before. The beast knelt down and squeezed the moss while holding my grandfather's head so he could drink the water dripping. Then the beast disappeared into the trees, but it soon returned with a skinned out squirrel. It tore off bits

of meat and fed it to my grandfather. After an hour, the beast picked up my grandfather and headed toward the farmhouse, and it laid him on the front porch with the moisture soaked moss next to him. A couple hours after that, the sound of a trotting horse and wagon came down the road and it was my great grandmother and her nephew, Eugene. They pulled up in Grandma rando Grandpa asking what had happened, and he told her the whole story and of the

new friend they had made. This would be the first of many interactions my family had with a family of Si squats living nearby, all the way up until the nineteen eighties. I am handicapped now, so I'm unable to type. Well, it may take some time to tell them all. At least now I can finally tell our story. And that's the end. Can y'all see why I like that story? Oh? Man, it was great. I mean, I love the old stories that come from he said this happened in the early

nineteen hundreds. I thought it was fantastic. And now I'm going to talk about I'm going to do my I have to do this about three or four times a year and explain to people because we get a lot of new people listening and questions come. Most of the time, questions are just pretty bland and vanilla. You know, hey, are these true? How do you know if they're true? Blah blah blah. Some of them are pretty nasty. I got into it with some guy in the comments section.

I shouldn't do that, but they really pissed me off sometimes, and I like to when they insult me, I like to insult them back. This guy was just real adamant about how we should be more diligent about making sure that these stories are true. He's probably one of these Bigfoot purists who you know, has this omniscient ability to be able to tell what stories are true and which ones aren't. I can't tell that. I don't know which ones are true and which ones aren't. And so here's

my here's my quarterly announcement to the audience. I don't know. I've got three hundred. I'm pushing four hundred videos up right now. Out of four hundred, three hundred and ninety of them or story videos. I have no idea if any of these stories are true. There's no way for me to check them, and there's no way to vet them. And when people challenge me on that, I put it back to them. If you can show me, if you can show me one Bigfoot story that you can prove

without a doubt that's true, then we'll talk. We'll talk, and you give maybe you can rub some of that magic off on me so that I can figure out how these are true. But I can't do it. And so when people send me stories, I read them, you have to decide if they're true. I don't consider it my job to figure out which one of these are true and which ones aren't. Because like this story we just read, it is an outlandishly crazy story. But could

it have happened. Absolutely, it could have happened. If you believe Bigfoot exists, then you have to believe that the at least believe that this story could have happened. And if it did happen or didn't happen, it does not matter to me. What matters to me is was it a good story? It was a fantastic story. And on the off chance that this is true, and I'm not

saying it isn't I'm not saying it is. On the off chance that this story is true, wouldn't it be a waste if we If I just took this story and put it in my trash folder, it would have been a waste and a shame to leave the story out of this podcast. So there you have it. There's my I have to I can't. I have to do this. Some people ask me if the Steve Lilly stories are true. If I do a fictional story, I'm going to tell

you it's fiction. And if I don't tell you it's fiction, I'm kind of assuming that you know it's fiction by the way it's written, by stating who the author is and telling you that he has two dozen books out right now. I love to read stuff by other authors. It's fun, it's ready to go. It helps them sell books, it gives me material to include the podcast. And so sometimes when people ask me are this Steve Lily stories true, I'll come back with, really, are you really asking me

that question? And I think it insults some when I do that, and that's not what I don't mean that that way. I'm like flabbergasted that anybody would think one of those Steve Lily stories is true. But to answer your question, they're not true. They're fiction. They're made up and my twisted imagination, and they're fun to write. Their fun stories. They're fun stories. And look, guys, we can have fun with this bigfoot topic every once in a while.

It doesn't have to be like the Bigfoot purists make it. It can be fun. People can have fun with this and if they don't like it, they don't have to listen. I think I'm getting a little bit off topic, but I just wanted to be clear. I don't do any of these stories trying to pass off something that I know is false it is true, I don't. I'm not being dishonest.

I would never try to do that. I'm straight up with everybody, and I tell everybody I have no idea if a single story I have ever read, even the ones told to me by other people that I've written stories around, I have no idea if they're true. But they're damn good stories. They're damn good stories, and I love doing them. So that's the deal with this channel. And if you don't like that, don't comment. Don't don't comment and give me your opinion on if we should

do vetted true stories or not. Don't because there's no one can prove a story is true. Do it. If you think you can do it, do it, show it to me. So don't comment and give me that bull crap. Let's just enjoy a good story, everybody, relax, Let's have a good time. You can tell I'm a little aggravated at some of these people, and it's ninety nine percent of the comments on channel are fabulous. We have the nicest people on the internet, but there's one out of

a thousand that'll pop up. And I don't know where these people come from. I don't I got an email the other day from some guy. He's all been out of shape because I spend thirty seconds in two videos per month and I talk about Yetie bar soaps and he says he's gonna he's not gonna listen anymore because he has to fast forward three or four minutes through to get past it. Now, you think he's over overstating

that a little bit. So my response to him, I'd love to tell you his name, because he's a real jackass, but I'm not gonna do that. I don't want to draw attention to him. And I'll bet you he's listening. I bet you he's listening, because sometimes they just can't go away. My response to him was, the only person I really want to lose this week from my podcast is you, brother. You're the only one I want to

want to lose. Do these Yetti bar ads for the Yetti Brothers not because there's any money in it, because there isn't there isn't any money in it. They pay me a little stipend, a little bitty piece of a sale if you use that DC ten code. That makes me an affiliate with their company. But hey, if it really hacks you guys off that I talk about my buddies,

the Yetti Brothers and their soaps. There are other podcasts doing ads for them now, Nance at Buckeye, Bigfoot, Nioma Finn with the Nioma Finn channel, Brian Brian with Sasquatch Odyssey, he's doing ads for them. You guys, use their codes, don't use my code. Use their codes. I do these ads because I love these guys and I want to see their business do well. Sometimes when I talk about their soap, they get a big boost in sales. I don't know why. I don't know why any but he

listens to me. But it's a great product. It really is a great product, and it's the only soap I use. Now, I'm not saying my wife does. She has her own soaps that she uses. But as a dude, I love the way those soaps smell and I use them. But don't use the code DC ten. If it really gets under your skin that I'm selling that I'm helping these guys try to build their business. It just blows me away that people can't take a thirty second little uh.

I guess it's an ad for two guys hustling trying to make a soap company go so to show you that it's not for the money. Use somebody else's code, give it all to use Neoma Fenn's code, or Nance's code or Brian at Sasquatch Odyssey, Lily, what are you barking at? Use their code and let the commissions go to them because I don't care about it. But I'm going to continue to help those guys, and about every I don't know, every third or fourth podcast, I'm gonna

talk about those soaps because they're just good people. And I love good people, and if I can help good people, I'm gonna do it. Oh man, that turned into a rant. I don't know if these stories are true. I've never claimed one is true or one isn't. Anybody else could read the same story I read, and that's happened before, and what I hear from them is, oh, he's an old BS guy, blah blah blah. And I'll read the same story and I get comments from people those same people.

I don't know. It just it is amazing how twisted it is in this bigfoot world. And you know what, it makes me want to quit doing Bigfoot stories. It really does. I hate to say that, but the Bigfoot community, I can't stand them. I cannot stand the Bigfoot purists. They make they drive me insane. Okay, that's all I'm gonna say. And I think you guys know what I'm talking about. All you have to do is you'll find

them in the comments section. All right, you guys, have a great weekend and we'll talk to you on the next podcast. Love you guys, See you then.