I am eighty nine years old now, and I've never told this story to anyone other than my immediate family. I'm in my twilight years, and I feel the need to pass this on to others who may have had encounters. My mother gave birth to me at home, partially because that was the way things were done back then. Daddy was away at work when I decided that it was time to go into my new life journey. Mom was all alone at home when the event took place, and
thankfully things went well. She and I were okay for the hour or so until Dad got home and ran and got the midwife. During the event, Mom looked out the window anxiously waiting for Daddy. There was someone there, but it wasn't him. It was a large, hairy man. It scared her. Mom said. The face smiled at her and then just turned around and walked away. I figured that it saw that she was okay, and it went
on with its day. My mother was deaf, and I grew up and I learned two languages, English and American Sign Language. When I was five years old, we moved to a farm in the Deep South, and I had all kinds of animals to play with dogs and cats and chickens, you name it, we had it. We had a huge garden too. Dad had made a large area for me to play in with a swing set and
a slide and a sandbox. I had a tricycle and a radio flyer wagon too, And since I was an only child, sometimes I just sat on the swing and I swung lazily on my own, facing the woods, wishing desperately I had a playmate, And one day that happened. I was swinging one afternoon when just inside the woodline I saw a small, dark monkeylike thing looking at me. Well,
I was fascinated with animals, so I wasn't scared. I got off the swing and went to the edge of the fence and it smiled at me, and I smiled back, and I waved, and it waved back, and I stretched out my arm and it stepped out further into the opening, and I could see that it was a boy like me, and I motioned for him to come closer. Over the next weeks and months, we visited each other at the woodline and got to know each other as best as we were able to. I could see that he was
interested in my play area. Several times, I found tracks in the sand and the toys were not as I left them, so I suspect that he would come around at night when we were sleeping. One day, when we were visiting at the woodline, his mother came out. She picked him up and took two giant steps to the play area and dropped him in. We were both a bit prized at first, but what fun we had that day. With Dad off at work and Mom being deaf, we
hooped and hollered and had a grand old time. Mom never worried about me because I never left the play area unless I went into the house. In those days, that was how things were done. My new friend pushed me on the wagon and he rode the tricycle. We swung on the swings and went down the slide together. This went on for months. I started calling him buddy, and I would call for him whenever I was in the play area alone. I never told anyone about him, and I kept our play dates to myself. But one
day the inevitable happened. The weather was turning cold, and I was so excited to go out and play that I didn't take a jacket. I'd been out there long enough for Buddy to come out and play. When Mom stepped out the back door and walked to the play area with my jacket, and she stopped in horror and disbelief that the sight of Buddy and me having a grand time playing while his massive beast of a mother
watched from just inside the woodline. Mom let out a scream like no other in Buddy's Mom stepped out of the trees. Well. Buddy was scared out of his wits and he jumped into his mother's arms. They were gone. Mom grabbed me and took me into the house and I wasn't allowed to go to the play area alone again. Mom told Dad to build a large wooden fence to fence off the woodline, and Dad said, if this thing is as big as you say it is, it won't make any difference what we do. But Mom was adamant.
She told him she saw that thing's face twice and she would not tolerate seeing it a third time. She told him to build a fence so they would be moving. But Dad did build the fence and Mom finally calmed down. Now I remember seeing her looking out the kitchen window, checking to see if anyone was there, but to my disappointment, Buddy and I never did have any more visits. A couple of decades and I grew up and went off to college. I went to get a veterinary degree specializing
in large animals. I never forgot my farm experience and my friend Buddy. When I graduated from vet school, I returned to my sleepy little town I grew up in to start a vetinary practice. Mom and dad had passed on and the old house was in some disrepair. I went out to the backyard and looked around. The old play area was still there. It's converted now to an old duck run with a waiting pool that had a few holes in it. That old fence was still there, but it had a few sections missing from it due
to age. The garden area hadn't been used in a decade or more. I took note of all the repairs needed, and I added them to my to do list. When I wasn't getting called out for an animal emergency at this farm or that, I spent all week and remodeling my homestead. Since I was the only vet for fifty miles, I had built quite a client tile, but at the rate I was working, it would be years before I
had the house fixed up. Months later, I had the old house livabool again, and I had heard stories from some of the older folks around me about the buggers in the area and the noises they made at night. There are stories of crops being stolen and animals being taken, and occasional noises around the area. Hearing these stories made me wonder about Buddy and his mom and what happened
to them. After one especially long work week, I was worn smack out and I decided it was time to grill a few burghers and have a beer, and I forgot about the renovations for the weekend. Just as I was starting to light the coals, I heard a grunt from the woodline. I didn't see anything, so I let off the coals and I popped the top, and again a loud grunt came from the woodline. Me and my beer strolled over to that break in the fence for a closer look, and to my surprise, outstepped an eight
foot tall behemoth of a male sasquatch. When he spoke, I dropped my beer. He said, Buddy, it was Buddy, all grown up. I smiled at him, and he smiled back at me, and the next thing I knew, he threw me over his shoulder and he ran with me through the woods. He hauled my butt for miles and at no leisurely pace. We finally came to some deep mountain woods in a ravine and I saw an entire
colony of sasquatch. Buddy brought me to some kind of structure and he set me down, and I looked around, and I saw an enormous alpha male pacing and eyeing me like I was about to be his lunch. This thing was not happy that I was there, but Buddy motioned for me to go inside the structure with him. Inside were several females. One of them was pregnant and in obvious distress. I moved closer to her, but the
other females moved in my way to protect her. To my amazement, she signed to them that I was there to help. The signs she used was old, and most of it I didn't understand, but I was able to understand that she needed water. One of the females left and came back with water in a basket made of leaves. They let me move closer to the pregnant female and
I began my assessment. Her baby was breached, and I tried to communicate with her that I needed to turn the baby around, and after some back and forth, she understood. With buddy standing guard outside, I put pressure on her abdomen to try to turn the baby. Before a newborn, I could tell this was going to be a whopper. I was not able to fully turn the baby on my own, though I had to sign with one of
the other females that I needed her help. It took one human veterinarian and one female Bigfoot attendant, but after a tough few minutes, we got the baby turned around. While this was going on in the hut, I noticed a commotion outside. It sounded guttural and serious, but the baby was almost there and I didn't have time to check it out. It was yelling and gibberish and crashing and howling, and it sounded like all hell was breaking loose.
I was just about to get this little guy out when the hut shook violently and I heard a grunt and a groan and something hit the ground hard. The baby's head had just crowned and I was working on getting a shoulder out when what I can only describe as a chimpanzee frenzy broke out like they were all being chased by a silver back. Out came the other shoulder, and I welcomed the newborn baby boy Sasquatch into the world. At this point, my job was done. They had been
doing this for centuries, I presume. So I set the baby on the mama's belly and I washed him off a bit, and I stroked mom's face and I smiled and she smiled back, and I went out to see what the commotion was all about. I walked outside to one of the most vicious heavyweight fights I could imagine. There they were Buddy and the Alpha posturing each other. The first move was about the Alpha and he tried to jump onto Buddy, but Buddy was too fast. He moved on to his back and grabbed the Alpha, and
he kicked him into a big tree. The tree he shook like it was going to topple over. The Alpha was really pissed off now, and he charged Buddy and they came to blows. If you've ever seen Too Grizzly's fight, it was like that mixed with the power of two silver bagged guerrillas. It was fast and vicious, and by round two they were both torn up and bloody. But he had some deep lacerations on his chest and the Alpha had one clawed open. Well. I watched them and
I wished I still had my beer. As they charged each other, Buddy stepped to the Alpha's blindside and clocked him with a hard, straight left to the nose. There was a sickening sound of bone and blood, and the Alpha found himself on his butt. He let out a howl of anger, and when the two came back together, there was so much power you could feel it in
the ground. Somehow, the Alpha, with obviously years of fighting experience, managed to put Buddy on the ground with an MMA style move that would have made Royce Gracie proud, and then he started to pound on Buddy relentlessly. At that point, I began to worry for my safety. If the Alpha one would I be able to leave? Would I survived the next minutes In post fight, Just then Buddy saw an opening and he pounded the Alpha's nose again. The pain gave Buddy the break he needed. The office screamed
in pained and rolled in the dirt. Buddy jumped up, went over to the alpha, and pounded him into oblivion. Such was the way of things in this group. I suppose the rest of the group quieted down after that, and I no longer feared for my safety. All the tribe came over and touched Buddy, acknowledging him as the new alpha. Just then, the female who had just given
birth stepped out of the hut holding the baby. Buddy went over to her and both of them touched foreheads, and I realized then that she must have been his mate. I wonder there was a fight. Buddy had been protecting his family. As alpha, he had a new large family and breeding rites. And Buddy walked up to me and signed something similar to friend, and I reached up, put my hand on his shoulder and signed it back to him.
Out of the group came an old female with gray hair, and she walked up to me looked at me over. I saw an image in my mind of a young Sosquatch female watching her child playing with a human child. I felt the hope and joy in her that the two species could bridge that gap. I reached out to her with both hands, and I pulled her forehead to mine and thought only love, and in return, she smiled
and she stroked my cheek. I saw tears forming her eyes, and she returned to the group, and I spent a few days with the colony, helping tend to Buddy's wounds and getting to know several of them. A group of young males and Buddy took me back home. After my time with them, I enlarged and rebuilt the play area. Every now and again I would see some young ones playing out there, and I would visit with their watchers. I even came to find out they kind of liked
a beer. And to this day I still have company now and again, though less frequently than before. I'm married a farmer's daughter or a beautiful fiery redhead who kept the family in line, and we lived in the old homestead and we raised our family there. I told my wife this story one night and took her out to the woodline. There I introduced her to my other family.
Once she was over the shock, she loved on those little sasquatch babies like they were her own while they were in the play area, and eventually our own children played together with theirs. My children have grown and gone, but they keep the secret of the homestead. The love of my life has passed, and I will soon go to meet her too. The last time I saw Buddy, he was older like me, and probably a bit slower. I'm sure that he's not the Alpha any longer, but I hope that he is living a slow and good
life now somewhere with his mate. The last time I saw the Sasquatch group, I told him that soon they would not see me anymore, and that it was best that they didn't come back here. That might not be safe. They seem to understand, and we all parted with love and understanding. I only hope that when I get to my final destination, I will also see my Buddy with my wife and my mother and my father, and I hope they have beer where we're going. Okay, I just
opened this story up. It was one of the longer stories I had, and since I'm just doing one story in this podcast, I picked the largest file in a list of about thirty stories I have ready to go. So this is obviously a fictional story. I don't know. I guess it could be true, but the writer didn't say it was fiction. But it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. You never know, You never
there are weirder things. Well, I don't know if there's any weirder things that have happened, but probably I'm going to write this off as fiction. I just didn't know what it was. But it was a great story. Didn't y'all think that was a great story? Let me know in the comments section? Uh, you know. I put out I Am quitting the I'm Quitting video back about a
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