Okay, here's what I think is a Bigfoot story. The writer's name is Bibo b Ee b O b Bow. I've been running around the woods all my life, from creek beds to swamps to dirt roads and fields, and all that time I never experienced anything strange. That is until recently. Two weeks before hunting season ended this year, my son in law and I wanted to shoot some hogs. That morning, I put out some corn for the afternoon hunt.
A little before dark thirty, we headed to the box stand and we jumped five deer eating out of the corn pile. When they scattered off, we got settled in and man, were those woods alive. Everything was talking, from crickets to frogs and raccoons and owls. We could hear the hogs coming from the left side of the swamp, walking through the water and mud. My son in law picked up his ar, looked through his thermal scope and
said there were five pigs at the pile. I told him to hold on, let's wait for the big ones to come out. There was a loud yell coming from fifty yards down the swamp from us. It happened just instantly. Everything that was making noise in the woods went silent. It all just suddenly died out, like a light switch had been flicked off. What the hell is that, my son in law asked, looking like he was ready to get the hell out of there. Well, I don't know,
I said, I never heard anything like that before. When we heard the coyotes start back up, we decided to wait it out for a little longer, and a few minutes later, all the other animals and insects in the woods came back to life, filling the air was sound again. It was the strangest sensation hearing all the noise sucked out of the forest like that, only to hear it return a little while later. It was like someone had their hands on the volume knob and turned it down
and then turned it back up again. Two weeks later, I put a pig brig trap down below where we had been sitting that night, and I caught sixteen little pigs out of it, and then rebaited it and set it again. The next morning, I found two hundred and fifty pounders. It was cold and raining that day, and I didn't want to deal with them then, knowing it was going to be a sunny day, the next day, so I went on about my day and the next morning set out to get the hogs. But when I
got there, the hogs were gone. I got out of my truck and walked closer, and I saw that on the back side of the trap two of the tea posts had been pushed almost all the way into the ground, without the smallest sign of blood. I looked around for signs of tracks, but I didn't find anything but pine straw. I refixed the trap and went on about my day, and the next morning, on the walk to my truck, I found five dead birds lying in a row on
the ground. Even the cats wouldn't go near them, so I asked my son and daughter if they had seen them, but they said they hadn't, and I left them there and didn't go back down to that part of the woods for a month, except to occasionally check on the hog trap. A week ago, when it was hot down there in my neck of the woods, my daughter and I got on a dirt bike to look for hog signs. There was nothing around the farm, so we headed down
to the swamp. The heat was getting to us, so we got off the bike and took a walk down to the creek and cooled off. We didn't see much other than deer and coon tracks along the way and in the cold water of the creek, we didn't see anything out of place. An alligator came back to check us out, and we saw two watermocks and sunning on an old log, but otherwise it was uneventful. Then we heard a wood knock. It was loud and distinct, and
my daughter and I looked at each other. There was a lot of natural noises that you expect to hear in our neck of the woods, but that wasn't one of them. We got out of there and headed back home. A little rattle by the noise, but not enough to make me lose sleep. The missing pigs and that would not don't keep me from enjoying my land. But for a man who spent his entire life outdoors, it is unsettling to think of what could be out there that I never knew about. And then he signs offices. Keep
up the good work. You're doing a good job. I'm a believer. I appreciate that that was a good story. It's a lot of anecdotal evidence, but it's good evidence, and it makes a dang good story. Awesome. Thanks for sending it. In September of two thousand and six, I was living in the small town of Gardnerville in western Nevada. One night, as I was driving to visit a friend in Reno, I kept seeing white streaks in the dark sky.
I thought it must have been my imagination. After visiting with my friend for a few hours, I drove home and I had forgotten about it. When I was almost at my house, I saw the little white streaks again, and I became dizzy and disoriented. The feeling was so intense that I couldn't see, so I pulled over until the feeling subsided, and when I could see again clearly, I drove to my friend John's house, who lived nearby.
He told me that earlier in the evening he had seen the white streaks in the sky, and when I told him I had seen them too, he grabbed our drinks and headed outside to see if they were still there. The sky was empty, but we heard something strange throughout the surrounding neighborhoods. Dogs were barking in a way I have never heard before. It wasn't overly loud or obnoxious.
It was like they were talking to each other. One would bark a bit, and then the other dog from a couple of streets over would respond, and then another, as if they were having a conversation or they were exchangeing information. That's when I felt the air change around us. It became so still and quiet that even the dogs stopped talking to each other. I was a little freaked out, and I decided that it was a good time to go. And then a minute later I was back home and
talking to my friend who was staying with me. I went over the weird events of the night, and we ended up outside again. And when I looked up at the sky, there they were. Sarah, there are the white streaks, I said. Just as the words came out of my mouth, a huge white bird flew over a light pole in the parking lot across the street, and it hovered for a moment above it. It turned its head and looked in our direction, and then it flew right at us.
In a panic, we ran too the safety of the house, but just before we got inside, I turned to look at the bird again and saw the massive muscles on its wings as they moved up and down. It veered over to my neighbor's house and landed on his roof, and the tips of the massive wings stretched out by two or three feet over both sides. After a few seconds of silence, the bird seemed to notice us again, and it jumped off the roof and swooped low over the street toward us. But we were completely frozen in
all and we couldn't run. When it was just a few feet from us, it cut quickly upward into the air to avoid running into a fence and some telephone cables. Its body swept right over us, just three feet over my head, and it landed on my neighbor's rooftop behind me. Its torso was at least ten feet long, and its breadth was two or three feet across. After it landed on the neighbor's rooftop, I got creeped out and ran
into the house. As majestic as this thing was, the part of me was afraid of it and that it might try to pick me up in its mass of claws. The next morning, as soon as it was daylight, I ran over to my neighbor's house with a measuring tape. That bird's wingspan was twenty five feet wide, and I was grateful that my friend saw it too, Otherwise there was no way anyone would believe me. And then, to add to the strangeness, I learned that our neighbor whose
house the bird landed on, died the night before. Some time later, I was watching the History Channel when one of the guests mentioned something about thunderbirds. I got on the Internet as fast as I could, and after looking at numerous images of the legendary creature, I'm certain that is what I saw that night. And I'm certain those were the white streaks my friend and I had seen
moving through the sky. Maybe they were the cause of my disorientation that night and the feeling of strange in the air and the unusual way the dogs were acting. Despite my neighbor's tragic death, and knowing that that thunderbird could have easily flown off with me and its claws, I have always felt blessed to have witnessed one with
my own eyes. Oh man, that was great. We don't get too many thunderbird stories I've been I've done a half a dozen through the years, but they're always really cool. I really appreciate this email. Thank you to the writer. I was looking back to see it's a woman She didn't say to use her name, so I won't, but if she hears it, she'll know that she sent the stories really good. It's really good story. Thank you. My
name is Angie. My husband Keith, is from South Dakota, but we met and lived in my home state of Wisconsin. We're pretty basic normies as far as people go, and we don't lead exciting and adventurous lives, but we're both content and pleased with the life that we share together. One thing that we always wanted to try was stealth camping. As it implies, it's a type of sneaky camping where you'd try to be near or amongst people without them
being aware that you're there. We decided to have our inaugural stealth camping adventure in Rapid City, near Keith's mother and stepdad, who we would be visiting. We planned out all the pertinent details, and after a nice time with Keith's family, we set off to start our camping trip. The place we chose to camp was on public property, close to a street with houses in the Theodore Roosevelt Expressway.
When it was still daylight, we parked our car in a nearby lot and we donned a blade's orange vests that said tree Services across the back. We put on matching white hard hats and walked around the area, surveying where we thought would be a good spot where we could blend in and not be seen, yet also not be too deep in the wooded area. I noticed people milling around in the distance, but no one seemed to be paying any attention to us, which was perfect as
far as we were concerned. With the daylight finally fading, we returned to our car and retrieved our camping supplies from the trunk and went to the spot we'd picked out. We didn't think we did much for a short night in the woods, so it was just the basics. Keith tied off a small olive green tart between two trees so we would not be spotted from the nearby houses. It wasn't necessary to have any such visual protection from the expressway, since we thought we were deep enough in
the woods not to be seen by passing vehicles. Behind the tarp, we laid out our bedroll on the ground and our wool blanket on top of that. We didn't bring any food, but we did have a large jug of water and a couple of led flashlights. When it got dark, we laid on top of the bedroll and unfolded the blanket and got under it. It felt to me like one of our date nights, the two of us together, just talking and holding each other tight, breathing in the cool night air, with nature all around us.
I remember being very relaxed and comfortable with my husband at my side, and I eventually fell asleep. I woke to Keith firmly shaking me awake. When I asked him what was going on, he said something had thrown a handful of loose dirt at us. I felt the top of the blanket and sure enough it was covered with dirt, and I put my fingers in my hair and felt
it there too. We turned on our flashlights and looked at the blanket, and we saw the dirt covering us, And just as we were trying to figure out what the hell was happening, another shower of dirt was halted us from out of the darkness. We were pelted once again, with it sprang our faces, the blanket and the tart behind us. We pointed our flashlights in the area of the dirt came from, and then we saw something that changed both of our lives and got us on the
cryptid subject. It was a brown fur covered female sasquatch trying to hide behind a tree that was much too small to hide her body. Keith and I were at a complete loss for words and just sat there, gobsmacked. And when the flashlight beams were on her, she led out a low woofing noise and began to sway a little from one side to the other as she showed us her teeth, And she screamed at us and turned around and ran faster than any human I've ever seen,
deeper into the woods, and she disappeared from sight. Her face was flat and white, like a mix between a human and a gorilla, but without any fur on her cheeks. She had a prominent brow ridge similar to that of the Neanderthal, and her teeth weren't as dirty as you would expect. She had large breasts, and her arms and hands went down below her knees. She was muscular. Keith said she was six and a half feet tall, and there wasn't a man alive in the NFL capable of
tackling this person. After she left, it wasn't too awful long until sunrise, and we packed up what few items we had and we got in the car and we drove home. We were not frightened by what we saw because we fully realized that we humans share this world with things both explained and unexplained. Since that experience, Keith and I have stealth camped three more times and we continued to do so. Thanks a bunch, Angie and Keith.
Oh what a cool story. Just a total full sighting, no violence, no anything changed their lives and they still stealth camp. They're brave. They're brave, braver than I would be. What an awesome story. Thanks for sending this, Angie, is a great story. Thank you for listening all the way to the end of this podcast. I really appreciate that. Hit the like button before you there you go, Maybe hit the subscribe button. That would be cool, but you don't have to, but come back, come back and listen
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