Okay, here's a bigfoot story that I thought was interesting. I grew up just outside of Davenport, Iowa, in the nineteen sixties and seventies. We grew up around cornfields as well as apple, pear and cherry orchards. My first encounter was around at the age of seven. I would wake up and hear sounds that were really strange, even for the countryside. We had a German shepherd who stayed outside and would usually not make noise at night unless there
was something moving around. But one night it was barking his head off. I decided to get out of bed to see what was causing him to make so much noise. I had walked to our back door when I suddenly stopped in the living room. There was a hairy face in the window watching me. Unfortunately, it wasn't the only time I saw it. It happened several times in my youth. As I got a bit older, some of the other girls and I would walk up to the corn field
just before dark. We were rather daring as young girls playing at night. On one of our walks, we started to hear something growling. We knew it wasn't a dog because the farmer lived quite a way from the field. There weren't many boys who lived by us, or we didn't think it was one of them either, And when we reached the street light at the opening of the cornfield, we saw something moving and then suddenly we heard a loud,
rib shaking growl, and we took off running. We all went home, and we never said anything to anyone about what had happened. The last time I had heard or seen anything was just before I became a teenager. I would see a face in the window every now and then, and it would be smiling at me. Now that I think back on what happened, I'm beginning to believe that the one in the window was possibly what we heard in the cornfield, because around that time I was being bullied.
Perhaps the face in the window had followed us to the cornfield to give the other girls a scare. Well. I'm retired now, though, and I still think about that face. I never did figure out who or what that was. Thank you for giving me the chance to share my story, And to those who are afraid to tell of their encounters, please don't bottle it up, send them to cam oh Well. Thank you for that that's a full visual of a creature looking at you from outside the house through a window.
That's really really interesting. It's really sort of profound, and I have no doubt that you will never never forget that as long as you live. So I really appressed. Was an exciting story and I really appreciate the writer. Thank you. Here's an Australian bigfoot or Yowi story that I thought was great. I've been a solo Yowi researcher for about twelve years. My amazing and totally unexpected encounter happened in the rainforest walking track between Baron Dam and
Condolila Falls on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland, Australia. It was February twenty twelve and it was one pm in the afternoon. After a significant five day rain event had passed through the Sunshine Coast. I decided to go to the Bahroon Pocket Dam to have a look at the spillway, which was apparently going mental. I could see from the walking track that the spillway was closed as the track
was damaged. I thought, to hell with it, I'm going to go for a walk to flat Rock roughly four kilometers return on the Condolila track, but I didn't make it that far. I was ten minutes past the junction into the walk when I noticed that all the birds had gone silent. Prior to this, I heard the familiar cats and birds and whipbird calls echoing through the rainforest, along with the frogs and the cicadas. It was like someone had flicked a switch. At this point, I should
have retreated, but I didn't. I stopped and slowly looked about, and I saw and heard nothing, just did silence and a slight breeze under the rainforest canopy. I dismissed the silence what would have been normally a foreboding sign to leave the area, and to this day I still don't know why I continued. I got to a bridge and I heard a scratching noise thirty meters to my right. My neck hair stood up. I stopped and looked in
that direction, but I saw nothing. Without thinking, it took me one step forward, and my walking boot made a clunk sound on the wooden planking on the bridge. That's when I saw it, and that's when it saw me. The first thing was a pair of huge, dark colored eyes and the top of a big head, and then it just rose from behind a dead tree and two giant ferns to full height. I was stunned. I estimated him to be nine feet tall. He had dark brown fer and he was built like a barn. He was
easily three feet across at the shoulders. I was totally gobsmacked and in awe at the same time. I just stared at him, and he stared right back at me. It felt like forever, and then he did the most unexpected thing that I'll never forget. He let out a big sigh that snapped me out of it. My brain was going nuts over what to do. My video camera was in my backpack, but I didn't dare to reach
for it. I knew if I ran, I was screwed, so I just put both hands up in the air to be as non threatening as I could be and as calm as humanly possible verbally apologized for disturbing him. Then he did another amazing thing. He relaxed. His shoulders sagged a bit, and I saw this as my avenue to escape. I think he understood, and I slowly backed up. He didn't move, he just kept staring. I never felt threatened. It was more surprise and curiosity, but there was no
aggression on his part. I must have crab walked one hundred and fifty meters, not taking my eyes off him until I got around the corner, and then I took off like a bolt back to the car park. I've never run like that in my life. I made it back to my car with my heart in my mouth and my adrenaline level out the window. I unlocked the car and threw my raincoat and backpack in and suddenly felt my hair on the back of my next day up again. And then that awful dead smell hit me
like a slap in the face. It was so strong I felt nauseous. It was incredible. I couldn't see him, but I know he was there. I thought to myself, you sneaky bugger. Had he tricked me into thinking there wasn't a threat just to come after me without me being prepared? Or was he just making sure I was really leaving? And then as quick as it started, it ended when the car appeared in the parking lot. I thank God for saving me. I felt the tention in the air dissipate, and I never went back to that
place alone. I've been a lifelong transmission rebuilder, and in the year two thousand, I opened my own shop in Summerville. It had three lifts and it was joined by an automotive shop with a solid block wall dividing the two. The automotive shop was run by a man named Keith, who had been there for twenty years. Keith was a good man and he and I became friends. My nephew, Raymond, was also a transmission man. About four weeks after I opened, he would come to help me. I opened my shop
and I was there all day. That night, I had another friend who would come in and pull the transmissions out so I could rebuild them the next day. The following night he would put them back in. One morning, I arrived at seven am. I opened the roll up shop door and out of the corner of my eye saw a black looking animal run by me and then hide behind a trash can. It looked more like a shadow than a solid critter. I picked up a shovel, ready to defend my shop now. I quickly pulled the
can back and there was nothing there. I soon forgot about it, but at that point things started to happen. I would be in the shop during the day reb building a transmission, and I would hear a wrench or a metallic object hit the floor as if it had been dropped from six feet in the air. I'd walk around the cars and there wouldn't be anything there. I knew right off it wasn't from the shop on the other side. He was in there with me. I had a restroom at one end, and I could see the
mirror in the hallway from the shop. Around the corner from it was a toilet, And sometimes when I would go to relieve myself, I would smell a woman's perfume, and sometimes I would smell pipe tobacco. Sometimes I would hear a loud bang on the side of the building. I would walk out and look, but nothing would ever be there. One night, my friend Benny was putting a transmission in for me. Around eight pm. He called me and he told me that I needed to come in.
I asked him why, and he said the lift wouldn't come down and the car was stuck up in the air. I hung up and I started putting my shoes on when he called back, and he said the lift had come down on its own and he was leaving the next day. Keith came over and laughed. He said he was up there working late. When Benny came over to his shop scared to death. I asked him why, and Keith told Bennie that he had seen Henry. I asked who that was, and Keith informed me that it was
a ghost that lived in the building. Henry was the name his wife gave him. I asked Keith if he had seen strange things too, and he said, strange stuff had happened all the time for the past twenty years. I called Benny and I asked him to come up and put in a transmission for me that night. He asked if I was going to be there, and he said that he wouldn't come back by himself to work in that shop again. He told me that I had a ghost. I asked him what had happened, and what
he told me made my hair stand on in. Benny said that when he worked and in a burgundy colored shirt, watched him from the mirror. Ben he heard him sometimes, and sometimes he'd see him walk by. My nephew finally came to help me. Instead never told him anything. He had an old race car and at night he would stay and work on that. After maybe three weeks, I asked him if he had seen or heard anything strange. He started telling me stories about all the strange noises
and shadows that he would see walking by. One day he went out of town for a race and I was in the shop with the doors closed and I was working. All of a sudden, I felt a pair of lips against the back of my neck, and I felt air blow and took on me. I turned around. I was ready to fight, but there was nothing there. There was another time I was walking across the shop when something put its fingers in my right back pocket and gave me a hard tug. I turned around, and
again there was nothing there. My nephew and his friend were in the shop one night talking when his friend did a double take. He swore that he saw a man standing there, and then the man vanished. On another night, my nephew was working on his race car. He was by himself, and he was whistling a tune, and when he stopped whistling, right in front of him, someone whistled the exact same tune. After that he left for the night. And then on another time I had a customer in
the shop and we had a slight disagreement. We were raising our voices at each other when suddenly he stopped talking. In the corner, about five feet away, he could hear muffled voices of two people arguing back and forth, just like we had been arguing. The man looked in the direction it came from, and then he turned white. He turned around and just left. Finally, after a year, I closed up and moved to another shop closer to home. Have many other stories from that creepy place, but I'll
save them for another time. I'm retired now, and every time I ride by that old building, I still think about Henry. I spent twenty five years in Alaska, and it took me over five years to gain the confidence of the elders in several tribal groups, allowing them to share their stories and experiences of encounters, as well as the history of the creatures and critters and their living legacies.
An elder once handed me a wooly rhinoceros tooth that his elders had hunted in Alaska and handed down from generation to generation. We documented that it became extinct in its region around the late sixteen hundreds or early seventeen hundreds, having previously been used as food. Alaska is the land
of extreme beauty and extreme hardship. I have worked and travel from the Alaska Pipeline in the Arctic, to Dutch Harbor and fishing ports in the Eleusian Chain, to the Alaskan Panhandle gold mines, to the Keen Eye Peninsula into our big city of Anchorage. I have the adventures of Jack London, but I live to tell about it. In Alaska, it is common to see moose, grizzly bears, links, porcupines, and more strolling along the streets and alleys looking for
careless individuals who leave their garbage accessible and unsecured. Black bears will work together to open a dumpster. One keeps watch and another acts as a stepping stone to go inside and gather a meal. We used to put our kids in pajamas and take them to the dump and watch the bears rummage around. Then the animals navigate by using the power line easements and retreat back into their wilderness,
which is just a few blocks away. After many good years there, I moved to East Texas, where it was one hundred and thirty seven degrees fahrenheit warmer than it had been in Alaska the previous winter. My bones appreciated it, and I learned just how prevalent the cryptids are here. I used to think it was just the wild dogs in the countryside running about, but I learned there is
so much more. They are out there, cryptids lurking in the shadows, nestled in their dens during the day, but at night, watching and waiting and sometimes making themselves revealed to people like me. I live in a suburb with a population of just under one hundred thousand, yet I encountered what some stated as a dog man. If you travel east to Texas, your first observation is likely to be the lush greenery everywhere. It is gently spread out.
You do not have big city landscapes with skylines blocking the views of the heavens. Rather, you have houses and small businesses with strips of green trees and plants lining the streets everywhere. It's not the wilderness of Alaska, but it is open in this beautiful country, and it's refreshing. You often hear dogs barking in certain areas, and then everything suddenly goes quiet, leaving you the sense that something
is amiss. But most of us just turn over and go back to sleep, feeling that we are safe inside here. Most areas are open with single story business office strips and homes. My doctor's appointment was at one such location, a traditional one story multi building office complex. After my doctor's visit, my service dog and I went outside to wait for my ride. My dog is a smaller jack Russell terrier. She caught a scent and began pulling me along,
which is unusual for her, and then she stopped. By then, I had developed some vision loss and I could not see my surroundings clearly. I wondered what the issue was. She was trained to bark when someone approached to learning me, to visitors at the house or around me, but she did not bark or make a sound. I knelt down and I felt her shaking violently. She leaped into my arms and I held her shivering body. I suddenly heard nothing.
It was too quiet, even for me, like when a heavy cloud passes in front of the sun and it blocks the light and cast the ground in shadows, except it was some sort of presence blocking out the sound. I didn't move or make sudden motions. I just held my dog and continued to breathe quietly and waited for the presence to move away. In Alaska, my dog's behavior usually indicated the presence of a moose nearby, or a predator such as a wolf or once a black bear
that slept in our tree. Up there, we lived next to the nature reserve where we were part of a game trail. So I breathed the cautious exhale of concern. What was it? Then my nose was assaulted. What was that smell? I wondered if my dog had made a mess on me. But that wasn't it. And then suddenly the presence and the smell moved on. I heard birds chirping and even frogs croaking. If it weren't for my dog's behavior, I would have thought my hearing was experiencing
a lapse. But as soon as the sounds came back, she jumped out of my arms and started sniffing a spot nearby. I have some vision loss, but even I could see the footprint and the soft earth next to me. My weigh over two hundred and fifty pounds, and my foot barely left a crease, while the one next to me left a deep print in the mud. It was long and narrow, ending with three long and distinct claw arks deeply imprinted in the mud. Now wear USIZ thirteen shoe,
and I took a picture for comparison. It was longer and wider and heavier than mine. I'm not a hunter gatherer, so I sent my pictures to experience hunters and expedition hunters back in Alaska, and not one of them could identify what it was. Others in my area have shared their encounters with creatures here in East Texas, including run ins with beasts that are ten to twelve feet tall,
and they aren't always friendly. From listening to various broadcasts, what I encountered was best described as a dog man. There's more to share, but only for those not faint of heart. Let me know and I'll tell you all the details. I'm a loyal subscriber to your channel. You read our stories without disputing or belittling the events and encounters that we share. I love your reading style too. It is based and honest and good natured and enthusiastic.
This is great since the reason is not to create debate and endless supposed scientific criticisms and disputes, but to relate our stories and allow us to share experiences which challenge our perspectives and oftentimes leave us in bewilderment. And he goes on to tell me how much he likes the channel, and I really appreciate that. I thought, for a minute this was going to be a full on visual encounter with a dog man, because Rebecca had listed
this as a dog man story. Usually when I see dog man stories, we don't get the anecdotal type stuff. We get full blown visual sighting encounters. However, this story is interesting because for some reason something stopped him and his dog in their tracks and they look down and they see a track of some kind of a canine I'm guessing canine. I don't think he ever said he what it was. He said what he thinks it is.
But I thought the story was very interesting and maybe the way it was written was the way what really pulled me in. And that can sometimes happen. You can read a story that's not really full of, you know, shoot him up type action, but it's written so well that it pulls you in to where you want to know what's going on. So I really like this story, So I appreciate the writer for sending it Okay, as
another short podcast. I'm doing these in the morning and trying to crank out as many as I can because I've been absent a lot the last few months and i want to try to catch up and get caught back up on this content. So I really appreciate you listening this far, and we'll see you guys on the next one. Thank you.