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Lindsey from northern MN writes “I was raspberry field picking and encountered what I at first thought was a mother bear and 2 cubs but they had hair not fur and it was auburn/brown less black like the bears in the area. The mother (large one) was distinctly “picking“ raspberries which has never sat well with me. A bear would have eaten berries off the bush and not as quiet.
The two young ones always had their back towards me and I think they were trying to be in little balls. I never saw their faces. They were trying not to appear large. The big one held its head down so I didn’t see eyes or face. I didn’t even know they were there until I was too damn close to do anything about it. My child mind was in the space of it could have killed me if it wanted to. I picked right around it ended the row and very quietly and slowly retreating back to my grandfather and grandma who were back at the house.
I told them there were bears in the field my grandfather shot off a rifle several times to scare them away. I knew damn well it wasn’t a bear but I also was under 12 and I didn’t know what it was I didn’t have words to describe exactly what I had seen nor had I heard of big foot or Sasquatch. I was however completely terrified by this experience.
Having seen a grizzly bear as an adult and a very large black bear I can say it was not that. I think it was kneeling and crouching. I was directly on the other side of the bush from it the raspberries were set up in rows. This was a large field surrounded by forest on three sides. Lots of deer lived in the area my family hunted and I grew up spending all my summers with them helping pick.
It happened very early in the morning I was the first one out there and the dew was still wet on the leaves and it was cool still. The sun was just starting to come up but it was still filtering through the trees. We didn’t start picking this early but I wanted to get a jump on it because the summers were so hot and humid. I used to pick what was equivalent to 24 pints 2 flat carriers before it would get too hot to mess with. Everyone in the area knew my grandma. She was very popular and she raised my mom in Detroit lakes with 5 other siblings.
So I didn’t want people bothering her as she had dementia and failing heath as she was in her late 90’s. I had stumbled on your show by accident but having the experience I had obviously I listened to all the episodes. I never heard anything like the Ohio sounds they make on property nor the gibberish that was recorded in CA. I have heard what I can only describe to you as broken owls. They weren’t quite right but I couldn’t put my finger on exactly how I knew but I just felt like it was mimicking owl maybe. Grandpa lit the property like it was Fort Knox.
I maybe understand that more now after listening to your show. They were one of the first people to move into that area. Across the road from them which is like 1/4 mile away from their house was the nearest neighbor and Skip had a cabin and he would fish on weekends. My grandparents lived there full time. None of their immediate neighbors did. And again very spread out. You were truly on your own out there if anything happened.
That was the last time I ever picked berries alone. I wouldn’t go that far into that field either. I would never have my back turned to those trees either after that experience.”
Lorenzo writes "I have gone back and forth wanting to email you. I'm just going to start from a weird encounter then into the sighting I had. In 2014, My wife and I were visiting her parents in Brookings Oregon, Brookings is a pretty rural area on the southern coast of Oregon on the border of California near the redwoods and being from Southern California it was simply beautiful.
My father in law wanted to take us up the Winchuck River to a place called the lundlum house. its an open cabin you can camp at. This cabin is 11 miles up river from the 101. While we were driving up you veer left on wheeler creek rd from Winchuck river road. This road turns into dirt and gravel, while we were driving up a red SUV came flying down the road back towards Winchuck River rd they almost hit us and at the time we thought they were just jerks. We kept going and on the right you see this two story cabin and there is open grass area there's a trail down to the river its beautiful. No one was in the cabin so I went in and explored the cabin and layout. Then I noticed the trail to the river and this is where it got weird.
I walk down the trail and I am taking in the scenery I look to my right and see a chair, a fishing pole with the line still in the water and an open beer can almost still full. I found it odd and no one was around... It took me a couple minutes to put it together did those people we past leave this stuff? I showed my wife and we found it odd. November 2016 we were back visiting my in laws with my son who was born in June of 2016. we also had a friend come along and one day we decided to show her the cabin. Right before we do the slight left up the road to the Ludlum house I had an anxious feeling come over me.
We were driving slow because we were in a Prius and my son in the car. The river is to our right and around a bend I look down at the river and what I see is something standing upright in the middle of the river and look over its shoulder as we drive past and I say to my wife did you see that and she said yep that was sasquatch. We park in an area where there are camp sights and my wife and our friend get out and I said I am going to stay with the car and the whole time it felt like we were being watch and I basically ushered my friend and her friend back in the car because I didn't like the feeling. Driving back to the main road we were talking about it and we convinced ourselves what we saw we really didn't see it.
I was very observant about where I saw the creature and I thought maybe it was a tree or something but I thought I recognized the spot but that spot had nothing in the middle of the river. To me inside I thought oh we did see what we saw and it moved on. Wes ever since that I get a weird feeling going up the Winchuck River after 6 miles, Its beautiful up there but I just don't like going up that way.
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Nick writes “I had a roadside sighting in CA with my mom summer of 2008 when I was 18. It was about 12:30-1am in the foothills of Placerville CA. We had a newspaper route that often had us heading home past midnight. It was mid August a few months after graduating from high school.
It was a beautiful night we had the windows down just cruising. My mom had a Geo Metro that we used for the paper route with a 3 cylinder engine so it was not fast lol. It was a blind corner and our headlights hit this thing, and my mom didn’t see it at first (she never sees anything, we once almost hit a buck so close I could see the velvet on his antlers but she didn’t see it at all) but then she downshifted and hit the gas. I knew what I saw but I turned to her and asked what she saw, she had the same description as me so knew I wasn’t crazy because what I saw was nothing short of impossible.
I saw it running before the headlights actually hit it and it was like a cartoon how it was running, hands down by his side ( I say his because for some reason I knew it was a male) and his head didn’t bobble at all. As soon as the headlight hit this thing it just stopped on a dime, the dust it kicked up floating past like a mist as it stood there. Bright like blood orange eye shine (not glowing) with a hint of green.
It was holding a watermelon in one arm with other hanging down by its side it’s hand shaped like a Lego man hand. It wasn’t crazy huge, maybe six to six and a half feet tall. All black but thinning around the pecks. I could see the veins in his biceps. It looked like an Aboriginal person from Australia. That’s the closest thing I can compare it too. Very human like. Definitely not an animal.”
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Tonight I am going to chat with 3 individuals, all hunters and all of them have experienced something they cannot explain while hunting. Joe who is from Ohio had a strange experience while hunting.
Ross who is also an experienced hunter writes "I recently picked up my bow to go hunting for whitetail after about a 15 year hiatus. I have moved to Columbia SC from NC . But I was raised in the mountains of West Virginia. We’re I was hunting in SC was part of the urban hunting that was provided almost in the city right on the outskirts I had moved to a apartment and found 15 acres were there were at least 6 deer on it . 4 does and two bucks was what I have seen .
Now this was last October. I was hunting from the ground and I had 4 does run by me very spooked and then 3 of those deer ran back by me . As I was sitting there I noticed that there was what I thought was a wild hog on the ground about 50 yards away from me. As I struggled to see what it was ,looking back I believe this animal was fazing into our reality.
Then we will wrap up with Ryan who is from Oregon. Ryan describes hearing what sounded like people talking but could not figure who or what it was. In the same area he describes seeing this ball of light that was 20 feet across go down into the canyon.
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I will be speaking to Author Justin McNeal about his new book The Bigfoot Paradox: Everything is a Lie, and Everything is True.
Summary of the bookAre you ready to question everything you thought you knew?
For centuries, legends of towering, elusive giants lurking in the wilderness have haunted our imagination and defied explanation. But what if the stories were true...and false at the same time? This isn’t just a book about Bigfoot—it’s an invitation to step into a twisted reality where myth and fact blur, and where truth hides in the shadows, waiting to ambush you.
Inside these pages, you’ll uncover shocking accounts, cryptic clues, and hidden histories that have remained buried for decades. You’ll journey through hoaxes, government cover-ups, scientific anomalies, and eerie encounters that will make you question every “fact” you’ve ever heard about the legend of Bigfoot.
But this story doesn't end with distant folklore. The author himself has ventured deep into the unknown, surviving a harrowing encounter with beasts as legendary as Bigfoot himself—a near-fatal experience that left him forever changed. Step into his world, where personal brushes with terror, close calls, and whispered secrets reveal a side of cryptids you've never seen before.
This book doesn’t ask if Bigfoot exists. It dares you to decide for yourself.
Delve into the unknown, the mysterious, and the truth that will leave you speechless.
Prepare to question everything you thought you knew: Are the hunters actually the hunted?"Discover the real reason no bodies are ever found… or is that just another lie?"
From ancient legends to modern cover-ups, has the truth about Bigfoot been hiding in plain sight?"
Science or folklore? This book blurs the line until there’s no going back."
A shocking experiment proves: People see what they want to see. But what if you're wrong?"
An eerie blend of fact and fiction—so twisted even we aren’t sure what’s real anymore."
Is Bigfoot just a myth… or an unearthly being defying everything we understand?"
The exercises in this book will awaken your spirit, break you free from the constraints of modern life, and transform you into a primal force of nature—drawing Bigfoot to you like a magnet.
The Bigfoot Paradox: Everything is a Lie, and Everything is True
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Tonight I will be speaking with Corey from Central Oregon. Corey in 1994 was partying on Round Butte. That night turned into terror as the group was spot lighted from this large ball of light in the sky. On their way out Corey and his friends saw a large creature and decided to give chase. The night gets much stranger.
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Thomas writes "Hey wes longtime listener I live in cle elum wa I had a sighting in 1976 when I was 9 so if interested get ahold of me 😁.” Spoke to the witness and he has agreed to come on the show.
He said “My older sister wanted to go have a smoke and she was not allowed to smoke. We hiked through the forest when I came upon this creature and it was squatted down. I heard the growl before I saw it.
I am about 8 feet away and the creature went from a crouched position to standing up and it seemed like she went up and up and up. It had a lot of human features but the mouth went from ear to ear. I could not believe how big the mouth was. I staring at it and it is staring at me and my sister grabs me and we take off running.
My aunt later told me that “it” lives in her barn, she saw it many times.”
We will also be speaking to Gil and Gil writes "In 1987 when I was fifteen years old and on my way home one late night or early morning on my moped and one stepped into the road right in front of me and stopped directly in front of me and I almost hit him. I was so close to him I could have touched him.
From the first to the last, my latest sighting I saw a family , being a large male and female who was just a foot shorter than the male, and she was carrying a little one, it was less than a mile from my home , they had glowing red eyes and the little one had glowing white eyes. they crossed the road in front of me and then stopped on the side of the road."
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Spoke to Todd and Kerri who are from Louisiana. They were camping and had seen eyeshine from two individuals who were about 6-7 feet tall. Kerri and Todd describe pebbles hitting their tent and strange vocalizations.
The two individuals came into camp and were touching the tent and walking around the camp. Todd says “I could hear them hitting my truck and I lost it. I came out of my tent with an airhorn and yelling. We grabbed our stuff and left. I forgot my phone which was recording.”
After the truck drives off you hear a strange vocalization I thought was a hog but the more I listened to it, its not a hog.
Cossatot sounds
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Tonight I will be speaking to Doug who is from Alberta Canada. John writes "My family and extended family arrived at the Wabasso Campsite the afternoon on Sunday August 7th 2022. Its important to note that the holiday fell on August 1st that year so we arrived after the long weekend rush, additionally it was a Sunday (not on a long weekend) so the campground wasn’t as busy.
Our trailer was located at the first spot (D1) on the right as you enter Loop D at the Wabasso campsite. Our family typically books this campground during this time year every year so we’re familiar with the area. My father and mother in-law as well as my brother and sister in-law along with my two nephews (6 & 8 years old at the time), joined my wife and I and our two daughters (5 & 7) for a week-long family camping trip. We had booked site D1 for my immediate family, my father and mother in-law we located directly NW of us across the roadway and my brother and sister in-law were our neighbors directly to the East of us.
After a busy first day and getting all three of our sites setup and everyone situated and fed, we decided to have a fire with the entire family at my father and mother in-laws site located directly across the roadway from our site. After the sun had set and darkness was beginning to fall, we decided to put all our children to bed at around 10:00-10:30PM. After tending to our children's bedtime routines, we bid goodnight to our daughters, who were bubbling with excitement about our camping adventure.
They giggled and laughed as we left them snug in their beds in our trailer. My wife and I made our way across to rejoin our family around the fire. We all were sitting on one side of the fire when we rejoined the
group as there was a light wind and we were avoiding the smoke from the fire. Shortly after sitting, the light wind changed direction and I was the first to take action making the jump across the semicircle now sitting across from my entire family on the other side of the fire. This change in seating now gave me a better vantage point now looking South and in better view of our Trailer and children. Who at this point had quieted down as we could no longer hear laughter coming from our trailer, thinking they were well on their way to sleep.As soon as I was seated and had taken in a view of our trailer, I noticed something large directly behind our trailer across the roadway. It then started moving West away from the rear of our trailer toward the entrance of the campground. Instinctively I stood up as I knew it was something large but what confused me most was the color. White or possibly slightly gray figure. Now at this time the moon had just finished cresting from behind Mt. Edith Cavell and because there was no cloud cover, the moon provided just enough ambient lighting to witness the event at this hour. According to google earth, I would put the rough distance from my vantage point to the figure at 150-175’. The creature began moving westward, away from our campsite. It appeared to be hunched over, and my gut told me it was intentionally trying to appear smaller, suggesting a keen awareness of its surroundings. Once it starting travelling West away from my trailer, I stood up and once I did the creature took notice and accelerated with such silent pace it startled me. The moment I stood up my wife and sister in-law took notice and both caught obstructed views of the creature accelerating across the terrain away from our campsite. The terrain was mostly bare and filled with deadfall for maybe 25-35 feet or more along the southern side of the roadway providing me with an unobstructed view.
The entire event occurred in 5 seconds maybe. Immediately following the event I went to check on my children. When I walked inside the trailer, both were sat up in bed frightened and were both claiming a bear or something big was outside the trailer. Dad calmed their fears, tucked them back in and returned to the fire to debate what some of us had witnessed. Both my wife and sister in-law agree it was a large albino type animal. Myself having the best vantage point, believes it was bipedal and hunched over to appear smaller as its forward limbs were not touching the ground as it accelerated and reacted to my change in behavior.
The following day I walked the path I believed it traveled but there were no tracks unfortunately. The Jasper area was very dry and had not seen hardly any rain in the days or weeks leading up to this encounter. Additionally, I also stopped in at the campsite registry and asked the park Ranger if any other campers had reported any albino animals in the area. Which they had not. I am certain this was not a bear or moose as the creature was too silent as it accelerated and moved with agility."
John from Episode 883, if you remember he is a Nurse and had an encounter in 2020. Spoke to John and he wrote a book from eyewitness accounts in his area of Kentucky. I invited John back to the show to discuss his new book.
Here is a like along with the description
For centuries reports of bipedal Sasquatch have captivated the public, but a lesser-known phenomenon lurks in the shadows...encounters with quadrupedal Sasquatch. These chilling sightings challenge conventional wisdom, forcing us to reconsider what we think we know about these elusive creatures. In Crouching Behemoth: Quadrupedal Sasquatch, we have the first book of its kind; it is the result of an almost three-year deep dive into spider crawls as well as walking, running, and gallops on all four limbs. Renowned anthropologist Dr. Jeff Meldrum lends his expertise in an exclusive interview, shedding light on the biomechanics and plausibility of this behavior. While he did not fully endorse this type of maneuverability, it is very interesting in what he did say regarding the aforementioned type of behavior and more. Charlie Raymond, one of the top field researchers and founder of the KBRO in Kentucky, weighs into it as well. Besides the multitude of frankly disturbing eyewitness testimony, we will also hear from Dr. David Harmon, a distinguished physician in the treatment of PTSD and how a traumatized witness can be treated! If all this doesn't convince you that this is definitely a different kind of Sasquatch book, you will find that although the subject matter is treated very serious, there is much humor sprinkled throughout this 400 plus page volume to lighten it up once in a while. This book is a fun, must read for Bigfoot enthusiasts, skeptics, and anyone fascinated by the intersection of science, mystery, and the human experience. This book has it all...well, almost all as the scratch and sniff Sasquatch fragrance was eliminated because I didn't want people out there saying this book stinks. You just might like this one, folks!
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Tonight I will be speaking to Wes who is from Wisconsin. Wes writes "This happened in the late 90's but I'm foggy on the exact yr. I know it had to be around 96 or 97 cause i was still too young to get into the bars and so most of my weekends were at house parties.
This night is no different, I arrive at my friends place around midnight, I wanna say it was early fall when this story takes place cause i can still remember warming up my p.o.s. chevette. There were 3 other guys including myself, it was nothing exciting, just playing goldeneye on the 360, laughing our asses and enjoying life. Then suddenly one of the guys says that he's sick of sitting around and that we should go do something, we were all curious as to what he had in mind and suddenly my other buddy shouts out "the baby grave or or columbia mansion!!" We all looked at each other through bloodshot eyes, started laughing and shouted "lets go"!
The "baby grave and Columbia Mansion" have been the haunted "goto" place for yrs around the Marshfield Wi area and they are both relatively close by in proximity, (within a mile or 2) tonight was no different. It really is the only "cool" place to go and possibly have any kind of paranormal experience, or so we were told.
All 4 of us dragged our asses into one of the more reliable vehicles (89 grand prix!!) and got comfortable cause it was about a 45 min drive.
The drive down was uneventful, we just joked around, talked about girls, shared the latest drama/rumors and that was pretty much it. After what seemed like an eternity, we finally arrived on columbia rd. Which was out in the sticks to say the least, if we had broken down or anything, I'm pretty sure I never would've found my way home. Luckily my buddy DJ (the driver) knew the approximate location of the baby grave but wasn't quite 100% sure. So we drove around for another hour trying to find this stupid baby grave,we were all getting impatient and one of us mentioned that we should just stop by the first house we see with the lights on. (as i'm remembering this, i couldn't believe our level of stupidity, I mean it was now about 2:30 in the am) but that didnt seem to effect our decision making, as you'll see, plus we were seriously lost now. After about 10 more mins of wandering aimlessly, now just looking for any sign of civilization instead of the baby grave, we finally came around a corner and saw this amazing iron gate that stood about 20 ft high.
Right above it was a dim orange light glowing in the darkness, I yelled stop cause I saw this light, and another light on the porch front of this beautiful home.
All 4 of us rubbernecked this huge iron gate and realized someone was awake in the room adjacent to the porch cause we could see them walking around. Now this was no ordinary mansion, it was reminiscent of an old barn that had been converted into a home, It looked lived in, but not dilapidated or unloved. It was quite beautiful. The paint was fresh, the gate looked new. The driveway leading into the yard looked well used and well manicured, the yard or what we could see of it, did look a little unmanaged, but not forgotten. I looked over at my buddy and said, "the gates open". My buddy kinda mumbled something like, "i'm not going in there". I looked at my friend, "Dawson" and he's like, "let's go". So myself and my buddy dawson squeezed through the open gate and approached the lit up porch.
I still remember the feeling I got walking up those creeky steps, it's hard to explain, but I didn't feel fear, just a sense of something was wrong with this picture. Dawson didn't climb the steps, he just stood there waiting for me to knock. So I did. After about 30 seconds of uncomfortably waiting, I heard the inner door creek open and then the outer door popped open and I stepped back to let it swing by me. My first reaction was "what the fuck!!" cause what I was looking at was no ordinary old woman. This woman was about 4'11", had long thinning white whispy hair, looked to be over a hundred yrs old, she was wearing what seemed to be 1800s style clothing, the light on the deck was gas or a candle and what caught me even further off guard was she was holding a tray with a candle lit in it. But as soon as I noticed that I just as quickly forgot about cause she started talking to me. She spoke in old english, using the words "ye" and asking where our wagon was. Dawson and I were baffled and speechless. She then started asking about our shoes and where would we get something like that at this day and age. I didn't answer any of her questions, I just apologized for bothering her at such a late hour and asked if she could give us directions to the nearest town. She responded kindly and started telling us to take these "wagon trails" this and that way and we'll eventually find the town of Columbia. I said thankyou so much for your help and apologized again and we quickly walked back to the car. Dawson and I sat in the car silent. After what felt like hours but was probably only a min or 2, I looked over at dawson and asked if that really happened. He was in as much shock as I was and whispered, " I think so".
Our other 2 friends were now in the front seat and kept asking what happened, who did we talk to, did you find out how to get the hell out of here? I was silent. I stared out the window and could still se her silhouette moving around. Dawson asked our other 2 friends to stop asking questions and turn around, get the hell out of here. We used the directions the lady gave us and that took us to what we had been looking for, this whole time. The baby grave. We parked the car, got out and told our other 2 friends the story of what we had just witnessed. They were as baffled and speechless as dawson and I were. But thats when we heard it. At first we couldn't make out what the sound was, but i kept getting louder and louder...and louder until it sounded like it was in the bushes 20 ft away from us. It was a baby crying, long terrible cries. Cries that make you wanna run to the baby and console it, do anything to comfort the child. It was terrifying and incredibly disheartening. I could feel my eyes welling up for this screaming baby, knowing theres nothing I can do to help it. All 4 of us just stood there looking in all directions and we could all see fear in each others eyes.
Without a word we jumped in the car and headed back the way we came, spinning the tires off our 89 grand prix, somehow knowing our night wasn't over and dreading every second. Nobody was speaking, all of us had one thing in mind, get to the highway, get home. Thats when we saw it. "Theres no possible way, I was thinking, what am I looking at? This can't be the same house"! We were now looking at the iron gate. (the same iron gate that was new an hour ago) Dj slowed the car to a crawl, it no longer was new, the light above it no longer glowed. The gate now hung off it's hinges, rusty, just barely dangling there. The driveway was overgrown, the porch had a tree growing through it, weeds had invaded and took it over, 7 ft tall briar bushes, were now where we had just walked an hour ago. The paint was flaking off badly, some places no longer had paint, just exposed boards, half the friggin house was caved in, the porchlight was hanging off the wall for what seemed to be for years. But one thing had remained the same throughout this impossible adventure. The little old lady was still pacing around with her candle lit in her tray. All 4 of us could see her, and all 4 of us felt like our minds were lost.
Confusion had set in, we started arguing. "how could this be", "are we sure this is the same house", "that can't be the little old lady", all these questions were being shout out. Dawson and I both shouted at what seemed like the exact same moment, "floor it" and so DJ did. No words were spoken, I could hear our friend Knetter crying. I placed my hand on his shoulder and told him that we'll all talk about it after we get back. But sadly after we got back none of us ever really spoke again, this memory has been with me now for about 35 yrs and last year I received confirmation that it did happen. An old highschool friend reached out to me, telling me that she had heard about our story from one of the other 3 guys. She mentioned that her mom grew up just kitty korner from the "columbia mansion" and there have been several similar ghost stories that have happened throughout the years, not just to her mom, but to her moms friends. What's even weirder is the town the old lady told me to goto, was called "Columbia" and all that's left of that town was the baby grave. Oh and one more thing, upon the drive home from that crazy night, I realized we were visiting both these places in between 3 and 4am.
I think about this night often, constantly remembering it, wondering what we had witnessed. Did we get caught in a time slip, would it happen again if I went back? How was this even possible? So many questions, especially now that it's been confirmed.
The second story is much more recent. It involves some kind of weird cryptid that was invisible. But if you wanna hear that one let me know."
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I am not sure how to write this one up. Spoke to the witness and before we started the interview he said “I have the creepiest paranormal encounter you have probably ever heard….30 min later I said “You were right, that was the creepiest thing I have ever heard.”
a listener writes “Hello Wes, I have listened to your show for a couple years now and was curious if you are still doing them. I have had some very strange encounters starting when I was a Senior in High School in 1989. I am now in Western North Carolina and after 4 years of a quiet life, I am now having encounters with creatures in the Smoky Mountains and my home here that sits atop a Mountain just outside the Cherokee Indian Reservation.
I would love to discuss some of these events with you and possibly share some of my stories on your show if possible. Please let me know if you are interested. I do have some pics and Audio of some of my encounters as well.”
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Kris writes " In early January I decided to head to RMNP west of Estes Park to hike up and snowboard down an old ski hill there. This is something I've done many times on my own and often there are others doing the same. Although I think it's a bit more rare to go at night, you'll still see folks up there hitting a line a night with head lamps and lights. This time I decided to go at night on my own. I did tell 3 friends where I was going and actually texted one friend a starry Pic from the trailhead. The trailhead lot was empty as we're the ranger stations on the way in.
So, at this point I headed up the hill. It usually takes about an hour depending on snow conditions. I had a snowboard, a backpack with snacks and a Bluetooth speaker. I typically opt out of using snowshoes because Ive got to carry them down as well. I threw on the whole Sabbath paranoid album to get my head straight and motivated. The hill is a limited number of runs with low angles so there is really no avalanche danger.
A week prior, I did the exact same thing. A night hike and boarded down. So, I was confident and enjoying the solace. Even over the sabbath, I could here the wind moving tall trees and flakes hitting the ground. The trail isn't challenging going up and the terrain opens and closes with the trees in the background. About 45 minutes in, I am at the point where the hill opens up and is peppered with trees in the ski slope. The sides are surrounded by darkness due to the trees around. My speaker suddenly says "low battery". I kept walking to the top where the hill funnels you into a narrow trail between more trees. ( i had my phone, so i could point this part out on Google maps)
Right then, I decide to reach back and turn off the speaker so I don't have to hear the low battery alert. I continue up this narrow trail for about 80 yards, just short of thr length of a football field. Only hearing the flakes landing, wind, and my crunchy boot prints, out of nowhere came the loudest BARK, with a roaring echo, I've ever heard.At this point, I froze. My whole body went into shock. I went from nice n warm because of all the movement to cold as ice. I lost feeling in my lips. I didn't know what to do, or say or....
So I did what I've done on a couple occasions. I channeled my inner Phil Anselmo and ripped the biggest scream I could. I yelled HEY! With everything I had. I wanted to Guage where this noise came from so I yelled. After, I sat down shaking. About 15 heartbeats later, BARK! At that moment I knew it was in the trees down from me. Silence in-between these barks so I know it wasn't moving. I got into my bag and took out 3 lights I use for night biking. All of which are at least 1000 lumens. I pointed one up the trail, one down the trail, and one right in front of me into the trees.I listened and heard nothing. I'm thinking, did I imagine this? So I go HEY one more time. Sure enough, about 10- 15 heartbeats later, BARK. I almost started crying as I strapped my snowboard faster than I ever could have otherwise. I'm freaking out in silence as I think I'm about to board into this sound by heading down. As I'm thinking all of this, I've gotten ready and am about to stand up.
This is where in the trees ahead of me, a crazy loud laughing started. Hat ha ha ha haha. It echoes as if there are multiple somethings laughing at me. Like a mad joker.I flipped at that point. Mentally freaked out. I was having trouble standing up because my hands were sinking into the snow. I quickly found a way and headed down faster than I would have in the day! I didn't sleep gor two nights, and still have trouble doing so.
Thx for reading Wes. I was shaking and having a hard time writing this."
We will also be speaking to Augustus, he writes "My uncle just died and he told we to tell you about all of are interesting stories and the crazy we saw while hunting and horseback riding." Augustus is from Utah and shares strange encounters near his families property.
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Jackalynn writes "I've been listening to your show for a few months now, I know you mainly do Sasquatch encounters but after listening to Travis Walton fire in the sky I feel like it's time to share my encounter with a group of aliens I had in 2011. I'd like to share with you if you're interested In hearing it."
We will also be speaking to Eric. Eric is from New York, he writes "My daughter may have seen a Bigfoot. Back in January my daughter wanted to go on a walk after dinner. She wanted to walk down to the water not far from our house. I reluctantly agreed. The reason I was reluctant was up to that point I’ve had a few experiences that led me to believe Sasquatch may live in or travel through this area. These experiences ultimately are what led me to discover your show. So my daughter and I along with my small dog headed out on our walk.
My daughter and I wore headlamps to light our way. The road to the water is unlit and travels through a protected wetland that dead ends at the river. The first thing that happened that in hindsight was a red flag was my dog did not want to walk down that road. Several times she stopped and tried to pull back. About 3/4 of the way down there was a tire track in the dirt road that had frozen over. My seven year old could not resist immediately jumping on the ice. It made a loud hollow crumble noise as the ice exploded beneath her feet. Almost immediately after she did this there was a very heavy thud on the ground off to the left about 50 feet into the woods. I immediately stopped my daughter from making noise and listened for about 45 seconds or so. I heard nothing. We continued on. We reached the water turned around and started to head back without incident. We made it about 90% back to the end of the road when we came upon another frozen tire track that apparently my daughter had overlooked on the way down. Curious, I asked my daughter to jump on the ice like she did the first time. She did so and this time almost immediately after the ice broke, off to the left of the road (the opposite side as the first time) there were strange somewhat high pitched whoops that were crossed with a chatter at the end that went on for several seconds.
I could tell there were two noises coming from the same area in the woods because the vocals would overlap at times. We froze immediately. We stood still for several minutes after these strange noises were heard. During this time I was slowly panning my headlamp all around looking to see if I could see anything. As I was looking back down the trail towards the water my daughter suddenly ran into me from behind and latched onto to me. As she did this she said “daddy a man! There’s a man up there!” I asked her where. She pointed in the opposite direction (the way we were headed) and said he crossed the road up there. I kept searching that area up ahead but I couldn’t see anything. We cautiously continued on. She let me know where she saw the man cross the road as we approached the area. There was no evidence of anything having crossed there. We stood there for a few minutes to look and listen. Nothing was observed.
Back at the house I asked her what the man looked like. All she could describe was that he was big and black and that it walked across the road up in front of us and she could tell it was looking at us. We went for a walk a few days later down the same road at about the same time with no issue. My dog didn’t pull away like she did the first time. That was the most recent experience I’ve had out of several here in Putnam County New York. The first one was in 2020. I feel like this message is already long so I won’t go into the earlier experiences."
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There are many questions about what happened to episode 1000. A listener is going to help me release it.
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Mac has agreed to come on the show. He had a very recent encounter in PA. There is a lot more to this encounter but Mac describes this area where he hunts and multiple strange events took place that led up to his sighting. Mac said “I only saw one but I am sure there was two of them.
Mac writes “I was out hunting squirrel and raccoon, and I experienced a wood knock, the creature following me, seeing it move through my spotlight, and then catching it’s face looking at me from behind a tree.
It was at least seven feet tall, had a gray haired face with sunken in eyes, big brow ridge, and blocky chin. The hair was thin around the face but covered the mouth and cheek area as if it was an old man’s beard. It did not have a cone shaped head, more round like a person.
I saw it’s face, a little bit of it’s neck, and a bit of its dark shoulders before it pulled away quickly behind the tree. As I moved away it followed me, to which I then decided to push through thorns to get back into the creek and across it to get back to the road.”
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Ernest writes "This encounter takes place in 2001 in Ottawa County, Oklahoma. I was 16 years old. I am 40 now. My three younger sisters and I were coming back from visiting our baby cousin who was recently born. It was about 10 pm driving down the road and headed back home.
We see a figure walking down the side of the road, just casually. I mentioned to my sister in the front seat it was awful late to be walking down a dark road without any type of lights. I slow down as I come up behind him. He stood about 9 to 10 feet tall with almost a dark fur coat.
He slowly turned his head, and he had the evilest yellow eyes I have ever seen. By this time, my younger sisters are in the back seat screaming and crying, saying don't stop Ernie. I proceed to lock the doors and speed off. To this day we all have the same story. My sister's age at the time is 15 8 6."
We will also be speaking to Sara. Sara writes “I was driving in Kansas somewhere just a few miles from Norton. It was about 730 in the morning, the sky was clear blue, no wind, just cold. Out of the blue I felt something hit the back end of my car. It hit me hard enough to look in my rear view mirror…I saw nothing.
Then I looked in the Sideview mirror and saw something that looked to be about the size of a small pony or large dog…running across the road. The fields were empty, just fences and fields getting ready to be planted. I got a clear view of it. It had long flowing brown and white hair, like what you would see on an Afghan hound.
On the whole body, my brain immediately thought I should stop because I assumed it was a dog. In the middle of nowhere then I saw where the head should be and my brain couldn’t compute at all, because it was a human face looking right at me as it ran across the road.
I do not understand what I saw but the vision is clear in my head two weeks later….my son thinks it was a skin walker, or dog man…but I don’t really believe in that so I am not sure what to think…I am just curious if there have been any other similar sightings in the area or if I saw something that I just can’t explain. I would love your opinion.”
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I will be welcoming Ron to the show. He had an encounter back in the early 1990's. Ron said "We were on vacation, staying in this cabin in U.P. Michigan. The family was down swimming and fishing. I came back to the cabin and I thought someone was in there. I got to the room I thought an intruder or a thief was in there but something told me not to go in there.
Sasquatch never crossed my mind.
As I grabbed my shotgun it ran out. I followed it out but lost sight of it. As I walked into the forest looking, the intruder got up and ran for the water and jumped in. It wasn't human, it reminded me of non human primate. I never saw it come up for air, it could have swam around the bay in an area I could not see. It was the strangest thing that ever happened to me."
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Rick writes "When I was younger I lived in Mississippi in a very little town called Poplar Creek. Its very remote and there is nothing there but open farm land. I now live in Asheville, NC I sometimes go back to MS to see family from time to time.
When I do go back I always drive past where I use to live and where I first saw a creature. My family had about 80 acres of land most of it was woodland and swamp area. I never saw the creature until I was older at the age of 15. All of my life my Grandfather use to tell me and my brothers about a wild man and woman that lived in the area and was known to have been living in the area many years. I do know that land we had was very old my Grandfathers Grandparents owned the land and it was passed on over the years. If there were any activity going on over the years when I was younger I had no knowledge of any happenings. Everything changed the summer I turned 13.
It was late June and summer vacation was in full effect. Living in this area everyone has a garden of some type. My family's garden was kind of big because we grew most of our food along with hunting. My Mom and Dad went out of town for a the weekend to visit some of my Dads family. During this time I staid at my Uncles house who also lived on the land we had. That Monday afternoon when my Dad came back home he took a walk in the garden and some plants were torn out of the ground and watermelons were busted open and just left in place but were eaten.
Other veggies were also picked and parts were on the ground not fully eaten also. My Dad was pissed! He called me and my Cousins over to the garden and questioned us about it. We told him no it was not us and that we did not do any of this. My Grandfather saw my Dad getting on to us about this so he came over and saw everything that had happen. I will never forget my Granddaddy face as he said " It was not the kids. I know who did this". My Granddaddy told us kids to go play as he explained to my Dad about what had happen. My mom and Uncle grew up on the land so I believe they knew but refused to say anything. Come to find out years before my Granddaddy had problems with the wild man and wild woman getting into his chicken coop until it got to the point he quit raising chickens. My Mom and Dad got married when i was 4 or 5 so he missed out on that time and had no idea that even happened.
After my Dad heard the story he was in shock but did not believe it until the next morning when more watermelons and other fruits were completely gone. Our two apple trees were picked bare and branches were broken along with our peach trees with peaches that were half eaten or were stepped on. My Dad noticed that our black-eyed peas were being picked and eaten as he would find half eaten hulls or just the hulls on the ground.
That night my Dad called his 3 brothers and they came to our house along with my Granddaddy and uncle and they had a meeting in our Livingroom and we the kids had to go play in our rooms. Wes I'm not joking with this my Uncles were locked and loaded Mississippi rednecks were in full effect. LOL.. My Granddad and uncle ( his son) were in the loft of our barn.
Two of my Dads brothers got on top of my Dads work shop and my Dad and his other brother were posted up in the field in the back of his old truck. I do not know what time it was but it was late and guns were going off. I jumped up out of bed and ran to a window to see what was going on. After a bit my Mom was pacing back and forth wondering what had happen. The family walked in and each one was shook up. I think because they saw IT.. They told me to go to bed and don't come back out. I could hear them talking and one of my Uncles saying This is not true There is no way that is real I cant believe it .. They staid the night and in the morning everyone went into the woods looking for what they may have seen the night before. around 11 am the men came back with a lot of questions on their face. None of them talked about it and I was told to not talk about this ever to no one. From then on there were no more encounters until the spring of 1993.
I was riding the school bus home and was sitting at the back of the bus on the right hand side and my friend Joe was sitting across from me on the left hand side. We passed a bridge that had a small open field on the side of it. This field met the edge of the land my family owned . There it was squatted down drinking water from his hand and in the split 3 seconds Joe and I saw the creature we both turned to each other asking DID YOU SEE THAT! I said what the Hell was that and Joe straight out said Bigfoot!!! a few moments later i was off the bus and was running into tell my Mom. At this time my Dad and Grand Dad had both passed so now this news really shook up my Mom. It was not until a few months later my mother sold the land and we moved away."
We will wrap up with Timothy Renner to discuss his new book, I Have Never Minded the Loneliness: Hermits and Their Stories.
What compels a person to leave behind society, forsaking family, friends, and the comforts of modern life to live in solitude? The hermits of the 19th and early 20th Centuries are as fascinating as they are mysterious. These enigmatic figures often became the focus of public interest, with newspaper stories turning them into local legends, folk heroes, and symbols of a life apart.
Within these pages, you'll discover the extraordinary lives of hermits who defied convention: John Stink, rumored to have died and risen again–more than once; William Woodruff, whose long vow of silence followed a broken heart; Brusher Mills, the serpent-hunter who sold his own snake-oil remedies; and Truman "Commodore" Downs, who claimed Mars as his homeland. Meet Adolphe-Julian Fouré, the reclusive priest who carved strange tales into Brittany's coastal rocks, and Alice Grace, who made her home in an old bacon box, telling fortunes. From William Pester, the desert-dweller who may have inspired Nat King Cole's Nature Boy, to the Old Leather Man, a wandering enigma clad in patchwork leather, and O.B. Joyful, the hermit some call America's first hippie–these stories, and many more, reveal the complex lives of individuals who chose to live apart from the world.
Link to: I Have Never Minded the Loneliness: Hermits and Their Stories
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Brian writes "I do not believe in bigfoot 100% but I absolutely believe your witnesses. So, on the fence.... However, my friend Gravy and I were backpacking in WNC somewhere south of Boone but north of Ashville. (Switz?) We have crawled all over these mountains for about 20 or 30 years. 10 to 20 mile backpacking weekends.
Typically easy to moderate but we weren't afraid of elevations. Anyway it's fall, we ascend to camp on a ciff face just above treetops with more trees above us We camp in the tree line to escape wind but walk back out to clearing before bed to stargaze and smoke a bowl after supper. I walked to edge of lip looking down and notice a blue light. I thought, Oh, we are not alone, there's other campers (headlamp?).. Then as I'm focusing on the headlamp I realized that I could see the area being lit quite well cause there were no leaves on the trees. Basketball sized blue light casually meandering through the pines 10ft off the ground. 2mph maybe. Over there, circle that tree, drift over here, as if directed by wind. Whole thing lasted 10 minutes and when Gravy suggested we circle down and investigate I chickened out and defensibly said HellNah! Eventually it drifted off aimlessly.
I just texted him and he has no recollection of this event, granted it was early 90's and we're currently 50yr olds. That's it. Nothing else but occasional head scratcher. No sounds no print's no broken branches no eriee feelings of dread. But that light was real. Ball lightening is all I can think.
Joseph writes "I don't have exact dates for these but everything happened in September and October of 2024.
Let me preface by saying that I'm an outdoorsman and a misanthrope; I spend most of my time alone and have been on many "dark to dark" hunts on my own, even when I was young, so I don't get spooked easily.
I only have 8 acres in Fort Hill Pa but my land is very secluded and is in the mix with a huge amount of wooded acreage.
The strangeness started when I was noticing that the woods behind my house were quiet every night,when I'd leave for work, while the woods across the road were 'normal' with the usual sounds. There's an old logging road at the corner of my yard that goes back onto mine and others property's and my attention kept getting drawn there; not necessarily 'being watched' but more like 'something is there'.
I had been noticing this for about a week or so before I was talking to my son on the phone one night, he's 24 and is the only person who lives with me, and he commented that he had been taking the shotgun out every night when he would take the dogs out to potty.I of course inquired as to why because of my recent "feelings" and he basically told me the same thing that the woods behind the house were too quiet and he felt like something was off and he even commented on the old logging road being the center of this feeling.
I drive truck and my hours are different every day but the next week I switched shift and was returning home at night instead of leaving; I backed into the detached garage and started to walk towards the house and heard movement from that road so I sat everything down and started to walk down there.
It was a moonless night so I couldn't move fast but I know the road and I'm the type that goes in hunting at dark with no flashlight so I'm fairly skilled.
Whatever was back there that night was definitely bipedal and was purposely keeping the same distance from me; if I'd stop it would stop and when I'd move it would move.
I didn't press the situation more than 100 yards as the old road degrades the farther you go.There are 2 massive pipes buried under that road for water drainage and I do my best every spring and fall to keep them clear of debris; that following weekend I was down in the dip clearing those pipes, this was early morning around 8am, and I heard an incredibly loud and huge sounding tree break; it sounded like something as big as a 4x4 or 6x6 piece of lumber just snapping.
I walked up out of the dip and moved in the direction of the noise, 50-60 yards away in a grapevine thicket I saw something huge and black moving away. I couldn't discern anything at all except big and black so it is possible to have been a black bear.Later that day, in the afternoon, my son and I were down at the pipes; we were taking in some quick Crete to shore up the hill side and channel water.
I was using a spade shovel to stab/chop at young briar plants growing in the area and I noticed him staring in the same direction as the grapes; I asked him "what" and he said "nope, not a thing".
Of course I pressed and he said "I heard a knock, at first I thought it was the shovel echoing but it was only once and wasn't in rhythm with you."During the next week I arrived home one night and had to hop out of the truck to urinate before backing into the garage and heard 3 loud knocks in succession. A few days later we had a fog bank come in at night, it was roughly 2am and I had to take my dogs out, this was thick enough that you couldn't see more than probably 20 yards, this may sound like nothing but it was strange at the time, the whole forest was quiet except 5-6 song birds(idk what species) that seemed to be surrounding the yard and all 'singing' back and forth to each other.
Nothing else happened, I just went in for the night.Everything so far is easy to write off as nothing really but the last 2 events aren't.
Days after the fog I was walking back from taking the garbage to the road and an aircraft caught my eye, I see a huge amount of aircraft where I live. This craft didn't have any blinker lights, it was just 1 pulsing white light, the whole thing pulsed not blinked. I'm not sure about altitude and the shape seemed to be an oval.
As the craft traveled across the sky I watched it do a 'zigzag' pattern once and right before it left sight I saw it stop and 'hover' for about 3 seconds before it continued away.2 days later the last part of my string of events happened. I had to switch shifts so I came home and had to basically take just a few hour nap and go back out.
It was 2am, I awoke to take the dogs out and as I walked off my porch a red light in the woods caught my eye, I turned to focus on it to see that it was 2 red dots/lights, I kept walking and heard myself say out loud "nope....that is not what it looks like; it can't be what it looks like".
I kept watching the dogs but checking on the red dots; the dots never changed or moved. I let the dogs in and grabbed a flashlight/laser combo for rifles that wasn't mounted to anything yet. I went back out and moved towards the edge of the yard where the red dots were; distances can be difficult at night but i estimated them to be 35-40 yards aways and roughly 7'off the ground.Understand that I'm standing there in shoes, a t-shirt, and my boxer briefs so I wasn't ready to be going off into the woods.
I shined the light on the red dots and the light did me no good, it was like the light just stopped working so far out so I tried the laser, this was a green laser; idk if you know the difference but green laser you can see the whole beam in the air; I couldn't see what the beam was hitting but I could definitely see the beam hitting something and stopping on whatever it was.
I don't know why but I moved the green beam up to one of the red dots and both moved, together, down and to my right away from the beam.I didn't freak out but I did say out loud "oh fuck me"; when I said that the dots "twinkled". I turned the light laser off and said "you just want me to know that you're there", they twinkled again.
I then said "Okay, I'm good, I'm going in now but if you're there when I'm dressed then I'm coming in". I never felt like I was in danger during any of this just really unnerved.A half hour later I came out dressed for work and the red lights were gone.
I have had absolutely nothing even remotely weird happen since.
I don't know if this was sasquatch activity or not but I know that something was there."
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Gene writes “I was around 13 or 14. It was about the third weekend of November. I know this because I was deer hunting. We were on land belonging to Peabody coal company in Muhlenberg county. At that time was 62,000 acres of reclaimed coal land.
It was around 4 pm. I was standing in a field looking north, my father had went down a holler to the west of me. I heard my father shoot three times. This was strange because he always shot once and a deer was down. I then moved to the mouth of the holler to see if any deer would be running my direction. I then started to hear people talking, I could not understand what was being said, but I could hear it. I thought well dad is talking to someone and has killed a deer. I proceeded to head down the holler to help him.The holler was open hard woods and you could see a long ways, except for right at the bottom where a intermediate stream was.
I got about 50 yards from the brush when two animals busted out of it running straight at me. They were covered with long reddish brown hair about three inches long and were knuckle walking like a great ape. They were about four feet at the shoulder and their hips were lower than their shoulders and knees. Their faces were flat and I saw no ears.They were chattering to each other or something else and that was the voices I heard “talking”. While at this time in my life I did believe in Bigfoot, since my father was a long haul truck driver and another truck driver had claimed a Bigfoot had run behind my dads truck near the Kentucky-Tennessee line, but for me Bigfoot was single creature that walked up right. Anyway, these two animals are running straight at the 13/14 year old me and I do not know what they are.I yank my 30:06 rifle up and fire. I do not think I even aimed, just shot towards them. When I did this there was a big noise behind me and I remember thinking “ they have me surrounded” I spun around to defend myself and saw a squirrel running up a hickory tree right beside me. I spun back around to the threat I knew and they had already crossed the brush bottom and was halfway up the ridge on the other side and I shot at them once more as they run off. They very fast.
Once I meet up with my father, he confirmed that he had also shot at these creatures, but was shook up enough to have missed three times. We tried to convince ourselves that these were some sort of wolf and lived under that delusion for many years, until I began studying primates on an academic level, did I let myself believe what I know to be true all along.One thing that scares me to this day is the thought of were they chattering to each other or to mom or dad that was near by that I never saw. I have hunted that area since I was 12 and I just turned 50 this year and I have never set foot in that holler again.”
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The witness had an encounter in Alabama in August 2024. She was serving papers to the homeowner when the encounter happened. Celena writes "Hello Wes, you were a referral by several individuals, they seem to think you would want to know what happened to me on the job. I was surrounded by a Clan of Bigfoot while attempting to serve court documents. Pictures provided."
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