Welcome. The stories I'm about to tell
you are of real Bigfoot encounters and sightings.
They are true and happened to people like me and you.
They come from my collection of stories I call The Bigfoot
Project. This very scary incident
occurred in Northeast Ohio in the summer of 1991.
I grew up camping in Northeast Ohio, close to where my parents
lived. I spent a lot of time in the
woods with friends, so being outdoors never felt strange or
threatening to me. At the time, Bigfoot was not
something I thought about at all.
I didn't follow the subject and I didn't go into the woods
expecting anything unusual. In 1991 I was dealing with some
personal issues and asked two close friends, Randy and Tony,
to go camping with me. They couldn't stay the night
because they had to work the next morning, but they agreed to
drive me out and help me get set up before dark.
The spot we used was about a mile from my parents house.
It was a small clearing surrounded by pine trees with a
thick layer of pine needles covering the ground.
It made a soft place to sleep, so I didn't even bring a tent.
I only had a blanket, a flashlight, a machete, and a
small pack. Beneath the area were old coal
mines with a small cave entrance nearby.
After my friends left, I built a fire and settled in.
The night was quiet and I eventually fell asleep.
I woke suddenly feeling uneasy. The fire had burned down and I
was cold. As I leaned forward to blow on
the coals, I heard a scream. It was unlike anything I had
ever heard. People talk about strange
screams, but unless you hear one in person you do not understand
how intense it is. It sounded like a scream and a
roar combined and instead of dropping in pitch, it rose.
It was powerful and carried through the woods.
At first I didn't know what to think.
Bigfoot never crossed my mind. I was still focused on cars,
girls, and everyday life. Then I heard the scream again,
this time from the opposite side of my camp.
The sounds began coming from two different directions, going back
and forth, and they felt directed at me.
I put my glasses on and looked around, trying to calm myself.
I was in shock and trying to decide whether to stay or leave.
Then something ran along the edge of my camp.
It moved fast and looked completely wrong.
The way it ran wasn't human, it was upright but fluid and
flexible, almost cat like. My body reacted instantly, the
hair on the back of my neck stood up and my entire scalp
tangled. I knew what I was seeing wasn't
normal. The screams continued as the
figure passed through. I decided I had to leave.
I stood up and walked away slowly staying on the path.
Once I stepped off the path the screaming stopped.
That gave me enough confidence to keep moving.
As soon as I reached the road I ran all the way back to my
parents place. It was between 3:30 and 4:00 in
the morning when I started pounding on the door.
My mum answered and she could tell I was scared.
I told her what happened and my father came in shortly after,
having just returned from work. He spent a lot of time in the
woods in his life and had never seen or heard anything like what
I described. Later that morning I felt the
need to go back and get my gear. I told Randy and Tony what
happened. I don't think they believed me,
but they agreed to go back with me.
Tony even suggested we stay another night to see what would
happen. We returned during the day.
Nothing looked disturbed. Tony brought more supplies,
including a cot and a cooler full of food.
That evening felt normal. We ate, talked and went to
sleep. Around 3:00 in the morning, I
woke up again with that same uneasy feeling.
Randy was awake too. Then the scream happened again.
This time Randy had a tape recorder and started recording.
The screams were louder and more intense than the night before.
We knew we had to leave. Tony was frozen in fear and
couldn't move. We had to help him put his boots
on so we could get out of there. Once we reached the truck we
left immediately and went back to my parents house.
The next morning we listened to the recording.
Unfortunately the volume had been set too high so most of
what we captured was recorder noise, but the screams were
still there. We went back later to retrieve
the rest of the gear. The camp was untouched except
the cooler. The lid was open, buns had been
removed from their packaging with the twist tie still on the
bag. The hot dogs were untouched.
There were no claw Marks and it looked like the bag had been
opened by hands. We searched for footprints but
found none. The pine needles were thick and
dry, making it hard for anything to leave tracks or make noise.
The creature I saw running through camp was covered in hair
and lean in build. It had a pointed head and moved
extremely fast. It ran on 2 legs and passed
within about 15 to 20 feet of me.
I didn't see its face clearly because it was dark, but I knew
it wasn't human. I got the sense it wanted me to
know it was there. After those nights, the
experience stayed with me for years.
The sound of that scream never left my mind.
It came back in nightmares for a long time.
What made the biggest difference was knowing that my friends
heard it too. Without that I might have
convinced myself it never happened.
Most of this witnesses experiences happened in Ohio and
began in June of 2012. My Bigfoot experiences changed
my life and sent me down a path I never expected.
It started years ago when four friends and I decided to travel
to Hocking Hills, Ohio. They had been there before, but
I hadn't. They wanted a break and
suggested hiking. Hawking Hills has caves,
waterfalls and trails for every kind of person.
Some were easy and short and others could keep you out there
for a week or two. I was tired of old stale places
and wanted to be outside, so I agreed.
We got there on a Friday. We unloaded the car and started
carrying our stuff into the cabin.
It was a two-story house with a finished basement and even a hot
tub. We joked about how we were
really roughing it. After we got everything inside,
we cooked dinner and got a bonfire going.
That's when a stray Beagle wandered up to us.
It had a collar but no tags. It looked like it had been out
for a while. It was friendly but rough
looking, like it had been neglected.
We fed it and it stayed close. It was hanging around us like it
belonged with us. That first night was quiet.
Nothing strange happened. We went to bed early and got up.
Saturday morning we drove into Hawking Hills and spent the
whole day hiking. We climbed up and down cliffs,
went through caves, and stopped at waterfalls.
At one point there was a waterfall and a bridge and
people were everywhere. One of my friends decided to do
a loud Bigfoot whoop like the ones from TV.
The second he did it, kids and adults all around us started
doing it too. The whole place turned into one
big echo of whoops. It was so ridiculous I couldn't
stop laughing. When we finally got back to the
cabin, we were worn out. We started another bonfire, ate
something and cracked our first drink.
That's when one of my friends said we should hike up into the
hills right behind the cabin and look for Bigfoot.
I was tired, I wasn't in great shape.
I was around 45 or 46. I didn't want another hike.
A couple of the others felt the same, but they kept pushing it,
saying we would never get another chance.
We finally gave in, mostly because they would stop talking
about it and we could come back and sit down again.
We were completely unprepared. We had one flashlight, a voice
recorder, and an old iPod. I had a knife and an old flip
phone, but we all knew the phone wouldn't help out there.
The Beagle came with us and we called it baby.
To get up there we had to hike through a pine tree farm.
We pushed through that and climbed up the side of the
mountain. When we reached the top, we
found an old roadway from where they had run power lines.
That's where we saw something I still cannot forget.
The whole forest looked like it was lit up for a holiday
display. There were lightning bugs
everywhere, millions of them. Every direction you looked.
Lights were blinking and floating like the woods were
full of tiny stars. None of our gear could capture
it, so we just stood there with their mouths hanging open,
taking it all in. After that, my friend wanted to
do some tree knocks. He knocked on a tree.
Nothing. He tried again.
Still nothing. So we decided to follow the road
a little further into the hills. We stopped at a spot where there
was a swamp in front of us. Behind us was the road off to
the side of the road. There was a short drop and then
it went down hard, like a steep fall.
We were ready to try one more knock and then head back.
He did a knock. This time we heard a knock back.
My first thought was that it could be anything.
Wind, a branch hitting a branch, an animal brushing against
something. I wasn't ready to call it
Bigfoot, so we told him to knock twice.
He knocked twice. Almost immediately we got 2
knocks back. That got my attention.
I started focusing hard on the swamp, trying to see movement.
We could hear shuffling down in the weeds.
Then I saw something that made my stomach turn.
Back in the swamp, about 100 feet out, there was a tree.
A large shape kept peeking out from the right side of it,
looking at us, then sliding back.
It did it again and again, like it was checking us out.
Someone said to do a whoop. My friend did.
We got a whoop back. At that point, I didn't know
what to think. I'd been in the woods for
decades. I've haunted, spent time
outdoors. I've never heard noises like
that come back in response to what we were doing.
Everybody started knocking and whooping.
The sounds started coming back louder.
The shuffling in the swamp got louder, too, like whatever was
in there was getting closer. Then we looked around for the
Beagle. It was gone.
It had disappeared without any of us noticing it.
Leave. That's when things felt wrong.
I kept seeing that shape low to the ground, moving from tree to
tree. Sometimes it looked like it
dropped down and travelled on all fours through the brush.
Then we heard a knock from behind us.
People started saying it must have moved around us and gotten
behind us, but I didn't buy it. There was no way something went
through the swamp, up onto the road, crossed it, dropped down
that steep fall and got behind us without us hearing it.
While we argued about it, we heard knocking again from the
swamp. That's when we realized
something worse. There were at least two of them,
one in the swamp and one behind us, and they were communicating
back and forth. The whoops started going from
One Direction, then the other, like it was bouncing between
them. We were standing in the middle,
turning our heads back and forth like we were watching something
being thrown across a room. Then it went quiet for a few
seconds. One of the women with us had a
strong voice. She decided to make a loud angry
growl sound. The moment she did, everything
stopped. Then we heard a heavy cracking
sound, like thick wood breaking. I looked into the swamp just in
time to see a tree coming through the air.
It wasn't standing anymore. It was airborne, flying toward
us. It slammed into the ground so
close that I felt the impact in my chest.
The hit was loud, heavy and violent and for a split second I
thought, this is it. It's going to charge and run
right past me and I'm finally going to see it clearly.
Instead, I heard the tough guy beside me say I'm out.
Everyone bolted up the side of the mountain.
They left me behind for a second and my confidence evaporated.
I took off after them. While we were scrambling up the
hill, the woman with the air horn set it off without warning.
The blast scared us worse than the knocks.
We actually stopped and grabbed our chests like we've been hit.
We finally got ourselves moving again and heading back toward
the cabin in a single file line. Someone held the flashlight up
front. I stayed at the back with my
knife, which didn't make me feel any safer.
The hike back was long, over a mile, and we kept hearing
snapping branches behind us off to the side, like something was
tracking us. Every noise felt like it was
right there. When we finally reached the
campfire, the Beagle was already there, acting normal, jumping
all over us. We tried to calm down, but we
couldn't. We poured drinks and barely
touched them. Every sound in the woods made us
tense up again, thinking that things were still out there.
Eventually we went inside, locked the doors and tried to
sleep. The next morning, we went back
to the area in daylight. In the swampy mud we found
partial prints. One measured about 19 inches
long and around 8 1/2 inches wide.
We also found the tree that had been thrown.
Three of us tried to move it. We couldn't even budget.
That was the moment it became real for me.
After that, I stopped calling it a story, and I started calling
it an encounter. About three years after the
Hawking Hills incident, I got a call from someone saying there
was a sighting in an area close to home.
It was late winter, around the end of February into early
March. There were still snow in spots
with patches of ground showing through.
I drove out to meet up, taking my time.
The speed limit was high, but I was going slower because the
area was quiet and I was watching the fields for any
tracks in the snow. As I approached a place where a
Creek ran through a wooded stretch, I looked over and saw
what I thought was a strange shaped tree.
Then my brain caught up and I realised it wasn't a tree.
It was upright and moving around 7 1/2 feet tall.
The head shape looked pointed down the back and neck.
There was a lighter stripe, almost like a white Mohawk.
The shoulders looked huge and there were pale streaks down the
upper back near the shoulders. It was walking in the Creek.
At the time, I thought it was doing that so it wouldn't leave
footprints. I decided I needed a picture.
I pulled over and grabbed my phone.
A car behind me honked. The second the horn sounded,
that thing took off along the Creek and disappeared into the
woods. It moved fast and didn't
stumble. Once I knew the roads out there,
I knew if I drove ahead far enough I could take a left onto
an old dirt Rd. take another left, and loop back around to
where the Creek was. In my head I thought maybe I
could cut it off and see it again.
I drove hard, trying to get around quickly, making the turns
and pushing the speed as much as I could without losing control.
When I got near the spot again, 6 deer exploded out of the woods
at full speed. They jumped across the road and
ran like that creature was right behind them.
I hit the brakes, jumped out and stood there listening.
Nothing came out after them. To me it felt like whatever I
had seen knew I was coming and chose not to step out like it
had stopped and waited somewhere I couldn't see.
I met up with my friends and we checked the area, but because it
had stayed in the Creek we didn't find any clear tracks or
sign. My next experience happened in
Vinton County, Ohio in early March of 2019.
This last one happened after the final big snow and ice storm of
that winter. The weather had been strange
that year, ice mixed with snow, then warm spells, then cold
again. I needed to get out of the house
so I went hiking to a spot. I had luck finding tracks
before. It was cold, around 30°.
At one point I had to cross a stream.
I almost made it, but my foot slipped in and I got soaked up
to the knee. I kept going anyway.
Later I came to a frozen pond area.
I was heavy, wearing a big backpack, and wasn't breaking
the ice under me. But then I saw a footprint in
the ice coming toward me that had punched straight through.
That made no sense. I got on my hands and knees to
look closer. I focused on the print when I
heard a tree knock to my left. I stopped and listened, telling
myself I had to have imagined it.
Then I heard another knock from the same direction.
I stayed low behind brush, thinking that whatever was
making the sound might not see me.
I stood up and turned around from where the knocks were
coming from and almost immediately I heard another
knock from the other side. I slowly scanned from right to
left. That's when I spotted 2 goose
hunters in blaze orange with shotguns moving through the area
they were heading from left to right.
I stayed quiet and watched. I didn't want them to know I was
there. As the hunters moved to where
they would circle back toward their cars, the knocks started
again. First from one side, then the
other. In my mind it felt like a
warning system, like the Bigfoot were signalling that people were
moving through. I decided to head out.
To get back I had to cross the stream.
I almost made it again, but my foot went in again and soaked my
other leg up to the knee. Now both legs were freezing and
I was shivering hard. I climbed onto railroad tracks
and decided I'd follow them as a shortcut back.
I needed to get warm. As I walked along the tracks, I
looked down and froze in the snow.
Between the rails were bare footprints, not shoe prints,
footprints. I dropped down and looked
closer. There were three different sizes
walking side by side. One set was about 19 inches long
and a little over 9 inches wide. Another was around 16 inches
long and about 8 and a quarter wide.
The third was 12 inches long and roughly 6 inches wide.
They were so close together they sometimes stepped on each
other's tracks. I followed them until they
reached the area where the hunters had come out earlier.
From there, the tracks left the rails and dropped into a swampy
wooded area where I couldn't keep following.
What stayed with me wasn't just the size, it was the way it
looked like a group moving together and how the knocks
seemed timed with the hunters moving through.
Those are all my experiences. These bone chilling encounters
occurred in the Red River Basin in southeastern Oklahoma.
They began in late August 2009, with additional encounters
occurring between 2011 and 2018. I've had multiple encounters on
my property over the years. The area where I live has
everything needed for something like this to stay hidden.
There are water sources, livestock, wildlife, thick
woods, and long stretches where nothing can be seen or heard
unless something comes up very close to the houses.
One year in late summer, I started noticing something wrong
with our cattle. We lost several cows over time,
always in the same stretch of Creek.
At first I thought it was poisoning from acorns or wild
cherry trees, but the pattern didn't make sense.
One cow would turn up dead every couple of months in the same
area. When I examined one of the cows
more closely, I realized her neck had been broken cleanly.
There were no claw Marks and no signs of a struggle.
It was a precise break, like a hangman's fracture.
Whatever did, it had to be extremely strong and knew
exactly what it was doing. The next day, after we buried
the cow, the grave was dug back up.
The rib cage had been torn out and there were large footprints
around the disturbed ground. That's when I knew something was
in that area. That night, I decided to go back
alone. I brought spotlights, emergency
gear, a shotgun, a camera, and drove around for about an hour,
stopping to listen. The woods were completely
silent. No deers, no small animals,
nothing. I stopped near a large oak tree
and began knocking on it with an axe handle.
After several minutes, I heard something crashing out of the
trees. Nearby branches snapped as it
hit the ground and ran down the hollow.
I could hear it clearly moving away through the leaves.
Later, I parked on a Ridge and shut off all the lights and
electronics. It was pitch dark under the
canopy. Around midnight, I heard
something moving through the woods.
Then, without warning, something slammed into my side by side,
hard enough to knock me out of the seat.
When I turned on my headlamp, I saw a massive creature running
up the trail. It was extremely tall, broad
shouldered, covered in greyish white hair, and moving faster
than anything that size should be able to.
The shoulders alone were as wide as the dashboard of a pickup
truck I ran. I didn't stay to investigate,
and when I got back to the house I told my grandfather what
happened. He didn't believe me and brushed
it off, but I know what I saw. Since then, I've heard it roar
multiple times. The sound is overwhelming.
It shakes your chest and vibrates through your whole
body. When it roars, everything in the
woods go silent. Years later I had another
sighting after hitting a deer with my vehicle.
While inspecting the damage, I noticed movement in the tree
line. Using a powerful flashlight.
I saw a large, ugly looking creature standing there bearing
its teeth at me. Its face was deeply lined with
large canines and a heavy brow. It didn't look like the others I
had seen. Another encounter happened on a
back Rd. at night. I slowed down for what I thought
was a deer, but a large, upright creature stepped out of the
wetland onto the road. It was about 7 to 8 feet tall,
reddish brown in colour, soaking wet and breathing heavily.
I could smell it through the windows.
The odor was overwhelming. It stood in front of my truck
briefly and then crossed the road in a single stride,
clearing a wide ditch effortlessly.
I returned the next day to measure the stride length.
No human could move like that. I've also had activity during
camping trips on my property. On one occasion, we found large
footprints and hair caught on broken trees.
During the night. Our dog was hit and came back
limping and terrified. Later, something approached our
camp and glowing eyes were seen high off the ground.
On the final night, my tent was violently shaken.
Something pulled at the rain tarp and pressed against the
side of the tent. When I kicked out, it backed
away and walked off. We packed up immediately and
left at first light. There have been additional
encounters near Reed fields and creeks, including one where
something growled and followed us through the tall grass,
splashing through water as it chased us back toward the road.
Activity slowed after parts of the land were cleared, but it
never stopped completely. I still hear strange howls and
roars. Whatever is here has been here a
long time and it controls the area.
These encounters occurred along the Appalachian Trail in New
York in May. A friend of mine, Heidi, came
over from England. She's a paranormal Blogger and
was visiting New York for the Pine Bush UFO Fair.
She wanted to see Nuclear Lake and the area where we had
previously been bluff charged, as well as a den we had found
that weren't sure belonged to a Sasquatch or something else.
On the way to the location off the Appalachian Trail, I noticed
an area that had been burned out over the winter.
The previous summer it had been too thick to enter, but for some
reason I felt drawn to it. As I worked my way inside, I
noticed what looked like a stone Cairn sitting on top of a hill.
Nuclear Lake has many Cairns as some people believe Sasquatch
build them, so I had my cameraman zoom in to get
footage. When he zoomed in we realised it
wasn't a normal Cairn. It was a large megalithic stone
with hundreds of smaller stones placed on top.
I decided to hike up to it. When I reached the top I
realised the area was a high plateau.
There were many large stones arranged in a wide circle, each
topped with piles of smaller rocks.
We also found archways pinned down by massive trees, X shaped
breaks, twisted trees bent from the roots into arches while
still alive, and numerous other structures.
The amount of activity was overwhelming.
Heidi was completely stunned by what we found.
The next time we returned, we planned a night investigation at
this plateau, which I now refer to as the Sacred Area.
In June, I went back with my friend Dan.
We arrived during daylight, set up camp and brought night
vision, thermal equipment and audio recording gear.
I placed a digital voice recorder on one of the
megalithic stones behind us. After dark, we did a few tree
knocks and received responses using a parabolic microphone.
We could hear something moving along the ridgeline to our WI
told Dan that if anything approached us, it would likely
come from that direction. Later we used a TomTom and flute
to try to draw activity. Dan was facing north watching my
back and I was facing S watching his.
He had night vision goggles around his neck and was amazed
at how well they worked. At one point I could hear
something approaching but couldn't pinpoint its location.
Dan began to feel uneasy, so I placed glow sticks in a
perimeter around us to provide some ambient light.
After that, Dan lifted the night vision goggles and told me he
could see a Sasquatch above 50 feet away, standing next to a
tree and watching us. I told him not to panic and
explained that it was likely a scout checking us out.
I tried to film it using night vision, but every time I aimed
the camera, it disappeared behind the tree.
I believe it could see the infrared light.
About 15 minutes later, Dan looked again.
This time the creature was about 25 feet away, positioned on the
opposite side of the tree. Soon after, small rocks began
landing around us. They weren't hitting US
directly, but they were close. I explained that this usually
means they want you to leave. When Dan checked again, the
Sasquatch was around 15 feet away, crouched low beside a
Bush. He estimated it was at least 7
feet tall and possibly over £500.
Despite using night vision and thermal imaging, I couldn't
capture it. A team member called and warned
me that he was sensing multiple Sasquatches around us and
mentioned seeing flashes of blue and white light.
Not long after, the scout disappeared.
Dan was scared, so he decided to pack up and leave.
On our way out, Dan asked to walk through another section of
the Appalachian Trail where we had experienced activity before.
Along that route, we found numerous structures and received
more tree knocks. Suddenly, Dan jolted backward
violently like he had been struck.
He said energy had surged through his body, accompanied by
a blue and white flash. After that incident, I became
disoriented and kept leading us in the wrong direction despite
knowing the area well. Dan's headlamp failed and we had
to stop to replace the batteries.
Eventually, we made it out without further issues.
Later, I returned with two women who wanted to experience the
area. We hiked several miles to the
plateau. They were amazed by the amount
of evidence present. That night, multiple Sasquatches
approached us from the ridgeline.
We could hear them clearly circling us.
Tree knocks came from different directions.
Rocks began landing around us. One of the creatures snapped a
tree with such force it sounded like a rifle shot.
The women became frightened and we decided to leave.
As we packed up, rocks rained down all around us in a tight
perimeter without hitting us. We retreated to a lower Meadow
and listened to our recordings. The recorder picked up whistles,
owl calls and other sounds. We hadn't hurt ourselves.
While hiking out, we heard whistles on both sides of us and
owl sounds closing in rapidly. 3 juvenile creatures charged up
the road, barking loudly and slapping the ground hard enough
to cause vibrations. One of the women ran.
I confronted the creatures by shouting and advancing toward
them. After that, everything went
silent. We made it back safely.
The women said it was the most terrifying experiences of their
lives and said they would never return.
Later, I had another sighting near a power line I had passed
for over 20 years. In the afternoon I saw a dark
creature sitting on a stone. Sunlight reflected off Auburn
hair and a conical head. I believed it was a Sasquatch.
When I returned the next day, the creature was gone, but the
stone was enormous. We found flattened grass, wide
trails, structures, glyphs made of stones and bedding areas.
The evidence was extensive. Based on measurements, the
creature I saw was likely 8 to 10 feet tall and possibly close
to 1000 lbs. Its Auburn colouring was
striking, with darker shading on the front.
I know these creatures are in the area.
I've seen the evidence repeatedly, and I've experienced
too much to doubt it. These encounters occurred in
West Virginia starting in 2011. I wasn't always into Bigfoot or
Sasquatch. At first, it was just something
my son was interested in. He watched all the shows about
it and wanted to try going out and seeing if anything was real.
I didn't believe in it at the time, but I agreed to take him
out anyway. This happened during the winter.
Sometime around January or February, we drove up into the
mountains near the West Virginia border.
We parked the van at the top of the mountain and sat there
listening. It was dark, cold and there was
no moon that night. My son got out and did a quick
wood knock on a tree, then jumped back into the van.
We sat there for 20 or 30 minutes and didn't hear anything
at first. Then I heard something moving
through the woods beside us. It was big and heavy.
Whatever it was. Walked up behind the van,
crossed the road and continued on the other side.
My son heard it too and we decided to move further down the
road, closer to the way we came in and park again.
After a while, my son decided to try a vocalization.
His voice was high back then and he let out a loud scream that
went up and down in pitch. He jumped back into the van and
we waited. A few minutes later, we heard
heavy footsteps crossing the road behind us.
Then everything went quiet again.
He did another tree knock. For about 35 minutes we could
hear something moving through the woods, but we couldn't see
anything. Then my son let out another loud
scream. Almost immediately something
crashed through the trees behind us and landed in the road.
I had my foot on the brake ready to leave.
When I hit the brake, the brake lights came on and I saw a
massive rock rolling across the road behind us in the side
mirror, kicking up dust as it moved.
I started the van and took off. After a moment I stopped and
decided I needed to see that rock.
I turned around, pulled up next to it, jumped out, grabbed it,
threw it in the van and drove away.
When I got home and weighed the rock later, it came in at just
over £9. That rock had been thrown from
at least 35 or 40 yards away uphill and landed behind our
van. I still have it.
That was the moment everything changed for me.
No person could throw a rock like that.
Years later, I attended my first group expedition with several
other researchers. We set up camp in the Shenandoah
Valley. The first night was calm.
The next day we explored the woods and found multiple tree
structures. That night we walked to a lake
about a mile from camp. We spread out along the lake
with radios. One of the women let out a high
pitched vocalization that echoed across the water.
Less than a minute later, the exact sound came back from the
opposite mountain. It matched perfectly.
After that, we waited quietly. Later, two members on the far
side of the lake radioed that something was moving toward us.
I used our night vision and eventually saw two red eyes
watching us from the hillside behind our position.
When I tried to focus on the eyes through the night vision
binoculars, the image washed out completely.
When I lowered the binoculars, the eyes were still there.
The eyes moved off toward another part of the lake.
As we walked back toward camp, we saw two more sets of glowing
eyes near a Creek. One was larger and swayed back
and forth while keeping its head level.
Another smaller set appeared beneath it.
They watched us for several minutes before disappearing.
In August I had my first daylight sighting.
I wasn't looking for anything. I was scouting an area after
dropping someone off for work and stopped near a trail with a
waterfall. It was hot, humid, and thick
with vegetation. As I walked the trail I heard a
snap to my right and assumed it was a deer.
A few minutes later I froze mid step and felt a sudden cold rush
through my body. I knew I wasn't alone.
When I turned my head, I saw a large creature standing in the
brush. I could see it from the chest
up. It had a roundhead, wide set
eyes, a flat nose, and heavy facial features.
The face looked shockingly human.
The skin tone was lighter than the hair.
The hair was shorter on the head and longer on the arms and
chest. It had no visible ears.
Its mouth was open just like mine.
We were both frozen, staring at each other.
I realized it could reach me in 2 steps.
My instinct told me to back away.
Slowly I backed up until I couldn't see it anymore.
Then I turned and left. After that I stayed out of the
woods for months. Eventually a close friend
convinced me to go back, but I do not ever go alone now.
In March of 2016, while driving early one morning on a rural
mountain Rd., I saw black, hairy legs cross the road in front of
my vehicle in four long strides. Whatever it was cleared a fence
and vanished instantly. I couldn't say for sure what it
was, but it moved faster than any bear I've ever seen.
Not long after that, my wife's uncle, who was dying from ALS,
shared his encounters with me. He had seen Sasquatch twice as a
young boy while hiking and camping in the mountains.
He waited until his final days to tell anyone.
Within a week of giving his accounts, he passed away.
Since then, I've taken many reports and investigated
countless areas. Some reports are false, but many
aren't. These experiences changed my
life. I know now these creatures are
real and they are out there. This encounter occurred in
Oklahoma when the Witness was just a boy.
I grew up spending most of my time in the woods.
Ever since I was a kid, I was always outside.
I wasn't afraid of anything back then.
I'd come face to face with bears, rattlesnakes and other
dangerous animals and it never stopped me.
I loved watching wildlife and learning how everything fit
together. Wherever we lived, whether it
was Arkansas or Oklahoma, I was always in the woods.
As I got older I became more cautious, but I never lost that
fascination. Even after what happened to me,
I still wanted to go back out there.
What I saw scared me, but it also made me curious.
To this day, I want to see one again.
The encounter happened when I was a boy living in a farming
area outside 8th of Oklahoma. Our house was built on stilts
near A2 Lane Rd. Behind it was a stream
surrounded by trees and brush, and beyond that was open
pasture. The neighboring farmer kept
cattle, hogs, chickens and other animals.
Wildlife was everywhere, Deer, mountain lions, bears, snakes.
It was a beautiful place, but it could be dangerous if you
weren't careful. One day I slipped away from the
yard and headed down to the Creek like I always did.
I took off my shoes and socks, rolled up my jeans and waded
through the water looking for tracks and signs of animals.
At some point, everything went quiet.
I remember being told that when the woods go silent, there's a
predator nearby. That's when I smelled it.
The odor was overwhelming, far worse than a skunk.
It burned my eyes and stuck in my throat.
I noticed ripples in the water and saw a large leg partly
submerged near a tree. The leg was thick and heavy,
covered in long hair. I followed it upward and saw a
massive hand gripping a tree branch that extended over the
Creek. When I followed that branch
toward the tree, I came face to face with it.
It was enormous, larger than anything I had ever seen.
The hair was long and a cinnamon brown colour mixed with darker
shades. Its eyes were set slightly wide
apart and had an Auburn tone. The nose stuck out but wasn't
flat like an apes. The lips were thin and long, and
I didn't see teeth. The skin on its face looked
leathery and tan, and there was exposed skin on the throat.
The hair on the head was shorter than the rest of the body.
Its hands matched the colour of its face.
The fingernails were broad and broken, like they had been worn
down. Digging.
It just stood there, looking at me.
I could see it blink, and every now and then it tilted its head
slightly. I was terrified.
After what felt like forever, I ran.
I bolted up the hill and sprinted back to the house as
fast as I could. I slammed the screen door and
locked it even though I knew it really wouldn't stop.
Something like that. My mother laughed and said it
was the first time she didn't have to call me home.
I couldn't tell her what I had seen.
When my father asked later, I said it was just a big hog.
That night the farmer came to our door asking if we had heard
anything strange. He was missing 2 hogs.
We went with him to the pen and saw huge footprints in the mud,
shaped like a man's foot. There were drag marks leading
away. The hogs had been killed.
Their necks were broken, but there were no bite marks or claw
marks. A large portion of their bodies
were missing. Later that night, while I was
sleeping on the couch, I heard heavy footsteps outside the
house. I could hear deep breathing and
a low growl. I was so scared I crawled to my
parents room and fell asleep near my brother's crib next to
my father's shotgun. The next morning my father
noticed the lingering odor outside.
Years later, when I saw the Patterson Gimlin film on
television, I recognized it immediately.
I told my dad that was what I had seen, except the one I
encountered was male. From that moment on, I knew what
it was. As I got older, I read
everything I could about Sasquatch.
I studied reports, Native American accounts, and
historical records. I learned that these creatures
had been known about long before modern times.
Native Americans had stories, names, and warnings about them.
Some encounters were peaceful, others were violent.
I believe they are real. I know what I saw.
I can still picture it, and I can still smell it.
That moment has stayed with me my entire life.
If people see one, they shouldn't be ashamed to talk
about it. They should be cautious, but not
afraid to speak up. These things exist whether
people believe it or not. Seeing one changes you forever.
In this report, you're going to hear six of the 11 encounters
this witnesses had. I was on a BFRO expedition in
Arizona. The group split into two teams
on opposite sides of a Ridge. The expedition leader made a
call from the top. The team on the east side didn't
hear anything except the leaders call.
But the team on the West side where my son and I were standing
heard an answer come back within about 7 seconds.
The first call came from the north.
About 3 seconds later, another call came from the northwest.
Then 5 or 6 seconds after that, a third one came from the
Southwest. They were all a little
different, but every one of them was much deeper than the
organisers call. That changed everything for me.
I've always been analytical and curious, and after that night I
needed to know what it was. After that night, I spent a lot
more time camping and hiking in Arizona.
At first, I took my kids with me.
We had a lot of nights where something would come in close to
camp and whistle around two or three in the morning.
The whistling would go back and forth from one side of the
campsite to the other. It wasn't a bird, It was steady
and patterned. And in between the whistles we
could hear footfalls too, like something moving around the
camp. As I learned more, I started
going out with the goal of getting evidence so other people
would understand what I had experienced.
I set up game cameras and camera traps, and I set up audio traps.
I did capture a lot of strong audio knocks, whoops and howls,
but nothing that fully felt decisive to anyone who hadn't
been there. Some of the sounds were beyond
what a person could normally do, but people still explained it
away. That also made me look back on
earlier trips, going all the way back to the late 70s through
2008. I started remembering strange
things I've seen while walking off trail, far from any normal
route. Things I had brushed off at the
time, like finding a wooden nest deep in the Backcountry after
hiking miles into the mountains. Back then I just thought it was
odd, but I didn't know what to do with it.
I also remembered a night in the early 1980s with two friends.
We had taken a small boat across the lake and camped on the far
side. Around 2:30 or three in the
morning, we heard a howl that was so loud it shook us.
You could feel it in your chest. We sat there arguing about
whether we should leave all our gear and get back in the boat
and get out of there. We eventually convinced
ourselves it had to be something like a large coyote.
But looking back now, that explanation doesn't hold up.
In 2009, I took my kids out again.
Earlier that day, we had set up audio traps.
While we were out, we found a trackway.
The prints were about 15 inches long.
A lot of people think Arizona is all sand and cactus, but more
than half the state is pine trees and mountains.
This was in the mountain area and the soil there is usually
hard unless it's monsoon season or right after snow melt.
These prints were in forest litter and pine needles but they
were consistent. Left foot, right foot, left
foot, right foot. We followed that track for more
than 1/4 mile. At first I took photos of every
print and once we realized it just kept going.
I stopped taking pictures of every single one.
The trackway LED up to an overlook above a lake.
We stopped there to rest because the hike was rough up on a large
rock ledge and a shaded secluded spot.
The first thing I noticed was a huge imprint where something had
been sitting. It wasn't old.
The grass that had been flattened was just starting to
lift back up like it had happened not long before we
arrived. Both my kids work in medical
fields and my daughter looked down and said dad, is that
blood? We looked down and saw drops of
blood below the spot where the imprint was.
The blood was fresh and started to thicken.
We collected it and bagged it. I still have it in my freezer
because I don't know who I'd trust to test it properly.
When I went back later and looked through the photos I had
taken of the footprints, I noticed something I hadn't
caught at the time. In some of the left footprints
you could see small drops of blood that told me whatever made
those tracks likely had a cut on its foot, made it to that ledge,
sat down like a person would, and then took off when it heard
us coming. That evening we went back to the
campsite. We cooked and had a good night.
Later, around 10, my nephew went out with me and my kids.
The plan was to do a few knocks and see if we got responses.
My original thought was that we would just hear replies in the
distance like we had before. My kids got tired and stayed
back at the vehicle That left me and my nephew out there in the
dark. I knocked on a tree in the
Canyon and within seconds we got a whoop back from the West,
maybe a quarter mile away. We waited about 10 to 15 minutes
and knocked again. This time the whoop came back
from right across the Canyon, very close on the opposite side.
My nephew asked if I was going to knock back or call again.
I told him no, it already knew we were there.
All we had with us was a night vision monocular that didn't
record. It had about two times
magnification and an infrared light.
We passed it back and forth so we could both look.
A couple of minutes later we heard rocks sliding down into
the Canyon. Then we heard brush moving on
our side of the Canyon wall coming up the slope.
Then it stopped. As we watched the thick brush we
could see something peek out quick and duck back in.
It did that 5 or 6 times and both of us saw it.
Then it stopped and we could barely make out soft footfalls
coming up the hill. The steps were so quiet it
didn't make sense. Even on forest litter it was
moving in a way that was hard to believe.
Then it went quiet. I knew it was close enough to be
watching us, but it wasn't making any noise.
I told my nephew we were going to walk back toward the vehicle.
I said I wanted him to stop when I told him so I could listen and
see if it followed. We angled back up toward the
vehicle, which was parked on a logging Rd.
When we got about 15 or 20 feet from where we had started, I
told him to stop. We stopped and there was one
more footstep from the slope behind us that confirmed it was
trailing us. I whispered to him and reminded
him about an open area we had walked through earlier where you
could see down into the Creek bed in the Canyon.
I told him if I heard anything there I wanted him to spin
around and look through the night vision.
Not long after that, I heard a twig snap in that opening.
I told him to look. He spun around with the night
vision and immediately said yeah, there it is.
I asked what it was doing. He said it was looking at him.
I asked for the monocular. By the time he handed it to me,
the creature was already moving from the centre of that opening
toward the side to get behind a tree.
The glimpse I caught about a step and 1/2 was enough for me
to tell it was a female. I saw the left breast as it ran
from my right to my left. It got behind the tree and one
of the strangest parts was that it left a hand visible on the
side of the trunk. Later when we tried to recreate
it, I figured out why. The slope there was steep and
there was a game trail just below.
If you didn't hang on to the tree, you'd lose your balance
and fall backward down the hill. So the hand wasn't some display.
It looked like it was holding itself steady.
The tree was about 30 feet from us.
With the two times magnification it felt extremely close.
That hand stayed there for about 3 minutes and in the infrared
light we could see fingernails reflecting back.
The nails looked rough at the edges.
The fingers were huge compared to mine and I wear a size 12
ring. The hair on the forearm was
long, maybe 4 to 4 1/2 inches and it moved slightly in the
breeze. The back of the hand had some
hair but not as thick as the arm and the skin looked darker.
After about 3 minutes the hand pulled back.
We didn't hear anything after that.
We waited and making a few small sounds but nothing responded.
I believed it was still in the brush, just quiet.
After about 10 minutes I heard something coming down the
hillside from the east and at that point I started thinking
about how bad it would be if anything happened to my nephew.
That was enough for me and I decided we were done and we
headed back. My nephew was excited at first,
talking non-stop once we got into the vehicle, but once we
got back to camp, the reality hit him that night in the tent.
He panicked and he was scared it would come into camp later.
When I measured the height where the hand had been placed on the
tree, it was about 6 feet 8 inches from the ground.
Using that as a reference, I estimated the creatures height
at around 7 foot 2 or 7 foot three.
That sealed it for me. A year later, in 2010, I had
another sighting in the same Canyon in Arizona.
I had hiked up into a Meadow area near the South end of the
Canyon and I was trying to get back to my vehicle.
I got slightly turned around and stopped to check my GPS.
It was about 1:30 in the afternoon.
The sun was sitting just over a peak behind the trees.
I heard a sound on the Ridge to my right, West of me.
I looked up and caught a quick glimpse of something running the
last 10 feet before it disappeared into thick brush.
I couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it was large.
I thought if it was an animal like a deer or elk, it would
have kept running. If it had stopped in that brush,
it might be watching me. I took my backpack off and got
my camera ready. I started walking up toward the
spot I was alone. When I got near the bottom of
the hill, it burst out of that brush.
I've never seen anything that big move that fast and that
smoothly. It looked like it was gliding.
I estimated it was moving around 25 to 30 miles an hour.
The sun back lit it and lit up the hair along its outline as it
ran. The hair was reddish brown.
It crossed the opening in about two seconds and disappeared into
thicker brush. By the time I raised my camera
enough to take a photo, it was gone.
I walked up and looked for prints and all I found was
scattered forest litter where it had launched itself out of the
brush. But I couldn't find clear tracks
along the Ridge. In 2011, I helped scout a
location for the BFRO Arizona expedition.
The Canyon was remote, with logging roads that gave access,
but it wasn't heavily travelled. The first day we found an oak
tree where a large limb about 10 feet off the ground showed
signs. Something had climbed up and
stood on it. Branches above it had been
twisted and snapped off. Over 100 small branch ends were
on the ground. The acorns had been stripped.
It looked like something was picking them and dropping them
down. That night I took a group to the
far side of the Canyon. We could hear something big
moving closer, but we couldn't see anything on the thermal.
Then the large movement stopped and everything went quiet.
When we finished up, I had one of the expedition members roll
down a window and use the thermal while driving slowly out
on the logging Rd. As we drove, she said she saw a
huge heat signature standing between 2 trees about 30 feet
off the road looking toward us. I stopped and backed up, but by
the time we returned to the spot it was gone.
Back at camp, people were making calls and knocks from the fire,
which I normally avoid because it tends to stir things up.
While we were standing there, something threw a stick out of
the woods and hit one of the vehicles.
I started walking toward my vehicle to grab my thermal and
the next thing I remember I was standing in front of brush about
40 feet away and I wasn't sure how I got there.
The expedition leader later said she had the same thing happen,
walking toward her van and suddenly realizing she was going
the wrong direction and didn't know why.
Another stick came in and struck a truck near a guy who had gone
to grab his gun, and he turned around and came back to the fire
without it. Later, through thermal, I caught
a heat signature that we later estimated at about 7 feet 7
inches. It peeked around a tree briefly,
then pulled back. Another member had an infrared
security camera set up running, and at about the same time it
captured 2 figures walking away. You couldn't make out any detail
from the distance, but you could see one taller and one shorter.
When they turned, their eyes reflected back brightly from the
infrared light. After that, the trip stayed
mostly quiet. One later sighting happened
during a drive back from Iowa. I had been at a car show and it
was extremely hot and humid just north of Bethany, MO and around
5 PMI passed a farm pond. In the middle I saw something I
first thought was a stump. Then I noticed rings spreading
out from it while the rest of the pond was still.
As I drove alongside, I could see gaps where legs would be and
gaps under the arms. It turned slightly and I saw
water dripping from its hands and fur.
The fur looked thick. I told my daughter I had just
seen one. She looked back and only caught
a glimpse before it looked like a stump again.
I had driven that robe before and there'd never been a stump
in the middle of that pond. Another sighting was in Georgia
near Red Top Mountain. I had scoped the area before and
returned later with a Co worker and his son.
We went in quiet and watched through thermal.
After about 40 minutes I noticed a heat shape moving behind tall
brush about 150 feet away. My Co worker did 2 knocks with
pieces of wood. The heat signature stopped
moving then shifted to a tree with a split trunk.
On the thermal. You could see gaps between
fingers as it reached into that split and pulled itself up.
It lifted itself up with one arm and looked around.
I recorded it, but when we reviewed it later, the
resolution dropped to save the file, and it looked more like a
heat blur than clear evidence. The next day in daylight, we
measured the tree. The split was about 12 feet up.
In 2014, I returned to the same Arizona Meadow from my research
Canyon. It was cold with daytime highs
around the low fifties and nights dropping into the 20s.
I approached from a different direction and found a game trail
into the Canyon. The wind was blowing West to
east so my scent and sound were carried away.
I stepped out of the trees onto the Meadow while recording with
a handheld video camera. It was filming to the South when
out of my peripheral vision to my right, I saw movement.
I turned my head and I saw a Sasquatch about 120 feet away,
across the Meadow at the edge of the tree line.
It was crouched low near a fallen log, feet planted, knees
up, digging or picking at something at the base of the
tree. I stared for a second or two,
then it stopped and looked up at me.
I wasn't making noise, but it knew I was there, and we locked
eyes for just a moment. Then it exploded upward.
Later, I measured the first step it took from that crouched
position. The first stride was about 6
feet, the next was 7 feet, and it bounded into the brush in two
steps and vanished as it ran. It crashed through trees so
loudly it sounded like something heavy coming down the Ridge.
On the video, you can see brush moving and hear the crashing,
but I didn't capture a clearview of the body because my camera
was still aimed the other way when it took off.
That was six of the sightings. I've had 11 total, and I've
written about most of them online, but those are the ones
that stand out the most. Thanks for listening, everyone.
Before I go tonight, I just want to remind you my new book is out
on Amazon. I would be deeply grateful if
you could grab a copy to show your support.
Thank you so much and until next time, take care.