Hello and welcome to the program UFO Warning.
In this episode we're talking about Bigfoot stories from
Oregon. That's correct, Bigfoot stories
from Oregon. This first story comes to us
February 1993, says during a chilly winter afternoon, Doctor
and Misses E embarked on their near annual train journey from
Chicago to Portland to visit relatives.
As the train chugged westward along the Columbia River, about
10 minutes outside The Dalles, OR, the couple found themselves
in an unexpected and extraordinary situation.
The train, already delayed, made an unscheduled stop in the
middle of nowhere. Dr. E, who had been watching the
clock closely, noted the unusual halt.
The couple, enjoying the privacy of their sleeping apartment,
peered out the tinted windows, observing the snow covered
landscape beyond. To their astonishment, a dark
figure emerged from the woods, stepping into a clearing near
the train tracks. It was a Sasquatch.
The creature moved cautiously, accompanied by several small
dark birds floating about. The Sasquatch hunkered down,
gazing curiously at the stop train.
Every few minutes it would rise, take a few steps, then Crouch
again, its long dark hair billowing out like the legs of a
bell bottomed pants over the snow.
Doctor and Misses E watched in awe, quietly discussing what
they were seeing, confirming each other's observations in
real time. The tinted windows provided them
a sense of security, shielding them from the creature's gaze as
it continued to observe the train.
For 8 minutes, the Sasquatch remained in the clearing,
seemingly mesmerized by the stationary train.
The couple, though nearly undressed and unable to alert
anyone else due to their state of the shamble, marvelled at the
site. The train finally started moving
again. The creature watched it depart,
disappearing back into the snowy wilderness.
Though the lighting conditions made it difficult to see the
finer details of the creature, Doctor and Mrs. Z were certain
of what they had seen. The conductor, when questioned,
admitted to having caught a couple glimpses of the strange
figure as well. Though the terrain made it
impossible for other passengers to see from their compartments,
the encounter left a lasting operation on the couple.
They shared their experiences with the Bigfoot Research
Project and even spoke about it at a Sasquatch biology class at
Portland Community College the following year.
For Doctor and Missus E, the sighting was not just a fleeting
moment, it was a profound experience, one they believed
with absolute conviction had been real.
Very cool. I can just imagine seeing this
hang out the one day of your train car.
Really neat. I should also remind you that
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we can get over there. OK, so this story tells us that
in the summer of 1988, thirteen year old EA was out scouting for
elk in the vast wilderness of Wallowa County, Oregon.
It was early August and the morning sun had just begun to
rise, casting a soft light over the fresh, clear cut landscape
near the top of Norgod Hill. Now they're using the initials
here, so it can be a little bit of confusing, they're saying.
EA, excited to explore the area, had ventured away from his camp,
where his father and a friend had gone in different
directions, each focused on scouting for elk in the rugged
terrain. As he walked along a dirt Rd.
EA reached the edge of the clear cut and paused to take in the
view. From his vantage point at the
bottom of the hill, he noticed movement at the top, about 300
yards away. At first he thought nothing of
it, assuming he was looking at two bears standing on their hind
legs, which wasn't entirely unusual in the wilderness.
But something about their movements seemed off.
Intrigued, EA raised his binoculars to get a closer look.
What he saw took his breath away.
The figures weren't bears at all.
They were two upright humanoid creatures, young Bigfoot playing
together at the edge of the clear cut.
The creatures, standing around 5 1/2 feet tall, with shaggy
reddish brown hair and long arms that hung down nearly to their
knees, were engaged in what seemed like a playful game.
They chased each other around, jumping and swatting their hands
together, almost like children in a game of tag.
EA watched, frozen in awe for about a minute, completely
absorbed in the scene. Then, just as suddenly as it had
appeared, the two creatures stopped, looked at each other,
and quietly walked off into the thick forest, disappearing from
sight. EA stood there for a moment,
trying to process what he had just witnessed.
He hadn't heard a sound from them, only the silent,
mesmerizing movements of the creatures as they played and
then vanished into the wilderness.
Shaken by the experience, A A hurried back to camp and waited
for his father and their friend to return.
When they regrouped later that day, he shared his story with
them and together they returned to the area where he had seen
the creatures. Despite their efforts to find
evidence of footprints or any signs of the creatures, they
found nothing. The ground, filled with soft
swill from mole holes, seemed like it would have captured any
tracks, but the creatures had left no trace behind.
It was as if they had been careful to avoid the soft dirt.
The sighting stayed with EA, and he later confided in a game
warden about the encounter during another elk hunt trip the
following year. Although the warden listened, no
formal report was made. Years later, EA learned of
another sighting in the same area by a friend who had also
seen a Bigfoot at closer range, reinforcing his belief and what
he had witnessed that summer morning.
Free a the memory of those two young Bigfoot playing like
children and the early morning light remained as vivid and
surreal as a moment he first laid eyes on them.
Man, that would have to leave an impression on a young kid just
seeing these two, you know, maybe teenage Bigfoot up there
wrestling around and this clear cut, you got to wonder if
there's little ones around. There must have been some big
ones around, too. It was a cold, snowy night in
December of 1985, just days before Christmas, when a long
haul trucker found himself in an unforgettable encounter on
Cabbage Hill in Oregon. Driver making his way eastbound
along I-84 in a Peterbilt truck was heading back to Texas from
Portland. It was around 1:30 AM and the
night was quiet, safe for the hum of the truck's engine as it
climbed the steep hill in the Blue Mountains.
His Co driver was fast asleep in the cab as the trucker navigated
the curves of the road. As he came around a bend near
the top of the hill, something unexpected caught his eye.
Moving across the highway, illuminated by his headlights,
was a large figure. The trucker, startled, slammed
on the brakes, bringing the massive truck to a sharp stop.
The creature froze, standing directly in front of the truck,
barely 2 feet from the grille. For a long and surreal moment,
the two stared at each other, locked in a shared sense of
surprise. The trucker's heart raced as he
set the driver's seat, peering through the windshield at the
towering figure before him. It wasn't a bear.
At least, not any kind of a bear he had ever seen.
Standing head and shoulders above the truck's hood, the
creature had to be at least 8 feet tall, with broad shoulders
and long arms. Its body was covered in blondish
brown hair, though not as much as a bear would have.
The trucker recalled thinking it might be some strange mutant
bear, but the creature's distinctly human like features
suggested otherwise. Its face, framed by a dense
matted beard and heavy sideburns, looked more like an
unkempt man than an animal. Its nose was broad and bulibus,
its mouth slightly opened to reveal teeth that were larger
than a human's, but not Fang like.
The creature's yellowish red eyes glowed in the darkness, but
they didn't reflect the truck's headlight like an animal's
would. Instead, they seemed to watch
the driver with a strange mix of curiosity and anger.
As the truck idled, the creature moved closer, placing its
massive hands on the hood of the truck.
It slapped the top of the hood with a powerful thud, as if
warning the driver to leave its territory.
The trucker felt his pulse quicken, unsure of what might
happen next. He quickly woke his Co driver,
but by the time the man stirred, the creature had turned and
jogged off the road into the nearby woods.
The trucker, still shaken, set for a moment, trying to
comprehend what he had just witnessed.
The encounter had lasted about a minute and a half, but it felt
much longer. In that brief time, the driver
had taken in every detail the creature's muscular build, the
strange human like face, and the way it moved with a stiff gait,
almost like an old man with a backache.
Later, when he recalled the incident, the trucker would
describe the Sasquatch as a powerful, athletic figure with a
sluner waist, far from the terrifying beast often depicted
in TV shows. He remembered the steam rising
from its mouth as it breathed heavily in the cold night air,
and the way it seemed more curious than afraid, as if both
were intruders in each other's world.
For years after the encounter, the trucker kept an eye out for
the creature each time he drove through the area, but he never
saw it again. To this day, he wonders if
anyone else had ever seen the same thing on Cabbage Hill that
snowy night in December 1985. Why, that would really be
something, wouldn't it? Driving down that deserted Rd.
look up and see this Bigfoot that you'd almost run into.
It was a crisp November night in 2012, just outside of Pendleton
OR on the Umatilla Indian Reservation.
The house was quiet, nestled among stubbled wheat fields and
rolling hills, with the Umatilla River not far off.
The land wasn't isolated. There were a few neighbors
scattered within a mile or so, but it was peaceful, the kind of
rural calm that allowed the night sounds to echo across the
fields. Around 12:30, AMA Man, a long
time biologist with two decades of experience in fusion wildlife
habitat recovery, was startled to wake.
His bedroom window cracked open slightly to let in the cool
night air had offered no unusual noises at first, but something
had jolted him awake. He set up in bed, heart racing,
straining to hear through the stillness.
Then he heard it. Something strange.
An eerie, piercing sound unlike anything he had ever encountered
before. A loud, wailing scream echoed
through the darkness, starting off like a woman's hysterical
shriek, but quickly morphing into something more disturbing,
like manic hyena, like laughter. The sound escalated into what
seemed like a whooping yell filling the quiet night air.
It was chilling, primal, and seemed to come from somewhere
out in the fields a few 100 yards away.
He sprang from the bed and ran to the front door, throwing it
open to listen more closely. Out beyond the rolling hills in
the direction of the sound, the moon lit up the frosty farmland.
The strange scream repeated itself again and again, each
time growing more distant, as if whatever was making the noise
was running off into the night. He stood there, transfixed by
the bizarre, haunting cry. It wasn't like any animal he had
ever heard in his years of working with wildlife.
It was something different, something unsettling.
The man didn't wake his wife that night, but the sound stayed
with him. A few weeks later, it happened
again. Once more, the strange wailing
scream shattered the night's calm, and again he listened as
it grew more distant, fading into the cold November air.
Then, around Christmas, the local newspaper published a
story that shook the community. People across the Umatilla
reservation had been hearing the same eerie cries, and many were
frightened. Recordings of the strange sounds
began to surface, with some describing the noise as a
maniacal laughter. The locals started calling it
the Umatilla Screamer. For weeks, the mysterious cries
continued, unnerving the residents.
The biologists, skeptical and trained to recognize all kinds
of animal sounds, couldn't shake the feeling that what he heard
was unlike anything he had encountered before.
Though foxes, Cougars and coyotes were common in the area,
the sound was different. It was too guttural, too
powerful. He could feel the immense lung
capacity behind it, as if the source were something much
larger and more substantial than a fox or a cougar.
Over the following months, the Umatilla screamer became the
stuff of local legend, with friends and tribal members
sharing their experience and recordings of the unsettling
noises. And while the man could never
say for certain what he had heard, he knew it was something
out of the ordinary, something that would linger in his memory
long after the scream had faded from the farmland.
Wow, that is really cool. Very, very neat.
Just imagine laying there in bed and waking up to the sound of
this thing screaming. It was a warm September night in
1994, and the Pendleton Roundup had just wrapped up for the day.
A young Native American woman was making her way back to her
family's home near Caius, a small community near Pendleton,
OR. It was late, around 3:00 AM, and
the night sky was moonless, leaving the landscape shrouded
in darkness. She and a friend sat in the car
for a while, chatting and laughing, the engine running but
the headlights off. After a few minutes of
conversation, she decided it was time to head inside.
The area around her family's house was familiar, but eerily
dark, with no St. lights or even a hint of light from the
surrounding wheat fields. Her friend, sensing the pitch
blackness outside, turned on his headlights to light her path to
the front door. That's when it happened.
In an instant, the beam of the headlight caught something, a
massive, slender figure sprinting across the backyard.
The woman froze, her eyes widening in disbelief.
The figure moved with incredible speed, covering nearly 40 yards
and what seemed like the blink of an eye.
Her heart raced. This wasn't a man, at least not
one like she had ever seen before.
The creature was enormous, easily reaching the height of
the house's corner where the roof sloped down.
Its head seemed to sit directly on its shoulders with no neck
insight. The figure was covered in short,
dark brown hair. Its legs moved swiftly, but
without the typical stride of a human runner, she couldn't
process what she had just seen. Did you see that?
She asked her friend, who was too busy fiddling with the
stereo to notice anything unusual.
Shaken but unsure of what to do, she said good night and went
inside, replaying the scene over and over in her mind.
The sheer speed and size of the creature didn't seem possible,
and yet she had seen it with her own eyes.
As she approached the back porch, she noticed something
strange. Her family's dogs, normally
alert and territorial, were oddly quiet.
The Rottweiler, Chow and yellowed AB and mixed mutt were
all huddled together on the porch, curled up and whimpering
softly. Their usual barking or growling
was absent, as if they too had set something beyond the
ordinary that night. I think that definitely left an
impact on those dogs as well. Over the years, her family had
experienced other odd occurrences around the property.
Sometimes in the early morning hours, they would hear faint
footsteps around the house or distant grunts and strange
whispers carried by the wind. Her niece had once seen a figure
in a tree while playing hide and seek, thinking it was her
brother until she saw her brother running on the ground
below. The children had been terrified
and run inside, their game abruptly forgotten.
Weeks after the sighting, the woman found more unsettling
evidence. The light fixture on the corner
of the house, set about 9 feet off the ground near a basketball
hoop, kept breaking. After replacing the light bulb
multiple times, they discovered it hadn't been shattered.
It had been unscrewed. Not far from the house, in a
patch of soft dirt, she found something even more startling, a
footprint 20 inches long, larger than anything she had ever seen.
The events of that summer night in 1994 stayed with her for
years, a mystery that her family had whispered about but never
fully understood. What she saw in the darkness
that night, a massive, swift figure darting through the
backyard, remained a haunting memory, something too big and
too fast to be anything she could explain.
Man, that is intense. It sounds like this thing was
unscrewing the light bulb there too, around the house.
It liked to prowl around there and didn't want to be, I
suppose, bothered with this bright light shining on it.
That's really neat. It was a quiet August evening in
1995, and AUS Forest Service law enforcement officer and his
girlfriend were enjoying a peaceful camping trip on a
secluded Oregon beach north of Lincoln City and South of
Tillamook. They were the only people around
for miles, their campsite perched on a small bluff about 7
feet above the shoreline. As dusk settled in, they had a
fire crackling and the ocean stretched out before them,
bathed in the soft light in the setting sun.
Around 9:00 PM, the officer noticed something unusual, a
figure standing about 100 yards near the shoreline to the South.
At first he thought it was a person, but something was off.
The figure was entirely black, covered head to toe and
unnaturally still. The beach was rugged and remote,
with no obvious paths leading to it, and Lincoln City was some 20
miles away. The sight left him uneasy.
Minutes passed. The figure reappeared, walking
along the shore but not stopping, coming closer this
time, about 50 yards. It turned back again, heading
South, only to return a short while later.
By now the sun had set, but a bright moon illuminated the
beach. The figure moved fluidly, its
pace unnervingly fast and steady, with none of the up and
down motion typical of a human walking.
As it passed directly in front of them, closer now, they saw
the full form, tall, jet black and massive, with a forward
leaning posture and long swinging arms.
It walked without any apparent interest in them.
As those searching for something in the sand, the officers unease
grew. This was no ordinary person.
The figure kept moving, heading South again at a brisk pace.
When it was out of sight, the officer grabbed his flashlight
and ran down to the beach, determined to investigate.
His girlfriend, still nervous, stayed behind.
When he reached the spot where the figure had walked, he was
startled to find deep tracks in the sand, much deeper than his
own footprints, which barely left an impression.
The tracks were so massive, at least 16 inches long and 10
inches wide. He called for his girlfriend to
come down, and when she saw them she gasped.
Oh my gosh. As they examined the tracks, the
officers flashlight suddenly went out.
He fumble to replace the bulb in the moonlight, but before he
could finish, his girlfriend let out a terrified scream.
It's coming back. The figure was approaching them
from the South again, this time at an alarming speed, as if it
had finally taken notice of them.
She panicked, pulling him up toward the campsite, but he
stood his ground for a moment, determined to see what it was.
As the figure closed in, now within 80 yards, he shouted.
You better stop, I'm going to shoot.
But he was unarmed, and the figure paid him no mind,
continuing its approach with steady, deliberate strides.
It was only when the creature was close enough for him to see
the details, its enormous muscular frame, its hair covered
body, and its inhumanely wide, wide shoulders that the reality
hit him. Oh my, he whispered.
It's not human. Paralyzed with fear, he stood
frozen for a moment before his instincts kicked in and he
turned and bolted toward his girlfriend, who was already
screaming at him to run. Reaching the bluff, he looked
back, relieved to see the figure hadn't followed him.
It continued walking along the beach, ignoring them completely,
before disappearing into the darkness to the South.
Shaken but unharmed, the couple hurried back to their camp,
debating whether to stay the night or leave.
His girlfriend argued that the creature had made no move to
harm them, and eventually they decided to stay.
As the night wore on, the officer kept the fire going,
staying awake and alert while his girlfriend drifted off to
sleep. By dawn, the creature was long
gone, but the deep, clear tracks it had left behind were still
visible in the sand. He spent the early morning
documenting them, taking photographs and using nearby
objects to measure the depths and size.
The tracks stretched along the beach, heading North and South,
disappearing into the dunes. After their camping trip, the
officer returned to his home in Colorado, but the memory of that
night lingered. He later contacted Richard
Greenwell of the International Society of Cryptozoology and
Peter Byrne, a well known Bigfoot researcher.
Byrne investigated the area but found no further evidence.
The following year, the officer agreed to share his story with
Good Morning America on the condition that his identity
would remain anonymous. Unfortunately, they broke that
promise, showing him on camera without his consent.
Feeling betrayed, he distanced himself from the media and
returned to the Oregon Coast only a few times after that,
each time hoping but never again encountering the mysterious
figure he had seen that August night.
I just couldn't. I just couldn't fathom being out
there camping like that and seeing one of these things that
close. I'm thinking I would have
probably pulled, pulled up stakes and left.
You know, what a great story. Sadly, how the media went ahead
and just totally betrayed this guy had no surprises there for
me. So we'll do this one and then
one more. This one says in the fall of
1996, a former military police officer, now a college student,
was staying on a quiet 3 acre farm near Walderville, Oregon.
It was a chilly November night around 10:00 PM and he was deep
into writing a research paper at the kitchen table.
The house set nestled on a gradual wooded slope with two
horse pastures on either side, separated by hot wire fences.
His friend's small brown healer dog was tied to a wire tether
outside, keeping guard. The stillness of the night was
abruptly shattered when the dog began barking wildly, a sound
that immediately snapped him to attention.
The distant howls of dogs and shrieks of horses from nearby
farms echoed through the otherwise silent valley, adding
to the tension. The officer, trained in high
stress situations from his time in the army, instinctively
grabbed a pistol and a powerful flashlight before carefully
stepping outside. He turned off the house lights,
crouching low as he opened the front door, scanning the dark
surroundings with the flashlight.
The scene that greeted him was unsettling.
The healer was growling softly, its focus fixed on the lower
horse pasture. Two horses, usually calm, had
retreated to the upper pasture, rustling about in a nervous,
agitated manner. Something was out there.
He squatted down next to the dog, who still hadn't
acknowledged his presence, which was highly unusual.
Following the dog's gaze, he pointed his flashlight toward
the lower pasture. What he saw nearly made his
heart stop. A large figure crouched low in
the tall grass beside a telephone pole just beyond the
hot wire fence. At first, the reflection from
the two small circular markers on the pole, combined with light
fog, made it difficult to discern what it was.
His mind raced bare, he thought, but before he could settle on
that, the dog suddenly screamed and leapt straight into the air,
hair bristling. When it landed, it bolted under
a nearby pickup truck, whimpering like a terrified
puppy. And those same few seconds the
creature arose from its Crouch on two legs, it began moving
along the fence in a swift, unmistakable bipedal stride.
The officer stood up, his instincts as a trained military
police officer kicking in. He aimed his pistol at the
creature, tracking it with his flashlight beam.
In those two seconds, he struggled to comprehend what he
was seeing. His mind raced through
possibilities. Bear no horse, man.
No, I don't know. What is this thing?
The creature was huge, far, far taller than him, and moved with
a speed and fluidity that defied explanation.
The distinct thud thud of his footfalls confirmed it was
running on two legs. Fear surged through him like
never before. Despite years of military
experience, this was unlike anything he had ever
encountered. Without thinking, he bolted back
into the house, heart pounding, and grabbed larger weapons.
He immediately called his friend's father, who lived
nearby in Grants Pass, to come and help search for whatever had
been lurking into the pasture. When his friend's father
arrived, they cautiously made their way down to the road where
the creature had been seen. The road covered in gravel
offered no footprints, but the tall grass was visibly
disturbed, as though something large had passed through it.
The rest of the night was filled with tensions as the animals and
nearby farms remained restless, their cries echoing through the
valley. The little heeler who had
witnessed the creature with him refused to calm down and stayed
jittery for a full day. In the days that followed, the
officer couldn't shake the image of the massive 2 legged
creature. He knew it wasn't a bear or any
other animal native to the Pacific Northwest.
Despite the lack of physical evidence, the experience
remained vivid in his mind, a memory he would carry for the
rest of his life. Even now, years later, he hoped
that someday the truth behind what he saw that night would be
revealed, and that the people would finally believe in the
existence of whatever was out there in the dark forest of
Southern Oregon. Man, right up to your house like
that. That is so cool.
OK, we'll do one last one, then we'll wrap this up.
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It really, really does help. This last story we find it says
it was the summer of 1968 and an 18 year old worker found himself
deep in the Cascade Mountains of Oregon.
He had been tasked with installing radio signaling
equipment on a massive piece of logging machinery known as a
yarder. The job site was remote, about
40 to 50 miles northeast of Estatica, surrounded by old
growth Douglas fir and mountain hemlock at an elevation of 3500
feet. The logging crew had left hours
earlier, and by the time he arrived, the sun had already
dipped below the horizon. Alone in the dark wilderness, he
got to work. As the night wore on, the
darkness grew impenetrable. No moon, no stars, just a quiet
hum of his small generator lighting his work.
It was around 10:30 PM when the uneasy feeling crept up his
spine. The hair on the back of his neck
stood on end, and he realized that something was watching him.
He hadn't noticed anything unusual until that moment, miles
from the nearest person, in the middle of a logged off slope.
The feeling was intense. Slowly, he looked down his drop
light and swung it around, scanning the area behind him.
What he saw startled him, a pair of glowing eyes staring directly
at him from the darkness. They were the only thing he
could make out, shining like a cat's eyes reflecting in the
beam of his light. His heart raced as he and the
creature locked eyes for what felt like an eternity, though it
could have been only 15 seconds. Then, without a sound, the
figure turned and vanished into the night.
The young worker knew he needed to finish the job and get out of
there fast. He worked as quickly as his
shaking hands would allow, but no more than 10 minutes later,
an overpowering smell hit him. It was rank, like a wet dog that
had rolled in something dead, mixed with a familiar sense of
diesel and oil from the yarder. A light breeze carried the odor
toward him, making him instinctively turn his drop
light in the direction of the smell.
There it was again, those glowing eyes, now just 20 feet
away. This time he could make out more
of a creature. It was large, black, and
possibly wide, towering above the haulback drum of the Ardor.
Beneath the eyes, the skin seemed to shine in dim light,
adding to the eerie presence of the creature.
Panic surged through him. The car was only 30 feet away,
but down a slope, and the creature was between him and his
escape. Grabbing the small generator,
which suddenly felt much heavier than it had earlier, he made his
way back to the car, dragging the generator with him, too
terrified to leave the light behind.
Somehow he managed to reach the car, throw the generator inside
and drive 5 miles down the road before stopping for the night.
He waited there in the safety of his vehicle until the first
light of dawn broke over the mountains.
The next morning, he followed the logging truck back to the
site to finish the job. As they went about their work,
he cautiously searched the area for footprints or any sign of
the creature. But with the thick underbrush
and scattered limbs, he found nothing.
When he shared his story with one of the loggers, the man
didn't seem surprised. In fact, he pointed out 255
gallon barrels that had been moved, lifted up and thrown over
a log pile. Each barrel weighed over £400.
No human could have done that. Though terrified by the
experience, the young worker never encountered anything like
it again during his time installing radio systems at
other logging sites, even when he worked late into the night.
But the memory of those glowing eyes and the and the
overwhelming presence of that large, silent creature stayed
with him, haunting his thoughts whenever he ventured back into
the wilderness. It was only years later, with
the advent of the Internet, that he found a community of people
who had experienced similar encounters, offering a strange
sort of comfort and knowing he wasn't alone.
The decades had passed, the experience had never faded, and
he hoped that by sharing his story, others might come forward
with their own, helping to unravel the mystery of what
lurks in the remote forest of Oregon.
Yeah, that is wild. You know, The funny thing about
this is he talks about sleeping in his car down the road and
feeling like he was in safety. It reminds me of my camping trip
up in Alaska, up with my friend and we were chatting with the
game warden about how safe it was to sleep in your car to
avoid to avoid the bears. And we learned that if a bear
really wants to get whatever is in your car, he could just come
over and smash that roof down like some kind of a giant WWF
wrestler. Break the glasses out and out
the windows, you know, break out, break out the glass windows
of your car and take you or whatever else he wants out of
the car. So there really was no safety in
that car other than making sure you didn't have any of the fish
that you caught stored where you're sleeping at.
And I kind of wonder about this Bigfoot.
I mean, if you really wanted to get you inside of a car, I mean,
a creature that's 8-9 foot tall, weighs 4 or 500 pounds, 600 lbs
maybe, and has superhuman strength.
I don't think it's that big of a deal for him to do a fist pound
on that car hood, break out those car windows and do
whatever he wants to do. Really crazy stories here but
man they're awesome. Appreciate that people sending
them in. Until next time.
This is UFO warning over now.