Hello and welcome to the program UFO Warning.
In this episode we're taking a look at Bigfoot sightings from
Nova Scotia, Canada. That's correct, Bigfoot
sightings from Nova Scotia, Canada.
Found this first couple over at bfro.net.
Lots of great sightings over there.
The date on this is this is October 11th, 2015 Nova Scotia,
Canada Location details Uniac Estate Museum park closes at
dusk so we weren't supposed to be there.
Nearest town Matt Mount Uniac nearest Rd.
Hwy. #1 Observed I was at an old, supposedly haunted
farmhouse from the 1700s with my best friend at around 11:00 PM.
We are in our early 30s. We were heading to a spot by the
lake where people have reported seeing a female ghost.
We were about 20 yards from the bench where she's been seen when
a heavy rock flew in front of us and landed in the lake.
We heard it hit the rocks underwater.
I immediately turned on my flashlight and scanned the field
the rock had come from but saw nothing.
The field was knee high in grass.
My friend wasn't a believer in ghost or anything paranormal,
but he was in shock and believes that something other than a
person threw that rock. We left immediately and felt
like we were being followed as we walked back along the long
dark trail. I can't say for sure what it
was, but it's a creepy spot, especially at night.
It's pretty ironic that the rock was thrown exactly where ghost
sightings have occurred. There are reports of Bigfoot in
Nova Scotia and the field where this happened is right beside a
large trail system through the woods and along a lake.
I'm not sure if this is a is a useful report but I thought I'd
share it. And then under other witnesses
it says one of the witness. We were being quiet trying to
reach the hottest spot. Other stories just ghost
stories. Nothing physical like a rock.
Time and conditions. 11:00 PM. Dark, mostly clear night, no
moonlight, dry around 12°C. Long grassy field near a lake
close to force with lots of hiking trails on an old historic
property where strange things happened.
There's a large White House that's hundreds of years old, a
couple of barns and large pastures.
And then there's a follow up investigation, it says.
By Robert Barrheit On August 14th, 2016, I spoke with the
primary witness about the incident at UNIAC Estate Museum
Park which occurred in October of 2015.
The witness and his best friend entered the park through the
back gate after dark around 11:00 PM.
Taking care not to alert the night guard at the museum.
They made their way to Uniac Lake to a location reported to
be haunted. They were near their
destination, a park bench, when a heavy rock was thrown from a
stand of trees to the right. They crossed the field and
landed in the lake. The witness estimates the
distance from the trees to the Lakeshore to be about 15 meters
50 feet. The rocks trajectory passed
directly in front of them right to the left.
When it landed in the shallow water near the shore and made a
loud splash and clanked against the rocks on the bottom,
indicating significant weight. Both froze in place.
The witness immediately turned on his flashlight but saw no
one. From their vantage point, they
could also confirm that the night guard was still inside the
museum. They were both shocked.
The witness described the area as a very weird spot.
Neither has returned to the location after dark.
I found the primary witness to be very credible.
Wow, what a strange occurrence. It says BFO investigator Robert
Burr High, a native of far northwest Iowa.
Robert has always had a strong interest in Bigfoot and in
exploring the great outdoors. His first expedition was the
2012 BFRO Iowa Hill Country Expedition.
He also participated in the 2013 Iowa Big River Expedition, 2013
Oregon Cascades Expedation, 2013 Michigan Upper Peninsula
Expedition, the 2014 and 15 Wisconsin Expeditions, the 2014
Iowa Expedition, and the 2015 Iowa Spring Expedition.
Since 2012, Robert has also conducted several private
expeditions in Iowa and Wisconsin, as well as numerous
solo research trips through 2012 to 2016.
For the last two years, he has been a guest lecturer at the
request of the US Army Corps Engineers.
That's interesting. Robert led the 2016 Iowa Spring
Expedition, is assisting with the 2016 Iowa Fall Expedition
and is currently scouting locations across North America
for 2017 expeditions. He continues to monitor activity
and long term study site in the Midwest.
Now these guys investigate these things.
I mean they're, they're hardcore man.
They're really into it. Very cool.
Let's take a look at this next one.
The signing is listed as October 25th, 2009.
Nova Scotia, Canada nearest town Mount Uniac Hwy. #1 The incident
didn't involve directly seeing a Sasquatch, but I experienced the
events that I later recognized as being consistent with known
Sasquatch behavior. I was walking along a nature
trail through the woods behind Euniak Mansion Mountain.
The trail extends deep into the Bush, probably over half a mile.
I had my camera with me and was taking pictures of nature as I
walked, feeling at peace and enjoying capturing the scenery.
The trail forms a large loop leading deep into the woods
before circling back toward the mansion.
I had reached the furthest point on the loop and was heading back
when I noticed a tall tree stump that seemed like an artistic
subject. I stopped there for a while,
taking photos and sucking in the environment.
Suddenly I heard what I can only describe as the violent swishing
of small trees or branches being shaken back and forth.
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.
It was rhythmic, as if a pair of hands were grabbing and
forcefully shaking them. It was loud, indicating a large
animal. It clearly wasn't a moose or
bear. Bears can't grasp and shake
trees like that. Then it heard a very loud thump,
like something stomping the ground with force.
A strong human might have been able to cause a swishing sound,
but not that thump. The forest floor was soft, and
it would take something very heavy to make that kind of
impact. I was startled and confused.
I appeared into the trees trying to see the source, which seemed
to be about 50 to 60 feet away, but I couldn't see anything.
The underbrush was thick and easily concealed whatever was
causing the disturbance. After a couple of minutes, it
happened again. Swish, swish, swish, swish,
swish. Swish thump.
That's when I realized this wasn't wind or natural currents.
Something was deliberately doing this.
I began to get nervous and started to suspect a Sasquatch.
The activity happened 1/3 time louder than before.
That's when I decided to leave and started a fast trot out of
there. The trail was uneven, making it
hard to run, but I kept moving, occasionally looking back,
afraid of what I might see. I realized I had covered about
400 to 500 yards, roughly 1200 to 15 feet.
Then I heard another very loud thump about 80 feet behind me,
as if something large had leapt and landed with a heavy stomp.
Given how far I had come, it became terrifyingly clear this
thing was following me. Panic set in.
I broke into a full run, pushing myself despite the rough ground.
I didn't dare look back, fearing that saying the creature might
overwhelm me with fear. I ran for what felt like 10
minutes, wondering how far is it back.
At one point I lost the trail and panicked even more, worried
that I would be caught while trying to find my way.
I frantically searched for the red trail markers and soon found
the right path. After a short distance, I was
back at the mansion. Looking back, I believe the
creature knew I was close to safety and stopped following me.
I didn't return for a long time and when I finally did, I
avoided walking the entire trail again.
And it sounds absolutely terrifying.
No other witnesses says no other stories.
Time and conditions around 4:00 PM would have been probably
good, like getting towards sunset.
Then that's in October. Mostly Evergreen forest with a
mix of hardwood near UNIAC House mansion.
And then a follow up investigation by investigator
Robert Barr. Hide again.
On August 10th, 2016, I discussed the incident with
Brian, a very honest, incredible witness.
He recounted being deep in the woods, taking photos when he
stopped near a tall stump and witnessed a nearby tree
violently shaking, followed by loud ground thumping.
Brian noted that the forest floor was mossy and soft, making
it unlikely for a person to cause such a commotion due to
overgrowth. He couldn't see what was shaking
in the tree, but enough of the movement was visible to confirm
that it would take great strength to do so.
Brian remained in the area and the same behaviour repeated,
startling him further. The thumping grew louder and was
accompanied by movement from the same direction.
When it occurred 1/3 time, Brian decided to leave immediately.
On his way back, the thumping followed him through the
overgrowth. At one point, a thump occurred
so close and so loud that Brian broke into a run back to the
museum. The behavior Brian described is
consistent with a large body of evidence collected across North
America. The tree shaking and ground
stopping are forms of intimidation meant to drive
intruders away. His experience of being escorted
out of the area is also a pattern that has been has been
reported many times. The location is noteworthy about
40 kilometers from Halifax, once at about 25 miles near the
province's center. The region contains abundant
water and forested land populated with spruce, Birch,
hemlock, Maple, red oak and pine.
Native wildlife includes moose, a growing black bear population,
white tailed deer, Martin links, and bobcat.
There have also been cougar sightings and the presence of a
hybrid koi wolf. A mix of coyote and Gray wolf
has been reported. As of 2011, Nova Scotia had a
human population density of 17.4 persons per square kilometer,
with 65% living in urban areas. The environment appears to offer
sufficient food, water, shelter, and seclusion to support an
isolated population of Sasquatch in the province.
And that is really wild. I only found a couple Bigfoot
stories on bfro.net concerning a Bigfoot but I did come across
this article that was posted on Reddit talking about Bigfoot
sightings. It says it's written by Angus
Frazier, Bay Saint Lawrence The begins it says.
I don't say there is anything that can't be explained.
Well, I don't know, except the Hairy Man.
He lives down there around Lowland Cove.
I don't know. I didn't see him the last couple
of years, but I've seen him previously.
Why you call him the Hairy Man? Because he's got hair on him.
He stands about 8 feet and he's got big arms that go down way
beyond his knees. And he's got 2 picket ears,
round eyes, nice beautiful round eyes.
And that's about him. Long hair hanging down like a
great big fur coat. But I saw the eyes first.
I sort of got fascinated with his eyes.
There's about 20 people have seen him down here.
I met him at the Red Cove. Now Capstick, one night, me
diverting the half ton truck right in the center of the road,
pretty near hit him, but he jumped.
He jumped over the truck to get away from me hitting him.
And I've seen him twice since then.
I was in meat Cove and then up in the backlands.
But I don't know what he could be A cross spread between humans
and what else. The only explanation I have lots
of people have seen him years ago too.
The most that started him moving was when the mine was going,
when they started blasting and drilling that he started coming
out. Did he ever hurt anybody?
No. He'd just stand just so close to
me. And every time I'd move, he'd
watch me. He'd follow me.
I was hunting in the woods one day, hunting deer, and he'd
follow me like he was trying to study me, see what I was.
And he followed for 2 miles in the woods.
But he was straying far enough away so that I couldn't hurt
him. I had the big gun in my hand.
I could have fired at him any minute, but I know he wasn't
going to hurt me. He'd been as far from me as that
boat. I'd stop behind a tree with a
big deer gun 3O3 in my hand. You know that's powerful.
And he'd come close as that boat and he'd part the little ciders
that stand about 8 feet, part the ciders.
Just looking at me, you could see his nice, beautiful eyes.
I'd call them beautiful eyes because they were so big.
Long hair. The eyes are the first thing
you'd noticed. He'd look at me wondering what I
was, what I was doing, and then as soon as I'd move, the bushes
would go together. He'd keep parallel with me.
I was by the river coming out till I got to the road and I
didn't see him any more. The interviewer asked were you
scared? I'm telling you I was scared.
I didn't know what he was going to do.
He was supernatural or from outer space or something.
A bullet wouldn't hurt. I've even lost respect for the
gun looking at him. But I wouldn't shoot because I
thought then in my own mind that he could be half man.
I imagine he was. I had the gun in my hand and
could have shot. But I thought back about what my
uncle used to say about seeing him, which I thought then was
some way to keep me in the house in the night time.
But now I see to know it was true.
My grandfather years and years ago saw his track.
He thought it was a bear's track and they followed it from from
Bear Mountain for about four or five miles.
That was spring of the year and there was snow on the ground.
But a bear doesn't walk on his hind legs that long.
It would have to be him because his tracks were about 6 or 7
feet apart and it was like a man's foot, the course of bear.
It's too long, but no bear is going to walk on his two rear
legs four or five miles. He came out of that Big Bear
Mountain. That's the first place they
discovered his tracks. There's one part of that Big
Bear mountain I don't believe anybody can get up to.
It's a sheer Cliff. I don't think he could be up
there, but I always wanted to try to explore that area.
There were six together one night when they saw him, he was
standing in the center of the road.
They were walking down from the mine.
That's not too long ago. When he left them, he didn't
turn his back on them, just walked backwards into the woods.
They went home and got the dog to see if they could track him
down. The dog went as though it was a
human being. The dog came back out.
Now I wouldn't be scared of sleeping with him all night.
Seems like he's harmless to anyone, but he's there.
You get rabbit snares or kill a deer in the woods.
And this happened to me as often as it's It's not even funny.
I'd put the deer up so high if it was standing on your head.
I couldn't even reach it. When I came back, the deer was
gone. It's taken.
I mean, I could understand a bear taking it or a Wildcat
eating it. Something more than a plain dumb
animal. For instance, there was an old
windfall one time, me and a friend of mine one time.
To protect the deer, we got a rope and worked it out.
Worked it out till we got it way out on the end of this limb,
hauled the deer up, whoever it was came and opened the rope and
let the deer down off the tree and took the deer.
So help me. No animal could have done that.
Whoever he was, he opened those knots and took the deer, and no
person would go out that far in the woods to do that.
But it was taken and it had to be someone with a half human
brain. Then another time I was stuck up
beyond French River. There's a hill before you get to
the last farm before you start swinging right down to the
lowland Cove. That was awful rough and hard to
get out of. I went up there with the half
ton truck and the road was just the width of the wheels.
Whatever happened, I was going a little too fast and the ground
was wet and jumped over the river.
The rear wheels were off the road and I couldn't do anything
unless I could get a machine to lift her back onto the road.
I took the gun out of the truck and walked up about another mile
to Big Johnny's, a place John Simon's father over that field
hunting for deer, sitting around with the intention of later
walking back out. But I felt I was neglecting the
human race to leave my car there with people with four wheel
drives that might somehow want to get past my truck.
When it came out, there was a truck, the rear end of the truck
sitting right in the center of the road that so help me God.
True, there was nobody else up there.
There was an imprint, like a bear's imprint right behind the
car. I've got a feeling this started
way back. Maybe somebody fired at him and
then when he came to me inquisitive and I didn't fire at
him, maybe he got the idea that he wanted to help me out.
I know several times he was out in the woods looking at me.
I cut wood one day and I cut about four loads for a truck,
but my back or arms was sore and I wasn't piling it in.
It was all spread over the ground way up at my father's old
property. OK, I went home, had dinner, I
went back up and it was all piled so nicely.
Honest to God, I thought I'd shoot myself.
This is crazy. There's No 10 men could do it in
that time. I just went to meet Cove for
lunch and came back and it was piled so nice.
I could just lay it in the truck and bring it home.
That was so beautiful. Then another time I had rabbit
snares. And if the rabbit is left on the
ground overnight and you don't come, the weasels and the young
ones you know will, will eat at them, they're no good.
You don't want to eat the rabbit if the weasel is going to begin
on him. So I'd go out and all the
rabbits would be hanging and the snares sort of set.
Not like set like you'd set it, but sort of set.
There was no sense in my having to check my snares unless I
really wanted to, because they were not going to be on the
ground. People say they've seen the
devil. Well, perhaps they've seen one
of these creatures. Wow, that's really something.
They call it the Legend of Cape Breton, Nova Scotia.
Yeah, very cool. The Legend of Cape Breton, hairy
man. And this is from the 1950s, this
article. Very, very cool stuff.
We don't have as many stories from Nova Scotia, but the ones
that we do have are pretty interesting.
And it's almost like this last film that we're looking at here
had a personal relationship with these sayings.
Very, very interesting indeed. Until next time, this is UFO
warning over now.