Hello and welcome to the program UFO Warning.
In this episode, we're looking at some Bigfoot stories out of
Tennessee. You can find the originals over
at bfro.net. It's kind of fun sometimes to
look at these and just kind of retell these in the story form.
I think it's Saturday, so why not?
Also, I want to point out that I had a lot of feedback on the
Louis Elizondo story yesterday, some positive, some not so much,
but I think I finally figured it out.
Actually, one of the fanboys for Louis pointed out on YouTube
that probably what he thinks happened is while Louis was
being persecuted so badly by the Collins elite and his wife was
forced to work at Target in Home Depot and Louis was living at a
camper Down by the river. Or we think down by the river,
he thinks what happened was Louis was so destitute that he
could not afford to take his big fancy truck and pull the camper
over to the nearest camper facility and dump the black
water. That's all the sewage water out
of the toilet system from the camper.
So what he did was this fellow thinks, and it doesn't make
sense because he did agree with Ross Coulter that he was too
broke to pay rent and that he had to dig a pit for his toilet
water. This fellow Louis Elizondo fan
thinks that Louis actually dug a hole wherever they were camping
at and then just hooked a hose up to the sewage affluent out of
the camper and then dumped that in a hole.
Now, if you think that's a good idea, you and I aren't on the
same page. You can get all kinds of nasty
diseases, hepatitis and whatnot. And if you live in the country,
then you know that pretty much every state that I'm aware of
forces you to put in a fairly expensive septic system of your
own so that that water is treated and doesn't come out of
there with a bunch of diseases in it.
Anyway, interesting thoughts like the comments.
I'm amazed at how many fans that Louis has out there, him and a
lot of other celebrities. But point taken.
OK, on to this. Your first story from Tennessee
involving Bigfoot. It says it was a hot summer day
in July 2010 and I decided to take a trip to our family farm
in rural Wilson County, Tennessee along with my father,
my son and his friend. We were there to do some Bush
hogging and prepare the deer stands for the upcoming hunting
season. As we got to work, the kids
asked if they could walk down the logging Rd. to see if they
could spot any deer or Turkey. We agreed and they set off down
the path while we continued to tend the fields.
About 20 minutes passed when I noticed the children running
back toward me, out of breath and visibly shaken.
My son, grasping for air. Exclaimed.
Dad, I don't care if you believe me or not, but what we just saw
I never want to see again. His friend, who had been the 1st
to spot it, nodded, eyes wide with fear.
They recounted their encounter in detail, repeating the same
story over and over throughout the day and even the next
morning. As they were walking down the
logging Rd. my son heard loud crashing noises coming from the
woods ahead. He felt uneasy and stopped,
telling his friend he didn't want to go any further.
She, braver or perhaps just curious, continued around the
bend in the road. Moments later, she returned
quickly, pale and trembling, saying there's something huge
and black behind the tree, swaying side to side as if it's
trying to see what I am. She described how the creature
leaned out from behind the tree, observing her, seemingly
curious, not wanting to provoke it.
She turned and walked briskly back to my son, explaining what
she had seen. They decided to leave, but when
my son glanced back, he saw it too.
The creature had stepped out from behind the bin and was now
staring directly at them. It was massive, between 7 and 8
feet tall, with broad shoulders and muscular arms that rippled
beneath its dark, almost Turkey feather collared fur.
Terrified, they they sprinted to the field where I was working.
Once I heard the story, I drove to the spot they described.
The woods were eerily quiet, no tracks, no foul odor that some
say accompanies these creatures, and no signs of the encounter.
A storm was approaching so I had to head back before getting
caught in it. Later, as I sit with my sons, he
shared his thoughts. I don't think it meant us any
harm to Ed, it just seemed puzzled, like it was wondering
what we were doing here. It's true that the neighboring
farm, where men had recently been cutting hay had been quiet
for years. No hunting, no cattle.
Maybe this creature came from there.
Disturbed by the sudden activity, my son, who once loved
visiting the farm, now refuses to go back without some form of
protection. A drastic exchange from someone
who's always been an avid hunter.
His friend who was once sceptical about Bigfoot is now a
firm believer. Whatever they saw, it profoundly
affected them. Their story brought back
memories of a strange discovery I made two years ago.
I had noticed all the bamboo in front of one of our deer stands
had been taken and stacked in a teepee like structure against a
rock wall built during the Civil war.
At that time I found it odd but didn't think much of it.
Now I wonder if it was related. The experience had a lasting
impact on both children. They are only 12 years old but
mature for their age, having spent a lot of time in the
outdoors. I spoke with them separately and
their accounts were identical. They described the creature's
hair as black and glossy with hints of dark brown completely
covering its body except for parts of its face.
The skin was lighter and the eyes were large, dark and white
set. The most striking features were
its enormous muscles and a peculiar dropped expression on
the right side of its jaw, possibly from an old injury or
deformity. The encounter lasted about 20
seconds before the young girl turned and walked back to my
son. They both decided to return
while I was working, but not before looking back one last
time. To their dismay, the creature
had followed them around the bend and was now only 10 yards
away, standing near a cedar tree and watching them.
Despite the briefness of their encounter, they noticed numerous
details. My son estimated that the hair
was about 6 inches long and confirmed it was hair, not fur.
He remarked on the creature's incredible size and musculature,
which made it clear that it wasn't afraid of them, just
curious. I later spoke with an
investigator who is familiar with the area.
He found my son and his friend to be credible witnesses, noting
their mature and thoughtful responses.
Their story hasn't changed, and their fear is real.
The investigator confirmed that the surrounding area has plenty
of deer Berry patches and fresh water, making it an ideal
habitat for such a creature. It's a place where we've haunted
for nearly 15 years without any similar incidents.
But now things feel different. There's a sense of unease, as if
we've intruded on something we weren't meant to see.
Very cool sighting. Let's take a look at another one
here. In late October 1993, my brother
and I set out for a deer hunt on a large farm near Many Flats,
Tennessee. The farm bordered Boone Lake, a
reservoir created in the 1930s by the Tennessee Valley
Authority. It was a crisp fall morning, the
air still and silent as I entered the woods well before
daylight. I had scouted the area the
evening before, picking out a spot where I thought the deer
would be traveling. Armed with a single shot muzzle
loader and sprayed down with scent shield, I made my way
through a field of high grass, crossed a barbed wire fence and
climbed a Ridge. I chose the large rock
protruding from the side of the hill as my lookout point.
From there I had a clearview of a Deer Trail winding through the
woods below. The darkness slowly gave way to
dawn, and I could just make out the silhouettes of trees against
the fence line. I sat quietly, waiting when I
heard something move through the tall grass behind me.
I froze, listening. There was the distinct sound of
the barbed wire clicking, as if something heavy had crossed it,
followed by the crunching of leaves under foot.
Whatever it was, it was moving in a zigzag pattern, coming up
the hill toward me, and it drew closer.
I could make out the shape of a man.
My first thought was that another hunter had stumbled upon
my spot, but then I remembered the landowner had only given
permission to my brother and me, and no one else should be out
there. The figure continued its
approach and as it came within 6 feet of me, I realized with the
shock that it was much taller than any human I had ever seen.
I was perched on a rock about 8 feet off the ground, yet this
creature was looking me straight in the eye.
It grunted and growled in a low congested tone, like someone
struggling to breathe. I could see the outline of its
head, covered in the hair and the broad expanse of its
shoulders. There was no neck visible, just
a massive muscular torso. I coughed, trying to alert to my
presence, hoping it would back off, but it just stood there,
staring at me, breathing heavily.
I coughed again and waved my hand, feeling my heart pound in
my chest. Finally, the creature turned to
begin to walk away down the hill, swinging its arms in
exaggerated motion. I watched, stunned, as it moved
away, disappearing into the thick brush from which it had
come. I sat there, trying to process
what I had just seen. It wasn't fear that overwhelmed
me, but a profound sense of disbelief.
I had never heard of anything like this in our part of the
country. Sure, there were Native American
legends of mysterious creatures, but those were stories from the
far West, not here in Tennessee. When I returned to the truck and
shared my encounter, no one believed me, but the image of
that towering figure with his powerful arms and strange, heavy
breathing was seared into my mind.
I later learned that another person had seen a similar
creature just a mile from where I had my encounter.
Although I had detected no smell during my sighting, I was so
astonished at the time that I might not have noticed anything
else. Years later, I spoke with an
investigator familiar with such reports.
He noted that my description of the figure's exaggerated arm
swinging and the length of its arms, which seemed to hang near
its knees, was consistent with other sightings of a creature
known a Sasquatch. The creature's human like
appearance, it's loud breathing, and the way he had approached so
closely only to leave without aggression suggested that it was
as curious about me as I was about it.
To this day, I wonder what it was that I saw on that cold,
still morning. The encounter remains vivid in
my memory, a strange and inexplicable moment that left me
with more questions than answers.
It was late October 2008, around 2:30 in the morning, when I
received an unexpected call from my oldest son.
I was upstairs, lost in research on my computer, while he was
downstairs on the back porch having a quiet smoke.
His voice, usually calm and composed, was tinged with fear
and urgency. You need to get out here right
now and bring the spotlight and the shotgun, he urged.
Alarmed, I grabbed both items from my bedroom and rushed
downstairs. As soon as I stepped onto the
porch, I saw on my son's face. His eyes were wide and his
complexion pale, an expression I had rarely seen on him.
At 18, he was no stranger to the outdoors.
He had been hunting in the swamps of North Florida with me
since he was four and didn't scare easily.
I knew immediately that something significant had spoke
to him. What's going on?
I asked, trying to stay in my voice.
He pointed toward the oak tree between the two sheds in our
backyard, about 30 yards away. Point the light over there by
the tree, He instructed, his voice tight.
I aimed the spotlight but saw nothing unusual.
No, beside the oak tree, insisted.
Frustration building, I moved the light again, still finding
nothing. Exasperated, he grabbed my arm,
directing the beam of light himself.
Right there, he explained. That's when I saw a large,
upright figure partially hidden behind the oak tree.
It was using the tree as a shield, only part of its body
visible. The creature stood at an oblique
angle, its right side facing us. The tree, about 3 1/2 to four
feet in diameter, barely concealed as bulk.
My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight.
It was massive, with long, powerful arms that hung almost
to its knees and the slouched posture, knees slightly bent.
It was covered in brownish red hair, about two to three inches
long, and the face, what I could see of it, looked strangely ape
like. The image of Harry from Harry
and the Hendersons flashed in my mind.
I know it sounds odd, but that's the closest comparison I could
make. I shifted the light away from
the tree, and the creature, curious, took a half step out
from behind the trunk, peering at us.
When I swung the beam back, it quickly retreated behind the
oak, keeping itself just out of sight.
We played this game a few times, me moving the light away and it
stepping out, then ducking back in when I returned the beam.
Feeling a strange mix of fear and fascination, I turned the
spotlight off for a few seconds. Then I flipped it back on,
pointing directly at the oak tree.
This time the creature was fully visible, standing to the right
of the tree and facing us squarely.
It squinted against the light and after a moment, retreated
back into the woods, using the tree as a cover.
We heard it crashing through the brush as it disappeared into the
darkness. My son and I stood there,
shaking with adrenaline and amazement.
Finally, I managed to smile. Holy crap, dude, we just saw a
Sasquatch. I said, half laughing in
disbelief. My son grinned back, still
stunned. That was freaking awesome.
He exclaimed. We went inside, talking
excitedly about what we had seen, replaying every detail
until we were exhausted. The next morning I went outside
to search for any evidence of the nocturnal visitor.
The clay soil made tracking difficult, but I did find 2
footprints behind the oak tree, each just under 17 inches long
and about 6 1/2 inches wide across the ball of the foot.
There was another print in the leaf litter nearby, though it
wasn't clear enough to to measure.
Unfortunately, the soil was too hard for the tracks to leave
deep impressions suitable for casting.
Despite sharing our experience with a few friends and Co
workers, we were mostly met with skepticism, but my son and I
knew what we had seen. It wasn't the first strange
occurrence that at that property either.
Earlier that summer we had all heard unexplained wood knock
sounds coming from the woods behind the house before we
eventually moved away. We continued to notice odd
things around the property, though we never had another
direct encounter like that night.
As I recall the event now, I can still picture the creature
standing there, cautiously watching us from behind the oak
tree. It seemed more curious than
threatening, like it was simply observing us.
Looking back, I'm convinced that what we encountered was a
Sasquatch. It was an experience neither of
us will ever forget. What a cool story.
Let's take a look at this next one.
On December 17th, 1997, a cold winter night near Gatlinburg,
TN, I found myself facing an inexperience that would remain
vivid in my memory for years to come.
It all began when my friend invited me to a secluded spot in
the Smoky Mountains, promising a spectacular view under the full
moon. We drove along a Park Rd. that
wound through the dense forest, the fresh snow blanketing the
landscape and adding to the ethereal beauty of the night.
We eventually arrived at a clearing with a deforested area
on the right, the ground sloping at a 45° angle.
The road hugged the mountain's edge, offering a breathtaking
view, and we decided to park at a small landing cut in the
mountain. We had been there for about an
hour, talking and enjoying the peaceful surroundings.
The cab of my truck had gotten cold, so I started the engine
and turned on the heater. As the windshield defrosted, my
friend noticed something on the road ahead.
There, illuminated by the moonlight, was a massive, wild
boar, its thick body rooted in the snow as it searched for
food. We watched in awe, regretting
not having a rifle or bow with us.
Seeing such a creature at this distance was a rare opportunity.
For about 10 minutes, we observed the boar as it rummaged
through the snow, seemingly unaware of our presence.
Suddenly, it froze, lifted its head, and then bolted across the
road and up the steep slope. It was as if it had sensed
something dangerous in the air. My friend and I exchanged puzzle
glances, wondering what could have frightened the boar so
abruptly. We speculated, Perhaps a black
bear. But the silence that followed
was unsettling. After a few minutes, my friend
leaned forward, pointing out the windshield toward the tree line.
Look over there, she whispered. At first, it was hard to
distinguish what we were seeing. Against the backdrop of trees, a
dark shape moved with a slow, deliberate gait.
It was upright, and as it stepped out of the woods and
into the clearing, my mind raced to make sense of what I was
seeing. This was no bear.
The creature moved with a fluid grace, its long arms swinging at
its sides as it crossed the snowy ground.
I watched, disbelief creeping over me, as I realized it was
walking on two legs. Bears do not walk that way for
more than a few steps unless provoked, and even then their
movements are awkward and labored.
This figure moved with purpose, and it was heading toward the
spot where the boar had been foraging.
My friend and I set frozen, staring at the silhouette of
this creature. The full moon was behind it,
casting a faint glow around its form.
I could see the outline of its broad shoulders and the muscular
build, but the details were obscured in the darkness.
I reached over and flipped on the truck's headlights and then
the high beams. What we saw next is etched in my
memory forever. The figure stood tall, easily 8
to 8 1/2 feet tall, with powerful muscular shoulders and
tapered torso. Its body was covered in thick,
matted hair, and steam rose from its breath in the cold night
air. It raised its left arm to shield
its face from the blinding light, revealing long fingers
and a thumb. For a moment, it stood there,
seemingly confused, as if trying to understand what was
happening. I stared at his face, trying to
make out its features. Its eyes glowed in eerie amber
red, and I could see the furrowed brow and wide nose,
giving it an almost human like appearance.
It squinted against a glare of the headlights, swaying its head
back and forth as if attempting to get a better look at us.
We were locked in a strange stalemate, I in disbelief in it,
seemingly puzzled by our presence.
As I continued to watch, its expression changed.
The confusion gave way to a look of irritation, its brow knitting
together in a fierce scowl. It grunted, and a plume of hot
breath erupted from its mouth, turning to mist in the cold air.
It took a step forward and I panicked, laying on the horn.
The sound seemed to startle it, and its entire body shattered.
It turned abruptly and in just a few powerful strides crossed the
road and disappeared up the mountain, using a small sapling
to propel itself up the slope and out of sight.
I sat there, heart pounding, my mind racing to process what I
had just witnessed. I turned to my friend, her eyes
wide and her face pale. She was shaking, and when I
reached out to touch her arm, she recoiled in fear.
It was then that I noticed she had wet her jeans.
This was a woman who had grown up in the mountains, a season
hunter, an outdoors woman who knew how to handle herself in
the wild. For her to be this terrified
spoke volumes about what we had seen.
She barely spoke a word as I drove home.
The truck filled with a fallow odor that I hadn't noticed
before. An overwhelming stench of urine,
sweat, and something else. Something primal.
It was nauseating, and it took miles with the windows down to
clear the smell out of the cab. The next day, armed with my
rifle, I returned to the spot I found the sapling the creature
had grabbed, broken out of space and faint divots in the snow
where he had walked, but nothing more.
I spent hours searching, hoping for some evidence, but all I
left with were memories and questions.
For years I kept this story to myself, too afraid of what
others might think. I was a seasoned hunter, a
former Marine, and not one to be easily shaken.
But that night, in the stillness of the mountains, I had seen
something that defied explanation.
It wasn't until I met someone who had an experience of a
similar encounter that I felt compelled to share my story.
Even now, I can still see those eyes glowing like embers in the
dark, staring back at me from the shadows of the forest.
What a great story. We'll do a couple more here and
we'll wrap this up. It was a chilly late afternoon
in the winter of 1979 when my brother and I found ourselves
deep in the woods behind our families tobacco farm in
Robertson County, Tennessee. The sky was beginning to dim as
we played by the stream that wound its way through the
valley. We had spent hours collecting
rocks, carefully stacking them to build a dam, a future
swimming hole for the next summer.
I remember feeling an odd unease that day, a persistent gut
feeling that something wasn't quite right.
I mentioned it to my brother, but we continued our work,
trying to shrug off the growing tension.
Then, as I leaped across the stream with a large rock in
hand, the sharp crack of a breaking stick echoed through
the stillness. I looked down, expecting to see
a branch under foot, but there it was.
Only leaves and mud. I glanced over at my brother,
who stood several feet away. He wasn't near any deadfall.
A cold shiver ran down my spine. Something was wrong.
Let's get out of here. I told him, my voice unsteady.
He didn't argue, he felt it too. We quickly gathered our things.
I retrieved my BB rifle from where we'd left our weapons
stashed against a tree. Though it was just action air
rifle, it offered a small sense of security.
We headed toward the four foot wire fence that marked the edge
of our property, the hairs on the back of our neck standing on
in. I climbed over the fence first,
using the low hanging tree branches to steady myself as I
turned to retrieve my BB gun from the other side.
I froze. There, just a few yards away,
crouched behind an old gnarled tree, was a massive, black,
hairy figure. It was staring right at me with
enormous, dark eyes. My heart stopped for a moment.
I couldn't move, couldn't breathe.
The creature was enormous, its hulking form barely concealed by
the tree. Fear surged through me.
I screamed my brother's name, my voice crackling with terror.
I dropped to my knees, frantically pumping my BB gun.
I didn't know what I planned to do, maybe shoot it in the eyes
if it made a move, but I was too scared to think straight.
My brother, still on the other side of the fence, looked at me
in confusion. His face turned pale as he took
in my panicked expression. What's wrong with her?
He would later recall thinking. Then he saw the creature, now
fully standing, stepped out from behind the tree.
It was enormous, towering over the underbrush.
Its muscular body covered the thick black hair.
My brother's face turned ashen, and he instinctively fired his
BB pistol, though he knew it would do a little good.
And one frantic leap, he cleared the fence.
Despite wearing multiple layers of long underwear and jeans, I
had already reached the clearing, my BB rifle clutched
tightly in my trembling hands. My eyes were fixed on the tree
line, desperately searching for any sign of my brother.
My heart raced as I screamed his name, fearing he had been caught
by the creature. Relief washed over me when I saw
his Hunter's orange sock cap bobbing through the trees.
He was running towards me, his face pale with terror.
He shouted that he had heard it chasing him, but thankfully it
had stopped at the edge of the woods.
We didn't stop running until we burst through the door of our
farmhouse, gasping for breath and spilling over each other in
a heap. Our aunt and cousin looked at us
in shock, their faces turning to uneasy smiles as we babbled out
our story. They tried to laugh it off, but
there was a nervous edge to their voices.
Finally, our aunt's expression turned serious.
She told us that strange sightings had happened to those
woods for years, sightings and unexplained occurrences that no
one liked to talk about. She recounted a story from her
childhood of a man who had disappeared from a bridge just
downstream from where he had been that day.
His tractor was found overturned in the Creek, but the man was
never seen again. The story sent a fresh wave of
chills down my spine. As we sat in the warmth of the
farmhouse, our hands still shaking, I knew that what we had
seen was real. It wasn't a figment of our
imagination or trick of the fading light.
It was something else, something that still haunts my memories
from that cold winter evening on our family farm.
Wow, that's really impressive. We'll do one last one here.
Here's our last story. It says it was a warm summer
night in August 2002 in the remote and wooded region of
Carter County, Tennessee, near the small town of Elizabethtown.
The area, nestled in the northeastern corner of the
state, was known for its quiet and serene environment.
Was State Highway 91 winding through the Stony Creek section,
surrounded by dense forest and open fields?
On the late July morning, the witness's wife was driving to
work when she noticed a dark, tall figure standing by the side
of the road near a Creek. Concerned, she slowed down,
thinking it might be someone in need of help.
However, as she approached, the figure swiftly crossed the road
and leaped onto a dirt bank, disappearing into the woods.
A couple of days later, in the same spot, she saw a similar
figure with glowing reddish eyes, but it quickly retreated
into the trees before she could get a closer look.
Then, on August 1st, at around 3:00 AM, the witness himself had
a bizarre encounter. He had stepped outside to let
his dogs out, but while his mill dog cautiously stayed on the
porch, growling softly, his female dog refused to leave the
house. Curious, the man scanned the
field adjacent to his home. In the dim light of a partial
moon, he noticed a large figure crouching in the tobacco field
is seen to be watching him, its broad back covered in reddish
brown fur. Suddenly it made a strange
chuffing noise, a sound somewhere between a growl and a
Deep Throat clearing. A moment later, he spotted
another, smaller figure moving toward a shadowy area between a
barn and the road behind his house.
The scene grew more unnerving as other eerie noises echoed
through the quiet night. There were multiple chuffing
sounds, this time coming from the Creek across the road.
The larger creature in the field responded, and the two seemed to
be communicating. The dogs in the neighborhood
began to bark frantically, as if sensing something menacing in
the air. The figure in the field finally
began to move away, merging into the shadows of the tree line
while a disturbing cry like that of a small injured animal
pierced the night. The next morning, the witness
inspected the field where he had seen the creatures.
He found large trampled areas in the grass and trails leading to
the places where he had heard the noises.
It seemed like something had indeed moved through the area,
leaving no clear footprints, but enough signs to indicate the
measure of something heavy and large.
He was also struck by the impression that whatever he had
encountered was not alone and that they were communicating in
some strange, almost intelligent manner.
A week later, on August 8th, the witness and his wife met with a
friend and took him to the location of the sightings.
As they stood at the edge of the field, talking in the fading
evening light, a chilling scream echoed from the mountains.
It was a sound that none of them had ever heard before, unnatural
and haunting. They noticed large depressions
in the grass near a round bill of hay across from the mobile
home. It seemed like something huge
had been standing there, watching the house.
The witness showed them the tree near the Creek that had been
violently shaking the night of his encounter, as if someone
enormous was trying to climb it. Throughout the night, they felt
a growing unease. There was an eerie stillness in
the air. The usual chorus of crickets and
other night insects was absent, replaced only by the distant
barking of nervous dogs. The couple, both professionals
and respected members of their community, were convinced that
they had witnessed something beyond the ordinary.
They planned to spend the night on the porch of the mobile home
in the coming weeks, hoping to catch another glimpse of
whatever had disturbed their peaceful corner of the world.
Wow, these things are out there. It seems like Tennessee has a
lot of them, a lot of these up close and personal sightings.
Until next time, this is UFO warning over and out.