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Speaker 1 (00:06):
I lived in rural Oklahoma now for about thirteen years,
and I've loved every minute of it. It's beautiful country.
From twenty twelve to twenty fifteen, I lived in an
area with long creeks and high cliffs where I assume
there must have been a lot of caves. The first
day that my father and I moved into our house,
(00:26):
we were greeted by Ferdinand. He was a gorgeous big
black hound dog who had been living there by himself
for a year. Since he seemed so healthy and well fed,
we asked the neighbors if they'd been feeding him and
taking care of him, but they said they hadn't, so
we figured Ferdinand must be a good hunter and was
(00:47):
staying fit on a diet of rabbits and other small game.
We went about doing our renovating, and we eventually moved
into the house, and Ferdinand hung out and kept watch
over our activities. Two days after we finally got moved in,
my son got up to go to work and discovered
the front half of a baby deer that looked to
(01:09):
be no more than two weeks old, lying in the driveway.
Now we're country people, and we understand the animals in
the area and how the different predators act. So we
went through the various scenarios trying to figure out what
predator would have done this to this fawn. It couldn't
have been a big cat because they usually eat part
(01:30):
of their prey and take it somewhere offen up a tree.
They go for the back of the neck and they
leave claw marks. Plus there would have been a gut trail,
but there were no claw marks, no gut trail. There
were no bike marks, no paw prints, and no drag marks.
This deer looked like it had been ripped in half, disemboweled,
(01:51):
and thrown into our yard forty or fifty feet from
the road. It was five am when my son discovered
the phone, and he came straight back inside and told
me about it, and we went out to inspect it.
My dogs came with me, but they wanted nothing to
do with the carcass. They wouldn't touch it or even
(02:12):
go near it, and it was creepy the way they
were acting. What was even more disconcerting was how Ferdinand
walked right over to it and dragged it up under
a tree and he started eating it. Later I found
other bones buried in the pine needles under the tree,
and apparently something had been feeding Ferdinand all along. Two
(02:35):
weeks after we found the phone, my neighbor and dear
friend who lived up the road from us, found another
half of the baby deer in a ditch about a
mile and a half from our house. I guess it
was just a coincidence. Within a couple of weeks of
us living there, my dogs began to acclimate Ferdinand's lifestyle.
(02:55):
Each morning, I'd let them out when Ferdinand started whining
for them. When they'd go outside, their hair would stand
up on their backs, and they would start barking and
acting nervous. After a few minutes, they changed their demeanor completely.
They'd wag their tails and they'd take off under run.
I wouldn't see them again until three or four in
(03:16):
the afternoon. They always came home smelling like they'd been
in a lion's den, but with an underlying metallic odor.
This went on for the duration of the two and
a half years we lived there. When my father and
I moved into that house in June of twenty twelve,
it had been sitting empty for a year. Immediately after
(03:39):
we moved in, we began to notice little things. For example,
things would be moved in the yard. They were random things,
but they were large. There were some old farming implements
that had been sitting out there that we'd been cleaning around,
and I came around one morning and found them stacked oddly,
just stack. We had glass lighting doors in one bedroom
(04:03):
off the living room. The doors were visible from the
living room, and we often saw very large, very tall
silhouettes cross those doors at night. My dog's hackles would
always go up, and they'd growl a little before quickly
settling down and going back to acting normal. I really
do think my dogs were friends with these beings. One night,
(04:27):
I was on my back porch with my father. The
dryer wasn't working, so I was hanging out laundry on
a temporary line stretched across a semi wraparound porch. We'd
been out there for about an hour, just talking and
visiting in our normal voices, when my dad excused himself
to go inside. Only seconds after he left, something knocked
(04:50):
with a huge object against one of the dead trees
in our backyard. It was an old dead elm tree
that stood thirty feet from the house and was probably
sick txty feet tall, sounded like it was being hit
by another large log. There were three knocks, followed by
a call that sounded like something between a man, a bear,
(05:11):
and a wolf. I can't explain it. That was immediately
answered by three more knocks from the other side of
the yard and another call that sounded like a female
or maybe a younger version of the first call. There's
a huge raspberry patch that stretches along the outside of
my yard's fence. The patch is several feet wide and
(05:33):
at least ninety feet long. These trees were right up
in the middle of this patch. The hair was standing
up on the back of my neck like never before.
It wouldn't be the last time. About a month after
that incident, a friend and I were out rabbit hunting
on some land we'd been given access to a quarter
mile north of my house. We were also scouting the
(05:57):
area for signs of deer for later that year. He
was on a four wheeler and I was on foot.
We were communicating via walkie talkie through my binoculars. I
watched as he made his way across the field in
front of us. He crossed the creek and headed up
onto the ridge. Just before six that evening, as the
(06:19):
sun was beginning to touch the horizon, we heard knocking.
It started behind him on the left side of the hill.
It was answered by a second knock from the right side,
a little further down and a little closer to him.
He kicked the four wheeler into gear and started down
the hillside, still scouring the ground for deer tracks, and
(06:41):
then a second wave of knocking came. He abandoned his
search for deer tracks and concentrated on moving down off
that ridge. It continued for fifteen minutes as he worked
his way down the hillside and across the creek and
back through the field toward me. Every time he stopped,
the knocking would resume on both sides of him. It
(07:05):
kept up until we reached the gate that opened onto
the road. We didn't stick around. We were obviously in
their territory and they didn't want us there. My friend
eventually went back there to hunt with his dad a
couple of times, but they didn't have any luck. There
was no gain in the area. I've shared this with
(07:31):
friends and authorities in my area, and I was met
with laughter or sarcasm. So I'm sharing with you to
see if anyone has experienced something similar. I will start
off by saying I live in the UK. Watching your videos,
it is apparent that there are not a lot of
bigfoot encounters from the UK. I'm from the West Midlands
(07:52):
area and I have rarely heard of similar sightings. I
work as a family social worker and I specialize in
families who were homeless and have difficulties with mental health.
While studying. Near the end of my university degree, I
asked to have an assignment where I would live a
(08:12):
period of eighteen months in homelessness in order to further
my career and knowledge. It was during this year that
I had my encounter. It started off with leaving technology
and luxuries behind me and had a meeting with family
and professionals. Before leaving. I went to the large forest
(08:33):
area and was not so local to my area as
it was further away from society. I would venture most
days into a nearby village and look for odds and
ends chores that I could do for people to earn
some sort of scrap or charge of food. I tried
to do the best that I could for what little
I had. I had heard of some weird sightings of
(08:56):
what was a bear which are not wilder native than
the United Cass Kingdom or a community of homeless people
around the forest, but nothing solid, and I had not
experienced anything myself. I managed to get some stuff together
from the money that I had been given for mowing
a lawn. I bought a large piece of tarp in
some bits of what I assumed was a ripped gazebo
(09:19):
and had fashioned this into a makeshift tent. I made
a shower out of a bucket with holes that I
poked in the bottom. It had been a few months
of living in the forest and I was going through
a normal day to day routine of fetching water from
a nearby brook and hanging it in a tree to shower,
and then I noticed a dead badger. The body was
(09:43):
fresh and clean and it had no wounds, so I
took the opportunity to take it back to my tent
and prepare it for a meal. Badgers have been known
to be vicious and aggressive, but this is the first
of any badgers that I had ever seen. After a
few days, I noticed something else weird. While I was
walking to the brook. There was a rabbit carcass in
(10:05):
some apples from what looked like to be from an
apple tree not far from my tent. They weren't very
nice though. The weird thing was this happened for a
few weeks, and the food or the animals were always
in the same spot, around twenty feet from my camp.
A few weeks passed and I began to feel that
this was rather odd, and I was unsure if I
(10:28):
was being watched. I made my way to the brook
to collect some water and get ready to make my
way to the village. I walked out past the spot
where I had usually found these items, and there was
nothing there, so I moved on and thought nothing of it.
I could hear the wildlife around me, and nothing seemed
out of the ordinary. I hoisted the bucket of water
(10:50):
onto my shoulder and I walked back to the tent.
I was approaching the small clearing where my camp was
when I noticed it. There was a large figure crouched
near a small tree a little ways past my destination.
I'm six foot tall and I weighed sixteen stone, and
I could see this thing was just going to be
(11:11):
a towering mass over me. I tried not to acknowledge
it and ignore it as I carried on doing my business.
I left the bucket of water by the fire to
warm up while I prepared some food. It wasn't much,
but it was what I had left over from some
fish and bread, and I had a few carrots. I
(11:31):
noticed the beings standing up straight and slowly take a
few steps toward me. As big as this thing was,
I did not feel a threat at all. It looked
like a bigfoot, but not one that I had heard
described before. It had hair covering most of its body,
but was rather thin around its arms. Its chest was bare,
(11:54):
and its face was clear. It had dark brown hair,
small gray patches scattered all over its body. It was
holding what looked like a bunch of blackberries and some
wild garlic. Not a normal lunch that I would have,
but I'm not going to argue with a big foot.
It took around forty minutes of me dosing around the
(12:15):
camp for this thing to get within a couple of
yards of me. It placed the food on the ground
and it stepped back. I had no idea what to do.
I sat down on the camp chair and I began
to eat. I picked up the berries in the garlic
and I put them in my lap. I ripped the
garlic leaves into shreds and put them in my fish sandwich.
(12:37):
It was then I decided to gesture to the creature
to take a sandwich as a thanks for bringing me
some food. It came over to me and it slowly
reached out with its huge hand. It looked like it
was missing the tip of its index finger. As it
took it out of my hand, it let out a
sharp but powerful grunt, and then it quickly walked away.
(13:00):
After about ten feet, it stopped and it sat down
on an old rotten log and it ate the sandwich.
I've got to be honest. When it came over to me,
I have never been more terrified in my life. But
it remained calm and gentle the whole time. During this
little session of what seemed like forever, I had a
(13:21):
closer look at it. Its hair or its fur, was brown,
with a large black patch covering its back and gray
speckle patches all over. It was muscular and had an
odd but not two potents smell. Its face was almost
Neanderthal looking, but with some ape like features. It had
(13:42):
a protruding bottom lip, and as it opened its mouth
to take a bite, I could see very pronounced canine teeth.
Its ears were large but almost flushed to its head,
and this animal must have been eight foot tall and
weighed almost double what I weighed. It was incredible. I
now assumed that it was a male after watching your videos,
(14:05):
and I've heard people describe what we're breast on female bigfoots,
and I thought to myself, I can't believe that I'm
seeing I think this is a bigfoot man. I did
not know what to do. Its arms and hands were
covered in small scars and scratches which looked like cat
or dog marks, but I wasn't sure. After it finished
(14:28):
the food, it stared at me for a while, and
then it stood up. I carried on what I was doing,
and I hung the bucket of warm water in the tree,
and I got ready to shower. As I looked around
over my shoulder, the creature had gone. This was the
last time that I saw it. I carried on living
(14:48):
homeless for the remainder of that eighteen months and didn't
come across the creature again. I didn't feel scared or
worried or threatened. In fact, it gave me a sense
of safety. It left me food every so often in
the spot and I in return left a sandwich sometimes
made with some of the things that left me, just
(15:08):
to show my appreciation. A few months had passed and
I still hadn't seen the animal again in the flesh,
but it felt it around me. I had at this
point planted some potatoes in a patch nearby, and today
was a day that I would harvest them. I was
rummaging through the ground digging up the potatoes when I
(15:30):
heard a grunt. I looked up and I saw a bore.
Boar are known in the local area and wildernesses, and
they're not friendly. This thing grunted and scraped its hoof
against the ground very aggressively. I grabbed the trowel next
to me, even though this boar wouldn't even feel it
if I poked it, and it charged me. And then
(15:52):
the worst happened. It lowered its head and it charged.
My heart stopped and I lost my breath as a loud, deep,
howling roar echoed from a distance. It was so deep
the echo reverberated off the trees. The boar suddenly skidded
along the ground, almost falling, before squealing and then running off.
(16:15):
My body just emptied of sweat, thankfully, this is the
most dangerous thing that I felt like I encountered, and
thank god the big guy was nearby. I've spoken to
people about this and almost no one takes me seriously. However,
I know what I saw. I always use this experience
(16:35):
in my professional life by quoting there are always forces
in the universe that will help you if you need
it or even don't expect it. Just be kind to
give back when you can. I haven't heard anything described
quite like this and was wondering if there are variations
of what we know is Bigfoot that are different in
(16:56):
different regions.
I lived in rural Oklahoma now for about thirteen years,
and I've loved every minute of it. It's beautiful country.
From twenty twelve to twenty fifteen, I lived in an
area with long creeks and high cliffs where I assume
there must have been a lot of caves. The first
day that my father and I moved into our house,
(00:26):
we were greeted by Ferdinand. He was a gorgeous big
black hound dog who had been living there by himself
for a year. Since he seemed so healthy and well fed,
we asked the neighbors if they'd been feeding him and
taking care of him, but they said they hadn't, so
we figured Ferdinand must be a good hunter and was
(00:47):
staying fit on a diet of rabbits and other small game.
We went about doing our renovating, and we eventually moved
into the house, and Ferdinand hung out and kept watch
over our activities. Two days after we finally got moved in,
my son got up to go to work and discovered
the front half of a baby deer that looked to
(01:09):
be no more than two weeks old, lying in the driveway.
Now we're country people, and we understand the animals in
the area and how the different predators act. So we
went through the various scenarios trying to figure out what
predator would have done this to this fawn. It couldn't
have been a big cat because they usually eat part
(01:30):
of their prey and take it somewhere offen up a tree.
They go for the back of the neck and they
leave claw marks. Plus there would have been a gut trail,
but there were no claw marks, no gut trail. There
were no bike marks, no paw prints, and no drag marks.
This deer looked like it had been ripped in half, disemboweled,
(01:51):
and thrown into our yard forty or fifty feet from
the road. It was five am when my son discovered
the phone, and he came straight back inside and told
me about it, and we went out to inspect it.
My dogs came with me, but they wanted nothing to
do with the carcass. They wouldn't touch it or even
(02:12):
go near it, and it was creepy the way they
were acting. What was even more disconcerting was how Ferdinand
walked right over to it and dragged it up under
a tree and he started eating it. Later I found
other bones buried in the pine needles under the tree,
and apparently something had been feeding Ferdinand all along. Two
(02:35):
weeks after we found the phone, my neighbor and dear
friend who lived up the road from us, found another
half of the baby deer in a ditch about a
mile and a half from our house. I guess it
was just a coincidence. Within a couple of weeks of
us living there, my dogs began to acclimate Ferdinand's lifestyle.
(02:55):
Each morning, I'd let them out when Ferdinand started whining
for them. When they'd go outside, their hair would stand
up on their backs, and they would start barking and
acting nervous. After a few minutes, they changed their demeanor completely.
They'd wag their tails and they'd take off under run.
I wouldn't see them again until three or four in
(03:16):
the afternoon. They always came home smelling like they'd been
in a lion's den, but with an underlying metallic odor.
This went on for the duration of the two and
a half years we lived there. When my father and
I moved into that house in June of twenty twelve,
it had been sitting empty for a year. Immediately after
(03:39):
we moved in, we began to notice little things. For example,
things would be moved in the yard. They were random things,
but they were large. There were some old farming implements
that had been sitting out there that we'd been cleaning around,
and I came around one morning and found them stacked oddly,
just stack. We had glass lighting doors in one bedroom
(04:03):
off the living room. The doors were visible from the
living room, and we often saw very large, very tall
silhouettes cross those doors at night. My dog's hackles would
always go up, and they'd growl a little before quickly
settling down and going back to acting normal. I really
do think my dogs were friends with these beings. One night,
(04:27):
I was on my back porch with my father. The
dryer wasn't working, so I was hanging out laundry on
a temporary line stretched across a semi wraparound porch. We'd
been out there for about an hour, just talking and
visiting in our normal voices, when my dad excused himself
to go inside. Only seconds after he left, something knocked
(04:50):
with a huge object against one of the dead trees
in our backyard. It was an old dead elm tree
that stood thirty feet from the house and was probably
sick txty feet tall, sounded like it was being hit
by another large log. There were three knocks, followed by
a call that sounded like something between a man, a bear,
(05:11):
and a wolf. I can't explain it. That was immediately
answered by three more knocks from the other side of
the yard and another call that sounded like a female
or maybe a younger version of the first call. There's
a huge raspberry patch that stretches along the outside of
my yard's fence. The patch is several feet wide and
(05:33):
at least ninety feet long. These trees were right up
in the middle of this patch. The hair was standing
up on the back of my neck like never before.
It wouldn't be the last time. About a month after
that incident, a friend and I were out rabbit hunting
on some land we'd been given access to a quarter
mile north of my house. We were also scouting the
(05:57):
area for signs of deer for later that year. He
was on a four wheeler and I was on foot.
We were communicating via walkie talkie through my binoculars. I
watched as he made his way across the field in
front of us. He crossed the creek and headed up
onto the ridge. Just before six that evening, as the
(06:19):
sun was beginning to touch the horizon, we heard knocking.
It started behind him on the left side of the hill.
It was answered by a second knock from the right side,
a little further down and a little closer to him.
He kicked the four wheeler into gear and started down
the hillside, still scouring the ground for deer tracks, and
(06:41):
then a second wave of knocking came. He abandoned his
search for deer tracks and concentrated on moving down off
that ridge. It continued for fifteen minutes as he worked
his way down the hillside and across the creek and
back through the field toward me. Every time he stopped,
the knocking would resume on both sides of him. It
(07:05):
kept up until we reached the gate that opened onto
the road. We didn't stick around. We were obviously in
their territory and they didn't want us there. My friend
eventually went back there to hunt with his dad a
couple of times, but they didn't have any luck. There
was no gain in the area. I've shared this with
(07:31):
friends and authorities in my area, and I was met
with laughter or sarcasm. So I'm sharing with you to
see if anyone has experienced something similar. I will start
off by saying I live in the UK. Watching your videos,
it is apparent that there are not a lot of
bigfoot encounters from the UK. I'm from the West Midlands
(07:52):
area and I have rarely heard of similar sightings. I
work as a family social worker and I specialize in
families who were homeless and have difficulties with mental health.
While studying. Near the end of my university degree, I
asked to have an assignment where I would live a
(08:12):
period of eighteen months in homelessness in order to further
my career and knowledge. It was during this year that
I had my encounter. It started off with leaving technology
and luxuries behind me and had a meeting with family
and professionals. Before leaving. I went to the large forest
(08:33):
area and was not so local to my area as
it was further away from society. I would venture most
days into a nearby village and look for odds and
ends chores that I could do for people to earn
some sort of scrap or charge of food. I tried
to do the best that I could for what little
I had. I had heard of some weird sightings of
(08:56):
what was a bear which are not wilder native than
the United Cass Kingdom or a community of homeless people
around the forest, but nothing solid, and I had not
experienced anything myself. I managed to get some stuff together
from the money that I had been given for mowing
a lawn. I bought a large piece of tarp in
some bits of what I assumed was a ripped gazebo
(09:19):
and had fashioned this into a makeshift tent. I made
a shower out of a bucket with holes that I
poked in the bottom. It had been a few months
of living in the forest and I was going through
a normal day to day routine of fetching water from
a nearby brook and hanging it in a tree to shower,
and then I noticed a dead badger. The body was
(09:43):
fresh and clean and it had no wounds, so I
took the opportunity to take it back to my tent
and prepare it for a meal. Badgers have been known
to be vicious and aggressive, but this is the first
of any badgers that I had ever seen. After a
few days, I noticed something else weird. While I was
walking to the brook. There was a rabbit carcass in
(10:05):
some apples from what looked like to be from an
apple tree not far from my tent. They weren't very
nice though. The weird thing was this happened for a
few weeks, and the food or the animals were always
in the same spot, around twenty feet from my camp.
A few weeks passed and I began to feel that
this was rather odd, and I was unsure if I
(10:28):
was being watched. I made my way to the brook
to collect some water and get ready to make my
way to the village. I walked out past the spot
where I had usually found these items, and there was
nothing there, so I moved on and thought nothing of it.
I could hear the wildlife around me, and nothing seemed
out of the ordinary. I hoisted the bucket of water
(10:50):
onto my shoulder and I walked back to the tent.
I was approaching the small clearing where my camp was
when I noticed it. There was a large figure crouched
near a small tree a little ways past my destination.
I'm six foot tall and I weighed sixteen stone, and
I could see this thing was just going to be
(11:11):
a towering mass over me. I tried not to acknowledge
it and ignore it as I carried on doing my business.
I left the bucket of water by the fire to
warm up while I prepared some food. It wasn't much,
but it was what I had left over from some
fish and bread, and I had a few carrots. I
(11:31):
noticed the beings standing up straight and slowly take a
few steps toward me. As big as this thing was,
I did not feel a threat at all. It looked
like a bigfoot, but not one that I had heard
described before. It had hair covering most of its body,
but was rather thin around its arms. Its chest was bare,
(11:54):
and its face was clear. It had dark brown hair,
small gray patches scattered all over its body. It was
holding what looked like a bunch of blackberries and some
wild garlic. Not a normal lunch that I would have,
but I'm not going to argue with a big foot.
It took around forty minutes of me dosing around the
(12:15):
camp for this thing to get within a couple of
yards of me. It placed the food on the ground
and it stepped back. I had no idea what to do.
I sat down on the camp chair and I began
to eat. I picked up the berries in the garlic
and I put them in my lap. I ripped the
garlic leaves into shreds and put them in my fish sandwich.
(12:37):
It was then I decided to gesture to the creature
to take a sandwich as a thanks for bringing me
some food. It came over to me and it slowly
reached out with its huge hand. It looked like it
was missing the tip of its index finger. As it
took it out of my hand, it let out a
sharp but powerful grunt, and then it quickly walked away.
(13:00):
After about ten feet, it stopped and it sat down
on an old rotten log and it ate the sandwich.
I've got to be honest. When it came over to me,
I have never been more terrified in my life. But
it remained calm and gentle the whole time. During this
little session of what seemed like forever, I had a
(13:21):
closer look at it. Its hair or its fur, was brown,
with a large black patch covering its back and gray
speckle patches all over. It was muscular and had an
odd but not two potents smell. Its face was almost
Neanderthal looking, but with some ape like features. It had
(13:42):
a protruding bottom lip, and as it opened its mouth
to take a bite, I could see very pronounced canine teeth.
Its ears were large but almost flushed to its head,
and this animal must have been eight foot tall and
weighed almost double what I weighed. It was incredible. I
now assumed that it was a male after watching your videos,
(14:05):
and I've heard people describe what we're breast on female bigfoots,
and I thought to myself, I can't believe that I'm
seeing I think this is a bigfoot man. I did
not know what to do. Its arms and hands were
covered in small scars and scratches which looked like cat
or dog marks, but I wasn't sure. After it finished
(14:28):
the food, it stared at me for a while, and
then it stood up. I carried on what I was doing,
and I hung the bucket of warm water in the tree,
and I got ready to shower. As I looked around
over my shoulder, the creature had gone. This was the
last time that I saw it. I carried on living
(14:48):
homeless for the remainder of that eighteen months and didn't
come across the creature again. I didn't feel scared or
worried or threatened. In fact, it gave me a sense
of safety. It left me food every so often in
the spot and I in return left a sandwich sometimes
made with some of the things that left me, just
(15:08):
to show my appreciation. A few months had passed and
I still hadn't seen the animal again in the flesh,
but it felt it around me. I had at this
point planted some potatoes in a patch nearby, and today
was a day that I would harvest them. I was
rummaging through the ground digging up the potatoes when I
(15:30):
heard a grunt. I looked up and I saw a bore.
Boar are known in the local area and wildernesses, and
they're not friendly. This thing grunted and scraped its hoof
against the ground very aggressively. I grabbed the trowel next
to me, even though this boar wouldn't even feel it
if I poked it, and it charged me. And then
(15:52):
the worst happened. It lowered its head and it charged.
My heart stopped and I lost my breath as a loud, deep,
howling roar echoed from a distance. It was so deep
the echo reverberated off the trees. The boar suddenly skidded
along the ground, almost falling, before squealing and then running off.
(16:15):
My body just emptied of sweat, thankfully, this is the
most dangerous thing that I felt like I encountered, and
thank god the big guy was nearby. I've spoken to
people about this and almost no one takes me seriously. However,
I know what I saw. I always use this experience
(16:35):
in my professional life by quoting there are always forces
in the universe that will help you if you need
it or even don't expect it. Just be kind to
give back when you can. I haven't heard anything described
quite like this and was wondering if there are variations
of what we know is Bigfoot that are different in
(16:56):
different regions.
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