April 9, 2025 • 40 mins
On this episode of Paranormal Odyssey, Wayne says goodbye to Paranormal Odyssey, and drops some very big and exciting news! There are changes coming to the program, and we are very excited for the future. After the news, Wayne and Tiffany share three encounters of Bigfoot sightings and experiences. You do not want to miss this one!
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hey, what's going on everybody. It's Wayne. Wanted to talk
to you guys a little bit before we get started
about something exciting that we're getting ready to do here
at Paranormal World Productions. You guys, the ones that have
been following me from the beginning, from the very beginning,
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since before Paranormal Odyssey. You will, guys all know that
I am first and foremost a bigfoot guy, and I
always will be. I've been doing Paranormal Odyssey for a
couple of years now, and we have listened to all
of the requests from everyone out there, most everyone out
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there that knows me from before, and most of the
new ones. They all seem to want more Bigfoot. So
what we are going to do. We've been throwing this
idea around for a while now. Brian and I first
started talking about it about a year ago, but I
finally decided to make the move about a month or
so ago, and we're going to do some rebranding moving forward.
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From this point on, the show will not be Paranormal
Odyssey anymore. We have a new title, new logo, new
intro music, all of that cool stuff. Moving forward, this
show will be called The Bigfoot Report. Now, I know
you guys have come to expect interviews from people, experiences, researchers,
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you know, things like that. That is not going anywhere.
We are still going to be interviewing people a couple
of week over on the YouTube channel. That is not
going to change. What is going to change is, as
so many of you have requested over the years, you
want more Bigfoot and you want the encounter stories. For
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whatever reason, that's what people want, and I want to
give to people what they want, so to go along
with the interviews, we're going to be throwing in a
couple episodes of narrated encounters Bigfoot encounters. So really the
only thing that's changing is we're going to be a
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lot more Bigfoot heavy. The name's changing, obviously, the logo,
and we're going to throw in some Bigfoot narrated stories
every once in a while. I'm sure we will mix
in some other cryptid maybe some ghost stuff. And you
guys know how I feel about the missing persons. I
do think that a lot of those are Bigfoot related.
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So obviously we're going to continue to do some missing
persons encounters as well. But I'm really really excited about
this new step. The future of this show. Everything looks
bright and I can't wait to take this next step.
I want to thank Brian as always for having my
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back and being there. I also want to thank miss Tiffany.
You guys are going to be hearing her voice just
as much as mine. She is just as big a
part of this show as I am, so thank you
to her as well, and thank you to all of you.
None of this would be happening if it weren't for you,
and I'm so so very appreciative and grateful. Thank you
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so much. Let's get started. And these people that claim
or carry themselves without actually claiming to be an expert,
a bigfoot expert, I mean, come on, what the hell
is a bigfoot expert? There is no such thing as
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an expert when it comes to bigfoot.
Speaker 2 (03:52):
They know in an instant that you were in the woods.
There is no hiding from them, there is no being
quiet or sneaking up on them. As soon as you
walk in the woods, you walk in their front door
thinking that you are going to surprise them. We are
only kidding yourself.
Speaker 1 (04:12):
We have got to get out of our heads that
anecdotal evidence is not evidence. The best way in my
opinion that we have to learn about these creatures right
now is by listening to and talking to those that
have experienced them, those who have witnessed them and experienced
them in their own environment.
Speaker 2 (04:37):
We do what we do to try to bring awareness
to this topic, to be an open door for somebody
to walk through, to be able to share their story,
a listening ear, a support hold for those who have
held their own encounders with that which is not supposed
to exist.
Speaker 1 (04:56):
We've got to open our eyes people. There is something
out there. All of these thousands of people that have
seen something, they're not all lined, they're not all crazy.
There are some very reputable, good people out there that
have seen something.
Speaker 2 (05:16):
I've shared this experience with a few people over the years,
but after you've been called crazy so many times, you
just start keeping it to yourself. I really enjoy all
of your podcasts, so I thought i'd share my encounter
do with it, would you like. My name is Roger
and I'm from East Texas, not far from the Big Thicket.
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The Big Thicket is actually where our hunting cabin is located.
My father built it back in the seventies. It's nothing
fancy by any means, but it was always a nice
little place to get away to. It had no power
or water run to it, but we put a generator
out there in the late eighties and we put some
food gray containers out to catch what rain water. That
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made it a little more comfortable, but she never really
wanted to stay for too long. The activity started pretty
soon after building the place. Strange vocals like caws and growls,
whoop type sounds, and tree knocks that turned into rocks
getting tossed at the cabin from time to time. Seems
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like Dad and my uncle Bobby always played everything off.
I always had an excuse for everything that happened. I
now think that they knew these things were out there
and didn't want to scare us kids. Anyway, time goes
on and weeks turn into years, and before you know it,
no one's been at that old cabin in a couple decades.
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That's when I decided to try my hand at renovating it.
Dad passed away in twenty fourteen and left the property
to me and my brother, and neither of us wanted
to see it go to waste. It always reminded us
of great times with our dad and uncle Bobby. It
was spring up twenty fifteen when my brother Kenny and
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I decided to head out there to have a look
at what we had in store for us. It was
surprisingly in good shape. We were tickled to see that
it was still not only standing but fairly solid. There
were a couple windows that were broken, but other than
that we really couldn't complain. All the old furniture and
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bedding was still there and we're gonna need replacing, but
it was definitely worth sleeping there. We had bought our
camping gear thinking that's probably where we would be sleeping
for the next few days we planned on staying. It
was nice to see that we'd have a roof over
our head for the nights. We got to looking around
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the property, walked in a little ways into the woods.
We didn't have any neighbors for miles and wanted to
get a fill for the property, but we hadn't been
to in years. We followed a game trail for about
half a mile and that's when we found the first track.
It looked like a huge, bare human footprint. All the
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memories of the seonds and the rocks that were thrown
at the cabin came flooding back. Ken and I just
stood there looking at each other. He broke the silence
when he said, are you e fing kidding me? Are
there e f in bigfoots here? He seemed almost happy
at the thought. Then again, he was a big weirdo.
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He loved bigfoot stuff. He watched all the shows and
movies on the subject, even had a bigfoot sticker on
his truck. I, on the other hand, was not so amused.
I wasn't necessarily a non believer, but I wasn't a
believer either. I guess you could say I just didn't
care either way. He was as giddy as a schoolgirl.
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We spent a few more minutes looking around and decided
to head back before dark set in. We had no
idea what kind of horror was waiting for us back
at that cabin. Though on our way back was when
we heard the first of several wood knocks. We still
had no idea of what we were in for. We
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make it back to the cabin and everything just feels different.
The air is so much heavier. That's the only way
I know to explain it. Ken was the first to
notice that the front door, which was perfectly fine before
we went on our hike, now appeared to have been
kicked in. It was completely off the hinges. This wasn't
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no cheap door either, like the kind that our mass
produced nowadays. This was an old door that was built
to last. As we started up the stairs to investigate,
I noticed the biggest turd I have ever seen dislaying
on the bottom ste up. And I'm sorry to be
so blunt, but that's the only way I know how
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to put it. Something huge took a massive dump on
our steps. Needless to say, Ken's fascination quickly turned to fear,
and we decided right then that this just wasn't worth
it and we just wanted to leave. Luckily, we hadn't
yet unpacked, so everything was still on the truck. We
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jump in and start down the driveway. This wasn't your
typical driveway in a residential neighborhood. This was about half
a mile long, a rutted out dirt that winded through
the woods before ending on the main road. About halfway
out was when we ran into the huge tree that
was now laying across the driveway. Again, like the door
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and the giant poop, it was not there hours earlier
when we first arrived. Something didn't want us to leave.
I say something and not someone, because it would have
taken ten grown men to move that tree. As we
examined it, we noticed that it didn't just fall. There
was no disturbed ground where a tree would have been
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and fallen over. It was placed there. I'll be honest,
at that moment, I had never been more happy to
be a Texan. If there's one thing we take pride
here in Texas, it's our guns. Being that this was
a hunting cabin and we intended to do somewhile there,
we were pretty well alarmed. We're also lucky that we
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were there to work and had all of our tools
with us, which included a couple of chainsaws. We had
no idea what we were going to run into, so
we came prepared, and I strongly believe that's the only
reason we were able to get away that day. I
had my three fifty seven on my hip and my
thirty six on my shoulder standing guard. As Ken made
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quick work of that tree. I'd say it only took
him about ten minutes to get it cut up and
cleared out enough for us to get through. But it
honestly felt like ours. I was on edge the whole time,
with a feeling of multiple eyes on us the whole time.
We were able to get loaded up and made it
out without further incident. Some may ask if this was
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truly a sasquatch encounter, given that neither Can nor myself
actually laid eyes on one, Why challenge anyone to tell
me what else it could have been other than the
smell of the ship log on our steps. We never
smelled anything, but all the other classic signs of a
big fun encounter was there. We haven't been back to
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the cabin, and we have not decided what, if anything,
we're gonna do with it. It's not like we paid
for it, and neither one of us really need the money.
I honestly wouldn't feel right selling it anyway. I couldn't
live with myself if we did. Some one got hurt
or worse killed out there. As far as I'm concerned,
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those big harry bastards can have that damn place. I
know this is a lot to take in, and it
is the scariest or most intense in can I ever heard,
but it does speak to the possible behavior of these creatures.
These things are smart and do not want to be
messed with. I, for one, will be giving them their space.
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Well there you have it. Not the best one you've
ever heard, I'm sure, but it's the truth, and it
happened to my brother and I in East Texas. They
are here, and they are mean as hell.
Speaker 1 (13:42):
Stay tuned for more paranormal odyssey. The story has been
passed down through my family for generations. My grandfather's father,
which would make him my great grandfather, used to talk
about the whistle man. These days, these things are called
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sasquatch or bigfoot, whichever you prefer. They are one and
the same as far as I know. My dad asked
his grandfather one time why it was called the whistleman.
He told him that one day he might hear the
whistles himself. My great granddad was born in the late
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eighteen hundreds and did most is growing up in the
early nineteen hundreds. I can't imagine the things he must
have seen in those North Georgia mountains, but there are
a few he would talk about. Before I get going
too far, let me first warn you, as everyone with
these kind of stories does, this is some hard stuff
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to believe. Hell, I don't even know how much of
it I believe. But I can tell you this with
absolutely no doubt. My grandfather is one of the best
men I have ever known, and he is only surpassed
by my dad. There are no two men I respect
more on this planet than those two. I obviously didn't
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know my great granddad, but that is exactly what both
those men say about him. That's the only proof I need.
If you need more, there's nothing I can do for you.
The story begins in the fall of some year in
the early twentieth century, between nineteen oh five and nineteen ten.
I was told, as I mentioned, my family lived in
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the North Georgia Mountain. We still live there to this day.
My great granddad would spend all his free time in
the wood after the chores of the working farm were done.
Of course, I know my family milk the cows and
the chickens would lay their eggs. This wasn't a huge
farm where a lot of money was coming in. To
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hear Grandpa tell it, they were quite poor, but they
were happy. Like I was saying, he would spend all
of his free time in the woods. In the woods
with the whistleman. I'll just jump to it. I'll just
jump to it, because I don't really know a better
way to say it. My great grandfather's best friend was
a sasquatch. There you have it, laugh if you will,
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but it's the truth, and I'm going to tell you
what I was told about how they met the meeting.
He was walking through the North Georgia Woods one day
when the whistling began. This was nothing new to him.
He heard it every time he went out, he said.
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One day he asked his uncle who or what was
whistling over on the north Ridge. His uncle told him
it was a booger, that he had seen him several times.
That some of the old folks called him the whistleman,
so I guess that's where the name originated. His uncle
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told him to be very careful, that the thing had
never bothered him before. But we don't know much about them,
and he knew there were more, but that one was
harmless as far as he knew. As you can imagine,
his mind started working over time, and after that it
was pretty much all he could think about. He started
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going over to the north Bridge every single day after
their work was done. He wanted so badly to see
the Whistleman, but all he ever got was those whistles.
He started racking his brain trying to come up with
a way to get the thing to make himself known.
All he wanted was a peak. One day, after milking
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the cows, he slid a small jar of fresh milk
off to the side and hid it behind a woodpole.
He had already put a couple of biscuits from breakfast
in his pocket. When all the work was he grabbed
that jar of milk and those biscuits and tore off
up the ridge behind the house, and no time he
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was over on the north ridge. He stood beside this
old oak tree, probably the biggest around, and he started
to yell out, I don't know if you can hear me,
or if you can even understand me, but I brought
you something. I would like to meet you and learn
from you. I'm going to leave these right here on
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this stump, he said. He felt plumb stupid yelling all
that out to absolutely no one, but he didn't know
what else to do. The next day he did the
same thing, got some fresh milk, a couple of biscuits,
and this time he brought a small jar of honey.
When he got to the stump, he couldn't believe what
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he saw. The biscuits were gone, but he expected that
anything could have gotten those. The jar of milk, though,
that shocked him. The empty jar was half in a
hole that was in The empty jar was half in
a hole that was in that old oak tree, about
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five feet off the ground. When he pulled the jar out,
it had a couple of stones and some dried out
flowers crammed into it. He could not believe what he
was holding. But as he was looking at in his hand,
the loudest swistle he had ever heard rang out and
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about caused him to drop the glass jar. He jumped
and spun around and saw nothing at all, He thought
to him, so dang, that was closed. He sat the
things that he had brought down on that stump and
began to yell out again, thank you for my gift.
I'm glad you enjoyed yours. I would like to thank
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you in person one day. Again. He felt stupid for
doing this. To what did he have to lose? This
exact routine went on for a couple of weeks, each
time the return whistles getting closer and closer. Finally, whether
he was ready or not, his request was about to
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be granted. It was a day just like the past
fifteen or so. He brought the goods, sat them down,
and received his gifts. This time, there was no whistle.
This called him off guard, and he admitted he first
thought maybe the whistleman just wasn't around. He was about
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to find out how mistaken he was. Instead of a whistle,
he heard what he called a grunt. He said it
was weird, though, because he more felt it than heard it.
He was terrified that moment the sound came from directly
behind him, who just stood there and gathered the nerve
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to turn around. He immediately regretted the decision to come
out there, But what could he do now? He reminded
himself that this is what he had been working toward
and waiting for all this time, and he then turned
around to the shock of his life. He admitted that
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when he saw the giant, he peed himself. He lost
control of his bladder, and there it went. He stood there,
trembling and now wet from the waist down. He watched
the thing standing there, swaying ever so gently from left
to right. He said, the first thing he thought was,
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how in the hell did that thing get so close
to me without making a sound. It was less than
twenty feet from him. Standing out in the open. He
could see every inch of this guy. He talked about
how human like this thing looked. He had hair all
over except for his face. Its mouth was enormous, and
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he talked about how he was positive if it wanted to,
it could fit two oranges in there. When those was
flat and white, he was brown in color with a
single white gray patch above his left ear. The ears,
he said he was only able to see a few
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times due to the hair covering them, but they were
smaller than his own. He didn't know if that was
common for all of them or just something unique to
this one, but they were extremely small. You've heard me
call it a hem or a he a few times,
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and there's reason for that. His penis was visible, so
it was definitely a male. As for his feet, he
just always said bigfoot was a very fitting name for
those guys. As for the height, he was eight foot
seven inches tall. How he knows this we will talk
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about later. His feet were just under nineteen inches long
and eight inches wide, just below the toes at the
widest point. Okay, how did he know the measurements. As
their friendship progressed, my great grandpa was able to measure him.
He took one of his mother's measuring strips that she
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would use for throwing. My dad said he laughed one
time when talking about measuring his feet. The big Guy
kept getting tickled and pulling away. He talked about it
not sounding like a normal life sound that you and
I make, but that's what he got the feeling it was.
His meetings with Whistleman went on almost daily for two years,
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and then one day they just stopped. He has no
idea why. There was no indication that he was sick
or that anything was wrong. He just stopped showing up,
and the gifts my great grandpa would leave stop getting taken,
well taken by the Big Guy anyway. He could tell
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that something was getting it because there would be crumbs
and half eaten biscuits left, and the jars of milk
will be knocked over before There would always be something
left in it in return, and it was always placed
in the hole. My great grandpa was heartbroken, to say
the least. He continued going out there, hoping it had
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come back for at least in another six or eight
months daily. He never did find out what happened to
the Whistleman, and it's not like you could file a
missing person's repordering thing. He did say that many many
more times throughout his life he would hear a distant whistle.
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Do with this what you will. But as I said,
the men in my family were all amazing and honorable men.
I'm the man I am today because of them. I
know my great grandpa loved that big dude, and if
I'm being honest, I kind of wish I could someday
have that kind of relationship with the Whistleman. Stay tuned
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for more paranormal Odyssey.
Speaker 2 (25:42):
Bigfoot is real. I honestly never thought those words would
ever come from me, but there they are. I have
always been a hardcore skeptic, to the point of uncontrollable
eye rolls at the first mention of a giant ape
blank creature in North America. I mean North America, come
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on now, right, as much land as we now occupy
and continue to go further. With the advent and abundance
of camera technology that we as a society now possess,
we'd have undisputed photo and video evidence by now right.
These were all arguments I had made. They are all
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arguments I still can't dispute. Really, there absolutely should be more.
Why isn't there? I went straight from a skeptic to
a knower. My encounter certainly isn't gonna win any award
for the most frightening tale ever told, but it sure
affected me. It was the fall of twenty twenty and
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COVID was in full force. I had been laid off
of my job for several months at this point, as
a husband and father of three kids all under ten,
quarantine was slowly kicking my ass. I needed to get away.
Thank God. I have such an amazing wife as she
noticed this, and it's the one that suggested I take
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some time for myself. I hadn't been hiking or camping
in years, and it used to be my passion. I
completed the through hike of the Appalachian Trail in my
early thirties, and at that point it was my greatest accomplishment.
Since then, I've married and had my kids, so they
took over the greatest thing I'd ever done. Man, did
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I miss hiking though. This was my opportunity to get
back to it, if only for a little bit. Mind you,
I was nowhere near in the kind of shape it
would take to repeat the Appalachian Trillion. I did some
looking around on a hiking app that I downloaded and
found a trail that seemed perfect. It was basically a
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huge circle. I'm not disclosing the area I was in,
because if I mentioned the state in the region, anyone
could do what I didn't figure out the trail I'm
talking about. I just don't want a bunch of big
foot hunters to hear this and go running around in
these woods with shotguns and rifles. Nobody needs that. That
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being said, to complete the full loop, it takes someone
in reasonable shape about two and a half days to
complete it. I got out my old gear. It was
still in really good shape. Some of it had to
be replaced, so that was my next step. Finally, just
over a week of planning and preparation and I was
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ready to go. It would have been nice to have
someone with me, but I wasn't able to find anyone.
I'll admit that almost made me call the whole thing off,
but man, I needed a break. Finally the day had come.
I allowed my three days to finish the hike. I
felt like I took all the necessary precautions. My wife
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knew where I was going to be and when I
should be back. Always let someone know where you're going
and when to expect you back. That's day one. Stuff.
The first day was rather uneventful. All went to plan,
other than me not quite being in the shape I
thought I was. The day took it out of me,
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and by the time I got my hammocks strung up
and a small fire going, it was all I had left.
I was too tired to even eat anything. I laid
down and I don't think I opened my eyes again
till the birds woke me up. The next morning. It
was probably the best sleep I'd had in years. I
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needed that, but man was all hungry. I downed one
of my breakfast mrs and began packing up for the
next leg of the hike. This was about the time
the feeling first came over me, a feeling I didn't
quite understand. Dread is the only way I know how
to explain it. I really felt like there were eyes
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on me from somewhere. I did my best to brush
it off. I had encountered wild animals on hikes before,
but this felt different. I did my best to not
let it bother me, though I knocked out several miles
and had all but forgotten about that feeling. All seemed
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to be perfect. Then out of nowhere, that perfection was shattered.
That's when I caught my first glimpse of something black
running through the trees and brush. This wasn't low to
the ground, like around three to four feet high, like
you would expect a black bear to be. This was
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every bit as tall as I was, probably a bit more.
My mind started running all over the place at what
this could possibly be. Being over six feet tall, it
had to have been something on two legs. A man
wearing all black was the only thing that made sense,
and if I'm being honest, that worried me even more.
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An animal you expect to be there. A man moving
that fast and trying to stay hidden from you could
not be good. I called out to whoever this was
and said, hello, can I help you? Is everything all right?
I got no answer, though, And even though I saw
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this thing, it's important to tell you I never heard it,
not one sound. I had no idea what to do.
Let's be real here, What could I do? I kept walking.
A few hours go by and I'd completely stop thinking
about it. When it happened again, that same flash of
black thirty feet, I left. This time I was scared again.
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I never heard anything. On top of everything else, there
was no way I was going to be able to
finish the hike, so that meant I'd be staying another
night out there with this, whatever it is. I was
honestly terrified at this point. I had no other choice, though.
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I found a good spot and set up camp. I
ate a small dinner and climbed into my hammock. This time,
I put up my rainfly. I knew this would do
absolutely nothing to protect me, but it did give that
false sense of security, and at the very least it
meant I wouldn't open my eyes to see someone or
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something standing over me, realizing that sleep would never find
me that night. It eventually did, but then, of course,
before then, every little sound of the forest had me
on edge. It was around one AM where I was
awoken by something. I couldn't tell you what, but I
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was suddenly wide awake. It was right after then that
I first heard it. It sounded like a twig breaking.
I laid there and convinced myself it was nothing. The
wind or something like that. Then I started to hear
the breathing. I swear I almost lost it. Tears started
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filling my eyes. I had never in my life been
so afraid that I cried. This breathing was like no
other breathing I'd ever heard. It was extremely raspy and labored,
like it was taking everything this thing had just to breathe,
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like it was severely congested with the worst cold you've
ever had. I honestly have no idea what mindset this
thing was. In the way the breathing sounded made it
sound pissed. I'm still thinking it's a bear, like an idiot.
I didn't have my bear spray in the hammock with me,
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I told myself before laying down to get it. But
you know how that goes, and of course I forgot.
I found out quickly this was no bear, though bears
don't have human type feet. This thing had made its
way beside me and was standing right beside my hammock.
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From the bottom of the rainfly, I could see the
two biggest, most disgusting looking feet I had ever seen.
The whole time, this breathing is still rattling my chest.
I'm not particularly a religious man, but I was begging
God at that moment to please help me through this.
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It was probably about a minute this thing was standing
there when I first noticed the giant handprint coming through
my rainfly. I could see the perfect outline of this
massive hand. I honestly thought that was it for me,
that my stuff would be found in the woods a
week or so later. But I never would. I started
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thinking about my wife and kids and how much I'll
love them. That's when this calm came over me. I
felt so relaxed, and I'll be damned if I didn't
fall back to sleep. I've heard people say that before
during an encounter. I always thought it was a load
of crap. I don't anymore, because it absolutely happened to me.
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The next morning. When I woke up, all I could
do was question the whole thing. Was it all just
a dream. I get out of the hammock to find
that the area around my cap had been walked through
and my bag had been gone through. It wasn't a dream.
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Another weird thing is I wasn't afraid anymore. I took
my time and packed up. I was less than half
a day's hike from my car, so I just had
time before I set out. I took a couple of
granola bars, opened them and sat them on a rock
and camp kind of a thank you for not eating
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me the night before.
Speaker 1 (36:25):
I guess.
Speaker 2 (36:27):
I made it back to my car with absolutely nothing
else happening. So this is why I can now say
it without a doubt. It is real. Believe me or don't,
but it was not a dream. This happened to me
and I am forever changed by it.
Speaker 1 (36:46):
Hey, guys, thanks so very much for checking out this
episode of Paranormal Odyssey. Love you guys so much all
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if you would please head over and check out our website,
Paranormalworldproductions dot com We'll see you next time, guys.
Speaker 3 (37:43):
Through the woods, the pine trees sway, shadows long at
end of day, Bigfoots call on the whispering breeze. Secrets
kept by an ancioot tree, dog man house being the
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moon echoes in the silent dune. Tracks weave fine, but
answers none. A hunt for truth, that's just the gun.
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We're searching past the fire light. Four creatures hidden out
of sight in the forest hardware. Shadows lay seeking see
krets in the twilight, through the fog A shape did
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glye skin walker with eyes? So why legends of Oh
we chase to night in the dark. Our lanterns bright
by the creek, oil water spill, whispers ry, the winds
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chill fullest deep man tails on toll in this land
the myths of O. We're searching past the fire light
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full creatures hidden out of sight in the forest hard
where shadows lay seeking seacrets in the twilight break
Hey, what's going on everybody. It's Wayne. Wanted to talk
to you guys a little bit before we get started
about something exciting that we're getting ready to do here
at Paranormal World Productions. You guys, the ones that have
been following me from the beginning, from the very beginning,
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since before Paranormal Odyssey. You will, guys all know that
I am first and foremost a bigfoot guy, and I
always will be. I've been doing Paranormal Odyssey for a
couple of years now, and we have listened to all
of the requests from everyone out there, most everyone out
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there that knows me from before, and most of the
new ones. They all seem to want more Bigfoot. So
what we are going to do. We've been throwing this
idea around for a while now. Brian and I first
started talking about it about a year ago, but I
finally decided to make the move about a month or
so ago, and we're going to do some rebranding moving forward.
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From this point on, the show will not be Paranormal
Odyssey anymore. We have a new title, new logo, new
intro music, all of that cool stuff. Moving forward, this
show will be called The Bigfoot Report. Now, I know
you guys have come to expect interviews from people, experiences, researchers,
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you know, things like that. That is not going anywhere.
We are still going to be interviewing people a couple
of week over on the YouTube channel. That is not
going to change. What is going to change is, as
so many of you have requested over the years, you
want more Bigfoot and you want the encounter stories. For
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whatever reason, that's what people want, and I want to
give to people what they want, so to go along
with the interviews, we're going to be throwing in a
couple episodes of narrated encounters Bigfoot encounters. So really the
only thing that's changing is we're going to be a
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lot more Bigfoot heavy. The name's changing, obviously, the logo,
and we're going to throw in some Bigfoot narrated stories
every once in a while. I'm sure we will mix
in some other cryptid maybe some ghost stuff. And you
guys know how I feel about the missing persons. I
do think that a lot of those are Bigfoot related.
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So obviously we're going to continue to do some missing
persons encounters as well. But I'm really really excited about
this new step. The future of this show. Everything looks
bright and I can't wait to take this next step.
I want to thank Brian as always for having my
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back and being there. I also want to thank miss Tiffany.
You guys are going to be hearing her voice just
as much as mine. She is just as big a
part of this show as I am, so thank you
to her as well, and thank you to all of you.
None of this would be happening if it weren't for you,
and I'm so so very appreciative and grateful. Thank you
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so much. Let's get started. And these people that claim
or carry themselves without actually claiming to be an expert,
a bigfoot expert, I mean, come on, what the hell
is a bigfoot expert? There is no such thing as
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an expert when it comes to bigfoot.
Speaker 2 (03:52):
They know in an instant that you were in the woods.
There is no hiding from them, there is no being
quiet or sneaking up on them. As soon as you
walk in the woods, you walk in their front door
thinking that you are going to surprise them. We are
only kidding yourself.
Speaker 1 (04:12):
We have got to get out of our heads that
anecdotal evidence is not evidence. The best way in my
opinion that we have to learn about these creatures right
now is by listening to and talking to those that
have experienced them, those who have witnessed them and experienced
them in their own environment.
Speaker 2 (04:37):
We do what we do to try to bring awareness
to this topic, to be an open door for somebody
to walk through, to be able to share their story,
a listening ear, a support hold for those who have
held their own encounders with that which is not supposed
to exist.
Speaker 1 (04:56):
We've got to open our eyes people. There is something
out there. All of these thousands of people that have
seen something, they're not all lined, they're not all crazy.
There are some very reputable, good people out there that
have seen something.
Speaker 2 (05:16):
I've shared this experience with a few people over the years,
but after you've been called crazy so many times, you
just start keeping it to yourself. I really enjoy all
of your podcasts, so I thought i'd share my encounter
do with it, would you like. My name is Roger
and I'm from East Texas, not far from the Big Thicket.
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The Big Thicket is actually where our hunting cabin is located.
My father built it back in the seventies. It's nothing
fancy by any means, but it was always a nice
little place to get away to. It had no power
or water run to it, but we put a generator
out there in the late eighties and we put some
food gray containers out to catch what rain water. That
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made it a little more comfortable, but she never really
wanted to stay for too long. The activity started pretty
soon after building the place. Strange vocals like caws and growls,
whoop type sounds, and tree knocks that turned into rocks
getting tossed at the cabin from time to time. Seems
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like Dad and my uncle Bobby always played everything off.
I always had an excuse for everything that happened. I
now think that they knew these things were out there
and didn't want to scare us kids. Anyway, time goes
on and weeks turn into years, and before you know it,
no one's been at that old cabin in a couple decades.
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That's when I decided to try my hand at renovating it.
Dad passed away in twenty fourteen and left the property
to me and my brother, and neither of us wanted
to see it go to waste. It always reminded us
of great times with our dad and uncle Bobby. It
was spring up twenty fifteen when my brother Kenny and
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I decided to head out there to have a look
at what we had in store for us. It was
surprisingly in good shape. We were tickled to see that
it was still not only standing but fairly solid. There
were a couple windows that were broken, but other than
that we really couldn't complain. All the old furniture and
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bedding was still there and we're gonna need replacing, but
it was definitely worth sleeping there. We had bought our
camping gear thinking that's probably where we would be sleeping
for the next few days we planned on staying. It
was nice to see that we'd have a roof over
our head for the nights. We got to looking around
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the property, walked in a little ways into the woods.
We didn't have any neighbors for miles and wanted to
get a fill for the property, but we hadn't been
to in years. We followed a game trail for about
half a mile and that's when we found the first track.
It looked like a huge, bare human footprint. All the
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memories of the seonds and the rocks that were thrown
at the cabin came flooding back. Ken and I just
stood there looking at each other. He broke the silence
when he said, are you e fing kidding me? Are
there e f in bigfoots here? He seemed almost happy
at the thought. Then again, he was a big weirdo.
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He loved bigfoot stuff. He watched all the shows and
movies on the subject, even had a bigfoot sticker on
his truck. I, on the other hand, was not so amused.
I wasn't necessarily a non believer, but I wasn't a
believer either. I guess you could say I just didn't
care either way. He was as giddy as a schoolgirl.
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We spent a few more minutes looking around and decided
to head back before dark set in. We had no
idea what kind of horror was waiting for us back
at that cabin. Though on our way back was when
we heard the first of several wood knocks. We still
had no idea of what we were in for. We
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make it back to the cabin and everything just feels different.
The air is so much heavier. That's the only way
I know to explain it. Ken was the first to
notice that the front door, which was perfectly fine before
we went on our hike, now appeared to have been
kicked in. It was completely off the hinges. This wasn't
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no cheap door either, like the kind that our mass
produced nowadays. This was an old door that was built
to last. As we started up the stairs to investigate,
I noticed the biggest turd I have ever seen dislaying
on the bottom ste up. And I'm sorry to be
so blunt, but that's the only way I know how
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to put it. Something huge took a massive dump on
our steps. Needless to say, Ken's fascination quickly turned to fear,
and we decided right then that this just wasn't worth
it and we just wanted to leave. Luckily, we hadn't
yet unpacked, so everything was still on the truck. We
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jump in and start down the driveway. This wasn't your
typical driveway in a residential neighborhood. This was about half
a mile long, a rutted out dirt that winded through
the woods before ending on the main road. About halfway
out was when we ran into the huge tree that
was now laying across the driveway. Again, like the door
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and the giant poop, it was not there hours earlier
when we first arrived. Something didn't want us to leave.
I say something and not someone, because it would have
taken ten grown men to move that tree. As we
examined it, we noticed that it didn't just fall. There
was no disturbed ground where a tree would have been
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and fallen over. It was placed there. I'll be honest,
at that moment, I had never been more happy to
be a Texan. If there's one thing we take pride
here in Texas, it's our guns. Being that this was
a hunting cabin and we intended to do somewhile there,
we were pretty well alarmed. We're also lucky that we
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were there to work and had all of our tools
with us, which included a couple of chainsaws. We had
no idea what we were going to run into, so
we came prepared, and I strongly believe that's the only
reason we were able to get away that day. I
had my three fifty seven on my hip and my
thirty six on my shoulder standing guard. As Ken made
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quick work of that tree. I'd say it only took
him about ten minutes to get it cut up and
cleared out enough for us to get through. But it
honestly felt like ours. I was on edge the whole time,
with a feeling of multiple eyes on us the whole time.
We were able to get loaded up and made it
out without further incident. Some may ask if this was
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truly a sasquatch encounter, given that neither Can nor myself
actually laid eyes on one, Why challenge anyone to tell
me what else it could have been other than the
smell of the ship log on our steps. We never
smelled anything, but all the other classic signs of a
big fun encounter was there. We haven't been back to
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the cabin, and we have not decided what, if anything,
we're gonna do with it. It's not like we paid
for it, and neither one of us really need the money.
I honestly wouldn't feel right selling it anyway. I couldn't
live with myself if we did. Some one got hurt
or worse killed out there. As far as I'm concerned,
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those big harry bastards can have that damn place. I
know this is a lot to take in, and it
is the scariest or most intense in can I ever heard,
but it does speak to the possible behavior of these creatures.
These things are smart and do not want to be
messed with. I, for one, will be giving them their space.
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Well there you have it. Not the best one you've
ever heard, I'm sure, but it's the truth, and it
happened to my brother and I in East Texas. They
are here, and they are mean as hell.
Speaker 1 (13:42):
Stay tuned for more paranormal odyssey. The story has been
passed down through my family for generations. My grandfather's father,
which would make him my great grandfather, used to talk
about the whistle man. These days, these things are called
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sasquatch or bigfoot, whichever you prefer. They are one and
the same as far as I know. My dad asked
his grandfather one time why it was called the whistleman.
He told him that one day he might hear the
whistles himself. My great granddad was born in the late
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eighteen hundreds and did most is growing up in the
early nineteen hundreds. I can't imagine the things he must
have seen in those North Georgia mountains, but there are
a few he would talk about. Before I get going
too far, let me first warn you, as everyone with
these kind of stories does, this is some hard stuff
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to believe. Hell, I don't even know how much of
it I believe. But I can tell you this with
absolutely no doubt. My grandfather is one of the best
men I have ever known, and he is only surpassed
by my dad. There are no two men I respect
more on this planet than those two. I obviously didn't
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know my great granddad, but that is exactly what both
those men say about him. That's the only proof I need.
If you need more, there's nothing I can do for you.
The story begins in the fall of some year in
the early twentieth century, between nineteen oh five and nineteen ten.
I was told, as I mentioned, my family lived in
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the North Georgia Mountain. We still live there to this day.
My great granddad would spend all his free time in
the wood after the chores of the working farm were done.
Of course, I know my family milk the cows and
the chickens would lay their eggs. This wasn't a huge
farm where a lot of money was coming in. To
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hear Grandpa tell it, they were quite poor, but they
were happy. Like I was saying, he would spend all
of his free time in the woods. In the woods
with the whistleman. I'll just jump to it. I'll just
jump to it, because I don't really know a better
way to say it. My great grandfather's best friend was
a sasquatch. There you have it, laugh if you will,
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but it's the truth, and I'm going to tell you
what I was told about how they met the meeting.
He was walking through the North Georgia Woods one day
when the whistling began. This was nothing new to him.
He heard it every time he went out, he said.
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One day he asked his uncle who or what was
whistling over on the north Ridge. His uncle told him
it was a booger, that he had seen him several times.
That some of the old folks called him the whistleman,
so I guess that's where the name originated. His uncle
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told him to be very careful, that the thing had
never bothered him before. But we don't know much about them,
and he knew there were more, but that one was
harmless as far as he knew. As you can imagine,
his mind started working over time, and after that it
was pretty much all he could think about. He started
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going over to the north Bridge every single day after
their work was done. He wanted so badly to see
the Whistleman, but all he ever got was those whistles.
He started racking his brain trying to come up with
a way to get the thing to make himself known.
All he wanted was a peak. One day, after milking
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the cows, he slid a small jar of fresh milk
off to the side and hid it behind a woodpole.
He had already put a couple of biscuits from breakfast
in his pocket. When all the work was he grabbed
that jar of milk and those biscuits and tore off
up the ridge behind the house, and no time he
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was over on the north ridge. He stood beside this
old oak tree, probably the biggest around, and he started
to yell out, I don't know if you can hear me,
or if you can even understand me, but I brought
you something. I would like to meet you and learn
from you. I'm going to leave these right here on
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this stump, he said. He felt plumb stupid yelling all
that out to absolutely no one, but he didn't know
what else to do. The next day he did the
same thing, got some fresh milk, a couple of biscuits,
and this time he brought a small jar of honey.
When he got to the stump, he couldn't believe what
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he saw. The biscuits were gone, but he expected that
anything could have gotten those. The jar of milk, though,
that shocked him. The empty jar was half in a
hole that was in The empty jar was half in
a hole that was in that old oak tree, about
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five feet off the ground. When he pulled the jar out,
it had a couple of stones and some dried out
flowers crammed into it. He could not believe what he
was holding. But as he was looking at in his hand,
the loudest swistle he had ever heard rang out and
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about caused him to drop the glass jar. He jumped
and spun around and saw nothing at all, He thought
to him, so dang, that was closed. He sat the
things that he had brought down on that stump and
began to yell out again, thank you for my gift.
I'm glad you enjoyed yours. I would like to thank
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you in person one day. Again. He felt stupid for
doing this. To what did he have to lose? This
exact routine went on for a couple of weeks, each
time the return whistles getting closer and closer. Finally, whether
he was ready or not, his request was about to
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be granted. It was a day just like the past
fifteen or so. He brought the goods, sat them down,
and received his gifts. This time, there was no whistle.
This called him off guard, and he admitted he first
thought maybe the whistleman just wasn't around. He was about
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to find out how mistaken he was. Instead of a whistle,
he heard what he called a grunt. He said it
was weird, though, because he more felt it than heard it.
He was terrified that moment the sound came from directly
behind him, who just stood there and gathered the nerve
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to turn around. He immediately regretted the decision to come
out there, But what could he do now? He reminded
himself that this is what he had been working toward
and waiting for all this time, and he then turned
around to the shock of his life. He admitted that
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when he saw the giant, he peed himself. He lost
control of his bladder, and there it went. He stood there,
trembling and now wet from the waist down. He watched
the thing standing there, swaying ever so gently from left
to right. He said, the first thing he thought was,
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how in the hell did that thing get so close
to me without making a sound. It was less than
twenty feet from him. Standing out in the open. He
could see every inch of this guy. He talked about
how human like this thing looked. He had hair all
over except for his face. Its mouth was enormous, and
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he talked about how he was positive if it wanted to,
it could fit two oranges in there. When those was
flat and white, he was brown in color with a
single white gray patch above his left ear. The ears,
he said he was only able to see a few
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times due to the hair covering them, but they were
smaller than his own. He didn't know if that was
common for all of them or just something unique to
this one, but they were extremely small. You've heard me
call it a hem or a he a few times,
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and there's reason for that. His penis was visible, so
it was definitely a male. As for his feet, he
just always said bigfoot was a very fitting name for
those guys. As for the height, he was eight foot
seven inches tall. How he knows this we will talk
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about later. His feet were just under nineteen inches long
and eight inches wide, just below the toes at the
widest point. Okay, how did he know the measurements. As
their friendship progressed, my great grandpa was able to measure him.
He took one of his mother's measuring strips that she
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would use for throwing. My dad said he laughed one
time when talking about measuring his feet. The big Guy
kept getting tickled and pulling away. He talked about it
not sounding like a normal life sound that you and
I make, but that's what he got the feeling it was.
His meetings with Whistleman went on almost daily for two years,
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and then one day they just stopped. He has no
idea why. There was no indication that he was sick
or that anything was wrong. He just stopped showing up,
and the gifts my great grandpa would leave stop getting taken,
well taken by the Big Guy anyway. He could tell
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that something was getting it because there would be crumbs
and half eaten biscuits left, and the jars of milk
will be knocked over before There would always be something
left in it in return, and it was always placed
in the hole. My great grandpa was heartbroken, to say
the least. He continued going out there, hoping it had
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come back for at least in another six or eight
months daily. He never did find out what happened to
the Whistleman, and it's not like you could file a
missing person's repordering thing. He did say that many many
more times throughout his life he would hear a distant whistle.
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Do with this what you will. But as I said,
the men in my family were all amazing and honorable men.
I'm the man I am today because of them. I
know my great grandpa loved that big dude, and if
I'm being honest, I kind of wish I could someday
have that kind of relationship with the Whistleman. Stay tuned
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for more paranormal Odyssey.
Speaker 2 (25:42):
Bigfoot is real. I honestly never thought those words would
ever come from me, but there they are. I have
always been a hardcore skeptic, to the point of uncontrollable
eye rolls at the first mention of a giant ape
blank creature in North America. I mean North America, come
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on now, right, as much land as we now occupy
and continue to go further. With the advent and abundance
of camera technology that we as a society now possess,
we'd have undisputed photo and video evidence by now right.
These were all arguments I had made. They are all
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arguments I still can't dispute. Really, there absolutely should be more.
Why isn't there? I went straight from a skeptic to
a knower. My encounter certainly isn't gonna win any award
for the most frightening tale ever told, but it sure
affected me. It was the fall of twenty twenty and
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COVID was in full force. I had been laid off
of my job for several months at this point, as
a husband and father of three kids all under ten,
quarantine was slowly kicking my ass. I needed to get away.
Thank God. I have such an amazing wife as she
noticed this, and it's the one that suggested I take
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some time for myself. I hadn't been hiking or camping
in years, and it used to be my passion. I
completed the through hike of the Appalachian Trail in my
early thirties, and at that point it was my greatest accomplishment.
Since then, I've married and had my kids, so they
took over the greatest thing I'd ever done. Man, did
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I miss hiking though. This was my opportunity to get
back to it, if only for a little bit. Mind you,
I was nowhere near in the kind of shape it
would take to repeat the Appalachian Trillion. I did some
looking around on a hiking app that I downloaded and
found a trail that seemed perfect. It was basically a
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huge circle. I'm not disclosing the area I was in,
because if I mentioned the state in the region, anyone
could do what I didn't figure out the trail I'm
talking about. I just don't want a bunch of big
foot hunters to hear this and go running around in
these woods with shotguns and rifles. Nobody needs that. That
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being said, to complete the full loop, it takes someone
in reasonable shape about two and a half days to
complete it. I got out my old gear. It was
still in really good shape. Some of it had to
be replaced, so that was my next step. Finally, just
over a week of planning and preparation and I was
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ready to go. It would have been nice to have
someone with me, but I wasn't able to find anyone.
I'll admit that almost made me call the whole thing off,
but man, I needed a break. Finally the day had come.
I allowed my three days to finish the hike. I
felt like I took all the necessary precautions. My wife
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knew where I was going to be and when I
should be back. Always let someone know where you're going
and when to expect you back. That's day one. Stuff.
The first day was rather uneventful. All went to plan,
other than me not quite being in the shape I
thought I was. The day took it out of me,
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and by the time I got my hammocks strung up
and a small fire going, it was all I had left.
I was too tired to even eat anything. I laid
down and I don't think I opened my eyes again
till the birds woke me up. The next morning. It
was probably the best sleep I'd had in years. I
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needed that, but man was all hungry. I downed one
of my breakfast mrs and began packing up for the
next leg of the hike. This was about the time
the feeling first came over me, a feeling I didn't
quite understand. Dread is the only way I know how
to explain it. I really felt like there were eyes
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on me from somewhere. I did my best to brush
it off. I had encountered wild animals on hikes before,
but this felt different. I did my best to not
let it bother me, though I knocked out several miles
and had all but forgotten about that feeling. All seemed
(30:33):
to be perfect. Then out of nowhere, that perfection was shattered.
That's when I caught my first glimpse of something black
running through the trees and brush. This wasn't low to
the ground, like around three to four feet high, like
you would expect a black bear to be. This was
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every bit as tall as I was, probably a bit more.
My mind started running all over the place at what
this could possibly be. Being over six feet tall, it
had to have been something on two legs. A man
wearing all black was the only thing that made sense,
and if I'm being honest, that worried me even more.
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An animal you expect to be there. A man moving
that fast and trying to stay hidden from you could
not be good. I called out to whoever this was
and said, hello, can I help you? Is everything all right?
I got no answer, though, And even though I saw
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this thing, it's important to tell you I never heard it,
not one sound. I had no idea what to do.
Let's be real here, What could I do? I kept walking.
A few hours go by and I'd completely stop thinking
about it. When it happened again, that same flash of
black thirty feet, I left. This time I was scared again.
(32:04):
I never heard anything. On top of everything else, there
was no way I was going to be able to
finish the hike, so that meant I'd be staying another
night out there with this, whatever it is. I was
honestly terrified at this point. I had no other choice, though.
(32:24):
I found a good spot and set up camp. I
ate a small dinner and climbed into my hammock. This time,
I put up my rainfly. I knew this would do
absolutely nothing to protect me, but it did give that
false sense of security, and at the very least it
meant I wouldn't open my eyes to see someone or
(32:45):
something standing over me, realizing that sleep would never find
me that night. It eventually did, but then, of course,
before then, every little sound of the forest had me
on edge. It was around one AM where I was
awoken by something. I couldn't tell you what, but I
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was suddenly wide awake. It was right after then that
I first heard it. It sounded like a twig breaking.
I laid there and convinced myself it was nothing. The
wind or something like that. Then I started to hear
the breathing. I swear I almost lost it. Tears started
(33:29):
filling my eyes. I had never in my life been
so afraid that I cried. This breathing was like no
other breathing I'd ever heard. It was extremely raspy and labored,
like it was taking everything this thing had just to breathe,
(33:50):
like it was severely congested with the worst cold you've
ever had. I honestly have no idea what mindset this
thing was. In the way the breathing sounded made it
sound pissed. I'm still thinking it's a bear, like an idiot.
I didn't have my bear spray in the hammock with me,
(34:11):
I told myself before laying down to get it. But
you know how that goes, and of course I forgot.
I found out quickly this was no bear, though bears
don't have human type feet. This thing had made its
way beside me and was standing right beside my hammock.
(34:32):
From the bottom of the rainfly, I could see the
two biggest, most disgusting looking feet I had ever seen.
The whole time, this breathing is still rattling my chest.
I'm not particularly a religious man, but I was begging
God at that moment to please help me through this.
(34:54):
It was probably about a minute this thing was standing
there when I first noticed the giant handprint coming through
my rainfly. I could see the perfect outline of this
massive hand. I honestly thought that was it for me,
that my stuff would be found in the woods a
week or so later. But I never would. I started
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thinking about my wife and kids and how much I'll
love them. That's when this calm came over me. I
felt so relaxed, and I'll be damned if I didn't
fall back to sleep. I've heard people say that before
during an encounter. I always thought it was a load
of crap. I don't anymore, because it absolutely happened to me.
(35:43):
The next morning. When I woke up, all I could
do was question the whole thing. Was it all just
a dream. I get out of the hammock to find
that the area around my cap had been walked through
and my bag had been gone through. It wasn't a dream.
(36:03):
Another weird thing is I wasn't afraid anymore. I took
my time and packed up. I was less than half
a day's hike from my car, so I just had
time before I set out. I took a couple of
granola bars, opened them and sat them on a rock
and camp kind of a thank you for not eating
(36:24):
me the night before.
Speaker 1 (36:25):
I guess.
Speaker 2 (36:27):
I made it back to my car with absolutely nothing
else happening. So this is why I can now say
it without a doubt. It is real. Believe me or don't,
but it was not a dream. This happened to me
and I am forever changed by it.
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Speaker 3 (37:43):
Through the woods, the pine trees sway, shadows long at
end of day, Bigfoots call on the whispering breeze. Secrets
kept by an ancioot tree, dog man house being the
(38:04):
moon echoes in the silent dune. Tracks weave fine, but
answers none. A hunt for truth, that's just the gun.
(38:29):
We're searching past the fire light. Four creatures hidden out
of sight in the forest hardware. Shadows lay seeking see
krets in the twilight, through the fog A shape did
(38:55):
glye skin walker with eyes? So why legends of Oh
we chase to night in the dark. Our lanterns bright
by the creek, oil water spill, whispers ry, the winds
(39:19):
chill fullest deep man tails on toll in this land
the myths of O. We're searching past the fire light
(39:44):
full creatures hidden out of sight in the forest hard
where shadows lay seeking seacrets in the twilight break
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