April 16, 2025 • 37 mins
In this episode of The Bigfoot Report, Tiffany and I share three more Sasquatch encounters, including an incredible experience that some children had at summer camp. We also discuss a frightening encounter experienced by three boys while camping, ending with a Bigfoot photo finish!
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Speaker 1 (00:04):
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 an expert when it comes
to bigfoot.
Speaker 2 (00:25):
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. You're only
kidding yourself.
Speaker 1 (00:45):
We have got to get it 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 experiperience them, those who have witnessed them and
experienced them in their own environment.
Speaker 2 (01:10):
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 here, a support hold for those who have
had their own encounters with that which is not supposed
to exist.
Speaker 1 (01:29):
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 aligned, they're not all crazy.
There are some very reputable, good people out there that
have seen something. What's going on, everybody, It's Wayne, Welcome
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back to the Bigfoot Report. Tiffany and I have a
few more that we would like to share with you today.
We're gonna be talking about the Bigfoot photo finish, then
we're gonna tell you about three boys in their camping trip,
and then Tiffany is going to finish it all with
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the Bigfoot Summer Camp. These are three really really cool
encounters submitted to us, and we hope that you guys
will continue to get those in. If you've had an
encounter that you would like for Tiffany or myself to narrate,
please send those to the Bigfoot Report podcast at gmail
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dot com. Again, that's the Bigfoot Report podcast at gmail
dot com. We know you guys are ready. We're ready,
so we're gonna get started.
Speaker 2 (02:56):
I am writing today to finally tell my story, not
really a story, though, seeing is how it really happened.
I assume that encounter would be a better word for it,
or maybe sighting. I must add that I haven't ever
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had anything like this occur and I haven't told anyone
about it. This has been the bane of my existence
since seeing whatever it is that I saw that day.
To give some context, we'll start at the beginning. I
am a wildlife photographer. I do this as a hobby
and to experience all that nature has to offer. I
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have captured many wild animals and am used to traveling
all over in order to get the perfect shot. It
was wintertime in my hometown and I found myself listless
driving some backcountry road. As I was driving, I noticed
that the birds were lying and almost a zig zag
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like pattern out in front of me. I found it
to be very odd just then, and in an instant,
a doe ran right out in front of my car.
I almost hit her because I was so focused on
the weird flight pattern of the birds. Nonetheless, she made
it safely to the other side of the road and
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looked back at me as I sat there, shakling with adrenaline.
Why do deer do that? Anyway, she had a look
about her and I know this is strange, but I'm
just telling you how it happened. But it was almost
like she wanted me to follow her. Animals have that
way about them. I've experienced it before many times in
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the woods. I decided it wouldn't hurt. The backdrop of
the woods would make for a great photo with the
sparse trees and snow on the ground. I pulled off
to the side of the road and gathered my gear.
I almost lost sight of her, but then caught the
last glimpse of her tail flick before she went into
the woodline ahead of me. I followed a little ways back.
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I wanted to take her picture in her truest form,
simply a wild animal in nature. She had walked on
ahead and stopped in a crowd of trees with a
single stump standing alone in the middle. She started eating
something on the stump, and I was able to catch
the best shot of her to back up just the hair.
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As I held my camera up and looked into the
lens to take a picture. As I hid in some brush,
I saw just past her in the trees a large
dark shape. I didn't know what it was, and I
figured it was just a smudge on the lens and
proceeded to wipe it all. When I bought the camera
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back up, however, it was still there. I took the
picture anyway, figuring it was just another larger stump, I
made a slight foot adjustment before I took the next picture,
and a loud crack echoed, scaring the dough away and
ruining my chances at any more pictures. I had snapped
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a branch that lay just under my foot. That's when
I noticed that she wasn't the only animal that moved.
What I had previously thought to be a larger stump
also moved. It didn't take off running as she had,
though I was instantly filled with dread and fear. I
had brought my camera cover with me, and the only
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thing I knew to do was to lay down as
fast and as flat and as quietly as I could
and cover myself with it. Not the conventional use for that,
but it was my best shot. Whatever this thing was
turned around and started sniffing out the air, almost like
a typical wild animal. But as many times as I
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had been out, I knew this wasn't your normal run
of the mill wild animal, at least none I have
ever experienced. Anyway, I lay there trembling, looking through the
small sticks that surrounded my line of sight with this big,
hulking creature. Why was the deer not afraid. Did she
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not notice it or just not care? Maybe she was
used to it and then let it bother her. I
had so many thoughts running through my head, but I
didn't have time to process any of them. This beast
stood up and kept standing up. I haven't ever seen
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anything as tall as this in the woods, that's for sure.
I am a modest height of six foot to six
foot one, but this thing had to have been every
bit of bare minimum seven and a half to eight
feet tall. My mouth went dry, and I found myself
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wishing he would sit back down in order to be
a little less intimidating. I know he smelled me. He
took a long, deep draw of air in his lungs
through his nose. I am really surprised by movements as
well as the doughs hadn't stirred it before. It was
a chance photo opportunity with the dough so I hadn't
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worried about spraying myself to neutralize my own scent like
I normally would have done. He looked in my direction.
I tried to lay as still as possible. The eyes
searched for a movement, and if he didn't already know
where I was by smelling me. I didn't want him
to see the quiver of the cover I had haphazardly
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laid over top of me. The only thing I could
compare him to was a gorilla, but we had none
of those in our woods. His face, though, wasn't quite
like a gorilla, despite the other gorilla like features. He
was tall, super wide, had big hulking legs, long arms,
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and a wide torso as well. He had traps on
him like a heavy weightlifter, no neck, but his face
was so most human. He had ears like we do.
I'm assuming I didn't see any on the top of
his head, but the hair on him was so long
you couldn't see them. That's when it dawned on me.
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He had hair, not fur. It was a dark ground
to a most black color. I couldn't figure out what
this was that I was looking at. His eyes were large,
nose flat, and he had a wide, thin lip. I
felt like I was so close to him. I'm not
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great at distances, but to tell those features, I was
too close for comfort, in my opinion. I wanted so
badly to take a picture, but I knew moving to
aim my camera would be an instant giveaway, and I
would have been dog through. I watched him, almost afraid
to breathe and definitely afraid to move. He sniffed the
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air a few more times and turned away from me
and started walking in the opposite direction. I laid there
until just before dark, before I felt comfortable enough to move.
I hadn't heard any other sounds, so I gathered my
things as quickly as possible and ran as fast as
I could to my car. I thought about that chance
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encounter for a long time. I thought about giving up
my wildlife photography hobby, seeing as how I really looked
out that day and how I didn't ever want to
see another one of those things again. But I love
what I do and that just wasn't an option, no
matter how afraid I was. Every time afterwards, though, that
I went into the woods, I always for this creature,
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hoping to not find it. I have a one hundred
percent success rate, and that if I haven't seen anything
like it since that day. I overheard the chatter in
my town about possible bigfoot sightings, but dismissed them, thinking
there wasn't a creature like that, or I would have
seen them by now. With how often I am in
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the woods. I guess that's what this was, and wishing
that I had listened to those stories more closely. Now,
that's when I got curious about this and what I
had encountered, and I ran across and started listening to
your podcast. I like your style and how you listen
to people. You're not judgmental, let you pay attention. I
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felt more comfortable of sending this encounter to you, knowing
that it wouldn't be scoffed at. That's why I haven't
bothered telling anyone else. I knew they wouldn't believe me anyway.
I know this encounter isn't too long or way out there,
but it is mine.
Speaker 1 (12:00):
Nonetheless, stay tuned for more but the big Foot Report.
We'll be right back for an all two brief period
of time. My friends and I lived a lot like
every kid in a Spielberg movie. We were pheral gen
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X kids in ye old early eighties. I lived in
Hartford County, Maryland, and on a Friday in early summer,
two friends and I decided to head to the winters
Run River, where we swam constantly in the summertime. We
knew it very well. We decided to camp and took
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our Coleman four person tent and blankets and such. We
didn't have much in the way of gear, but when
you're young, it doesn't matter. Jimmy was oldest, there was
Will and me at the time. There was a large
to me anyway farm ending at the river and then
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ending in a cliff that we jumped from to swim.
Crossing the trestle would take you to the wooded side
with a much better bank on the river suitable for
a tent, which is exactly what we put up. We
lit a fire on the bank and just swam and
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did kid stuff. No devils, lettuce or booze. We were
just being dudes. At some point, I really don't remember
how things happened. The sun was going down and we
were hungry, having eaten whatever we brought. We had a
few dollars and decided to walk back along the tracks
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to a convenience store to get a couple of boxes
of Little Debbie snapcakes or something. Anyone else remembered the
box of oatmeal pie cookies for ninety nine cents. With
our barrel kid provisions, we started walking back. The sun
had gone down considerably, and because The tent was against
the woods on a low bank with the cliff on
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the other side. It was pretty shadowed. What I remember
is that we were about halfway across the trestle I
felt Jimmy's entire arm hit my chest, forcing me to stop.
I was on the right, Jimmy in the center, and
Will to his left, And when I looked at Jimmy
to get the WTF out, he made a motion with
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his hands and pointed down at the tent. We were
high up, but whatever it was was walking around the
fire slowly. It was big, not just big, but very
big and bipedal. I could see the top of the
tent below its hips as it moved around. I stared
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at it. I think we were quiet time FROs so
I really don't remember if we watched it for ten
minutes or forty five seconds, but it seemed like forever.
We watched as it explored, but it never made any
attempt to get into the tent and seemed kind of
obsessed with the fire. Fear eventually took over and we
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ran asses and elbows to Jimmy's place, where the adrenaline
rush finally able to fade away. All we could do
is talk about what we saw. We went out the
next morning all around the tent in mud, sand rocks
or whatever. It was obvious something big had been moving.
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Very large depressions were visible, and as you might guess,
the stuff we left was unmolested and exactly as we
left it. Adult me would have gone into the woods.
Young me gave that idea a solid hell no. We
quickly packed stuff up and got it home. We never
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crossed the trestle again. We did go swimming, though, and
the summers went on as they do, but we never
went into the woods ever, and never left the group.
It's not a great story, and I've never told it
publicly before. It is something that makes me watch shows
and read from time to time. Like others here will
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probably tell you, once you see something like that, you
take those images and memories with you everywhere you go.
It's haunting.
Speaker 2 (16:43):
I was fifteen years old when this happened to me.
Summer camp was always a special time for me. It
was my own personal vacation I got to go to
to get away from my everyday life. I know, I
was fifteen. What did I have to worry about? I
had no adult responsibilities. I didn't answer to a boss,
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and I didn't have any bills to pay. Why would
I want to escape that? Well, it wasn't that that
I was trying to leave behind. It was my parents. Now,
don't get me wrong, my parents were great. I never
suffered any abuse, but they both worked stressful jobs and
never got to see each other. When they did, their
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discussions always turned to animate it, and then they turned
it into even louder disagreements with each other. I would
always just head to my room when they both happened
to be home at the same time and put in
my headphones to drowne out the noise. I often wondered
why they didn't just get a divorce. It seemed they
never agreed on anything, especially me. Decisions would be made
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about what I was and wasn't allowed to do, and
they always contradicted the other. I looked forward to my
sleep away camp. I got to hang out with my friends,
stay out on the lake as long as we could,
and just be one with nature. I always felt that's
where I belonged anyway, and was anticipating my eighteenth birthday
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more and more so I could make that my life.
The day was warm when they dropped me off, I
ran and met up with my friends, and we went
to the main hall, as we always did, to hear
from our main camp leader about what activities we would
be doing and to introduce our camp counselors. The rules
were always the same, so we really never paid much attention.
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I was excited to learn, however, that one of our
new camp counselors would be taking us into the woods
to have dinner around the fire and sleep in tents
instead of always staying in the cabin we were assigned to.
My best friend Jeremy and I always got to bump together,
and the tent assigned. The night of the camp was
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no different. We silently celebrated and gathered our things to
take to our respective cabins. The day of the camp
out was long and hot. We did many activities and
counted down the hours until dusk. The councilor loudly blew
his whistle. As the sun began to sink lower into
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the sky and the temperature began to drop. We all
gathered up in a large bunch with the other campers
to hear what was coming next. Finally, instructions for the
camp out was given. Don't wander too far away from
the camp's fire circle, don't do anything to destroy the property,
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and don't use the woods as your personal bathroom. Use
the outdoor bathrooms and stick. We all excitedly ran to
our cabins and grabbed what we would need. We met
back up with a counselor and all the other kids
to head into the woods. Amazing, and the air in
the woods seemed different than the air back at the cabins.
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It smelled like home freedom. As we walked, Jeremy found
a large spider's web in a tree and pretended he
was going to grab the spider that waited for its
next meal and throw it on me. I shoved him hard,
and we walked on. The sun sank lower and lower,
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and we finally made it to the pre made fire circle,
which was half a mile to a mile into the woods.
We all set up our tents as the counselor started
the fire and laid out things for dinner and s'mores
for dessert. The stars were bright that night against the
deep purple color of the sky. The fire crackled and
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we ate heartily and then began making our s'mores. Tom
for scary stories, because who doesn't tell frightening tales around
a fire in the dark. I was silently laughing to
myself as the girls there all gasped at the stories
that were told. As I listened to the counselor tow
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one of his made up ghost stories, I heard footsteps
fall behind us. I dismissed it and chalked it up
to being in the woods and smaller animals would be
walking around all the while, though noting how heavy the
footsteps actually were. That wasn't one of your typical raccoon footsteps.
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These were large. I got Jeremy's attention and motioned for
him to listen for the steps being taken in typical fashion.
He lightly shoved my shoulder, believing I was only trying
to scare him, but that wasn't the case at all.
Before we all turned in for the night, I asked
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to go to the bathroom. The counselor said I could,
but that we were all on the buddy system and
I had to take Jeremy with me along with our
flashlighth Jeremy ribbed me all the way there, saying that
he would hold my hand and keep me safe. Jerk. Nonetheless,
we walked to the porter potty As I was finishing
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up and cleaning my hands, Jeremy started pounding on the
side of the porter. Potty, geez, man, hold on, I'm
mist finished, I yelled, You probably shouldn't have had that
third chili dog. Jeremy continued to bang on the side. Perturbed.
I opened the door, and that's when I saw that
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Jeremy's face was as pale as the moon that glowed
in the sky. He was looking into the woods, and
he was shaking. Jeremy was never the type who showed
fear to anything, but seeing him like this made the
hair on the back of my neck stand straight up.
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I grabbed his shoulders, trying to snap him out of
it and find out what was wrong there, big tall bear,
he finally mustered out. His flashlight was pointed at a
tree a little ways away from us. That's when I
saw it. Briefly, it would move just enough to where
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we could see the tufts of hair from around the tree,
but then it would jerk back around until it wasn't
visible anymore. I stood there, confused, because that didn't really
seem like bear behavior. Never in nature had I heard
any bear accounts where they would play pink a boo
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around a tree. We both stood staring at this tree.
After a few minutes of not seeing anything, we both
decided to quickly make our way back, being sure not
to run. The group was still around the fire When
we got back. The councilor sent something was wrong because
we weren't our jovial selves as we had been, but
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he refrained from saying anything. He just stared at us
Before going into the tent for the night. He pulled
us off to the side and asked what was wrong
and what had happened. He was a nice guy and
I didn't want to ruin his first camp out as
a counselor. Jeremy and I came up with this BS
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story on a whim of how we had scared each
other as we walked. Once he was appeased, we hustled
into the tent and quickly zipped the door closed. We
felt as safe thin as we could and closed in
a vinyl tent. We talked and made a plan for
just in case we heard anything else. We agreed that
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we weren't going to keep both flashlights on. I would
keep mine on and we would save the battery in
his and keep it off. I had never felt more
uneasy in the woods. The sounds around us weren't too foreign,
typical crickets tripping, but all the while, having just experienced
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what we did, it was now unnerving.
Speaker 1 (25:08):
Stay tuned for more, but the big foot report, we'll
be right back.
Speaker 2 (25:14):
We lay later in silence, forever, it seemed, not talking,
only listening to the sounds around us. Finally we drifted
off to sleep, but it was a sleep that would
be short lived, as I was awoken by the heavy
footfalls again. I listened intently to tell the direction they
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were coming from. To my horror, they were coming from
the same direction as that porter potty. To keep from
being filled with fear again, I told myself it was
just the counselor coming back from using the bathroom and
to chill out. I tend to overthink everything, and I
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felt that instance was not any different. I waited to
hear the zipper of his tent closed, but it never did,
and I still heard the footsteps. I shook Jeremy awake
and told him what happened. Obviously irritated that I had
woken him up, he told me to put my headphones
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in and go back to sleep. The quicker we go
to sleep, the quicker morning will come and we can leave,
he said. The counselor's tent isn't too far from ours,
and I'm sure if it was something he thought was threatening,
he'd come out and look around. I took his words
those spewed out in fear and frustration as comforting. He
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was probably right anyway, and this was just my overthinking.
I put my headphones in and turned on the music,
drownding out every sound around us. The crickets tripping ceased,
and I finally felt myself drifting off again. I don't
know how long I had been asleep, but I was
violently awoken. Jeremy, it's outside our tent. There is something
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outside our tent, he said, His eyes were wide as saucers.
I quickly woke up and jerk my headphones out of
my ears and listened. You could hear it by the
fire ring of food. The smell must have brought it in.
We both thought bear. But bears don't always walk on
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two feet, they primarily walk on all fours. But this
was clearly something heavy and on two feet. We heard
it gruffed and snort as it picked up what could
only be an empty chip bag and smelled it. It
crumbled the bag and tossed it. Whatever this was walked
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closer to our tent, and in the shadow of this
beast bounced off the side of our tent. This was
no bear, and we knew we were in deep crack.
Why wasn't the counselor coming out? Didn't he hear this?
How could he and the other camper sleep through this?
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It's not like it was being quiet. Then it occurred
to me that maybe they were awake and were hearing this,
just too afraid to come out or to say anything.
What do we do, Jeremy whispered as he looked around
the sides of the tent. I had no idea. I
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didn't know what to do in this instant. We didn't
have any weapons. We were only fifteen. We didn't even
have any bear spray. Even though we knew this wasn't
a bear. The bear spray may have worked. We just
sat there in silence, listening to this thing walk around.
Finally it found the trash can. It haphazardly threw the
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plastic lid off and onto the ground. It made a
loud thud, and at that time I knew that if
the counselor and other campers weren't awake before they were.
Then made my way to the door of the tent,
and Jeremy grabbed my shirt. What in the hell are
you doing, he asked angrily. I said nothing, but slightly
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and silently as I could. I had begun to slowly
unzip my tent. My mind screamed at me, asking the
same question Jeremy just had. I was scared, but I
was also curious. One of my downfalls and one of
the many things my parents argued about Curiosity kills the cat.
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It echoed through my mind, but I had to know.
My heart was in my throat as I continued on
zipping the tent. I wasn't going to open it all
the way, of course. I was just curious, not stupid,
but I just wanted to see what this was. I
quickly regretted this to say. A large, tall, hulking creature
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bent over the trash can, rummaging through the leftovers from
dinner and s'mores. It threw out the empty bag of marshmallows,
empty box of gram crackers, and then the empty bag
of hot dog buns. It remained still searching until it
reached the bottom of the can and finally found the
half eaten hot dogs in chili. I watched it as
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it scooped it up and put it into its mouth.
The hands on this thing were as big as baseball gloves.
I couldn't see too much, but what I did see
was more than enough to ensure I would be haunted
by this night for the rest of my life. I
looked around, and that's when I saw the counselor had
done the same thing I did. He had unzipped his
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tent a little more than I and I could see
a fourth of his face peeking out. Yep, we're screwed,
I whispered to Jeremy. The counselor isn't doing anything but
looking through his tense zipper too. What is it? Jeremy asked, curious,
but too afraid to move. I didn't know what to
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tell him because I didn't know what I was looking at.
I hadn't heard a big foot before this. Just as
soon as this beast made it into camp, it left
just the same, walking in the direction of the creek.
The ground shook as it walked away, luckily only leaving
a messive trash behind. I zipped the tent and Jeremy
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and I stayed awake for the rest of the night.
I was sure the camp counselor did the same. I
did hate it for him. It was his first camp
out in the woods with us, and now, just like me,
would be traumatized and afraid to do this again. As
soon as the sun broke the horizon, we all cautiously
came out of the tents and looked around. The councilor
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picked up the trash and put it back and closed
the lid without saying a word. We all helped him
clean up the camp area and pack up to go.
Jeremy and I talked quietly amongst ourselves on the way
back about what happened. The girls seemed quiet as well,
which was odd. We wondered if they had heard or
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seen this thing, but dismissed it because had they seen that,
they would have screamed and we all probably would have died.
Later that night, the council told us to the side
before bed and confided in us what he had seen.
He apparently saw me peeking out of our tent as well.
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We agreed we were going to keep this to ourselves.
I thought that would be the best option. Also, no
one would believe us anyway, and it would chalk us
up to having an over active imagination and the counselor
would probably lose his job. Jeremy and I had grown
closer that summer, and we formed a good relationship with
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a camp counselor as well. No one spoke with that
night after we all parted ways. Fast forward to today
and I'm now twenty two. I became a park ranger
after graduating, and I'm always on high alert when in
the woods. I became more knowledgeable in everything that's in
the woods and what isn't there it's not supposed to exist.
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I took that sleep away camp as a learning experience
and I've carried that with me. Jeremy and I are
still best friends and he too is a park ranger.
Speaker 1 (33:41):
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We thank you. We'll talk again soon.
Speaker 3 (34:56):
Through the woods, the pine trees, sway, shadows long at
end of day, Bigfoots call on the whispering breathe. Secrets
kept by ancient dreams, dog Man house.
Speaker 4 (35:17):
Bringeath the moon.
Speaker 3 (35:20):
Echoes in the silent dune.
Speaker 2 (35:25):
Tracks.
Speaker 3 (35:25):
We five, but answers none. A hunt for truth that's
just begun. We're searching past the fire light. Four creatures
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hidden our sight in the forest, hardware shadows lay seeking
secrets in the twilight. Through the fall, a shaped did
gly skin walker eyes wide, legends of Oh, we chase
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to night in the dark, our lanterns bright by the creek,
oil water spill whispers rye. The windsow chill, full of
steep man tails on toll in this land.
Speaker 4 (36:40):
The myths of O.
Speaker 3 (36:52):
We're searching past the fire light full creature's hidden, out
of sight in the forest heart, where shadows lay, seeking
sea crits in the twilight brim
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 an expert when it comes
to bigfoot.
Speaker 2 (00:25):
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. You're only
kidding yourself.
Speaker 1 (00:45):
We have got to get it 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 experiperience them, those who have witnessed them and
experienced them in their own environment.
Speaker 2 (01:10):
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 here, a support hold for those who have
had their own encounters with that which is not supposed
to exist.
Speaker 1 (01:29):
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 aligned, they're not all crazy.
There are some very reputable, good people out there that
have seen something. What's going on, everybody, It's Wayne, Welcome
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back to the Bigfoot Report. Tiffany and I have a
few more that we would like to share with you today.
We're gonna be talking about the Bigfoot photo finish, then
we're gonna tell you about three boys in their camping trip,
and then Tiffany is going to finish it all with
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the Bigfoot Summer Camp. These are three really really cool
encounters submitted to us, and we hope that you guys
will continue to get those in. If you've had an
encounter that you would like for Tiffany or myself to narrate,
please send those to the Bigfoot Report podcast at gmail
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dot com. Again, that's the Bigfoot Report podcast at gmail
dot com. We know you guys are ready. We're ready,
so we're gonna get started.
Speaker 2 (02:56):
I am writing today to finally tell my story, not
really a story, though, seeing is how it really happened.
I assume that encounter would be a better word for it,
or maybe sighting. I must add that I haven't ever
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had anything like this occur and I haven't told anyone
about it. This has been the bane of my existence
since seeing whatever it is that I saw that day.
To give some context, we'll start at the beginning. I
am a wildlife photographer. I do this as a hobby
and to experience all that nature has to offer. I
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have captured many wild animals and am used to traveling
all over in order to get the perfect shot. It
was wintertime in my hometown and I found myself listless
driving some backcountry road. As I was driving, I noticed
that the birds were lying and almost a zig zag
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like pattern out in front of me. I found it
to be very odd just then, and in an instant,
a doe ran right out in front of my car.
I almost hit her because I was so focused on
the weird flight pattern of the birds. Nonetheless, she made
it safely to the other side of the road and
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looked back at me as I sat there, shakling with adrenaline.
Why do deer do that? Anyway, she had a look
about her and I know this is strange, but I'm
just telling you how it happened. But it was almost
like she wanted me to follow her. Animals have that
way about them. I've experienced it before many times in
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the woods. I decided it wouldn't hurt. The backdrop of
the woods would make for a great photo with the
sparse trees and snow on the ground. I pulled off
to the side of the road and gathered my gear.
I almost lost sight of her, but then caught the
last glimpse of her tail flick before she went into
the woodline ahead of me. I followed a little ways back.
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I wanted to take her picture in her truest form,
simply a wild animal in nature. She had walked on
ahead and stopped in a crowd of trees with a
single stump standing alone in the middle. She started eating
something on the stump, and I was able to catch
the best shot of her to back up just the hair.
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As I held my camera up and looked into the
lens to take a picture. As I hid in some brush,
I saw just past her in the trees a large
dark shape. I didn't know what it was, and I
figured it was just a smudge on the lens and
proceeded to wipe it all. When I bought the camera
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back up, however, it was still there. I took the
picture anyway, figuring it was just another larger stump, I
made a slight foot adjustment before I took the next picture,
and a loud crack echoed, scaring the dough away and
ruining my chances at any more pictures. I had snapped
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a branch that lay just under my foot. That's when
I noticed that she wasn't the only animal that moved.
What I had previously thought to be a larger stump
also moved. It didn't take off running as she had,
though I was instantly filled with dread and fear. I
had brought my camera cover with me, and the only
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thing I knew to do was to lay down as
fast and as flat and as quietly as I could
and cover myself with it. Not the conventional use for that,
but it was my best shot. Whatever this thing was
turned around and started sniffing out the air, almost like
a typical wild animal. But as many times as I
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had been out, I knew this wasn't your normal run
of the mill wild animal, at least none I have
ever experienced. Anyway, I lay there trembling, looking through the
small sticks that surrounded my line of sight with this big,
hulking creature. Why was the deer not afraid. Did she
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not notice it or just not care? Maybe she was
used to it and then let it bother her. I
had so many thoughts running through my head, but I
didn't have time to process any of them. This beast
stood up and kept standing up. I haven't ever seen
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anything as tall as this in the woods, that's for sure.
I am a modest height of six foot to six
foot one, but this thing had to have been every
bit of bare minimum seven and a half to eight
feet tall. My mouth went dry, and I found myself
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wishing he would sit back down in order to be
a little less intimidating. I know he smelled me. He
took a long, deep draw of air in his lungs
through his nose. I am really surprised by movements as
well as the doughs hadn't stirred it before. It was
a chance photo opportunity with the dough so I hadn't
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worried about spraying myself to neutralize my own scent like
I normally would have done. He looked in my direction.
I tried to lay as still as possible. The eyes
searched for a movement, and if he didn't already know
where I was by smelling me. I didn't want him
to see the quiver of the cover I had haphazardly
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laid over top of me. The only thing I could
compare him to was a gorilla, but we had none
of those in our woods. His face, though, wasn't quite
like a gorilla, despite the other gorilla like features. He
was tall, super wide, had big hulking legs, long arms,
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and a wide torso as well. He had traps on
him like a heavy weightlifter, no neck, but his face
was so most human. He had ears like we do.
I'm assuming I didn't see any on the top of
his head, but the hair on him was so long
you couldn't see them. That's when it dawned on me.
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He had hair, not fur. It was a dark ground
to a most black color. I couldn't figure out what
this was that I was looking at. His eyes were large,
nose flat, and he had a wide, thin lip. I
felt like I was so close to him. I'm not
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great at distances, but to tell those features, I was
too close for comfort, in my opinion. I wanted so
badly to take a picture, but I knew moving to
aim my camera would be an instant giveaway, and I
would have been dog through. I watched him, almost afraid
to breathe and definitely afraid to move. He sniffed the
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air a few more times and turned away from me
and started walking in the opposite direction. I laid there
until just before dark, before I felt comfortable enough to move.
I hadn't heard any other sounds, so I gathered my
things as quickly as possible and ran as fast as
I could to my car. I thought about that chance
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encounter for a long time. I thought about giving up
my wildlife photography hobby, seeing as how I really looked
out that day and how I didn't ever want to
see another one of those things again. But I love
what I do and that just wasn't an option, no
matter how afraid I was. Every time afterwards, though, that
I went into the woods, I always for this creature,
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hoping to not find it. I have a one hundred
percent success rate, and that if I haven't seen anything
like it since that day. I overheard the chatter in
my town about possible bigfoot sightings, but dismissed them, thinking
there wasn't a creature like that, or I would have
seen them by now. With how often I am in
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the woods. I guess that's what this was, and wishing
that I had listened to those stories more closely. Now,
that's when I got curious about this and what I
had encountered, and I ran across and started listening to
your podcast. I like your style and how you listen
to people. You're not judgmental, let you pay attention. I
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felt more comfortable of sending this encounter to you, knowing
that it wouldn't be scoffed at. That's why I haven't
bothered telling anyone else. I knew they wouldn't believe me anyway.
I know this encounter isn't too long or way out there,
but it is mine.
Speaker 1 (12:00):
Nonetheless, stay tuned for more but the big Foot Report.
We'll be right back for an all two brief period
of time. My friends and I lived a lot like
every kid in a Spielberg movie. We were pheral gen
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X kids in ye old early eighties. I lived in
Hartford County, Maryland, and on a Friday in early summer,
two friends and I decided to head to the winters
Run River, where we swam constantly in the summertime. We
knew it very well. We decided to camp and took
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our Coleman four person tent and blankets and such. We
didn't have much in the way of gear, but when
you're young, it doesn't matter. Jimmy was oldest, there was
Will and me at the time. There was a large
to me anyway farm ending at the river and then
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ending in a cliff that we jumped from to swim.
Crossing the trestle would take you to the wooded side
with a much better bank on the river suitable for
a tent, which is exactly what we put up. We
lit a fire on the bank and just swam and
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did kid stuff. No devils, lettuce or booze. We were
just being dudes. At some point, I really don't remember
how things happened. The sun was going down and we
were hungry, having eaten whatever we brought. We had a
few dollars and decided to walk back along the tracks
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to a convenience store to get a couple of boxes
of Little Debbie snapcakes or something. Anyone else remembered the
box of oatmeal pie cookies for ninety nine cents. With
our barrel kid provisions, we started walking back. The sun
had gone down considerably, and because The tent was against
the woods on a low bank with the cliff on
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the other side. It was pretty shadowed. What I remember
is that we were about halfway across the trestle I
felt Jimmy's entire arm hit my chest, forcing me to stop.
I was on the right, Jimmy in the center, and
Will to his left, And when I looked at Jimmy
to get the WTF out, he made a motion with
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his hands and pointed down at the tent. We were
high up, but whatever it was was walking around the
fire slowly. It was big, not just big, but very
big and bipedal. I could see the top of the
tent below its hips as it moved around. I stared
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at it. I think we were quiet time FROs so
I really don't remember if we watched it for ten
minutes or forty five seconds, but it seemed like forever.
We watched as it explored, but it never made any
attempt to get into the tent and seemed kind of
obsessed with the fire. Fear eventually took over and we
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ran asses and elbows to Jimmy's place, where the adrenaline
rush finally able to fade away. All we could do
is talk about what we saw. We went out the
next morning all around the tent in mud, sand rocks
or whatever. It was obvious something big had been moving.
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Very large depressions were visible, and as you might guess,
the stuff we left was unmolested and exactly as we
left it. Adult me would have gone into the woods.
Young me gave that idea a solid hell no. We
quickly packed stuff up and got it home. We never
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crossed the trestle again. We did go swimming, though, and
the summers went on as they do, but we never
went into the woods ever, and never left the group.
It's not a great story, and I've never told it
publicly before. It is something that makes me watch shows
and read from time to time. Like others here will
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probably tell you, once you see something like that, you
take those images and memories with you everywhere you go.
It's haunting.
Speaker 2 (16:43):
I was fifteen years old when this happened to me.
Summer camp was always a special time for me. It
was my own personal vacation I got to go to
to get away from my everyday life. I know, I
was fifteen. What did I have to worry about? I
had no adult responsibilities. I didn't answer to a boss,
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and I didn't have any bills to pay. Why would
I want to escape that? Well, it wasn't that that
I was trying to leave behind. It was my parents. Now,
don't get me wrong, my parents were great. I never
suffered any abuse, but they both worked stressful jobs and
never got to see each other. When they did, their
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discussions always turned to animate it, and then they turned
it into even louder disagreements with each other. I would
always just head to my room when they both happened
to be home at the same time and put in
my headphones to drowne out the noise. I often wondered
why they didn't just get a divorce. It seemed they
never agreed on anything, especially me. Decisions would be made
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about what I was and wasn't allowed to do, and
they always contradicted the other. I looked forward to my
sleep away camp. I got to hang out with my friends,
stay out on the lake as long as we could,
and just be one with nature. I always felt that's
where I belonged anyway, and was anticipating my eighteenth birthday
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more and more so I could make that my life.
The day was warm when they dropped me off, I
ran and met up with my friends, and we went
to the main hall, as we always did, to hear
from our main camp leader about what activities we would
be doing and to introduce our camp counselors. The rules
were always the same, so we really never paid much attention.
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I was excited to learn, however, that one of our
new camp counselors would be taking us into the woods
to have dinner around the fire and sleep in tents
instead of always staying in the cabin we were assigned to.
My best friend Jeremy and I always got to bump together,
and the tent assigned. The night of the camp was
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no different. We silently celebrated and gathered our things to
take to our respective cabins. The day of the camp
out was long and hot. We did many activities and
counted down the hours until dusk. The councilor loudly blew
his whistle. As the sun began to sink lower into
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the sky and the temperature began to drop. We all
gathered up in a large bunch with the other campers
to hear what was coming next. Finally, instructions for the
camp out was given. Don't wander too far away from
the camp's fire circle, don't do anything to destroy the property,
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and don't use the woods as your personal bathroom. Use
the outdoor bathrooms and stick. We all excitedly ran to
our cabins and grabbed what we would need. We met
back up with a counselor and all the other kids
to head into the woods. Amazing, and the air in
the woods seemed different than the air back at the cabins.
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It smelled like home freedom. As we walked, Jeremy found
a large spider's web in a tree and pretended he
was going to grab the spider that waited for its
next meal and throw it on me. I shoved him hard,
and we walked on. The sun sank lower and lower,
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and we finally made it to the pre made fire circle,
which was half a mile to a mile into the woods.
We all set up our tents as the counselor started
the fire and laid out things for dinner and s'mores
for dessert. The stars were bright that night against the
deep purple color of the sky. The fire crackled and
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we ate heartily and then began making our s'mores. Tom
for scary stories, because who doesn't tell frightening tales around
a fire in the dark. I was silently laughing to
myself as the girls there all gasped at the stories
that were told. As I listened to the counselor tow
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one of his made up ghost stories, I heard footsteps
fall behind us. I dismissed it and chalked it up
to being in the woods and smaller animals would be
walking around all the while, though noting how heavy the
footsteps actually were. That wasn't one of your typical raccoon footsteps.
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These were large. I got Jeremy's attention and motioned for
him to listen for the steps being taken in typical fashion.
He lightly shoved my shoulder, believing I was only trying
to scare him, but that wasn't the case at all.
Before we all turned in for the night, I asked
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to go to the bathroom. The counselor said I could,
but that we were all on the buddy system and
I had to take Jeremy with me along with our
flashlighth Jeremy ribbed me all the way there, saying that
he would hold my hand and keep me safe. Jerk. Nonetheless,
we walked to the porter potty As I was finishing
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up and cleaning my hands, Jeremy started pounding on the
side of the porter. Potty, geez, man, hold on, I'm
mist finished, I yelled, You probably shouldn't have had that
third chili dog. Jeremy continued to bang on the side. Perturbed.
I opened the door, and that's when I saw that
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Jeremy's face was as pale as the moon that glowed
in the sky. He was looking into the woods, and
he was shaking. Jeremy was never the type who showed
fear to anything, but seeing him like this made the
hair on the back of my neck stand straight up.
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I grabbed his shoulders, trying to snap him out of
it and find out what was wrong there, big tall bear,
he finally mustered out. His flashlight was pointed at a
tree a little ways away from us. That's when I
saw it. Briefly, it would move just enough to where
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we could see the tufts of hair from around the tree,
but then it would jerk back around until it wasn't
visible anymore. I stood there, confused, because that didn't really
seem like bear behavior. Never in nature had I heard
any bear accounts where they would play pink a boo
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around a tree. We both stood staring at this tree.
After a few minutes of not seeing anything, we both
decided to quickly make our way back, being sure not
to run. The group was still around the fire When
we got back. The councilor sent something was wrong because
we weren't our jovial selves as we had been, but
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he refrained from saying anything. He just stared at us
Before going into the tent for the night. He pulled
us off to the side and asked what was wrong
and what had happened. He was a nice guy and
I didn't want to ruin his first camp out as
a counselor. Jeremy and I came up with this BS
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story on a whim of how we had scared each
other as we walked. Once he was appeased, we hustled
into the tent and quickly zipped the door closed. We
felt as safe thin as we could and closed in
a vinyl tent. We talked and made a plan for
just in case we heard anything else. We agreed that
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we weren't going to keep both flashlights on. I would
keep mine on and we would save the battery in
his and keep it off. I had never felt more
uneasy in the woods. The sounds around us weren't too foreign,
typical crickets tripping, but all the while, having just experienced
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what we did, it was now unnerving.
Speaker 1 (25:08):
Stay tuned for more, but the big foot report, we'll
be right back.
Speaker 2 (25:14):
We lay later in silence, forever, it seemed, not talking,
only listening to the sounds around us. Finally we drifted
off to sleep, but it was a sleep that would
be short lived, as I was awoken by the heavy
footfalls again. I listened intently to tell the direction they
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were coming from. To my horror, they were coming from
the same direction as that porter potty. To keep from
being filled with fear again, I told myself it was
just the counselor coming back from using the bathroom and
to chill out. I tend to overthink everything, and I
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felt that instance was not any different. I waited to
hear the zipper of his tent closed, but it never did,
and I still heard the footsteps. I shook Jeremy awake
and told him what happened. Obviously irritated that I had
woken him up, he told me to put my headphones
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in and go back to sleep. The quicker we go
to sleep, the quicker morning will come and we can leave,
he said. The counselor's tent isn't too far from ours,
and I'm sure if it was something he thought was threatening,
he'd come out and look around. I took his words
those spewed out in fear and frustration as comforting. He
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was probably right anyway, and this was just my overthinking.
I put my headphones in and turned on the music,
drownding out every sound around us. The crickets tripping ceased,
and I finally felt myself drifting off again. I don't
know how long I had been asleep, but I was
violently awoken. Jeremy, it's outside our tent. There is something
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outside our tent, he said, His eyes were wide as saucers.
I quickly woke up and jerk my headphones out of
my ears and listened. You could hear it by the
fire ring of food. The smell must have brought it in.
We both thought bear. But bears don't always walk on
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two feet, they primarily walk on all fours. But this
was clearly something heavy and on two feet. We heard
it gruffed and snort as it picked up what could
only be an empty chip bag and smelled it. It
crumbled the bag and tossed it. Whatever this was walked
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closer to our tent, and in the shadow of this
beast bounced off the side of our tent. This was
no bear, and we knew we were in deep crack.
Why wasn't the counselor coming out? Didn't he hear this?
How could he and the other camper sleep through this?
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It's not like it was being quiet. Then it occurred
to me that maybe they were awake and were hearing this,
just too afraid to come out or to say anything.
What do we do, Jeremy whispered as he looked around
the sides of the tent. I had no idea. I
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didn't know what to do in this instant. We didn't
have any weapons. We were only fifteen. We didn't even
have any bear spray. Even though we knew this wasn't
a bear. The bear spray may have worked. We just
sat there in silence, listening to this thing walk around.
Finally it found the trash can. It haphazardly threw the
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plastic lid off and onto the ground. It made a
loud thud, and at that time I knew that if
the counselor and other campers weren't awake before they were.
Then made my way to the door of the tent,
and Jeremy grabbed my shirt. What in the hell are
you doing, he asked angrily. I said nothing, but slightly
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and silently as I could. I had begun to slowly
unzip my tent. My mind screamed at me, asking the
same question Jeremy just had. I was scared, but I
was also curious. One of my downfalls and one of
the many things my parents argued about Curiosity kills the cat.
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It echoed through my mind, but I had to know.
My heart was in my throat as I continued on
zipping the tent. I wasn't going to open it all
the way, of course. I was just curious, not stupid,
but I just wanted to see what this was. I
quickly regretted this to say. A large, tall, hulking creature
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bent over the trash can, rummaging through the leftovers from
dinner and s'mores. It threw out the empty bag of marshmallows,
empty box of gram crackers, and then the empty bag
of hot dog buns. It remained still searching until it
reached the bottom of the can and finally found the
half eaten hot dogs in chili. I watched it as
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it scooped it up and put it into its mouth.
The hands on this thing were as big as baseball gloves.
I couldn't see too much, but what I did see
was more than enough to ensure I would be haunted
by this night for the rest of my life. I
looked around, and that's when I saw the counselor had
done the same thing I did. He had unzipped his
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tent a little more than I and I could see
a fourth of his face peeking out. Yep, we're screwed,
I whispered to Jeremy. The counselor isn't doing anything but
looking through his tense zipper too. What is it? Jeremy asked, curious,
but too afraid to move. I didn't know what to
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tell him because I didn't know what I was looking at.
I hadn't heard a big foot before this. Just as
soon as this beast made it into camp, it left
just the same, walking in the direction of the creek.
The ground shook as it walked away, luckily only leaving
a messive trash behind. I zipped the tent and Jeremy
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and I stayed awake for the rest of the night.
I was sure the camp counselor did the same. I
did hate it for him. It was his first camp
out in the woods with us, and now, just like me,
would be traumatized and afraid to do this again. As
soon as the sun broke the horizon, we all cautiously
came out of the tents and looked around. The councilor
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picked up the trash and put it back and closed
the lid without saying a word. We all helped him
clean up the camp area and pack up to go.
Jeremy and I talked quietly amongst ourselves on the way
back about what happened. The girls seemed quiet as well,
which was odd. We wondered if they had heard or
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seen this thing, but dismissed it because had they seen that,
they would have screamed and we all probably would have died.
Later that night, the council told us to the side
before bed and confided in us what he had seen.
He apparently saw me peeking out of our tent as well.
(32:39):
We agreed we were going to keep this to ourselves.
I thought that would be the best option. Also, no
one would believe us anyway, and it would chalk us
up to having an over active imagination and the counselor
would probably lose his job. Jeremy and I had grown
closer that summer, and we formed a good relationship with
(33:00):
a camp counselor as well. No one spoke with that
night after we all parted ways. Fast forward to today
and I'm now twenty two. I became a park ranger
after graduating, and I'm always on high alert when in
the woods. I became more knowledgeable in everything that's in
the woods and what isn't there it's not supposed to exist.
(33:26):
I took that sleep away camp as a learning experience
and I've carried that with me. Jeremy and I are
still best friends and he too is a park ranger.
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Speaker 3 (34:56):
Through the woods, the pine trees, sway, shadows long at
end of day, Bigfoots call on the whispering breathe. Secrets
kept by ancient dreams, dog Man house.
Speaker 4 (35:17):
Bringeath the moon.
Speaker 3 (35:20):
Echoes in the silent dune.
Speaker 2 (35:25):
Tracks.
Speaker 3 (35:25):
We five, but answers none. A hunt for truth that's
just begun. We're searching past the fire light. Four creatures
(35:48):
hidden our sight in the forest, hardware shadows lay seeking
secrets in the twilight. Through the fall, a shaped did
gly skin walker eyes wide, legends of Oh, we chase
(36:17):
to night in the dark, our lanterns bright by the creek,
oil water spill whispers rye. The windsow chill, full of
steep man tails on toll in this land.
Speaker 4 (36:40):
The myths of O.
Speaker 3 (36:52):
We're searching past the fire light full creature's hidden, out
of sight in the forest heart, where shadows lay, seeking
sea crits in the twilight brim
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