May 2, 2025 • 45 mins
On this episode of The Bigfoot Report, we bring you some more first hand encounters with the big guys. Tiffany flies solo on this one. She compiled several new accounts and narrated them just for you guys. She did an amazing job, and we know you will enjoy!
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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 ear, a support pold 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. Hey, what's going on, everybody? Welcome back
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to the Bigfoot Report, guys. I would love to tell
you that Tiffany and I have a few more encounters
that we would like to share with you, but that
wouldn't be entirely accurate this go around, because it's just Tiffany.
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Tiffany has compiled several little encounter stories and wanted to
share them with you. She got on and recorded them
and did a great job, and I know you guys
are going to enjoy them. All right, guys, I know
that you're ready. Miss Tiffany is ready. I'm just taking
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it easy on this one. Sit back, relax, let's get started.
Speaker 2 (02:39):
The night was cold, and the wind was blowing hard
across the side of my house, rattling my windows. I
hate winter and couldn't wait for those first warm moments
of the spring, for the long nights and even longer
conversations that I have missed having with my friends. I
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was also sure that whatever this man beast was wouldn't
be so apt to find his way to my place.
Looking for food, nor would he want to. I know
I got ahead of myself. Let me back up some
I moved out here on my own when I was
only nineteen years old. For context, I'm almost twenty three now.
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I had learned a lot from my folks and living
off grid, surrounded by nature, and they made it appear
so easy. I guess I still had a lot to learn.
The first year was great, though, I had made a
lot of progress and knew that this was perfect ideal
habitat for me. I was thankful for everything I had
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gleaned from my parents. Then I learned something for myself
the hard way. The only one thing they never taught
me about was this ravenous ape like thing that walked
on two legs. Yeah, I know, I assure you I'm
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not crazy. I'm not on drugs, and I only drink
on the rare occasion that me and my friends get
together to be us around the fire. But we haven't
had the gust to do that since we encountered this
bipedal thing. I don't know what else to call it,
I guess bigfoot. My dad and I built this place
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like Fort Knox, but I was still apprehensive that I
would even be safe after seeing that. I've heard every
sound that nature has to offer, bobcat screams, deer gruffs, birds, frogs,
you name it. Most sound ominous in the dark, no
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matter how innocent they may be. But this night we
would all hear something new, something dark, something we knew
just didn't belong. My friends and I were sitting around
the roaring Flames, just shooting the breeze and drinking beer,
typical stuff. But about an hour or so after being
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out there, my friend told me he heard something walking
behind us. It had just started to get the fall
felling in the air, light breezes that would send shivers
up your spine, and then the leaves had begun to fall.
I still had plenty of cover on the tree surrounding
my house to shroud things and mystery, but the crunching
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of the leaves gave whatever this was he heard away.
We all quit talking and turned down the music we
had on in the background. That's when we all heard
it walking. Something was walking on two feet. This definitely
wasn't a quadruped. This was bipedal, and it was heavy.
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Whatever it was, we all sat in a hush silence.
I was trying my hardest to figure out what this was,
and they had all started to look at me for answers.
Since I'm the one who lives here, I should know
everything that lives with me in the forest. But unfortunately
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I had no answer to give the questions their expressions
were asking. I blurted out the only thing I knew
would be even remotely reasonable, even though I doubted it
in my own mind. A bear. It has to be
a bear. They are known to walk on two feet,
at least in short distances. Anyway, I knew though, that
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this was not walking any short distances, and it was
beginning to circle us. We had narrowed down by sound
that it was either one walking really fast or the
not so positive answer of the group to the noise
surrounding us. There were two, maybe more, I had no idea.
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That's when the sound came, a low rumble that vibrated
through all of us. It had to have been working
this groll up from the bottom of its feet. The
roar exploded from its throat. My friends scattered to their
cars sitting nearby, screaming that ain't no bear, and two
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other of my friends ran into my house. I was
left there alone, holding my beer. I was afraid to run,
as the others had. I wanted to so bad, but
it felt like my feet were planted to the ground
with cement. I had visions of this beast bursting through
the trees and attacking me. I strained to see through
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the smoke and flames through to the trees. That's when
I saw its out line. This thing was tall. The
fire lit up then just enough to where I could
see clearly for only a few seconds as a piece
of wood was snapped by the fire. That is all
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I needed. It looked like a really tall gorilla, a
black gorilla. Its eyes shone an iridescent amber color. As
it opened its mouth, I waited for another explosive roar,
but it stood there, silent, making eye contact with me.
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All I could do was hope that it ran away.
I was pissed that I had been left there by
my friends. None of that mattered, though I felt deep
down I was toasted. I was only hoping that when
they explained what had happened to me, that someone would
believe them. Just then, a car horn blared, obnoxiously, breaking
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the foreboding silence. My buddy stuck his head out of
the car window and yelled obscenities at this thing, all
the while holding down that atrocious horn. I heard the
other one of these things from behind me. It was
running away. The sound of the leaves crunching brought peace.
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Now I just had the one in front of me
to deal with. I was still going to lose this battle,
and I knew it, but at least it was just
the one. A sharp howl rang out and could be
heard over the horn from behind me. The face of
this whatever I was looking at softened. It huffed at
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me as if to say, we're not finished here, and
then it closed its mouth. I was shaking. I had
no idea what to expect. Then it took off from
the opposite direction, crunching leaves as it ran. I stood
there for about ten to fifteen minutes in the silence,
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with only the crackling of the fire making noise. As
it slowly started to fizzle out. My buddy walked over
with a flashlight and pointed it at the woodline where
this thing was standing, and then behind me too nothing.
They were gone. I breathed a sigh of relief as
I felt my heart rate began to slow and realized
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at that time that I had pissed my pants. My
body was so stiff from fear. I had also crushed
my beer can. I felt like I was going to faint.
It was the aftermath of that adrenaline dump, no doubt.
The days and weeks following that event, I bought a
sturdy replace for my chickens, and I made sure I
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was inside a well before dark. I had plenty of
firepower and ammunition, but I have to be honest, I
don't know if it would even stop that thing. It
was so massive in size and in height. I still
suffer from nightmares to this day, even though it's been
a few years. It seems like every winter these things
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come around, and I don't know why. Am I living
in what used to be their sole territory. Are they
tempted by the chickens? Worse yet, is it me that
they want? I chose this place because of the liveability,
wide open areas for the garden, a good place near
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the house for chickens, a creek nearby for water. It
was perfect. Now every winter I questioned my decision and
wonder if it was the best one. I talked to
my dad about it, and well, you already know how
that conversation went. We haven't ever experienced anything like that,
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and if we had, you would know about it, was
what he said. Then he went on with questioning whether
or not I should just move out of the wilderness
to a city somewhere. I understand there's wildlife. I grew
up with them. But apes that walk on two feet
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that was a new one for me. But I don't
think I could bring myself to move to a cement
city out here. I do at least have freedom until
the winner. That is. I don't know if you can
use this or not. If you do, I appreciate it.
I think there's more to these things than one's own imagination.
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I did end up making up with my buddies, although
I do still rib them from time to time about
leaving me to face this thing alone. Thank you for
all that you do. I enjoy all of the shows.
Keep up the good work. It was the month of
July two thousand and nine in Fairbanks, Alaska. I was
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heading south on Auburn Drive toward Farmer's Loop, which was
about a mile away. It is a wooded area frequented
by homes and in general would be considered a populated area.
Houses are on an average about one hundred to two
hundred feet apart, with only the general area around and
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close to the homes cleared out. Most of the area
by far is wooded. It was the section of the
road where it passes by Pearl Creek Elementary School. The
school can be seen through the woods. Some of the
woods in the area are quite thick and in some
places can't be seen into more than about ten or
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fifteen feet, But in this area it had apparently been
cleaned out quite a bit and sitelines into the section
of the sighting were very open. The school and vegetable
garden could be seen off to the right from the
road I was on. It was about six pm and
I was heading home after a day of working on
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a deck that I was building. The weather was clear,
with the sun high in the sky. As I was driving,
I happened to notice a quote unquote man standing by
the right side of the road about one hundred yards ahead.
It was more of an unconscious recognition. There's nothing unusual
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about a man standing on the side of the road
in this area. As I got to within about fifty yards,
I look closer. That's no man I said to myself,
I was alone in the car. Shortly after that, one
or two seconds he bolted into the woods toward the school.
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He did it like a wild animal would do. Spooked,
I didn't slow down until I got to the place
where I I saw him go into the woods, which
is where I stopped. I could see him running away
from the road, and when he was into the woods,
about thirty yards or so, he turned left and was
now running parallel to the road in the same direction
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I was heading. I got a good look at him,
but not his face. I could have probably seen his
face had I not been so mesmerized and had the
presence of mind to look at it. I was busy
noticing other things. His fur or hair looked to be
about three to four inches all over the main part
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of his body. It was a reddish, rusty color. I
was mildly struck by how red it was, but it
definitely had some rustiness to it. He was about six
feet tall and looked to weigh about two hundred pounds.
He ran with a strange, hoppy kind of run. I
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watched him until he disappeared into the woods. There was
a road about one hundred yards ahead and I took
off to get to it so I could turn right
and in twenty year yards turn right again to the
road that seemingly had to be in there somewhere. The
woods I was looking into from that angle were quite thick,
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and I didn't see him and haven't seen him since
a little farther up on the right was the school
garden that had people in it around seven to ten,
which I'm now sorry I didn't stop to go talk
to them about it. The next day, as I was
driving into work on the deck, I naturally slowed down
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in the area I had seen him. I stopped, actually
and was surveying the area when a couple walking their
dogs were approaching. I flagged them down and told them
the story of what happened the evening prior, and they
had told me that about a week before, they were
with their dogs, were on the way other side of
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the school property by the soccer field, and three kids
came running over to them saying, did you see the sasquatch?
Did you see the sasquatch? They also said that what
appeared to be a dad was with them, who didn't
seem too excited about it. My conclusion to whether it
was real or not is summed up by saying it
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was either real or there was a man in a
very very convincing costume. I reported it to the Fishing
Game office in Fairbanks a couple days later. The person
who was taking the report was sort of rolling his
eyes through the whole thing, as he seemed to be
writing it down on a piece of scrap paper. I
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even asked him to take my phone number just in case.
Speaker 1 (17:50):
Stay tuned for more but the big Flip report. We'll
be right back.
Speaker 2 (17:58):
This particular incident occurred when I was young, approximately twenty
seven years ago. Due to the age of this report,
I doubt it will be of much research value. However,
do not dismiss this as a child's fantasy. I was
seven to eight years old, but I remember it in
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explicit detail. I have experienced one other possible contact myself
other than the one I am reporting now, but I
will wait to see if anyone is interested. As I said,
I was approximately seven to eight years old at the time.
I had heard of bigfoot before in seeing pictures on TV,
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but hadn't ever seen one before. My neighbor, who was
a year older than me, was spending the night We
were in my bedroom on the second floor of my
parents' home around two o'clock. We had not yet gone
to sleep and decided to rig the ice box and
went downstairs to the kitchen. The living room kitchen area
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is one big room sectioned off in the middle by
a counter. I went into the living room and turned
on the pole light, which was right beside one of
the large living room windows. The light, being right next
to the window, would illuminate a large part of the backyard.
Since we had no exterior floodlights, we often played late
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at night in the backyard using the light from that window.
When I turned the light on, perhaps more out of
habit than anything else, I took a quick glance into
the yard. What I saw was a very large, dark brown,
hairy creature. It was visible in the light for only
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a few seconds as it was walking away from the
house and eventually out of the light. Both my friend
and I saw it, and we ran for the bedroom
and stayed there until morning. I never told my pair
about it, and I have mentioned it to several friends
over the years in conversation, and they have all laughed
about it. I estimate the creature to have been about
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eight to nine feet tall. I gauged this by the
height of an oak tree that the creature walked by
within eight to ten feet up, which my dad and
I had transplanted there. The tree was around fifteen feet tall,
and the creature was approximately two thirds of that height.
The physical dimensions of the creature were enormous. I had
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never seen anything like it. I had seen apes at
the zoo, but this was nothing like that. The arms, shoulders,
and especially the legs were two to three times the
size of any appendages that I had ever seen. Very muscular.
The entire creature was covered in dark fur, not matted,
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but not furry. The arms were very long, and although
the creature walked upright, the hands as the creature walked,
hung almost to its knees. There was no break in
the fur from the head through the neck to its back.
It was just one solid piece of fur. The neck
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was larger in width the head, which gave it a
triangular shape from the top of the head to the shoulders.
When the light came on, it somewhat startled the creature
as it turned around to look my way, but did
not break stride. As it walked out of the light, However,
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when it turned, it did not just turn its head
as you would expect, but somewhat turned its entire upper
body from the chest up. It was quite common for
us neighborhood kids to sleep outside during the summer, but
it was several years before we went to do that again.
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In the morning, I walked out into the yard to
where the creature had walked through. There were large impressions
in the grass that went down to the dirt, not
very deep, but enough to leave a depression. I have
no idea of the length or width, just that two
of my feet would fit inside sideways and front to back. Also,
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I could not jump from one step to the next,
the stride was far too long. My friend and I
were sitting on his truck tailgate, parked in my parents' driveway,
looking at stars and laughing and talking. Very clear night
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with bright moonlight, rare for Washington. The truck was about
twenty feet from State Highway seven. A crab apple tree
had grown on the edge of the property, practically hanging
out in the road. The farm my family lived on
was surrounded by trees, and we could constantly hear the
wind run through them, but we heard a different type
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of tree movement from the crab apple tree by the highway,
and it caught our attention. It sounded like something pushing
the branches in and fruit snapping off. We got off
the truck and walked towards the tree. When we were
about fifteen feet from the tree, the noise stopped. Then
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we saw it, a large, pale animal upright on two legs.
It paid us little mind as it jogged out from
behind the tree and loped across the highway with ashsh
swish sound from its feet. It sounded like someone rubbing
two pieces of sandpaper together. I was transfixed by the legs.
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They remained so straight and took such long strides. The
left arms long and huge, deliberate strokes. And other than
the feet swishing, we heard no noise, no labor breathing,
creaky joints. Nothing. The visual portion was as follows, pill colored,
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not brown at all. In fact, it was almost a
dirty white color. The long, slender limbs were not fat
or bulky. The hair on the legs seemed to be
around five or six inches long and swung back and
forth while the leg was in motion. It definitely had
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a hand which swung in large forceful movements. It was
hanging on to what I believed to be my parents
crab apple. We were unable to move for what seemed
like hours but must have been only a few seconds.
It continued down the highway, and when we came to
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our heads and nervous excitement, we ran for the truck
and turned the cab headlights on. Too late, it was
out of sight. We ran inside, grabbed flashlights and after
trying to explain to my family what we had just
seen in what happened, we ended up dragging half of
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them out into the woods and the animal's last known
direction of travel. Needless to say, we heard and found nothing.
The next day, tracks could be found, although they were
not the type you would expect. They were scuffs of
tracks from the animal where it dragged its feet, not
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the clear, easily identifiable tracks you see on TV. The
crab apple tree had a significant section of broken branches
and two pieces of apple were found laying on the ground.
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The first instant dates back to around the summer of
nineteen ninety five. It has been a while so I
can't be completely sure of the exact dates. One of
my older sisters and her three young daughters were out
looking for a place to pick wild berries with my
younger sister. There were blackberries and abundance there, which was
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kind of odd considering it was so close to the
road and there were many people out picking berries that
time of year. They picked berries for just a few
minutes when they began to feel uneasy, like there was
someone watching them. The girls started to get scared, and
one of them said it was a scary place, which
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was unusual since it was a nice summer day and
the spot seemed pleasant enough down by the river. After
a few moments, their uneasiness turned to outright fear, and
they decided to waste no time in leaving. My younger
sister related the events of the day to me when
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she got home that evening, and being curious about such things,
we decided to make another trip out there the following
day so I could experience the oppressive atmosphere firsthand. We
got a late start, so it was full dark when
we arrived the next evening, but my sister, her husband,
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and myself were somewhat prepared, having bought flashlights and a
point and shoot thirty five millimeter camera. It was a
walk of about three hundred yards from the side of
the road to the river, and the going was made
a bit difficult because of the downhill slope and the
fact that it had rained a couple of days earlier
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and the track was all mud quite deep in parts.
We walked and slipped down to the edge of the
river bank and stopped to observe the area. It was
very and seemed quite isolated, but other than that, it
felt normal, no sense of impending doom, no unseen presence felt.
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We idled around there for about ten minutes and were
about to go home when all of a sudden, there
was a tremendous bang. It sounded very much like a
shotgun at first, and we thought somebody was shooting at us.
We dupped and began to make our way back to
the car when we heard a very loud splashing just
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off the shore on our side of the river. It
sounded to me like a cow or a large deer
had fallen in and was struggling to swim. Being young
and foolish, I thought this would make a very cool picture,
so I made my way to the bank and was
about to peer over the edge to get my shot
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when the thrashing ceased, and there was the very distinct
sound of a large rock being thrown into the water.
This was quickly followed by another, and soon another. I
turned to my sister and she said, oh my god,
there's something throwing rocks. And by this time, her quote
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unquote brave husband was already well on his way back
up to the car at a dead run, and we
were right on his heels in a mad panic, slipping
and sliding up the dark hill. After a few moments,
sanity returned to my sister and she grabbed my arm
and said, wait, listen, And we stopped a few yards
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up the track and listened. Now you may be wondering
why the sound of some rocks being thrown in the
water freaked us out so much. This area was quite desolate,
and the river is very cold and deep, with eddies
that could easily pull you under and drowned you. The
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river bank is quite steep, and it's an almost sheer
twenty five foot or so dropped to the water with
no easy footing when the tide is in and the
river is up. So anybody that would be crazy enough
to stand out in the middle of nowhere in the
dead of night by a dark, dangerous river and casually
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throw very large rocks into the water. Was not the
kind of person we wanted to meet at that time.
It just felt very wrong, and our instincts told us
to leave now. Anyway, we stood there listening for a
moment when my sister grandma arm again and yelled something
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to the effect of oh my god, it's coming, and
she ran off up the hill in a blind panic,
and although I didn't see or hear anything, I decided
to follow her. We made it up to the car,
having slipped and fallen in the mud several times, and
beat on the door for her husband to unlock it
and let us in. We sat in the car for
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a few minutes, gathering our wits, and decided to get
out and have another listen, since nothing seemed to have
followed us up. We stayed close to the car this
time and heard no more splashing at the river, but
after a few moments we heard a single large branch
snap in the woods off to our right. It was
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silent for a few moments, and we heard a soft
rustling in the bush from the same area. I told
my brother in law to throw a rock in that
direction to see if we get any response, and he
tossed a fairly sizable stone into the general area and
we heard a bit of commotion. I yelled hello there
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to make sure we weren't tossing rocks at a person,
but got no answer.
Speaker 1 (31:57):
Stay tuned for more, but the big foot report, we'll
be right back.
Speaker 2 (32:03):
I then whistled and heard the strangest sound I had
ever heard before or since. Whatever was in the bush
attempted to mimic my whistle. It didn't blow air through
its lips, but tried to vocalize it. I don't know
how to describe it. It was somewhat high pitched, but
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had very deep undertones, and you could tell this thing
had some incredible long capacity. It wasn't even straining, yet
had a volume several times louder than my own. This
disturbed us quite a bit, and we decided to leave.
We returned the next night and bought four other people
with us, and within a few minutes of darkness, it
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would get very quiet, and then the rock throwing would start,
sometimes on our side of the river and sometimes on
the other. We returned to several times with several different people,
and always heard something I won't detail all the instances here,
but we'll note some of the stranger occurrences. After about
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our third visit there, we noticed a different phenomenon. Just
after dark, we would hear the sound of large rocks
being clicked together, usually starting on the far side of
the river, and then answered with similar clicking from oft
in the woods on our side. Several times we tried
to duplicate the sound, but it always sounded bigger and
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louder no matter how large of the rocks we could
bang together. Several times we heard snapping and rustling, and
the brush off to both sides. We went there in
the daylight to look for anything unusual, but could find
nothing out of the ordinary. One interesting note. Never seen
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nor heard anything unusual in the daylight. Even on bright
moonlit nights, we often would hear nothing. My theory is
this thing was nocturnal, and if there was even a
remote possibility of seeing it, it would keep quiet. The
only time anybody saw anything strange there was when my
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younger sister and I were left alone at the site
for a few hours waiting for our ride to return.
We were standing at the river bank basically just enjoying
the sunset when my sister said, holy shit, it's bigfoot
and pointed to the far bank. I looked where she
was pointing, but it was too late. It had already
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disappeared into the brush. My sister told me she was
scanning a gravel bank we had just noticed earlier that
day what a large black object she had assumed was
a stump or a piece of blood which had washed
into the gravel, suddenly stood up and took three quick
steps towards the woods and was gone. The sun was
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almost down and the gravel bank was in deep shadows,
so she could make out very little detail, but she
said it was definitely not a cow or a bear.
She said it walked on two legs, and she got
the impression it was walking hunched over, and that it
had no neck, and it had massive shoulders, and that
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the body seemed almost impossibly bulky. She said it moved
very fast, like it knew we were there, and it
was trying to sneak away. Apparently it was bent over
on the gravel bar for some time. She noticed it
when she first looked that way, and it was several
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minutes before it got up and moved. She seemed quite
shaken by the event, and it was a long wait
while it got dark, us there alone, with no way
out and no hard car to hide in. I don't
think we returned there after that. My sister moved back
to Florida, where her husband was stationed, and I got
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a job there driving trucks. I moved back to Washington
a couple years ago, and last summer decided to return
to the area to see if there was any activity.
The first time I went back, I bought along another sister,
her husband, and their fourteen year old son. We arrived
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at the site after dark. Again I had trouble finding
after such a long time. This was in the middle
of July and the moon was quite bright and we
hardly even needed our flashlights. We walked down to the
river bank and I noticed how the place hadn't really
changed it all over the years. We stood there for
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about half an hour, listening to the frogs and other
night critters, and heard nor felt anything unusual, so we
decided to leave. I had pretty much figured that whatever
was down there back then had moved on, but I
wasn't quite ready to give up. We returned the following weekend,
and this time it was cloudy and pitch black. We
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walked down to the river once again and stood there
talking for about ten minutes when my nephew said, sh listen,
and we did and heard nothing. And I was about
to say that I don't hear anything. It had suddenly
gotten very quiet. All the frogs quit croaking, and the
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atmosphere felt dead calm. It began to feel very eerie.
And then things happened so quickly I have trouble recalling
the exact events to this day. Two things happened almost simultaneously.
We heard the yap of a single coyote very close by,
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which was strange, must always travel in packs. Then we
heard something very large scrambling up the bank, no more
than twenty feet away. We all began to run because
whatever it was was coming right towards us and fast.
I got a sudden case of the braves and said
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don't run. Then heard very definite, heavy footsteps in the brush,
no more than ten feet away and still coming after us,
and then said, okay, maybe job, and we proceeded to
high tail it up to the car. We sat in
the Blazer for a few minutes with the windows down,
listening and heard nothing further, but none of us wanted
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to walk back down to the river that night. The
experience had me so fired up that I bought one
of the new Sony handicams with the night shot infrared
systems the next weekend and was determined to get some evidence.
We went out there that Saturday, armed with my new
video camera and stalked around until dark, looking for tracks
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or anything. Until it started to get dark, we found nothing.
As the ground there is not conducive to track retention,
being mostly gravel, weeds or deep brush, it seemed to
avoid the muddy track completely. We were at the river
bank just after dark when we heard a single loud
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splash and then heavy steps and brush crashing as something
made its way up the bank towards us. I should
note that earlier that day we climbed down the bank
to the place that always seems to come from, and
it was so rough and steep it took us several
minutes to make our way back up the bank, and
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that was keeping to the trail. This, however, always came
through the heavy brush. My sister and nephew ran off
towards the truck, and I walked quickly backwards, filming it
as I went, hoping to get video of it. As
it emerged from the brush. It stayed just within the
brush and thus out of sight for me, and it
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stopped chasing me after I retreated about halfway up the hill.
I was feeling very brave behind the lens and started
to advance back toward it and heard two more heavy
steps in my direction and got the distinct impression that
I should leave now. We got back in the truck
and left, and I haven't returned since. My sister feels
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it's too dangerous to go back, and I won't go
there alone. Whatever it is, it's very territorial. I get
the feeling that it was charging us to get us
out of the immediate area, and then when we got
back to the vehicle, it was okay. The experiences I've
had this time are much different than the first time.
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There was no rock splashing or rock clicking. I haven't
been there since the first part of August of nineteen
ninety eight and would very much like to return to
the site with somebody that has more experience than these things.
Speaker 1 (41:06):
Than I do. Hey, everybody, thank you so much for
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talk again soon.
Speaker 3 (42:25):
Through the woods, the pine trees, sway, shadows long at
end of day, Bigfoots call on the whispering breeze, Secrets
kept by ancient trees, dog Man House bring echoes in
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the silent too.
Speaker 2 (42:54):
Tracks.
Speaker 3 (42:54):
We fine, but answers none. A hunt for truth that's
just be gone. We're searching past the fire light. Four
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creatures hidden out sight in the forest heart, where shadows
lay seeking see chrits in the twilight, through the fall
A shape did glye skin walker, I sw Wi Legends
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of Oh, we chase to night in the dark. Our
lanterns bright by the creek, quil water spill whispers ry
the windsow chill, full of steep band tails on top
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in this land, the myths of We're searching past the
fire light, full creatures hidden out of sight in the
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forest heart, where shadows lay seeking seacrets in the twilight,
breaking
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 ear, a support pold 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. Hey, what's going on, everybody? Welcome back
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to the Bigfoot Report, guys. I would love to tell
you that Tiffany and I have a few more encounters
that we would like to share with you, but that
wouldn't be entirely accurate this go around, because it's just Tiffany.
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Tiffany has compiled several little encounter stories and wanted to
share them with you. She got on and recorded them
and did a great job, and I know you guys
are going to enjoy them. All right, guys, I know
that you're ready. Miss Tiffany is ready. I'm just taking
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it easy on this one. Sit back, relax, let's get started.
Speaker 2 (02:39):
The night was cold, and the wind was blowing hard
across the side of my house, rattling my windows. I
hate winter and couldn't wait for those first warm moments
of the spring, for the long nights and even longer
conversations that I have missed having with my friends. I
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was also sure that whatever this man beast was wouldn't
be so apt to find his way to my place.
Looking for food, nor would he want to. I know
I got ahead of myself. Let me back up some
I moved out here on my own when I was
only nineteen years old. For context, I'm almost twenty three now.
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I had learned a lot from my folks and living
off grid, surrounded by nature, and they made it appear
so easy. I guess I still had a lot to learn.
The first year was great, though, I had made a
lot of progress and knew that this was perfect ideal
habitat for me. I was thankful for everything I had
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gleaned from my parents. Then I learned something for myself
the hard way. The only one thing they never taught
me about was this ravenous ape like thing that walked
on two legs. Yeah, I know, I assure you I'm
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not crazy. I'm not on drugs, and I only drink
on the rare occasion that me and my friends get
together to be us around the fire. But we haven't
had the gust to do that since we encountered this
bipedal thing. I don't know what else to call it,
I guess bigfoot. My dad and I built this place
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like Fort Knox, but I was still apprehensive that I
would even be safe after seeing that. I've heard every
sound that nature has to offer, bobcat screams, deer gruffs, birds, frogs,
you name it. Most sound ominous in the dark, no
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matter how innocent they may be. But this night we
would all hear something new, something dark, something we knew
just didn't belong. My friends and I were sitting around
the roaring Flames, just shooting the breeze and drinking beer,
typical stuff. But about an hour or so after being
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out there, my friend told me he heard something walking
behind us. It had just started to get the fall
felling in the air, light breezes that would send shivers
up your spine, and then the leaves had begun to fall.
I still had plenty of cover on the tree surrounding
my house to shroud things and mystery, but the crunching
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of the leaves gave whatever this was he heard away.
We all quit talking and turned down the music we
had on in the background. That's when we all heard
it walking. Something was walking on two feet. This definitely
wasn't a quadruped. This was bipedal, and it was heavy.
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Whatever it was, we all sat in a hush silence.
I was trying my hardest to figure out what this was,
and they had all started to look at me for answers.
Since I'm the one who lives here, I should know
everything that lives with me in the forest. But unfortunately
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I had no answer to give the questions their expressions
were asking. I blurted out the only thing I knew
would be even remotely reasonable, even though I doubted it
in my own mind. A bear. It has to be
a bear. They are known to walk on two feet,
at least in short distances. Anyway, I knew though, that
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this was not walking any short distances, and it was
beginning to circle us. We had narrowed down by sound
that it was either one walking really fast or the
not so positive answer of the group to the noise
surrounding us. There were two, maybe more, I had no idea.
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That's when the sound came, a low rumble that vibrated
through all of us. It had to have been working
this groll up from the bottom of its feet. The
roar exploded from its throat. My friends scattered to their
cars sitting nearby, screaming that ain't no bear, and two
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other of my friends ran into my house. I was
left there alone, holding my beer. I was afraid to run,
as the others had. I wanted to so bad, but
it felt like my feet were planted to the ground
with cement. I had visions of this beast bursting through
the trees and attacking me. I strained to see through
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the smoke and flames through to the trees. That's when
I saw its out line. This thing was tall. The
fire lit up then just enough to where I could
see clearly for only a few seconds as a piece
of wood was snapped by the fire. That is all
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I needed. It looked like a really tall gorilla, a
black gorilla. Its eyes shone an iridescent amber color. As
it opened its mouth, I waited for another explosive roar,
but it stood there, silent, making eye contact with me.
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All I could do was hope that it ran away.
I was pissed that I had been left there by
my friends. None of that mattered, though I felt deep
down I was toasted. I was only hoping that when
they explained what had happened to me, that someone would
believe them. Just then, a car horn blared, obnoxiously, breaking
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the foreboding silence. My buddy stuck his head out of
the car window and yelled obscenities at this thing, all
the while holding down that atrocious horn. I heard the
other one of these things from behind me. It was
running away. The sound of the leaves crunching brought peace.
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Now I just had the one in front of me
to deal with. I was still going to lose this battle,
and I knew it, but at least it was just
the one. A sharp howl rang out and could be
heard over the horn from behind me. The face of
this whatever I was looking at softened. It huffed at
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me as if to say, we're not finished here, and
then it closed its mouth. I was shaking. I had
no idea what to expect. Then it took off from
the opposite direction, crunching leaves as it ran. I stood
there for about ten to fifteen minutes in the silence,
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with only the crackling of the fire making noise. As
it slowly started to fizzle out. My buddy walked over
with a flashlight and pointed it at the woodline where
this thing was standing, and then behind me too nothing.
They were gone. I breathed a sigh of relief as
I felt my heart rate began to slow and realized
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at that time that I had pissed my pants. My
body was so stiff from fear. I had also crushed
my beer can. I felt like I was going to faint.
It was the aftermath of that adrenaline dump, no doubt.
The days and weeks following that event, I bought a
sturdy replace for my chickens, and I made sure I
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was inside a well before dark. I had plenty of
firepower and ammunition, but I have to be honest, I
don't know if it would even stop that thing. It
was so massive in size and in height. I still
suffer from nightmares to this day, even though it's been
a few years. It seems like every winter these things
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come around, and I don't know why. Am I living
in what used to be their sole territory. Are they
tempted by the chickens? Worse yet, is it me that
they want? I chose this place because of the liveability,
wide open areas for the garden, a good place near
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the house for chickens, a creek nearby for water. It
was perfect. Now every winter I questioned my decision and
wonder if it was the best one. I talked to
my dad about it, and well, you already know how
that conversation went. We haven't ever experienced anything like that,
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and if we had, you would know about it, was
what he said. Then he went on with questioning whether
or not I should just move out of the wilderness
to a city somewhere. I understand there's wildlife. I grew
up with them. But apes that walk on two feet
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that was a new one for me. But I don't
think I could bring myself to move to a cement
city out here. I do at least have freedom until
the winner. That is. I don't know if you can
use this or not. If you do, I appreciate it.
I think there's more to these things than one's own imagination.
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I did end up making up with my buddies, although
I do still rib them from time to time about
leaving me to face this thing alone. Thank you for
all that you do. I enjoy all of the shows.
Keep up the good work. It was the month of
July two thousand and nine in Fairbanks, Alaska. I was
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heading south on Auburn Drive toward Farmer's Loop, which was
about a mile away. It is a wooded area frequented
by homes and in general would be considered a populated area.
Houses are on an average about one hundred to two
hundred feet apart, with only the general area around and
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close to the homes cleared out. Most of the area
by far is wooded. It was the section of the
road where it passes by Pearl Creek Elementary School. The
school can be seen through the woods. Some of the
woods in the area are quite thick and in some
places can't be seen into more than about ten or
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fifteen feet, But in this area it had apparently been
cleaned out quite a bit and sitelines into the section
of the sighting were very open. The school and vegetable
garden could be seen off to the right from the
road I was on. It was about six pm and
I was heading home after a day of working on
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a deck that I was building. The weather was clear,
with the sun high in the sky. As I was driving,
I happened to notice a quote unquote man standing by
the right side of the road about one hundred yards ahead.
It was more of an unconscious recognition. There's nothing unusual
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about a man standing on the side of the road
in this area. As I got to within about fifty yards,
I look closer. That's no man I said to myself,
I was alone in the car. Shortly after that, one
or two seconds he bolted into the woods toward the school.
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He did it like a wild animal would do. Spooked,
I didn't slow down until I got to the place
where I I saw him go into the woods, which
is where I stopped. I could see him running away
from the road, and when he was into the woods,
about thirty yards or so, he turned left and was
now running parallel to the road in the same direction
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I was heading. I got a good look at him,
but not his face. I could have probably seen his
face had I not been so mesmerized and had the
presence of mind to look at it. I was busy
noticing other things. His fur or hair looked to be
about three to four inches all over the main part
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of his body. It was a reddish, rusty color. I
was mildly struck by how red it was, but it
definitely had some rustiness to it. He was about six
feet tall and looked to weigh about two hundred pounds.
He ran with a strange, hoppy kind of run. I
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watched him until he disappeared into the woods. There was
a road about one hundred yards ahead and I took
off to get to it so I could turn right
and in twenty year yards turn right again to the
road that seemingly had to be in there somewhere. The
woods I was looking into from that angle were quite thick,
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and I didn't see him and haven't seen him since
a little farther up on the right was the school
garden that had people in it around seven to ten,
which I'm now sorry I didn't stop to go talk
to them about it. The next day, as I was
driving into work on the deck, I naturally slowed down
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in the area I had seen him. I stopped, actually
and was surveying the area when a couple walking their
dogs were approaching. I flagged them down and told them
the story of what happened the evening prior, and they
had told me that about a week before, they were
with their dogs, were on the way other side of
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the school property by the soccer field, and three kids
came running over to them saying, did you see the sasquatch?
Did you see the sasquatch? They also said that what
appeared to be a dad was with them, who didn't
seem too excited about it. My conclusion to whether it
was real or not is summed up by saying it
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was either real or there was a man in a
very very convincing costume. I reported it to the Fishing
Game office in Fairbanks a couple days later. The person
who was taking the report was sort of rolling his
eyes through the whole thing, as he seemed to be
writing it down on a piece of scrap paper. I
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even asked him to take my phone number just in case.
Speaker 1 (17:50):
Stay tuned for more but the big Flip report. We'll
be right back.
Speaker 2 (17:58):
This particular incident occurred when I was young, approximately twenty
seven years ago. Due to the age of this report,
I doubt it will be of much research value. However,
do not dismiss this as a child's fantasy. I was
seven to eight years old, but I remember it in
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explicit detail. I have experienced one other possible contact myself
other than the one I am reporting now, but I
will wait to see if anyone is interested. As I said,
I was approximately seven to eight years old at the time.
I had heard of bigfoot before in seeing pictures on TV,
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but hadn't ever seen one before. My neighbor, who was
a year older than me, was spending the night We
were in my bedroom on the second floor of my
parents' home around two o'clock. We had not yet gone
to sleep and decided to rig the ice box and
went downstairs to the kitchen. The living room kitchen area
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is one big room sectioned off in the middle by
a counter. I went into the living room and turned
on the pole light, which was right beside one of
the large living room windows. The light, being right next
to the window, would illuminate a large part of the backyard.
Since we had no exterior floodlights, we often played late
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at night in the backyard using the light from that window.
When I turned the light on, perhaps more out of
habit than anything else, I took a quick glance into
the yard. What I saw was a very large, dark brown,
hairy creature. It was visible in the light for only
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a few seconds as it was walking away from the
house and eventually out of the light. Both my friend
and I saw it, and we ran for the bedroom
and stayed there until morning. I never told my pair
about it, and I have mentioned it to several friends
over the years in conversation, and they have all laughed
about it. I estimate the creature to have been about
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eight to nine feet tall. I gauged this by the
height of an oak tree that the creature walked by
within eight to ten feet up, which my dad and
I had transplanted there. The tree was around fifteen feet tall,
and the creature was approximately two thirds of that height.
The physical dimensions of the creature were enormous. I had
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never seen anything like it. I had seen apes at
the zoo, but this was nothing like that. The arms, shoulders,
and especially the legs were two to three times the
size of any appendages that I had ever seen. Very muscular.
The entire creature was covered in dark fur, not matted,
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but not furry. The arms were very long, and although
the creature walked upright, the hands as the creature walked,
hung almost to its knees. There was no break in
the fur from the head through the neck to its back.
It was just one solid piece of fur. The neck
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was larger in width the head, which gave it a
triangular shape from the top of the head to the shoulders.
When the light came on, it somewhat startled the creature
as it turned around to look my way, but did
not break stride. As it walked out of the light, However,
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when it turned, it did not just turn its head
as you would expect, but somewhat turned its entire upper
body from the chest up. It was quite common for
us neighborhood kids to sleep outside during the summer, but
it was several years before we went to do that again.
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In the morning, I walked out into the yard to
where the creature had walked through. There were large impressions
in the grass that went down to the dirt, not
very deep, but enough to leave a depression. I have
no idea of the length or width, just that two
of my feet would fit inside sideways and front to back. Also,
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I could not jump from one step to the next,
the stride was far too long. My friend and I
were sitting on his truck tailgate, parked in my parents' driveway,
looking at stars and laughing and talking. Very clear night
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with bright moonlight, rare for Washington. The truck was about
twenty feet from State Highway seven. A crab apple tree
had grown on the edge of the property, practically hanging
out in the road. The farm my family lived on
was surrounded by trees, and we could constantly hear the
wind run through them, but we heard a different type
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of tree movement from the crab apple tree by the highway,
and it caught our attention. It sounded like something pushing
the branches in and fruit snapping off. We got off
the truck and walked towards the tree. When we were
about fifteen feet from the tree, the noise stopped. Then
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we saw it, a large, pale animal upright on two legs.
It paid us little mind as it jogged out from
behind the tree and loped across the highway with ashsh
swish sound from its feet. It sounded like someone rubbing
two pieces of sandpaper together. I was transfixed by the legs.
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They remained so straight and took such long strides. The
left arms long and huge, deliberate strokes. And other than
the feet swishing, we heard no noise, no labor breathing,
creaky joints. Nothing. The visual portion was as follows, pill colored,
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not brown at all. In fact, it was almost a
dirty white color. The long, slender limbs were not fat
or bulky. The hair on the legs seemed to be
around five or six inches long and swung back and
forth while the leg was in motion. It definitely had
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a hand which swung in large forceful movements. It was
hanging on to what I believed to be my parents
crab apple. We were unable to move for what seemed
like hours but must have been only a few seconds.
It continued down the highway, and when we came to
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our heads and nervous excitement, we ran for the truck
and turned the cab headlights on. Too late, it was
out of sight. We ran inside, grabbed flashlights and after
trying to explain to my family what we had just
seen in what happened, we ended up dragging half of
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them out into the woods and the animal's last known
direction of travel. Needless to say, we heard and found nothing.
The next day, tracks could be found, although they were
not the type you would expect. They were scuffs of
tracks from the animal where it dragged its feet, not
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the clear, easily identifiable tracks you see on TV. The
crab apple tree had a significant section of broken branches
and two pieces of apple were found laying on the ground.
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The first instant dates back to around the summer of
nineteen ninety five. It has been a while so I
can't be completely sure of the exact dates. One of
my older sisters and her three young daughters were out
looking for a place to pick wild berries with my
younger sister. There were blackberries and abundance there, which was
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kind of odd considering it was so close to the
road and there were many people out picking berries that
time of year. They picked berries for just a few
minutes when they began to feel uneasy, like there was
someone watching them. The girls started to get scared, and
one of them said it was a scary place, which
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was unusual since it was a nice summer day and
the spot seemed pleasant enough down by the river. After
a few moments, their uneasiness turned to outright fear, and
they decided to waste no time in leaving. My younger
sister related the events of the day to me when
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she got home that evening, and being curious about such things,
we decided to make another trip out there the following
day so I could experience the oppressive atmosphere firsthand. We
got a late start, so it was full dark when
we arrived the next evening, but my sister, her husband,
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and myself were somewhat prepared, having bought flashlights and a
point and shoot thirty five millimeter camera. It was a
walk of about three hundred yards from the side of
the road to the river, and the going was made
a bit difficult because of the downhill slope and the
fact that it had rained a couple of days earlier
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and the track was all mud quite deep in parts.
We walked and slipped down to the edge of the
river bank and stopped to observe the area. It was
very and seemed quite isolated, but other than that, it
felt normal, no sense of impending doom, no unseen presence felt.
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We idled around there for about ten minutes and were
about to go home when all of a sudden, there
was a tremendous bang. It sounded very much like a
shotgun at first, and we thought somebody was shooting at us.
We dupped and began to make our way back to
the car when we heard a very loud splashing just
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off the shore on our side of the river. It
sounded to me like a cow or a large deer
had fallen in and was struggling to swim. Being young
and foolish, I thought this would make a very cool picture,
so I made my way to the bank and was
about to peer over the edge to get my shot
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when the thrashing ceased, and there was the very distinct
sound of a large rock being thrown into the water.
This was quickly followed by another, and soon another. I
turned to my sister and she said, oh my god,
there's something throwing rocks. And by this time, her quote
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unquote brave husband was already well on his way back
up to the car at a dead run, and we
were right on his heels in a mad panic, slipping
and sliding up the dark hill. After a few moments,
sanity returned to my sister and she grabbed my arm
and said, wait, listen, And we stopped a few yards
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up the track and listened. Now you may be wondering
why the sound of some rocks being thrown in the
water freaked us out so much. This area was quite desolate,
and the river is very cold and deep, with eddies
that could easily pull you under and drowned you. The
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river bank is quite steep, and it's an almost sheer
twenty five foot or so dropped to the water with
no easy footing when the tide is in and the
river is up. So anybody that would be crazy enough
to stand out in the middle of nowhere in the
dead of night by a dark, dangerous river and casually
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throw very large rocks into the water. Was not the
kind of person we wanted to meet at that time.
It just felt very wrong, and our instincts told us
to leave now. Anyway, we stood there listening for a
moment when my sister grandma arm again and yelled something
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to the effect of oh my god, it's coming, and
she ran off up the hill in a blind panic,
and although I didn't see or hear anything, I decided
to follow her. We made it up to the car,
having slipped and fallen in the mud several times, and
beat on the door for her husband to unlock it
and let us in. We sat in the car for
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a few minutes, gathering our wits, and decided to get
out and have another listen, since nothing seemed to have
followed us up. We stayed close to the car this
time and heard no more splashing at the river, but
after a few moments we heard a single large branch
snap in the woods off to our right. It was
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silent for a few moments, and we heard a soft
rustling in the bush from the same area. I told
my brother in law to throw a rock in that
direction to see if we get any response, and he
tossed a fairly sizable stone into the general area and
we heard a bit of commotion. I yelled hello there
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to make sure we weren't tossing rocks at a person,
but got no answer.
Speaker 1 (31:57):
Stay tuned for more, but the big foot report, we'll
be right back.
Speaker 2 (32:03):
I then whistled and heard the strangest sound I had
ever heard before or since. Whatever was in the bush
attempted to mimic my whistle. It didn't blow air through
its lips, but tried to vocalize it. I don't know
how to describe it. It was somewhat high pitched, but
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had very deep undertones, and you could tell this thing
had some incredible long capacity. It wasn't even straining, yet
had a volume several times louder than my own. This
disturbed us quite a bit, and we decided to leave.
We returned the next night and bought four other people
with us, and within a few minutes of darkness, it
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would get very quiet, and then the rock throwing would start,
sometimes on our side of the river and sometimes on
the other. We returned to several times with several different people,
and always heard something I won't detail all the instances here,
but we'll note some of the stranger occurrences. After about
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our third visit there, we noticed a different phenomenon. Just
after dark, we would hear the sound of large rocks
being clicked together, usually starting on the far side of
the river, and then answered with similar clicking from oft
in the woods on our side. Several times we tried
to duplicate the sound, but it always sounded bigger and
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louder no matter how large of the rocks we could
bang together. Several times we heard snapping and rustling, and
the brush off to both sides. We went there in
the daylight to look for anything unusual, but could find
nothing out of the ordinary. One interesting note. Never seen
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nor heard anything unusual in the daylight. Even on bright
moonlit nights, we often would hear nothing. My theory is
this thing was nocturnal, and if there was even a
remote possibility of seeing it, it would keep quiet. The
only time anybody saw anything strange there was when my
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younger sister and I were left alone at the site
for a few hours waiting for our ride to return.
We were standing at the river bank basically just enjoying
the sunset when my sister said, holy shit, it's bigfoot
and pointed to the far bank. I looked where she
was pointing, but it was too late. It had already
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disappeared into the brush. My sister told me she was
scanning a gravel bank we had just noticed earlier that
day what a large black object she had assumed was
a stump or a piece of blood which had washed
into the gravel, suddenly stood up and took three quick
steps towards the woods and was gone. The sun was
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almost down and the gravel bank was in deep shadows,
so she could make out very little detail, but she
said it was definitely not a cow or a bear.
She said it walked on two legs, and she got
the impression it was walking hunched over, and that it
had no neck, and it had massive shoulders, and that
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the body seemed almost impossibly bulky. She said it moved
very fast, like it knew we were there, and it
was trying to sneak away. Apparently it was bent over
on the gravel bar for some time. She noticed it
when she first looked that way, and it was several
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minutes before it got up and moved. She seemed quite
shaken by the event, and it was a long wait
while it got dark, us there alone, with no way
out and no hard car to hide in. I don't
think we returned there after that. My sister moved back
to Florida, where her husband was stationed, and I got
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a job there driving trucks. I moved back to Washington
a couple years ago, and last summer decided to return
to the area to see if there was any activity.
The first time I went back, I bought along another sister,
her husband, and their fourteen year old son. We arrived
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at the site after dark. Again I had trouble finding
after such a long time. This was in the middle
of July and the moon was quite bright and we
hardly even needed our flashlights. We walked down to the
river bank and I noticed how the place hadn't really
changed it all over the years. We stood there for
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about half an hour, listening to the frogs and other
night critters, and heard nor felt anything unusual, so we
decided to leave. I had pretty much figured that whatever
was down there back then had moved on, but I
wasn't quite ready to give up. We returned the following weekend,
and this time it was cloudy and pitch black. We
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walked down to the river once again and stood there
talking for about ten minutes when my nephew said, sh listen,
and we did and heard nothing. And I was about
to say that I don't hear anything. It had suddenly
gotten very quiet. All the frogs quit croaking, and the
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atmosphere felt dead calm. It began to feel very eerie.
And then things happened so quickly I have trouble recalling
the exact events to this day. Two things happened almost simultaneously.
We heard the yap of a single coyote very close by,
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which was strange, must always travel in packs. Then we
heard something very large scrambling up the bank, no more
than twenty feet away. We all began to run because
whatever it was was coming right towards us and fast.
I got a sudden case of the braves and said
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don't run. Then heard very definite, heavy footsteps in the brush,
no more than ten feet away and still coming after us,
and then said, okay, maybe job, and we proceeded to
high tail it up to the car. We sat in
the Blazer for a few minutes with the windows down,
listening and heard nothing further, but none of us wanted
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to walk back down to the river that night. The
experience had me so fired up that I bought one
of the new Sony handicams with the night shot infrared
systems the next weekend and was determined to get some evidence.
We went out there that Saturday, armed with my new
video camera and stalked around until dark, looking for tracks
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or anything. Until it started to get dark, we found nothing.
As the ground there is not conducive to track retention,
being mostly gravel, weeds or deep brush, it seemed to
avoid the muddy track completely. We were at the river
bank just after dark when we heard a single loud
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splash and then heavy steps and brush crashing as something
made its way up the bank towards us. I should
note that earlier that day we climbed down the bank
to the place that always seems to come from, and
it was so rough and steep it took us several
minutes to make our way back up the bank, and
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that was keeping to the trail. This, however, always came
through the heavy brush. My sister and nephew ran off
towards the truck, and I walked quickly backwards, filming it
as I went, hoping to get video of it. As
it emerged from the brush. It stayed just within the
brush and thus out of sight for me, and it
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stopped chasing me after I retreated about halfway up the hill.
I was feeling very brave behind the lens and started
to advance back toward it and heard two more heavy
steps in my direction and got the distinct impression that
I should leave now. We got back in the truck
and left, and I haven't returned since. My sister feels
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it's too dangerous to go back, and I won't go
there alone. Whatever it is, it's very territorial. I get
the feeling that it was charging us to get us
out of the immediate area, and then when we got
back to the vehicle, it was okay. The experiences I've
had this time are much different than the first time.
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There was no rock splashing or rock clicking. I haven't
been there since the first part of August of nineteen
ninety eight and would very much like to return to
the site with somebody that has more experience than these things.
Speaker 1 (41:06):
Than I do. Hey, everybody, thank you so much for
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Speaker 3 (42:25):
Through the woods, the pine trees, sway, shadows long at
end of day, Bigfoots call on the whispering breeze, Secrets
kept by ancient trees, dog Man House bring echoes in
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the silent too.
Speaker 2 (42:54):
Tracks.
Speaker 3 (42:54):
We fine, but answers none. A hunt for truth that's
just be gone. We're searching past the fire light. Four
(43:17):
creatures hidden out sight in the forest heart, where shadows
lay seeking see chrits in the twilight, through the fall
A shape did glye skin walker, I sw Wi Legends
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of Oh, we chase to night in the dark. Our
lanterns bright by the creek, quil water spill whispers ry
the windsow chill, full of steep band tails on top
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in this land, the myths of We're searching past the
fire light, full creatures hidden out of sight in the
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forest heart, where shadows lay seeking seacrets in the twilight,
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