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Army buddies seek R&R only to find that their paradise is disrupted at : Lake Bigfoot .
Bigfoot Frightening Encounters, Volume 1, 2 & 3 are now available!
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(00:02):
It's a big world out there.Welcome to Bigfoot's Wilderness Podcast. Two miles
(01:00):
above the Timberland, Dave Zebo raninto tracks in the snow. There was
no known animal or human to beseen within range. He stated, I
have never seen anything like these indentationsof tracks before or since. The tracks
were deep and heavy, but thespacing was what especially drew his interest.
(01:23):
The tracks were from four to sixfeet apart, too far for the stride
of a normal man, but theywere single tracks of a two footed person
or creature. Pointing to the humanelement, Zebo said, was the fact
that an animal will meander. Ahuman usually takes a straight path to his
(01:44):
objective, while an animal is knownto meander to find the easiest direction.
The footprints in the snow of whichZebo was so curiously engrossed that he took
photos of them, and they wentfrom the bottom of the mountain to the
top, from west to east.There was no deviation at all. I
(02:05):
followed the old trail, and asfar as I could see, I saw
the tracks making that single line.Zebo said. There were no other tracks
around, and I stayed the nightin the lookout and came back down the
next morning. A heavy snow fellduring the night and covered the tracks.
The photos gave Zebo proof that theexperience really did happen, and upon returning
(02:29):
to Weaverville, he had the picturesdeveloped. He showed these to a number
of persons in the vicinity. Speculationran high, but no one came up
with a solution or among those contactthat had anyone ever seen such an incidence.
The forest personnel were among those contactedwith no better luck at a solution.
(02:53):
Everyone was interested and intrigued, anddiscussed the event for days without solving
the mystery. In those days,Zebo said we had not heard of Bigfoot.
He has since wondered if Bigfoot wasthe answer to the puzzle. To
summarize the experience, the big trackswere definitely there. They were single,
(03:15):
as a humans would have been,but too wide apart and stride. They
never hesitated, but went energetically upthe mountain, as if made by a
creature with gigantic strength. This accounttook place in nineteen thirty four near Mount
Valley. I was stationed at FortBragg in North Carolina when I was in
(03:39):
the Army in nineteen seventy four.Often I would go with some of my
army buddies about eighty miles north ofFort Bragg to a small town called Elm
City. Ralph, one of myarmy buds, was from there. Ralph's
parents lived in Elm City and hadpurchased some land in the woods several miles
(03:59):
outside out of town. Their planwas to build a cabin or summer house
there, excavating a hole for thefoundation. I would estimate the hole was
about fifty feet by eighty feet.Their plans were dashed when the hole filled
in with water and their foundation workbecame a small lake. The water table
was too high for any kind ofa home, and so they abandoned their
(04:24):
plans, but kept the land.Maybe that alone was a good enough reason
why there weren't any other homes inthis vast expanse of land. Isolated and
remote as it was, garbage seemedto show up floating in this makeshift pond.
So to block access to the propertyand to stop the hole from becoming
(04:44):
a garbage dump, a steel cablewas stretched out across the access road to
the property, keeping all unwanted visitorsout. Ralph and I soon found that
we had the most perfect spot inall of North Carolina, a place that
was private, it wooded, anda true nature retreat. We would take
our friends there, drink beer,and do all the things that we couldn't
(05:06):
do anywhere else in town. Wefound that the steel cable was loose enough
though, that if you held itup, you could drive a small car
under it, and we could actuallypark our cars right next to the little
lake. I had planned to goup there for a weekend, and I
had talked to another army butt ofours, Joe. Joe said that he'd
(05:28):
pulled guard duty and he couldn't go. He said that he might try to
make it up on Sunday if hecould. Joe also told me that he
had been to Elma City with Tony, another Elma City friend of ours,
earlier in the week to play softballwith one of the local softball teams.
Anytime we could spare, we'd headto our little lake in the woods.
(05:49):
Joe had commented that we should bereally careful. He told me that after
the softball game, he and Tonytook their girlfriends out to our private lake,
and that as a got dark whilethey were parked there, some kids
started walking around in the woods nearwhere they had parked. There was some
whooping and other weird noises that theywere making. We could hear branches crashing,
(06:13):
and they caught glimpse of their shadowson the road. So Tony and
I jumped out of the car andran down the road trying to catch these
bastards. We were really going tobeat the crap out of them for harassing
us. There. I was runningas fast as I could, and then
bang, Joe had run full speedinto the steel cable that stretched across the
(06:34):
road. Tony had managed to slowhimself a little before he made contact.
Joe lifted his shirt and showed methe bright red narrow mark the cable made
on his belly. Poking fun athis own attempt to rain in the wild
group, he said he thought he'dmade two complete turns around the cable and
was in a lot of pain.I asked Joe if he'd seen another car
(06:58):
nearby. He said no. Ithought that was strange because of the remoteness
of the property. How would thesekids get out here in the middle of
the woods without a car. Joehad said that they all could see the
shadow of something moving in the woods, so they had assumed it was kids
trying to sneak up and play jokeson them. He even claimed and suspected
(07:20):
that it was a local everybody referredto as Jed Clampett because he resembled the
actor Buddy Ebsen of the Beverly Hillbillies. His real name was Derek. Joe
was really pissed. He and Derekhad some kind of beef with each other,
and Joe really wanted to mess thisguy up, but he actually couldn't
(07:41):
prove that Derek had anything to dowith it. Whatever conflict they had happened
to have, it was years inthe past. Ralph knew just about everybody,
and so we did meet up withDerek. We headed up to Elm
City on a Saturday morning and headedto our spot with some of Ralph's other
friends too. That afternoon and afew beers later, we interrogated Derek just
(08:05):
to ease our minds. He seemedlike a good enough guy. Derek seemed
too old to be playing tricks intomfoolery. He'd also said that he'd never
been in this area before. Weparked our cars on the road just outside
the cable and walked into the clearingwhere the lake was. If these wild
acting boys made another appearance. Wewanted to be able to be better equipped
(08:28):
and prepared. Each of us carrieda flashlight. Although we were regular army
and proficient with our firearms. Asyou'd expect, we weren't there to hunt
or target shoot, or anything ofthe sort. We were there to relax
and party and just have a goodold time. I'd had one run in
with my commanding officer earlier in mycareer over a firearm, and he'd ingrained
(08:52):
in my head that if I somuch as fell out of line, that
I might be seeing the inside ofa jail cell. I'm not sure I
wanted to share that story, asit doesn't involve this mysterious subject. As
we stood near the water drinking somebeers, I was scoping the little lake
out with all the garbage that wasin there. Derek and the other guys
(09:13):
were about ten feet further down.I heard a gasp as one of the
guys looked into the lake and saidsomething like, hey, look at the
size of those footprints and the muddown there under the water. I glanced
down at the still water and lookingat them, I couldn't believe that someone
would take their shoes off and walkall around in that water. While the
(09:37):
water seemed clear, you couldn't forgetthe fact that garbage had been dumped into
it. Not thirty feet away wasan old washing machine, and ten feet
further was a refrigerator. To thisday, I regret not taking a closer
look at those footprints. Derek,Ralph and everyone else were joking about the
footprints in the mud, on thebank and in the water. They made
(10:00):
comments about how big they were.They couldn't believe their eyes. Derec,
a long, tall and lanky fellow, said, I got big feet,
but the guy that made these aretwice my size, and why too?
And then he paused and took anothergulp of his beer, and his voice
changed. You know there's something backthere in these woods besides us right now,
(10:26):
he looked a little worried. Asmoments went on, his comments really
kind of creeped me out. Icould tell. Everybody seemed to be taking
it in. I couldn't let himbring down the mood. We were here
to have fun in our little sliceof paradise, So I sarcastically said,
don't worry there, buddy, Isaid, in a pitiful tone, us
(10:48):
army men will protect you all fromthe boogey man, right fellows, and
everybody kinda chuckled, derec not somuch. Another guy piled on and joked
that maybe it was a lost hillbillywho was running up wild around the countryside.
Ralph, always the expert, madereferences to some of the local backwoods
(11:11):
boys they even knew personally. Derek'swords still kind of hung out there.
Something might just be out there watching, but we all thought it would be
best just to laugh it off andhalf another beer. Driving back to town,
still joking about the footprints in themud, we didn't realize we'd just
(11:31):
tapped the surface of something far greaterthan we could comprehend. Later that day,
Ralph, my girlfriend Gail, andI returned to our private lake with
lunch, which consisted of several boxesof fried chicken meals and some more beer.
This time, Ralph lifted the steelcable and I drove my nineteen seventy
one Opal GT under it and furtherdown the road. This time I parked
(11:56):
on the other side of the lakenear some really thick We laid out a
blanket and began our picnic and ourprivate retreat as we would finish each piece,
we'd throw the bones and leftovers intothe brush beside us. But I
chewed Gale out for wasting her chicken, as she would only take a few
bites and then chuck whatever was leftinto the bushes. Now, as I
(12:18):
looked up, I could see thebrush was thick with chicken bones. There
were bones and meat just hanging nowat eye level. I'm not sure why
it bothered me so much. Atfirst, the brush beside us was so
thick that you would have difficulty traversingeven just a little ways into it.
But soon the smell of the chickenattracted some biting flies, and they were
(12:41):
biting us all over. We quicklydecided to pack up and move to the
other side of the lake to asmall patch of grass. As we were
intently talking, it had just startedto get dark, but there was still
plenty of light left. I waslaying on my side, and Ralph and
Gail were sitting on my green woolarmy blanket in front of my opal GT.
(13:05):
Suddenly we heard a loud whooping soundcoming from the direction of where we
had been eating our picnic. Ilooked over in that direction and half expected
to see some kids with a megaphonescreaming. I didn't see anything, but
the sound that we heard was soloud that whatever it was almost felt like
it was screaming right into your ear. I asked Ralph, who was sitting
(13:28):
next to me, who had abetter view of the brush, if he
had seen anything. Ralph appeared tobe a little pale as he muttered,
pointed, and gestured that he sawa really big, dark shadow disappear back
into the brush where we had ourpicnic. Gail shuddered and, seemingly affected
by what Ralph had seen, quicklystood up, walked over to my opal.
(13:52):
Gt opened the passenger door, gotin behind the two bucket seats where
there was a very small compart,climbed into that compartment and curled herself into
a fetal position. She wasn't handlingthis very well at all. There she
would stay. Nothing could get herout of that fetal position, or even
out of the car for that matter, until we got back into town.
(14:16):
Ralph and I continued to talk,wondering and discussing what it could have been.
It started to get darker and wewere getting a little nervous, so
we both got back into the car. We were still looking for whatever it
was that made that loud and unusualsound. I have never in my life
heard a sound like that before.It was quite unusual and very very strange.
(14:41):
I started the car and drove itto the steel cable. We talked
some more. I joked with Galeand tried to get her to come out
of her little ball, as shewould not. We looked around and still
saw nothing. Now it was reallydark. We heard no more sounds other
than the absolute quiet and stillness ofthe nighttime forest outside. The tall trees
(15:05):
and the total blackness masked everything.All we could see was what was in
front of our headlights, the cableand the dirt road. I told Ralph,
it's starting to get late. Willyou go outside and lift the cable
so we can leave. Ralph didn'twant to leave the safety of the car.
I could see he was really nervousand he really didn't want to go
(15:28):
outside and lift that cable. Ijoked with Gale to see if she would
go outside and lift the cable.No way in hell was her reply.
Finally, after about twenty minutes ofcoaxing, Ralph got up the nerve and
went outside to lift the cable.I drove under the cable, stopped the
car. Ralph got in and wedrove back to town. I never heard
(15:52):
anything else on the matter. Ileft the Army in August of nineteen seventy
four and went back home to Utah. Back in Utah, I have heard
of bigfoots many a time, andif this incident had happened in Utah,
I would have assumed that it wasa sasquatch that made that loud sound.
At that time, I had neverheard of any sightings of bigfoot in the
(16:15):
East. Then one day I wasreading an article in the newspaper about a
hairy beast in North Carolina that hadscreamed at a passing motorist and some other
sightings and incidents back there. Theyrefer to them as the hairy Man of
the woods. Several years later,I had the opportunity to go back to
(16:36):
Elm City. I looked up Ralph. We shared a few beers and reminisced
about our experiences in North Carolina.We even went back to our little private
lake to check it out. Someonehad bought the land put a trailer on
the lot. Much of the forestwas cleared, but the lake was still
there. The owners have cleared outthe garbage in the lake and it looks
(17:00):
really nice. It looks like anice place to live. Our little retreat
is no longer a spot in thewoods because much of the woods are gone.
I asked Ralph if he'd heard anythingmore about the hairy Man of the
Woods. He looked over at meand smiled and said no. Thanks so
much for listening to Bigfoots Wilderness podcast. Remember if you're looking for some audible
(17:22):
books, look for Bigfoot Frightening EncountersVolumes one, two, and three,
narrated by me. And if you'dlike to also check out Tea Spring,
you can check the link in thenotes for apparel from Bigfoots Wilderness. Have
a great night, you know,and I know where just keeping time.
(18:36):
You can't take it for all,leave it all behind. I'm remembering you
when you are remembering me. Allwe really caring, all the same memories
and it by crash my card tothe ditch, have fast done them,
(19:03):
by lose on all tickets that Ibogging down. I'm begging, please,
oh please, don't you barging me, because I'm right here, singing,
singing through the breathe Rob it sound. Move the stars, you know the
(19:45):
same, Throw your fit against thewall in law. Be okay. They
must have thought I won't believe inthe MISSI ditters, be I really went
to you. Thankfully you want me. And if I crash my cars,
(20:11):
the ditch at half passed, darn. If by loose on all tickets that
I bogging done, I'm begging please, oh please, don't shoot fogging me
because I'm rid, he is singing, singing through the breeze. Now,
(21:18):
when I'm ound on my own andthis world spits on me, I gotta
keep closing my there is no realteam, because I'll live to see funerals.
I'll make way for all of days, and when it's all over,
(21:45):
it was really all just the same. If I crash my cards, the
ditch half past done. If Ilose on all the tickets that I'm bogging
down, I'm begging bleeds, Oh, pleads, don't you fog getting mean?
(22:11):
Because I'm right yet, singing,singing through the breeze,
It's a big world out there.Welcome to Bigfoot's Wilderness Podcast. Two miles
(01:00):
above the Timberland, Dave Zebo raninto tracks in the snow. There was
no known animal or human to beseen within range. He stated, I
have never seen anything like these indentationsof tracks before or since. The tracks
were deep and heavy, but thespacing was what especially drew his interest.
(01:23):
The tracks were from four to sixfeet apart, too far for the stride
of a normal man, but theywere single tracks of a two footed person
or creature. Pointing to the humanelement, Zebo said, was the fact
that an animal will meander. Ahuman usually takes a straight path to his
(01:44):
objective, while an animal is knownto meander to find the easiest direction.
The footprints in the snow of whichZebo was so curiously engrossed that he took
photos of them, and they wentfrom the bottom of the mountain to the
top, from west to east.There was no deviation at all. I
(02:05):
followed the old trail, and asfar as I could see, I saw
the tracks making that single line.Zebo said. There were no other tracks
around, and I stayed the nightin the lookout and came back down the
next morning. A heavy snow fellduring the night and covered the tracks.
The photos gave Zebo proof that theexperience really did happen, and upon returning
(02:29):
to Weaverville, he had the picturesdeveloped. He showed these to a number
of persons in the vicinity. Speculationran high, but no one came up
with a solution or among those contactthat had anyone ever seen such an incidence.
The forest personnel were among those contactedwith no better luck at a solution.
(02:53):
Everyone was interested and intrigued, anddiscussed the event for days without solving
the mystery. In those days,Zebo said we had not heard of Bigfoot.
He has since wondered if Bigfoot wasthe answer to the puzzle. To
summarize the experience, the big trackswere definitely there. They were single,
(03:15):
as a humans would have been,but too wide apart and stride. They
never hesitated, but went energetically upthe mountain, as if made by a
creature with gigantic strength. This accounttook place in nineteen thirty four near Mount
Valley. I was stationed at FortBragg in North Carolina when I was in
(03:39):
the Army in nineteen seventy four.Often I would go with some of my
army buddies about eighty miles north ofFort Bragg to a small town called Elm
City. Ralph, one of myarmy buds, was from there. Ralph's
parents lived in Elm City and hadpurchased some land in the woods several miles
(03:59):
outside out of town. Their planwas to build a cabin or summer house
there, excavating a hole for thefoundation. I would estimate the hole was
about fifty feet by eighty feet.Their plans were dashed when the hole filled
in with water and their foundation workbecame a small lake. The water table
was too high for any kind ofa home, and so they abandoned their
(04:24):
plans, but kept the land.Maybe that alone was a good enough reason
why there weren't any other homes inthis vast expanse of land. Isolated and
remote as it was, garbage seemedto show up floating in this makeshift pond.
So to block access to the propertyand to stop the hole from becoming
(04:44):
a garbage dump, a steel cablewas stretched out across the access road to
the property, keeping all unwanted visitorsout. Ralph and I soon found that
we had the most perfect spot inall of North Carolina, a place that
was private, it wooded, anda true nature retreat. We would take
our friends there, drink beer,and do all the things that we couldn't
(05:06):
do anywhere else in town. Wefound that the steel cable was loose enough
though, that if you held itup, you could drive a small car
under it, and we could actuallypark our cars right next to the little
lake. I had planned to goup there for a weekend, and I
had talked to another army butt ofours, Joe. Joe said that he'd
(05:28):
pulled guard duty and he couldn't go. He said that he might try to
make it up on Sunday if hecould. Joe also told me that he
had been to Elma City with Tony, another Elma City friend of ours,
earlier in the week to play softballwith one of the local softball teams.
Anytime we could spare, we'd headto our little lake in the woods.
(05:49):
Joe had commented that we should bereally careful. He told me that after
the softball game, he and Tonytook their girlfriends out to our private lake,
and that as a got dark whilethey were parked there, some kids
started walking around in the woods nearwhere they had parked. There was some
whooping and other weird noises that theywere making. We could hear branches crashing,
(06:13):
and they caught glimpse of their shadowson the road. So Tony and
I jumped out of the car andran down the road trying to catch these
bastards. We were really going tobeat the crap out of them for harassing
us. There. I was runningas fast as I could, and then
bang, Joe had run full speedinto the steel cable that stretched across the
(06:34):
road. Tony had managed to slowhimself a little before he made contact.
Joe lifted his shirt and showed methe bright red narrow mark the cable made
on his belly. Poking fun athis own attempt to rain in the wild
group, he said he thought he'dmade two complete turns around the cable and
was in a lot of pain.I asked Joe if he'd seen another car
(06:58):
nearby. He said no. Ithought that was strange because of the remoteness
of the property. How would thesekids get out here in the middle of
the woods without a car. Joehad said that they all could see the
shadow of something moving in the woods, so they had assumed it was kids
trying to sneak up and play jokeson them. He even claimed and suspected
(07:20):
that it was a local everybody referredto as Jed Clampett because he resembled the
actor Buddy Ebsen of the Beverly Hillbillies. His real name was Derek. Joe
was really pissed. He and Derekhad some kind of beef with each other,
and Joe really wanted to mess thisguy up, but he actually couldn't
(07:41):
prove that Derek had anything to dowith it. Whatever conflict they had happened
to have, it was years inthe past. Ralph knew just about everybody,
and so we did meet up withDerek. We headed up to Elm
City on a Saturday morning and headedto our spot with some of Ralph's other
friends too. That afternoon and afew beers later, we interrogated Derek just
(08:05):
to ease our minds. He seemedlike a good enough guy. Derek seemed
too old to be playing tricks intomfoolery. He'd also said that he'd never
been in this area before. Weparked our cars on the road just outside
the cable and walked into the clearingwhere the lake was. If these wild
acting boys made another appearance. Wewanted to be able to be better equipped
(08:28):
and prepared. Each of us carrieda flashlight. Although we were regular army
and proficient with our firearms. Asyou'd expect, we weren't there to hunt
or target shoot, or anything ofthe sort. We were there to relax
and party and just have a goodold time. I'd had one run in
with my commanding officer earlier in mycareer over a firearm, and he'd ingrained
(08:52):
in my head that if I somuch as fell out of line, that
I might be seeing the inside ofa jail cell. I'm not sure I
wanted to share that story, asit doesn't involve this mysterious subject. As
we stood near the water drinking somebeers, I was scoping the little lake
out with all the garbage that wasin there. Derek and the other guys
(09:13):
were about ten feet further down.I heard a gasp as one of the
guys looked into the lake and saidsomething like, hey, look at the
size of those footprints and the muddown there under the water. I glanced
down at the still water and lookingat them, I couldn't believe that someone
would take their shoes off and walkall around in that water. While the
(09:37):
water seemed clear, you couldn't forgetthe fact that garbage had been dumped into
it. Not thirty feet away wasan old washing machine, and ten feet
further was a refrigerator. To thisday, I regret not taking a closer
look at those footprints. Derek,Ralph and everyone else were joking about the
footprints in the mud, on thebank and in the water. They made
(10:00):
comments about how big they were.They couldn't believe their eyes. Derec,
a long, tall and lanky fellow, said, I got big feet,
but the guy that made these aretwice my size, and why too?
And then he paused and took anothergulp of his beer, and his voice
changed. You know there's something backthere in these woods besides us right now,
(10:26):
he looked a little worried. Asmoments went on, his comments really
kind of creeped me out. Icould tell. Everybody seemed to be taking
it in. I couldn't let himbring down the mood. We were here
to have fun in our little sliceof paradise, So I sarcastically said,
don't worry there, buddy, Isaid, in a pitiful tone, us
(10:48):
army men will protect you all fromthe boogey man, right fellows, and
everybody kinda chuckled, derec not somuch. Another guy piled on and joked
that maybe it was a lost hillbillywho was running up wild around the countryside.
Ralph, always the expert, madereferences to some of the local backwoods
(11:11):
boys they even knew personally. Derek'swords still kind of hung out there.
Something might just be out there watching, but we all thought it would be
best just to laugh it off andhalf another beer. Driving back to town,
still joking about the footprints in themud, we didn't realize we'd just
(11:31):
tapped the surface of something far greaterthan we could comprehend. Later that day,
Ralph, my girlfriend Gail, andI returned to our private lake with
lunch, which consisted of several boxesof fried chicken meals and some more beer.
This time, Ralph lifted the steelcable and I drove my nineteen seventy
one Opal GT under it and furtherdown the road. This time I parked
(11:56):
on the other side of the lakenear some really thick We laid out a
blanket and began our picnic and ourprivate retreat as we would finish each piece,
we'd throw the bones and leftovers intothe brush beside us. But I
chewed Gale out for wasting her chicken, as she would only take a few
bites and then chuck whatever was leftinto the bushes. Now, as I
(12:18):
looked up, I could see thebrush was thick with chicken bones. There
were bones and meat just hanging nowat eye level. I'm not sure why
it bothered me so much. Atfirst, the brush beside us was so
thick that you would have difficulty traversingeven just a little ways into it.
But soon the smell of the chickenattracted some biting flies, and they were
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biting us all over. We quicklydecided to pack up and move to the
other side of the lake to asmall patch of grass. As we were
intently talking, it had just startedto get dark, but there was still
plenty of light left. I waslaying on my side, and Ralph and
Gail were sitting on my green woolarmy blanket in front of my opal GT.
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Suddenly we heard a loud whooping soundcoming from the direction of where we
had been eating our picnic. Ilooked over in that direction and half expected
to see some kids with a megaphonescreaming. I didn't see anything, but
the sound that we heard was soloud that whatever it was almost felt like
it was screaming right into your ear. I asked Ralph, who was sitting
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next to me, who had abetter view of the brush, if he
had seen anything. Ralph appeared tobe a little pale as he muttered,
pointed, and gestured that he sawa really big, dark shadow disappear back
into the brush where we had ourpicnic. Gail shuddered and, seemingly affected
by what Ralph had seen, quicklystood up, walked over to my opal.
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Gt opened the passenger door, gotin behind the two bucket seats where
there was a very small compart,climbed into that compartment and curled herself into
a fetal position. She wasn't handlingthis very well at all. There she
would stay. Nothing could get herout of that fetal position, or even
out of the car for that matter, until we got back into town.
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Ralph and I continued to talk,wondering and discussing what it could have been.
It started to get darker and wewere getting a little nervous, so
we both got back into the car. We were still looking for whatever it
was that made that loud and unusualsound. I have never in my life
heard a sound like that before.It was quite unusual and very very strange.
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I started the car and drove itto the steel cable. We talked
some more. I joked with Galeand tried to get her to come out
of her little ball, as shewould not. We looked around and still
saw nothing. Now it was reallydark. We heard no more sounds other
than the absolute quiet and stillness ofthe nighttime forest outside. The tall trees
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and the total blackness masked everything.All we could see was what was in
front of our headlights, the cableand the dirt road. I told Ralph,
it's starting to get late. Willyou go outside and lift the cable
so we can leave. Ralph didn'twant to leave the safety of the car.
I could see he was really nervousand he really didn't want to go
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outside and lift that cable. Ijoked with Gale to see if she would
go outside and lift the cable.No way in hell was her reply.
Finally, after about twenty minutes ofcoaxing, Ralph got up the nerve and
went outside to lift the cable.I drove under the cable, stopped the
car. Ralph got in and wedrove back to town. I never heard
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anything else on the matter. Ileft the Army in August of nineteen seventy
four and went back home to Utah. Back in Utah, I have heard
of bigfoots many a time, andif this incident had happened in Utah,
I would have assumed that it wasa sasquatch that made that loud sound.
At that time, I had neverheard of any sightings of bigfoot in the
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East. Then one day I wasreading an article in the newspaper about a
hairy beast in North Carolina that hadscreamed at a passing motorist and some other
sightings and incidents back there. Theyrefer to them as the hairy Man of
the woods. Several years later,I had the opportunity to go back to
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Elm City. I looked up Ralph. We shared a few beers and reminisced
about our experiences in North Carolina.We even went back to our little private
lake to check it out. Someonehad bought the land put a trailer on
the lot. Much of the forestwas cleared, but the lake was still
there. The owners have cleared outthe garbage in the lake and it looks
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really nice. It looks like anice place to live. Our little retreat
is no longer a spot in thewoods because much of the woods are gone.
I asked Ralph if he'd heard anythingmore about the hairy Man of the
Woods. He looked over at meand smiled and said no. Thanks so
much for listening to Bigfoots Wilderness podcast. Remember if you're looking for some audible
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books, look for Bigfoot Frightening EncountersVolumes one, two, and three,
narrated by me. And if you'dlike to also check out Tea Spring,
you can check the link in thenotes for apparel from Bigfoots Wilderness. Have
a great night, you know,and I know where just keeping time.
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You can't take it for all,leave it all behind. I'm remembering you
when you are remembering me. Allwe really caring, all the same memories
and it by crash my card tothe ditch, have fast done them,
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by lose on all tickets that Ibogging down. I'm begging, please,
oh please, don't you barging me, because I'm right here, singing,
singing through the breathe Rob it sound. Move the stars, you know the
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same, Throw your fit against thewall in law. Be okay. They
must have thought I won't believe inthe MISSI ditters, be I really went
to you. Thankfully you want me. And if I crash my cars,
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the ditch at half passed, darn. If by loose on all tickets that
I bogging done, I'm begging please, oh please, don't shoot fogging me
because I'm rid, he is singing, singing through the breeze. Now,
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when I'm ound on my own andthis world spits on me, I gotta
keep closing my there is no realteam, because I'll live to see funerals.
I'll make way for all of days, and when it's all over,
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it was really all just the same. If I crash my cards, the
ditch half past done. If Ilose on all the tickets that I'm bogging
down, I'm begging bleeds, Oh, pleads, don't you fog getting mean?
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Because I'm right yet, singing,singing through the breeze,
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