Some Thing Known As Bigfoot

ome Thing Known As Bigfoot

Episode Transcript

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It's a big world out there.Welcome to Bigfoot's Wilderness Podcast. Have you

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ever heard this before? I wouldwager you have. Anyway, I can
promise you, Mike, that I'mnot crazy, but I will admit I
am a bit eccentric. My nameis Brad and I'm from the state next
to Vermont. That's all I canreally say. As my family is quite
prominent and occasionally in the news.I typically keep my personal and professional life

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separate. But what I'm about toget into would probably get me exiled from
the family and I can't afford todo that. Sorry for being a bit
mysterious. I want to share,but also need my anonymity. I enjoy
your podcast because this experience has nowbecome a part of my life. So

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here goes. Back in the earlytwo thousands, a very close friend was
killed in a hit and run accidentadjacent to a state park as her car
had stalled and was crushed in anaccident it's been called a t bone,
a side impact collision in which thedriver hits the side of the body of

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the vehicle, which causes blunt forcetrauma. It was my opinion that this
is the most vulnerable place on practicallyany car. My also opinion was validated
by an expert who had seen similaraccidents. Needless to say, she died.

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I never got a chance to saygood bye. Everything happened so quickly.
I still miss her. Sara wasthe athletic type. She could run
five miles in the early morning hoursand then hike another four miles in the
afternoon. Her trails could be anywhereand whenever she felt the urge to explore.

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But several weeks before her death,she had told me that she kept
coming back almost daily to one particularplace. Something about this patch of woods
intrigued her. What she told menext may have had most people rolling their
eyes. But I knew Sarah betterthan anyone except her parents. Of Course,

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she was genuine and truthful. Therewasn't any reason to lie about what
some people would consider outrageous or evenoutlandish. I saw something, actually more
than something many somethings, okay,she said excitedly. We talked on the

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phone for an hour. She couldn'tquite get it out. She was so
guarded, even around me. Shejust thought that I might judge her and
would only call them some things.Well, there were big ones and small
ones. The somethings roamed this patchof woods, and Sarah was a frequent

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visitor. I bring them food asa kind of a peace offering. I
put a basketful of apples, lettuceand other fruits and vegetables, and when
I come back the next day toretrieve the basket, everything is gone.
And then the following day I bringsome more. Sarah, what do they

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look like? Are you sure theyaren't just a bunch of homeless people.
You've got to be extremely careful,please, I pleaded. I've been traveling
throughout the country at the time,so the best I could do was check
in by phone or text. Oneday, I did receive a text that
simply said they like cantaloupe. Icould only smirk, as no one could

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even guess what was really happening here. The next message said, I know
what they are, bigfoot, afamily of them. There's even an infant
that the mother cradles. She letme see it from about fifty feet away.
On a given Wednesday, I happento be on the West coast and

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three hours behind I've received a phonecall roughly at three thirty in the morning.
She said she was wanting me tolisten but don't talk, and she
put me on speaker. I heardthe car door slam, and then I
heard her moving through brush, followedby a clacking noise. There were several

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and then she hung up. Itexted her back, were those rocks?
It sounded like rocks. What's goingon a few hours later she responded with
a simple yes. I worried forher. I wanted to go back home
so I could talk some more withher about what she was experiencing. I'd

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be crazy if I didn't think thatwhatever she was doing could go spinning out
of control. I guess I'm aforward thinker, or maybe I'm just a
little paranoid. But could people seeher interacting? Was she being safe?
It seemed like she didn't always havea plan. Exactly where was this happening?

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Which State Park? Two weeks later, and I was now back in
town, we met for dinner,and, smiling ear to ear, she
quietly went through the details of herhabituation with these creatures. It was all
sounding so serious, so I triedto lighten the mood a little. Sarah,

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you don't even own a cat,and you're making friends with Bigfoot.
Her face turned beat red. Ihad overstepped. I'm sorry. It just
all seems so fantastic, and youknow my sense of humor. After dinner,
we took a walk and that's whenshe said, I want to see

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him. I smiled and nodded,yeah, I do. The very next
morning, we drove in towards thepark and pulled off at a very wide
shoulder. It was almost inviting,and the woods weren't really that thick.
I guess I had imagined we'd betraveling on foot for a while, but

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we only walked maybe a hundred yardstowards a stand of trees. This is
the odd day, she said,No treats today, just here to pick
up the basket. By now,they usually come welcome me in some way
with a rock clack. No suchluck, and it was eerily silent.

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Sarah retrieved the basket. Of course, it was empty. She knew right
away what she'd brought. She briefedme on inventory of organic fruits and vegetables
that she'd most recently left. Asmuch as I wanted to keep an open
mind, this was the strangest ofstrange situations, and yet Sarah was glowing.
I had never seen her like this, was there really something here,

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Bigfoot? We waited around for overan hour nothing. I don't understand.
They're always here. Something's wrong.And then she stared at me. It's
you what I said. They won'tcome around because of you. They don't
know you, she said, Sonow you're a Jane Goodall, I joked

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once again, her face turned beatred. I couldn't stop with the wise
cracks. Sarah was smart, especiallywhen it came to street smarts, but
she had barely graduated high school whileI was at the top of my class.
Even in college. We were anunlikely pair, but our personalities clicked

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on that first day as freshman,and I've always been grateful for it.
Eleven days later, on an earlySaturday morning, departing from yet another trip
to this hot spot, Sarah's lifewas cut short. While her friends and
family probably wondered why she was soactively hiking and running, her secret was

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safe with me. I want youto know, Mike that, since I
sort of knew her routine coming outto her favorite place now, I decided
to make a run out here forher, almost like a farewell visit.
I borrowed my dad's truck, boughtthe produce the night before and made my

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way out at the crack of dawn. I'd had a few drinks roughly eight
hours ago and was still feeling theeffect in the form of sleepiness. I
was grieving. I had drifted offand parked on that wide and welcoming shoulder.
The basket of produce was on thepassenger seat, and I slowly awoke

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to the sound of pebbles bouncing offthe truck's window, door and hood.
It roused me slightly, and asI drifted off yet again, I awoke
again, but this time to tapping, as if something was tapping their hand
on the window like with a ring. You know that tapping noise, tap

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tap tap tap, clunk, clunk. Someone was pulling on the door handle.
Now my eyes opened and darted tothe passenger side. I caught sight
of something, the something the bigfoot. I saw hair. I saw
shape, A massive shape disappeared downthe side of my truck, down the

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tailgate from what I saw in themirror. Now, I said out loud,
I needed to do it now.I wasn't brave like Sarah. She
never once told me anything hostile aboutthem, but that thing was gigantic,
and now it's hiding behind the backof the truck. I think I have

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to do this for Sarah, Ithought one last time as I rubbed my
throbbing head. Now I said again, OK, here you go, and
I rolled down the passenger window andheaved the basket outside. My head was
killing me. I'm not brave likeyou, Sara. You were always the

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brave one, and I'm scared rightnow. So if you can hear me,
please let me get out of herein one piece, I said in
our father, and put it indrive. I caught sight of the basket
turned over. Produce had spilled everywhere, but I saw nothing of the something,
the creature, the bigfoot. AsI pulled ahead, almost to the

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same spot where Sarah had been hit, I felt a wave of relief come
over me. I whipped a uturn, heading back to the welcoming wide
shoulder. The produce, lettuce,tomatoes, apples, cantaloupe. They were
all gone, but the basket wasthere, sitting upright and empty. Empty.

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Without even thinking, I stepped outof the truck to retrieve my friend's
basket. I picked it up,held it and heard the sound of rocks
clacking together. Did they know aboutSarah? Did they connect the dots to
me? I would make the tripout there every other day for the rest

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of the summer, even days witha full basket and odd days to retrieve
it. I never shared this withany one else. I felt like they
simply wouldn't understand. This was betweenme, Sarah, and the somethings better
known to all as Bigfoot. Thankyou for letting me share my story.

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Bread mum, m m hm