Terror In The Night - Flight From The Bigfoot

Terror In The Night - Flight From The Bigfoot

Episode Transcript

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

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to big Foot's Wilderness. Tonight,we're going to read a few stories,
one in particular called Terror in theNight. I have a story to share
with you about thirty years ago,when I was a teenager and before everybody
had a cell phone in their hand, I used to camp about at a
cabin near Meridian, Mississippi. Inmy opinion, it's like a sportsman's dream.

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There's lots of creeks, rivers,ponds, small lakes with thick woods,
and old logging roads that go onfor miles. Some relatives of mine
had owned a great deal of landclose to where I stayed, and on
their land was an old logging roadthat went on to a creek called Talahata,
which also had a long and windingcreek. Well, this creek in

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some places was as wide as mostrivers, but usually with shallow that is
until it would rain. And onmy property close to that creek was a
simple one room cabin just for camping. It was built high off the ground
to avoid flooding. As a matterof fact, it never flooded, as

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I recalled, and I'd camped theremany times, but one fall night when
I went camping there, I wentwith some friends and had the experience of
a lifetime. There were four ofus and we'd all been fishing all day
long, and we'd planned to staythere for the night. We traveled in
on our four wheelers, so fishingtill dark. We went back to the

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cabin and made a fire and hungout while cleaning our catch of fish.
We'd sip a little whiskey and talkit up, fry some of our fish,
and then chat it up some more. We did that up until about
midnight, and then we all wentinto the cabin for the night and lit
up a coalman lantern and got agood fire going in the wood heater and

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sacked out. Maybe a few hourslater, I was awoken by noise in
the cabin, and as I rubbedmy eyes, I see one of my
friends almost jogging around the cabin floorfrom the door to his bed. I
guess I was the last to wakeup, and as I asked, what
are y'all doing, and all atonce they said there's something out there outside

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the cabin. I rolled my eyesand turned away and laid back down and
said, there's nothing out there,go back to sleep. Just as I
finished saying it, I heard thatnoise, the noise they were talking about.
It sounds like limbs breaking at ashort distance. One of my friends
said, what the hell is that? So let's just say I was awake

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now, and I got up andtried to listen, and yeah, I
could hear it again. When Iput my ear to the wall, I
could hear what sounded like something hittingtrees and walking heavily through the woods next
to us. The walls weren't thatthick. What could that be? I

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knew it wasn't a buck because runningseason is later in the year and there
are black bears here, But I'venever heard commotion like that before. Plus
now that I could hear more,it sounded like it was growling. Well,
now I was freaked out. Myfriends and I grew up hunting,
fishing, and camping in the woodsand are very experienced in sights and sounds

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of animals, but I was notfamiliar with this type of sound or behavior.
As I continued to listen, Iwas sure this thing was pacing back
and forth through the woods next tous. At one point, it made
a loud noise like a growl,followed by a very large limb brake.

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Stepping back from the wall. Oneof my friends asked, what should we
do? What do you mean?I said, what if whatever that is
tries to get in here? Asilence came over us all as we were
all thinking about the same thing.Protection Scrambling through my pack from my snub
nose thirty eight pistol. I wasloaded and had a few more shells just

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in case. Collectively we had afew knives and a machette and some logs
from the small woodpile inside. SoI focused on getting some clothes and boots
on, and as I did,the noise just stopped. Hoping it was
gone. We listened, and Ithought to myself, what if it's not

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in the woods anymore? What ifit's closer. One of my friends went
to the door that had the onlysmall diamond shaped window to look down the
steps outside, but the growl ofmy own I said, don't open that
door. He said he was justgoing to have a look looking through the
window for a while. He finallygot a flashlight, but still didn't have

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much luck. So he asked whatwe were all thinking? Do y'all want
to make a run for it tothe four wheelers. My best guess was
that they were probably about thirty yardsfrom the trail to the logging road.
The walk would have been a longone, especially if that thing is still
out there. We listened for alittle longer, all of us still on

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edge. Our curiosity was getting thebest of us. Do y'all think it's
a piste off bear? Another friendreplied, I don't know, but I
can't stand this. We got tosee what it is. I'm staying put.
I'm waiting for daylight so I cansee. Two flashlights, two lanterns,

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and one little gun isn't enough forme to fend for our lives in
the dark. Reluctantly, everyone agreed, and we sat back down and waited
as one stayed watch looking out thedoor. It had been ten or fifteen
minutes since any other noise had beenheard, and then, all of a
sudden, on the back side ofthe cabin, half way up the wall,

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a loud thud brought us to ourfeet. We scrambled to the center
of the room. We became emotional, yelling and sometimes cursing at whatever it
was to go away. It wasat this point that. I thought somebody
had to be messing with us.So I ran to the wall where I
had heard the thud and I bangedon it as hard as I could and

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yelled, I've got a gun here, and if you don't leave now,
I will shoot you. Everyone wentquiet to see if we got a response.
Well, we heard nothing, soI put my ear to the wall
again. What I heard still freaksme out today. It sounded like heavy
breathing about waist down for me,and what sounded like a hand rubbing against

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the outside wall, like it wastrying to find a way in. I
stepped back and looked at the wall, which was head level to where I
heard what sounded like a hand rubbingthe wall. If I were standing outside
and measuring from the top of myhead, it would be almost twelve feet

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off the ground. As I wasthinking about this, one of my friends
said, did you hear anything?But I said no, but they knew
I did, so I said wemight need to make a run for it
to the four wheelers. I mean, my anxiety was racing out of control
and I was clutching my thirty eight. As we walked to the door to

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get ready. One of my friendssaid when I opened this door, don't
stop, just run and crank themup. It don't matter who's driving,
just whoever gets to either one first. And then I said, let me
shoot a couple of times in theair as we run out. I didn't
want to say, but I thoughtit may startle whatever it was. And

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when my friend opened the door,we were practically tripping over each other to
get out, and I did shoottwice as I ran down the steps.
Clearly not the fastest of my friends, I was getting passed up, so
I tried to speed up as muchas I could, and when we were
at the four wheelers, we alljust spread out and cranked up and we

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were gone. We had the fourwheelers wide open. All the way back
home. I had this terrible feelinglike something was going to snatch me off
the back, so I kept turningaround to see behind, but I didn't
see anything. It felt like ittook us forever to get back to my
house, but at fifty miles perhour, it was probably maybe fifteen minutes.

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And at three in the morning,I banged on the door until my
dad got up. Boy was hemad. Finally he asked us why we
weren't camping, I said, wejust wanted to come back here. As
all, well, where's my coolerand stuff you took? I said,
it was back at the cabin andwe'll get it tomorrow. I never saw

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him so mad that we just lefteverything there. He may have been a
little groggy, but it was plainto see we were upset. So he
left us alone and went back tobed. Needless to say, we didn't
sleep. We just talked about it. What could it have been and what
was it doing? As we discussedand fussed about, our courage was building

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as daylight approached. So we waitedto about eight am and loaded up some
shotguns and rifles, and we wentback, ready for whatever we might have
to face. When we got there, everything seemed to be in order as
they went inside. I went outsideinto the back of the cabin and looked
up at the wall where I hadheard the breathing, to which I believe

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was about eight feet off the ground, and then there was the hand rubbing
on the wall, and that hadto be at least twelve feet. I
looked all over the ground, butthere were no tracks of any kind as
the ground was hard. Searching thewoods around the cabin. We did find
limbs broke and even some pulled downfrom all different heights. The highest was

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easily nine feet up and the lowestabout four feet. We didn't detect any
hairs, there were no smells,just broken limbs. We combed the place
must have took hours until we finallygave up and gathered our things and went
back home. We didn't talk aboutit because we knew people would laugh and

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make fun of us, so Ididn't talk about it again for a few
years. It really does make agreat camping story. Of course, people
think you're pulling their leg or messingwith them. I just laugh along.
Although this experience has kept me outof the woods for the last few years,
I finally did go camping again,just not there another time. I

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did go back to the cabin afew times to go fishing and arrowhead hunting
around the creek, but always duringthe day. I want to honestly say,
I'm not scared of the woods becauseI grew up around them, but
now especially I do fear what mightjust be in them. So what do

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I believe it was. I don'tknow. Honestly, I didn't see it,
so I try not to think aboutit and what it could have been.
I just don't take my surroundings lightly. And if there is such thing
as a bigfoot or whatever was outthere, I'm sure as a wild beast
or an animal, it does notwant to be messed with and that it

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can be hostile. So the peopleout there who hear this be careful.

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Whatever it was that sent John Brisleyof Nelson fleeing in blind panic from the
head of Lemon Creek, hurling hishuckleberry pale into the bush and racing for
home in his early model car,it had pulled a speedy disappearing act.
By the time he and a groupof hunters returned to the scene. Mister

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Brinsley, woodsman, hunter and fishermanin Kootenay District for more than thirty five
years, swore on his reputation asan outdoorsman, that it was definitely not
a bear. In an interview,mister Brinsley related his experience with an unknown
creature seeing while on a huckleberry pickingexpedition alone near six Mile and unashamedly told

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of his frantic race over a hundredyards of stunted bush and underbrush to his
car. I had just stopped mynineteenth thirty one coup on a deserted logging
road a couple of weekends ago andwalked about a hundred yards into the bush
I was picking huckleberries. I hadjust started to pick berries and was moving

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slowly through the bush. I hadonly been there about fifteen minutes. For
no particular reason, I glanced up, and that is when I saw this
great beast. It was standing aboutfifty feet away on a slight rise in
the ground, just staring at me. The sight of this animal paralyzed me.

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It was seven to at least ninefeet tall, with long legs and
short, powerful arms, with haircovering its body. The first thing I
thought was what a strange looking bear. But it had very wide shoulders and
a flat face with ears flat againstthe side of its head. It looked

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more like a big, hairy ape. It just stood there staring at me.
Of the animal were slightly bent,and most astounding was that it had
hands, not claws. It wasabout eight a m and I could see
it very clearly. The most peculiarthing about it, though, was the
strange bluish gray tinge of color ofits long hair. It had no neck,

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its ape like head had appeared tobe fastened directly to its wide shoulders.
Mister Brinsley stood with mouth a gape, staring at the thing for about
two minutes. Then it began toslowly walk, or rather shuffle, toward
the paralyzed huckleberry picker. It wasthen that mister Brinsley decided it was time

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for him to find another berry pickinglocation. He sprinted to the car and
drove recklessly down the old logging roadand home. Brinsley returned to the scene
the next day with a group offriends armed with high powered rifles and cameras,
but the strange beast did not reappear. They did find one track near

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by. It was sixteen to seventeeninches long. There were no claw marks,
but rather a sharp toe print,as described by Brinsley. When asked
if he would return to that areaagain, he retorted, of course,
but this time I'll take along theold thirty odd six, just for good
luck. The interesting part of thisBrinsley story is that it had occurred in

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nineteen sixty. Ivan Sanderson wrote aboutits lengthy and detailed Thanks so much for
listening to podcasts article. Just wantto go off on a tangent for a
second about Expedition Bigfoot. And ifyou've been watching Expedition Bigfoot but haven't been
able to watch the last few episodes, this will be a spoiler, so
you may want to pause this showat this point. Something that just happened

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in the last two episodes and currentepisode. So here's a person that posted
a statement about the Expedition Bigfoot show, and I happen to agree with that
one hundred percent, and I justwanted to share it with you. I
think it's a good assessment of whatwas seen. So if you know what

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this is here it is for thoseof you who think that was a bear,
you need to watch it again moreclosely. This is what Russell Acord
saw. Pay special attention to theend. When he bends his knee and
takes a step, you see hisfoot go behind him and is lifted vertically.
Then compare that to the Patty footage. This is extremely characteristic of the

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way Bigfoot walks. Bears do notwalk like this. They sort of shuffle
and do not completely bend the kneeand lift their foot vertically. To me,
there are only two or three optionshere. One it's a bigfoot.
Two it's a human. Three,it's edited and has special effects. If

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you believe either of the last two, you might as well not watch the
show, as that would make ita totally fake show. Feel free to
believe that if you wish. However, I for one respect the professionalism of
the team, and one percent believethis has to be Bigfoot. So I
really enjoyed that statement. I thoughtit was extremely accurate and it's exactly what

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I saw after I watched it sevenor eight times. Russell Acord was the
one who had the sighting, andhe, you know, he goes a
little into what he saw, andit's been posted all over every social media
outlet, and I think it's fascinatingand it's great that they actually came out
with something other than just a bunchof high tech equipment that didn't catch anything.

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So the season's been great, Ithink, speaking of Expedition big I'm
going to have a friend on andhe is a researcher and he hasn't gotten
caught up in social media. Asa matter of fact, I don't think
he's on any of it, whichis probably a great thing. Glad that
he can actually do that like someof us can't. And he is going
to come on and we're going tohave a conversation and talk about Expedition Bigfoot

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just as soon as he's finished watchingall three seasons. I kind of begged
him to jump in there and watchit all and give me his impression,
and we're going to talk about thatin an upcoming show. If you have
any questions or anything you'd like toshare, feel free to send me an
email. It's Bigfoot's Wilderness at gmaildot com. Bigfoot's Wilderness at gmail dot

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com. And I appreciate your timeand thanks so much for listening. Have
a great night. Oh m hm hm