September 4, 2025 • 25 mins
The day-to-day grind and the fact that I lived in a big city at times almost felt claustrophobic.
Coming home, although only a few hours southwest, was always a welcome relief. I grew up in horse country. We always had horses, and the feeling of being able to get out on a trail and feel the wind on my face was the perfect way to decompress.
I might go from a slow walk to a light trot or canter depending on the terrain. There’s nothing like it.
On this day, the gentle rolling hills led to an open meadow and finally over to some dense forests. The horse, Bella, was well-trained and gentle, a good match for my skill level at that time...
Coming home, although only a few hours southwest, was always a welcome relief. I grew up in horse country. We always had horses, and the feeling of being able to get out on a trail and feel the wind on my face was the perfect way to decompress.
I might go from a slow walk to a light trot or canter depending on the terrain. There’s nothing like it.
On this day, the gentle rolling hills led to an open meadow and finally over to some dense forests. The horse, Bella, was well-trained and gentle, a good match for my skill level at that time...
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
The day to day grind and the fact that I
lived in a big city at times has almost felt claustrophobic.
Coming home, although only a few hours southwest, was always
a welcome relief. I grew up in horse country. We
always had horses, and that feeling of being able to
get on a trail and feel the wind in my
(00:23):
face was the perfect way to decompress. I might go
from a slow walk to a light trot or canter,
depending on the terrain, but there's nothing like it. On
this day. The gentle rolling hills led to an open
meadow and finally over to some dense forests. The horse, Bella,
(00:45):
was well trained and gentle, a good match for my
skill level at the time. It was on a crisp
autumn morning that I arrived at the mountain farm, seeking
solace from the hustle of city life. I yearned for
the tranquility that nature would provide. What can I say,
(01:07):
There's nothing like coming home. The farm's breathtaking trails and
serene landscapes had drawn me in with the promise of
a day of reflection and adventure. As the sun cast
its golden hue over the horizon, I climbed up once
more on the sturdy chestnut mare. This particular path led
(01:28):
away from the main grounds, deeper into the heart of
the valley. The trail, blanketed with fallen leaves, whispered beneath
Bellow's hoofs, creating a rhythmic, almost cadence that soothed my
restless mind. The air was crisp, filled with the earthy
scent of pine and the distant call of song birds.
(01:51):
Sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows that dance
along the forest floor. I felt a profound connection to
the land, a sense of peace that only such untouched
beauty could evoke. As we entered further, the trail narrowed,
(02:13):
flanked by towering oaks in dense underbrush, the ambiance grew quieter,
the sounds of the farm fading into the background, replaced
by the subtle symphonies of the wild. It was in
this secluded stretch that Bella suddenly halted, her ears perked,
muscles tensing beneath me. Easy girl, I murmured, gently, patting
(02:39):
her neck, but Bella remained still, her nostrils flaring as
she sniffed the air. Following her gaze, I scanned the woods,
searching for the source of her unease. Then, amidst the shadows,
I saw it, a massive figure, partially obscure, cured by
(03:00):
the trees. Standing upright, it towered over the underbrush, covered
in thick, matted hair that blended seamlessly with the forest.
Deep set eyes locked onto mine, reflecting a mixture of
curiosity and surprise. Time seemed to stand still. My heart
(03:22):
raised a surge of adrenaline flood of my veins. I
had heard tales of elusive creatures inhabiting these woods, whispered
legends of the sasquatch, but never had I imagined actually
encountering one. The creature took a cautious step forward, its
gaze shifting between me and Bella. It sniffed the air,
(03:46):
its expression shifting from curiosity to confusion. I realized that,
cloaked in the horses scent, my presence had been masked,
leading to the unexpected conference. Bella shifted nervously, sensing the tension,
(04:07):
I tightened my grip on the reins, my mind racing.
I knew that sudden movements could provoke the creature, but
remaining still seemed equally perilous. Summoning my courage, I spoke softly,
were not here to harm you. My voice trembled, but
I hoped the gentle tone would convey my intention. The
(04:32):
creature tilted its head as if processing my words. After
a moment, it emitted a low, guttural sound, a mix
between a grunt and a hum. To my astonishment, it
began to retreat, stepping backward into the shadows, its eyes
never leaving mine. Within seconds, the forest reclaimed its mystery,
(04:58):
the creature disappearing as silently as it had appeared. Bella
relaxed beneath me. Sensing the danger had passed. I exhaled deeply,
realizing I had been holding my breath. Turning Bella around,
I guided her back toward the farm. My mind a
(05:19):
whirlwind of thoughts. Had I truly encountered a sasquatch? Had
my imagination conjured the creature from the depths of folklore.
The vividness of the experience left little room for doubt,
Yet the rational part of my mind grappled with the
impossibility of it all. Upon returning to Magic Mountain Farm,
(05:42):
I dismounted my legs unsteady. I approached the stable hand
an elderly man with a weathered face and knowing eyes
everything already asked I I think I saw something out there,
I replied, with my voice barely above a whisper. The
stable hands expression grew serious. You're not the first folks
(06:05):
around here have spoken of strange sightings in these woods
for generations. What do you think it is? The man shrugged.
Some say it's just legend, others swear it's real. Whatever
it is, it doesn't seem to mean us harm. I nodded,
my mind, still reeling as I left the farm, I
(06:29):
couldn't shake the image of those deep set eyes, the
profound intelligence they held. The encounter had been brief, yet
it left an indelible mark on my soul, a reminder
of the mysteries that lurk just beyond the veil of
the known. In the days that followed, I found myself
(06:51):
returning to the woods, not out of fear, but out
of a deep seated desire to understand. Each rustle of lee,
each distant call, filled me with a sense of wonder
and possibility. The forest, once a place of recreation, had
(07:11):
become a realness of endless mystery, inviting me to explore
its depth, and perhaps one day encounter the elusive being
once more. The deep woods stood still under the weight
(07:55):
of a moonless night. A thick fog hung low between
the town ring pines, clinging to the earth as though
it were alive, twisting and creeping with every breath of wind.
The air smelled faintly of damp moss and the decay
of fallen leaves. Everything in the forest moved in shadows,
(08:20):
and nothing could be trusted, not the trees, not the sounds,
and especially not the night itself. Hidden within the suffocating blackness,
a massive figure shifted silently through the underbrush, a shadow
(08:40):
among shadows. The creature moved with an eerie grace, its
fur brushing against the wet bark of ancient trees, its
eyes glowing faintly amber peered through the gloom, its senses
raining for any kind of movement. The sasquatch had been
(09:03):
on the prow for hours, stalking the forest in search
of prey. The hunt was long, but tonight was different.
The forest was alive with the scent of life. A
young buck had strayed too far from its herd, and
now it was the sasquatches for the taking. The buck
(09:27):
was grazing in a small clearing, oblivious to the predator
lurking nearby. Its ears twitching, but it kept its focus
on the grass, unaware that something far more dangerous than
the usual predators was watching. The sasquatch crouched low, its
(09:48):
massive form hidden in the thick foliage, its breath steady,
and as it carefully surveyed the deer's movements, there was
no rush. Patience had always been the sasquat ratest ally.
A flight of movement from the edge of the clearing
caught the creature's attention. The deer raised its head, nostrils
(10:10):
flaring as it sniffed the air. It froze, eyes wide,
and then in a heartbeat, the sasquatch pounced. The force
of its charge was immense, a blur of fur and
muscle as it crashed through the brush and tackled the
deer with brutal strength. The animal let out a short,
(10:31):
sharp cry before the sasquatch's hands closed around its throat,
squeezing with terrifying precision. The deer struggled for a moment,
its hoofs kicking at the air in vain, but within
seconds the Sasquatch's grip tightened, and the life drained from
its prey. The creature stood over the limp body of
(10:57):
the buck, its chest heaving with exertion, eyes scanning the
surrounding trees. It was quiet now. The only sound the
occasional rustle of the wind in the branches above. The
sasquatch crouched low, lifting the deer's lifeless body with one hand.
It was easy. The creature's strength was beyond measure. The
(11:20):
hunger gnawed at its insides, its stomach twisted with anticipation.
But there was something else, a pole, a subtle warmth
in the distance, an unfamiliar scent wafting through the trees,
something that called to it. In the distance. Of fire flickered.
(11:45):
The sasquatch paused, the smell of burning wood, the warmth
of the flames. They were enticing humans. The creature had
encountered them before, but rarely disclose. It had learned to
avoid them, to stay hidden. But tonight the hunger was
too great, the pull of the fire too irresistible. It
(12:09):
knew that it was a danger to approach, but its
instincts told it to go. The hunger was a powerful thing,
stronger than the creature's caution. With a low grunt, the
sasquatch began to move toward the source of the fire.
(12:30):
A few miles from the clearing, three campers sat around
a roaring fire. The heat from the flames crackled and
hissed in the cool night air, casting a flickering orange
glow over their faces. The campers, a group of friends
in their early twenties, went celebrating the weekend in the woods.
(12:52):
They had set up camp earlier that afternoon. Three tents
in a loose circle around the fire, with chairs and
a cooler scattered about. Laughter echoed through the trees as
they joked and shared stories. A guitar lay near by,
abandoned for the moment, while half empty cans of beer
(13:15):
were scattered on the ground. They had no idea that
they were not alone. The fire crackled loudly, sending sparks
into the night sky. Oblivious to the creature drawing nearer,
the sasquatch crouched behind a thick line of trees, its
(13:35):
amber eyes fixed on the light in the distance. It
could feel the warmth of the fire on its fur,
and the smell of the burning wood made its stomach
churn with hunger. The human voices reaching the creature's ears,
faint but clear. They were laughing, joking. There was something
(14:00):
comforting about the sound, but there was also something about
it that made the sasquatch uneasy. It had been too
long since it had encountered humans. The last time had
been a fleeting, terrifying moment, nothing more than a shadow
(14:21):
passing in the dark. These people, though they were close,
they were warm, They were food. The sasquatch's eyes flicked
down to the deer still dangling from its hand. The
carcass was heavy, but it didn't matter. The creature dragged
(14:45):
the deer forward, its steps heavy and deliberate. Each movement
was measured, calculated. It had to stay hidden. The humans
couldn't see it, not yet, not until it was too late.
As the sasquatch crept closer, its massive form barely visible
(15:06):
in the shadows, the firelight grew brighter, the voices of
the campers grew louder. One of them, a woman with
short brown hair, stood up to poke the fire, sending
a shower of sparks into the air. The sasquatch froze,
eyes narrowing. It was just a few more steps to
(15:28):
the camp. The sasquatch knelt down low, dragging the deer's
body into the brush near the edge of the camp.
It paused, taking in the scene before it. Three people
oblivious to the death lurking just beyond the circle of light.
(15:50):
The campers were focused on each other, laughing and shouting
over one another, their attention fixed on the flames. The sasquatch.
His breath was slow and steady as it waited, eyes
flickering from one camper to the next. It had to
be patient. The fire was too loud. They wouldn't hear
(16:11):
it coming, not yet. But the hunger was building, the
fire's warmth, the smell of meat. It was too much
to ignore. The sasquatch's stomach growled deeply in its chest,
and without thinking, it stepped forward. A twig snapped underfoot.
(16:32):
The woman close to the fire turned suddenly, her eyes
wide as she scanned the trees. Her heart skipped a beat,
her mouth went dry. What was that? She whispered. The
men at the fire turned to look, their faces lit
with the flickering light. What one of them asked, his
(16:58):
voice thick with laughter. What do you mean? I thought?
I heard something, she replied, squinting into the darkness. The
sasquatch froze. It had been discovered. For a moment, the
creature stood motionless, its amber eyes locked on the campers.
(17:19):
The woman's voice faltered as she stood there, gazing into
the darkness, trying to make sense of what she thought
she had heard. The fire crackled again, but the night
felt suddenly heavy, suffocating. The air had changed, It felt charged,
(17:39):
like a storm was coming. Then the sasquatch made its move.
It stepped into the firelight, its massive form silhouetted against
the backdrop of trees. The campers screamed in unison as
they saw the creature for the first time, its enormous
figure towering over them, its shaggy fur black as the night,
(18:04):
its eyes glowing with animalistic hunger. The woman screamed, stumbling backward,
tripping over a chair as she fell to the ground.
One of the men stood frozen, staring in terror at
the beast, the other reaching for a hunting knife at
his belt, his hands shaking. The sasquatch's massive hands reached
(18:28):
for the deer. With a quick swipe, it grabbed the
carcass from the ground and hoisted it on to his shoulder.
The creature's eyes flicked to the campers, watching them as
it considered its next move. It was hungry, too hungry
to wait, its mouth watered at the thought of fresh meat.
(18:51):
So close, yet so far. The man with the knife
plunged forward, but the sasquatch was too fast. With a roar,
it swung its massive arm, knocking the man into the
fire pit. He yelped in pain as flames licked at
his clothes, but he scampered to his feet, trying to escape.
(19:16):
The sasquatch didn't give him a chance. In a blur,
it closed the distance, grabbing the man by the throat
and lifting him into the air. His struggles were futile.
The woman scrambled to her feet, backing away into the trees.
The sasquatch didn't pursue. It was too focused on its prize,
(19:39):
the man's blood staining its fur as it slowly crushed
the life from him. The last thing the woman saw
was the sasquatch's glowing amber eyes, full of hunger and rage.
The firelight flickered one last time before everything went dark.
(20:00):
By morning, the camp was deserted. The fire had long
since burned out, the embers fading into nothingness. The trees
went silent, the air heavy with a sense of loss.
A presence lingered in the shadows. The sasquatch was gone,
as if it had never been there at all, but
(20:24):
the forest remembered, and somewhere deep in the heart of
the woods, the hunger still stirred. Thanks for joining me
(20:53):
for that chilling story. I sure hope you enjoyed it
as much as I enjoyed sharing it. Stay tuned, there's
plenty more to come right here on Bigfoots Wilderness.
Speaker 2 (22:00):
Tame. Email you in
The day to day grind and the fact that I
lived in a big city at times has almost felt claustrophobic.
Coming home, although only a few hours southwest, was always
a welcome relief. I grew up in horse country. We
always had horses, and that feeling of being able to
get on a trail and feel the wind in my
(00:23):
face was the perfect way to decompress. I might go
from a slow walk to a light trot or canter,
depending on the terrain, but there's nothing like it. On
this day. The gentle rolling hills led to an open
meadow and finally over to some dense forests. The horse, Bella,
(00:45):
was well trained and gentle, a good match for my
skill level at the time. It was on a crisp
autumn morning that I arrived at the mountain farm, seeking
solace from the hustle of city life. I yearned for
the tranquility that nature would provide. What can I say,
(01:07):
There's nothing like coming home. The farm's breathtaking trails and
serene landscapes had drawn me in with the promise of
a day of reflection and adventure. As the sun cast
its golden hue over the horizon, I climbed up once
more on the sturdy chestnut mare. This particular path led
(01:28):
away from the main grounds, deeper into the heart of
the valley. The trail, blanketed with fallen leaves, whispered beneath
Bellow's hoofs, creating a rhythmic, almost cadence that soothed my
restless mind. The air was crisp, filled with the earthy
scent of pine and the distant call of song birds.
(01:51):
Sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows that dance
along the forest floor. I felt a profound connection to
the land, a sense of peace that only such untouched
beauty could evoke. As we entered further, the trail narrowed,
(02:13):
flanked by towering oaks in dense underbrush, the ambiance grew quieter,
the sounds of the farm fading into the background, replaced
by the subtle symphonies of the wild. It was in
this secluded stretch that Bella suddenly halted, her ears perked,
muscles tensing beneath me. Easy girl, I murmured, gently, patting
(02:39):
her neck, but Bella remained still, her nostrils flaring as
she sniffed the air. Following her gaze, I scanned the woods,
searching for the source of her unease. Then, amidst the shadows,
I saw it, a massive figure, partially obscure, cured by
(03:00):
the trees. Standing upright, it towered over the underbrush, covered
in thick, matted hair that blended seamlessly with the forest.
Deep set eyes locked onto mine, reflecting a mixture of
curiosity and surprise. Time seemed to stand still. My heart
(03:22):
raised a surge of adrenaline flood of my veins. I
had heard tales of elusive creatures inhabiting these woods, whispered
legends of the sasquatch, but never had I imagined actually
encountering one. The creature took a cautious step forward, its
gaze shifting between me and Bella. It sniffed the air,
(03:46):
its expression shifting from curiosity to confusion. I realized that,
cloaked in the horses scent, my presence had been masked,
leading to the unexpected conference. Bella shifted nervously, sensing the tension,
(04:07):
I tightened my grip on the reins, my mind racing.
I knew that sudden movements could provoke the creature, but
remaining still seemed equally perilous. Summoning my courage, I spoke softly,
were not here to harm you. My voice trembled, but
I hoped the gentle tone would convey my intention. The
(04:32):
creature tilted its head as if processing my words. After
a moment, it emitted a low, guttural sound, a mix
between a grunt and a hum. To my astonishment, it
began to retreat, stepping backward into the shadows, its eyes
never leaving mine. Within seconds, the forest reclaimed its mystery,
(04:58):
the creature disappearing as silently as it had appeared. Bella
relaxed beneath me. Sensing the danger had passed. I exhaled deeply,
realizing I had been holding my breath. Turning Bella around,
I guided her back toward the farm. My mind a
(05:19):
whirlwind of thoughts. Had I truly encountered a sasquatch? Had
my imagination conjured the creature from the depths of folklore.
The vividness of the experience left little room for doubt,
Yet the rational part of my mind grappled with the
impossibility of it all. Upon returning to Magic Mountain Farm,
(05:42):
I dismounted my legs unsteady. I approached the stable hand
an elderly man with a weathered face and knowing eyes
everything already asked I I think I saw something out there,
I replied, with my voice barely above a whisper. The
stable hands expression grew serious. You're not the first folks
(06:05):
around here have spoken of strange sightings in these woods
for generations. What do you think it is? The man shrugged.
Some say it's just legend, others swear it's real. Whatever
it is, it doesn't seem to mean us harm. I nodded,
my mind, still reeling as I left the farm, I
(06:29):
couldn't shake the image of those deep set eyes, the
profound intelligence they held. The encounter had been brief, yet
it left an indelible mark on my soul, a reminder
of the mysteries that lurk just beyond the veil of
the known. In the days that followed, I found myself
(06:51):
returning to the woods, not out of fear, but out
of a deep seated desire to understand. Each rustle of lee,
each distant call, filled me with a sense of wonder
and possibility. The forest, once a place of recreation, had
(07:11):
become a realness of endless mystery, inviting me to explore
its depth, and perhaps one day encounter the elusive being
once more. The deep woods stood still under the weight
(07:55):
of a moonless night. A thick fog hung low between
the town ring pines, clinging to the earth as though
it were alive, twisting and creeping with every breath of wind.
The air smelled faintly of damp moss and the decay
of fallen leaves. Everything in the forest moved in shadows,
(08:20):
and nothing could be trusted, not the trees, not the sounds,
and especially not the night itself. Hidden within the suffocating blackness,
a massive figure shifted silently through the underbrush, a shadow
(08:40):
among shadows. The creature moved with an eerie grace, its
fur brushing against the wet bark of ancient trees, its
eyes glowing faintly amber peered through the gloom, its senses
raining for any kind of movement. The sasquatch had been
(09:03):
on the prow for hours, stalking the forest in search
of prey. The hunt was long, but tonight was different.
The forest was alive with the scent of life. A
young buck had strayed too far from its herd, and
now it was the sasquatches for the taking. The buck
(09:27):
was grazing in a small clearing, oblivious to the predator
lurking nearby. Its ears twitching, but it kept its focus
on the grass, unaware that something far more dangerous than
the usual predators was watching. The sasquatch crouched low, its
(09:48):
massive form hidden in the thick foliage, its breath steady,
and as it carefully surveyed the deer's movements, there was
no rush. Patience had always been the sasquat ratest ally.
A flight of movement from the edge of the clearing
caught the creature's attention. The deer raised its head, nostrils
(10:10):
flaring as it sniffed the air. It froze, eyes wide,
and then in a heartbeat, the sasquatch pounced. The force
of its charge was immense, a blur of fur and
muscle as it crashed through the brush and tackled the
deer with brutal strength. The animal let out a short,
(10:31):
sharp cry before the sasquatch's hands closed around its throat,
squeezing with terrifying precision. The deer struggled for a moment,
its hoofs kicking at the air in vain, but within
seconds the Sasquatch's grip tightened, and the life drained from
its prey. The creature stood over the limp body of
(10:57):
the buck, its chest heaving with exertion, eyes scanning the
surrounding trees. It was quiet now. The only sound the
occasional rustle of the wind in the branches above. The
sasquatch crouched low, lifting the deer's lifeless body with one hand.
It was easy. The creature's strength was beyond measure. The
(11:20):
hunger gnawed at its insides, its stomach twisted with anticipation.
But there was something else, a pole, a subtle warmth
in the distance, an unfamiliar scent wafting through the trees,
something that called to it. In the distance. Of fire flickered.
(11:45):
The sasquatch paused, the smell of burning wood, the warmth
of the flames. They were enticing humans. The creature had
encountered them before, but rarely disclose. It had learned to
avoid them, to stay hidden. But tonight the hunger was
too great, the pull of the fire too irresistible. It
(12:09):
knew that it was a danger to approach, but its
instincts told it to go. The hunger was a powerful thing,
stronger than the creature's caution. With a low grunt, the
sasquatch began to move toward the source of the fire.
(12:30):
A few miles from the clearing, three campers sat around
a roaring fire. The heat from the flames crackled and
hissed in the cool night air, casting a flickering orange
glow over their faces. The campers, a group of friends
in their early twenties, went celebrating the weekend in the woods.
(12:52):
They had set up camp earlier that afternoon. Three tents
in a loose circle around the fire, with chairs and
a cooler scattered about. Laughter echoed through the trees as
they joked and shared stories. A guitar lay near by,
abandoned for the moment, while half empty cans of beer
(13:15):
were scattered on the ground. They had no idea that
they were not alone. The fire crackled loudly, sending sparks
into the night sky. Oblivious to the creature drawing nearer,
the sasquatch crouched behind a thick line of trees, its
(13:35):
amber eyes fixed on the light in the distance. It
could feel the warmth of the fire on its fur,
and the smell of the burning wood made its stomach
churn with hunger. The human voices reaching the creature's ears,
faint but clear. They were laughing, joking. There was something
(14:00):
comforting about the sound, but there was also something about
it that made the sasquatch uneasy. It had been too
long since it had encountered humans. The last time had
been a fleeting, terrifying moment, nothing more than a shadow
(14:21):
passing in the dark. These people, though they were close,
they were warm, They were food. The sasquatch's eyes flicked
down to the deer still dangling from its hand. The
carcass was heavy, but it didn't matter. The creature dragged
(14:45):
the deer forward, its steps heavy and deliberate. Each movement
was measured, calculated. It had to stay hidden. The humans
couldn't see it, not yet, not until it was too late.
As the sasquatch crept closer, its massive form barely visible
(15:06):
in the shadows, the firelight grew brighter, the voices of
the campers grew louder. One of them, a woman with
short brown hair, stood up to poke the fire, sending
a shower of sparks into the air. The sasquatch froze,
eyes narrowing. It was just a few more steps to
(15:28):
the camp. The sasquatch knelt down low, dragging the deer's
body into the brush near the edge of the camp.
It paused, taking in the scene before it. Three people
oblivious to the death lurking just beyond the circle of light.
(15:50):
The campers were focused on each other, laughing and shouting
over one another, their attention fixed on the flames. The sasquatch.
His breath was slow and steady as it waited, eyes
flickering from one camper to the next. It had to
be patient. The fire was too loud. They wouldn't hear
(16:11):
it coming, not yet. But the hunger was building, the
fire's warmth, the smell of meat. It was too much
to ignore. The sasquatch's stomach growled deeply in its chest,
and without thinking, it stepped forward. A twig snapped underfoot.
(16:32):
The woman close to the fire turned suddenly, her eyes
wide as she scanned the trees. Her heart skipped a beat,
her mouth went dry. What was that? She whispered. The
men at the fire turned to look, their faces lit
with the flickering light. What one of them asked, his
(16:58):
voice thick with laughter. What do you mean? I thought?
I heard something, she replied, squinting into the darkness. The
sasquatch froze. It had been discovered. For a moment, the
creature stood motionless, its amber eyes locked on the campers.
(17:19):
The woman's voice faltered as she stood there, gazing into
the darkness, trying to make sense of what she thought
she had heard. The fire crackled again, but the night
felt suddenly heavy, suffocating. The air had changed, It felt charged,
(17:39):
like a storm was coming. Then the sasquatch made its move.
It stepped into the firelight, its massive form silhouetted against
the backdrop of trees. The campers screamed in unison as
they saw the creature for the first time, its enormous
figure towering over them, its shaggy fur black as the night,
(18:04):
its eyes glowing with animalistic hunger. The woman screamed, stumbling backward,
tripping over a chair as she fell to the ground.
One of the men stood frozen, staring in terror at
the beast, the other reaching for a hunting knife at
his belt, his hands shaking. The sasquatch's massive hands reached
(18:28):
for the deer. With a quick swipe, it grabbed the
carcass from the ground and hoisted it on to his shoulder.
The creature's eyes flicked to the campers, watching them as
it considered its next move. It was hungry, too hungry
to wait, its mouth watered at the thought of fresh meat.
(18:51):
So close, yet so far. The man with the knife
plunged forward, but the sasquatch was too fast. With a roar,
it swung its massive arm, knocking the man into the
fire pit. He yelped in pain as flames licked at
his clothes, but he scampered to his feet, trying to escape.
(19:16):
The sasquatch didn't give him a chance. In a blur,
it closed the distance, grabbing the man by the throat
and lifting him into the air. His struggles were futile.
The woman scrambled to her feet, backing away into the trees.
The sasquatch didn't pursue. It was too focused on its prize,
(19:39):
the man's blood staining its fur as it slowly crushed
the life from him. The last thing the woman saw
was the sasquatch's glowing amber eyes, full of hunger and rage.
The firelight flickered one last time before everything went dark.
(20:00):
By morning, the camp was deserted. The fire had long
since burned out, the embers fading into nothingness. The trees
went silent, the air heavy with a sense of loss.
A presence lingered in the shadows. The sasquatch was gone,
as if it had never been there at all, but
(20:24):
the forest remembered, and somewhere deep in the heart of
the woods, the hunger still stirred. Thanks for joining me
(20:53):
for that chilling story. I sure hope you enjoyed it
as much as I enjoyed sharing it. Stay tuned, there's
plenty more to come right here on Bigfoots Wilderness.
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