Sasquatch Chronicles - SC EP:475 Terror in the Woods II

Episode Date: September 26, 2018

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Black thing go from left to right, and I thought, I'm going to die out here. No one's ever going to know. I couldn't believe what my eyeballs was showing me. I'll never forget how evil the eyes were. It was horrible. I mean, I've never seen nothing that evil. It ran towards me at a rate that I can't even explain, turned and stared at me, and this look of, I just want to kill you. I want to say it was human, but it wasn't. He was yelling out, maybe grab a gun, grab a gun. I was like, for what? He said, just grab a gun.

And there's footprints all the way to the door of my house. It had went inside my garage all the way to the door. 911, what are you reporting? Get somebody out here. What's going on now, sir? That son of a bitch is about six foot, nine, I don't know. Do you see him now, sir? Yes, I'm looking right at him.

You're listening to Sasquatch Chronicles. Check us out online at Sasquatch Chronicles.com. If you've had an encounter, email me. My email address is Wes at Sasquatch Chronicles.com. Welcome to the show, everyone. Thanks for being here tonight. Got a great show plan for you tonight. Going to be welcoming back to the show, William Sheehan,

who wrote Bigfoot, Terror in the Woods, Sightings and Encounters, volumes 1 through 4, William Sheehan. So if you go to Amazon, look up William J. Sheehan. and he actually wrote the books. And I love the books. I sit and I read them every night. Then I fall asleep and I have nightmares.

Bill, welcome back to the show. How are you doing tonight? Good and yourself. Oh, thanks for asking, Bill. I'm doing pretty well, my friend. I'm doing pretty well. Thank you so much for taking the time to come back on the show. I really do appreciate it.

No, it's my pleasure. And thank you to the listeners for the, and it does my heart good to see people, embracing, you know, something that I put together. Yeah, I'm glad that they're buying the books, and I enjoy reading them, and I'm really not a reader, but I definitely enjoy reading them. I know the first encounter we're going to talk about tonight is from Volume 1, The Feasant Hunter. If you would, tell us about that, Bill. Okay, so this account was told to me by a fellow named Eddie Pedigrew.

It's an amazing story. Let's begin. Some of the good old boys and I had planned a weekend pheasant hunt. If we all showed up, there would be 12 of us there, a group perfectly suited to flush the soybean field that we had in mind for the hunt. It was about 10 a.m. on Saturday, by the time all of these old-timers had arrived, I was the captain of the hunt, and my job was to call out when I wanted the two end men to begin the flush through the field. When everything works well, the line of hunters form a crescent moving forward through the field,

which gives the end men a shot at anything flying away. Most of the guys were shooting eight shot through a modified choke, including myself. This shot size and choke would put a good spread of pellets on any bird at 20 to 25 yards, and since the pheasant is typically a low flyer, you won't have much more distance to shoot without endangering those who are flanking you on the drive. The rule is that we never turn more than the 10 o'clock and 2 o'clock position with our bodies or our guns. That day we took about 13 birds, which was a fairly good day's work for the crew. The next day, we were supposed to hit a nearby cornfield for more of the same,

but the weather wasn't cooperating, the forecast being for rain showers all day long. I got on the phone with my buddy Mike and asked him if he was willing to give it a go, even though all of the other guys on the phone chain had bailed. I told Mike that I really liked the look of the thicket next to the soybean field that we had hunted yesterday, and I suggested bringing the dog with us. Mike was usually game for anything, and today was no exception. I put my setter in the truck and met up with him at the field. It was dreary and drizzling when we got there.

Now, just so you understand, there was a thicket flunking this field on two sides, made up of a very deep and intertwined bramble. There was no way a man in his right mind would penetrate it or even attempt to do so, for you would be torn up before you knew what hit you. However, a dog could sneak around low, going in and out of the little tunnels that were formed by the growth and flush out a bird. The morning didn't work out so well, even though this appeared to be choice ground. I don't know if it was the rain or the fact that the temperature had dropped 10 degrees, but the dog hadn't spooked a single bird. I thought that maybe he couldn't get where they were hunkered down

since a bird won't jump until it's forced to. You almost have to step on them before they will take to the air. Having no success in the morning, we took a little break with our plan being to hit the other side of the field later on once the rain let up. So we took the dog and walked about a half mile over to the other thicket. This one was even denser than the other had been, and I began to wonder if the dog could even work it at all. We began to work southward as the dog moved through the mess, and after about 20 minutes, the dog was so deep inside that we couldn't see or hear him, so I called him out. We pet him and gave him a snack before sending him back in.

It must have been only a few minutes before we heard him yelp and start to bark frantically. We thought that perhaps he had found a bobcat because that was the only other time I had heard him sound like this. For today's hunt, I had switched my ammo to a seven and a half shot, knowing that the seven and a half shot would give me a range of about 30 to 35 years. which is better than the eight shot. The pellets are slightly larger and heavier, which also gives them more flight time to the target. The dog was barking frantically in the thicket,

and he didn't respond to my call at all. He had obviously seen something that we could not. When all of a sudden a monstrous bigfoot erupted from the thicket, and we both knew immediately what it was. I turned my over and under double-tort. it and hit it squarely with both loads at very close range. I'm not bragging, but I am a very proficient shot, and I nailed this critter broadside with both barrels,

and it didn't even flinch. Now, if a human had tried to run through this patch, it would be like trying to pull free from a pair of razor blade handcuffs. But this thing was bowling through the crap like he was running through a wheat field. He took one quick glance at us and tore out. I don't know what they are made of, but if you or I attempted to do what it did, you couldn't. It would take you 10 minutes to go 10 feet, and you would be so cut up we would have to call an ambulance. It was tearing through this mess at full giddy-up, like a weed whacker on steroids.

My partner quickly squeezed off two more rounds, but by that time, It wasn't worth the effort. If my two loads didn't take him down at 20 yards, nothing would. In about 30 seconds, he was gone. We tried to hustle down the thicket. Mike had three more chambered, and I was trying to reload, but it was all to no avail. This booger was gone, and we were shocked that we couldn't even see him running away.

Talk about excitement. We had gone from zero to hero and back in about 45 seconds. My heart was racing a mile a minute, and I know Mike felt the same way. We both kept saying to each other that we couldn't believe it, but believe it we did. We had just witnessed and shot at a giant booger in the soybean field thicket. This sucker had to be nine feet tall easily. I say this because no matter where you stood by the side of the same, thicket, it was a foot taller than me, and this critter was head and shoulders above the top.

He was kind of grayish white, and his fur was longer than I thought it would be, even though I had heard all the stories beforehand. The upper body looked like two 50-gallon drums welded together. Sometime, after all of this, I couldn't stop thinking about the shotgun blast that had showed no effect on the creature. This thing's outer skin must be as thick as a board. I hit him squarely with close to 1,200 pellets at 50 to 60 feet, and I didn't notice so much as a clump of fur from flying off. There was nothing. It was like I had fired two blanks at it. I got to thinking that maybe its skin was like an elephant's, or maybe its hair follicles, reach a couple of inches deep or something.

A shotgun wouldn't take an elephant down, and it wouldn't take down this booger either. When we got back to town, we told all the boys what we had seen, and they would beside themselves. You don't want to run into one of these bad boys with anything less than a 30-odd-six, and that's the truth of the whole matter.

So that's pretty... I can't imagine. I'm a shooter. I don't hunt per se. I shoot trap my over and under Barretta. If you got hit with that thing, at the range this guy was talking about, with that pellet load, you're not walking away. No, you're not. Just incredible, you know?

It is incredible. It makes you wonder, because I've heard encounters like this before, Bill, where people take a shot. And it makes you wonder, I mean, just must be so dense. You know, you hit a grown man at birdshot like that. Shotgun, you hit a man close enough. He can cut a guy in half with a shotgun, even with, you know. And so I think, yeah, that's fascinating. That's really fascinating.

You can tell he's from the South, too, because he calls it boogers. You can tell he probably ran across them before. I've noticed that before in the past when I talked to people from the South. When they start really talking about boogers, you can tell they've either run into one or they know someone that has. And for him to turn and shoot, he must have really felt like he was in fear. Secondhand of the Bigfoot, the booger.

But he was kind of standoffish about it, having never seen one for himself. And apparently there's a lot of moonshine chatter, you know, when people have had a snootful talking about this and that. And he kind of thought that's all it was. And yet on this particular day, If he hadn't had his setter with him, who was in deep in this thicket,

obviously annoying the heck out of this Bigfoot that was buried in there, they would have never known that thing was in the thicket. It was only because of the relentless hounding of the dog, the barking and everything, that the creature had launched out of the thicket and decided to make a beeline for wherever it was going. I mean, you know, and his saying that I like the way he put it, and that's why I was inclusive of it, Razor Blade handcuffs. I said to myself, well, that about sizes up,

what would happen to ramble yourself. It just was beyond the pale as far as impossibility for a human to go through there. And yet the creature was able to go busting through there, like it was nothing and virtually unharmed by the shot or the briar patch itself. Just incredible. It really is. And like I said, I've had a lot of, I've talked to a lot of encounters where people shot at them. And hunters are kind of, they're not really sure what to think because you know how many hunters I've talked to where they've pulled the trigger and it seems like it doesn't affect them.

Fascinating, fascinating stuff. That's a Fasant Hunters, Volume 1. Let's go to the bone pile volume four. I'm really curious about this. I had my own bone pile story a couple episodes back. But if you would, Bill, tell us about the bone pile. This is volume four, Bigfoot, tear in the woods. Sorry, Bill, I didn't make a else.

No, no, no, no. It's interesting that you said you had a story because I actually have two accounts from a bone pile. This is the second one. And the interesting thing about it. this is the bone pile in and of itself is enough to get your thinking. But the fellow who was hunting is the real point, as you will soon see. And I'm going to read it just the way I wrote it, and in there you'll see that I make reference to the previous story of the bone pile. Perfect.

Although I, as a writer, under most circumstances, do not consider repetition to be advisable. When we are speaking of all things, Bigfoot, repetition seems to be the norm. As far as they and their habits are... I am continually presented with the same or similar circumstances surrounding the sightings of and or the evidential findings relative to these crimes. creatures. In one of my previous witness testimonies, there was a collection of bones found in the deep woods while he was on the hunt. As you will soon read, yet another collection of bones has been found with somewhat of a gruesome twist as to whom or what they belong to. I would also be remiss if I didn't tell you that of all the people who could run across such a fine

David Brinks has spent the past 17 years as an orthopedic surgeon, aside now and allow David Brinks to testify as to what exactly he found in the Kootenay by Mount Oakey on October 7, 1999. As I told you, Bill, when we first made contact, I did not personally see anything in regards to a Bigfoot or a Sasquatch type, but it was rather what I found while on the hunt that troubled me to such an extent that to this very day, I am haunted by it in my thoughts. I also told you I have given up hunting in the deep woods entirely October 7th, 1999 was my last day in the forest. I have likewise sold off my entire collection of long rifles

which had been quite extensive and expensive as a result of what I encountered that day. I had hiked in about six miles following Tokum Creek to where I had reached a point where I was in, shall I say, the shadow of Mount Oakey. While hiking in this entire area, it is full of life of a variety of sorts. Animals both large and small abound, as well as birds and critters of every sort imaginable, providing one is looking. I was, as I said, about six miles in when the realization came upon me that everything had grown eerily still and silent. This happened so gradually that it must have been over the course of perhaps a mile before I actually stood still in one spot to look and listen in order to confirm my thoughts and my feelings. when the realization had struck me and my hunch had been confirmed in reference to the stillness and lifelessness I was encountering,

a cold chill went through my body like a lightning bolt from head to toe. I had never experienced a feeling as such in my entire life of hunting. This was followed by a feeling of imminent danger and the thought that I may even lose my life. Personally, I have over 10 years of education, and I'm not used to psychological breakdowns of any sort taking hold of me. My career and my patients being completely reliant on my ability to be level-headed and skilled at both what I do and who I am. I remember standing my ground and trying to gain control of my thoughts for some 20 minutes. because after all, I couldn't exactly run out of here with my gear.

At some point, I felt as though I had somewhat normalized again and began to move into the timber by the base of Mount Oakey. Following what appeared to be a rather broad game trail, which from the looks of it seemed to be well-traveled by large animals in the area. I came upon what I will describe as a small side path, which was leading through a wall of brush that was about 10 feet tall. Walking through this wall of brush, this small trail opened up into what looked like a cleared campsite. In other words, the ground in here was virtually cleared of debris and was so tamped down that it looked like hardpack. It measured some 30 feet by 15 feet being oblong in its dimensions.

Scattered about in this clearing at first glance were hundreds upon hundreds of animal bones, strewn randomly about in the clearing. As my mind was trying to process that which my eyes were now seen, my vision shifted to what appeared to be a key. camouflage jacket laying off to the left side near the fringe of the clearing. I stepped over to take a closer look when I realized that the jacket was still wrapped around who had been its owner. The waistline of the coat was collapsed to the ground, and when I lifted it up with the remains of a human pelvis were visible, devoid of the lower extremities.

upon probing the upper torso with the branch, the coat was still supported by what I assumed was the still intact rib cage, as well as the skeletal hands and arms extending from what were now severely deteriorated sleeves. As I now examined what was a severely damaged skull, my observations confirmed that the entirety of the facial structure, from the maxilla to the frontal bone, inclusive of the nasal, zygomatic, temporal, orbital, and the lesser bones, had all been impacted by some type of blunt force trauma, which had rendered the entire face compressed to some five inches within the skull. I knew immediately that this had not been done by a bear, and no human was capable of delivering such a blow.

The head looked as though a seven-inch round block of steel had been pounded into it front-on. I started to tremble and shake quite violently as I stood looking over this apparent victim of some type of hideous murder. But why this individual had found his place here was all of these other bones, was incomprehensible to my rational way of thinking. Within the confines of this space, there were no bones visible that still had flesh or tissue attached to them in any state of decomposition. And yet, here I was standing in the middle of animal and human remains on a patch of ground that was, was so worn and hardened that not so much as a weed was coming forth out of it. With my gloves on, I attempted to do a search of the remaining pocket areas of the coat and came up with a business card for an insurance agency about 200 miles away from where I now was. Having made my way

out of the woods and back to civilization, I immediately reported my findings and the location to the local authorities. I gave them the business card and offered to take them back where I had made the find if they desired me to do so, to which they responded that they would let me know if they needed any further assistance on my part. To this day, I am tormented by having found this torso with no legs lying in this sea of bones within the forest. Something or someone had spent a lot of time in that clearing to have worn it down to the state in which I had found it. It had the appearance of a campsite that was used on a regular basis by a family of five, and yet nothing was there when I had arrived.

Out of everything that I had seen and felt, it was the damage that had been rendered to the individual's face that haunts me to the same. very day. Death from such an impact was certainly instantaneous, and yet what had performed such an evil act was unknown. I had contacted you, Bill, because my own thought process had brought me around to the notion that this was done by a Sasquatch. I have never heard of or known a bear to deliver such a blow.

and the remains of the jacket showed no signs of having been slashed or clawed in any way, other than the natural breakdown of the fabric having been left outside in the elements for a prolonged period of time. What do you make of that? It's tragic, is what I make of that. It's tragic. It's interesting. I had, and for the audience, that's a bone pile, volume four, Bigfoot tear in the woods. sightings and encounters, Bill Sheehan. But you know, Bill, that reminds me of, I think it was episode

468 I had on Rick from Canada. He had discovered a bone pile, almost identical to what you described. As that guy was telling you his encounter, almost word for word, that's what he said. He walked in. It was this big tunnel system, and it opened up to this big, wide, round area where it looked like a bunch of giants when they're eating animals. And he made the comment, well, I didn't see any humans, so otherwise I would report it to the police. But in reality, I know he didn't spend time looking around. He knows he didn't spend time looking around. I would get out of there as quick. You know, I come across something like that. I'm out of there. It's tragic. You know, you hear people of disappearing. They just vanish. And you always wonder what happens to

them. And I think this goes on more than people want to admit. Well, it's funny that you mention that because I the thing that came to my mind I had listened to I don't have his books I had listened to

on coast to co-cone missing people and although he wasn't forthcoming and the events surrounding them and I said to myself I have

witness accounts numerous witness accounts of bodies being found with the ribcage caved in, limbs missing, and hikers. And I said to myself, these have to be some of these people that go missing.

You know, you don't, you're not just walking along with somebody in a group and you suddenly disappear. I mean, even if a mountain lion got the jump on you and grabbed your jugular to the point where you couldn't speak, you know, a 150-pound cougar is not going to be able to just drag away a man in a matter of seconds

to the point where nobody can see or hear what happened. It's just, it's an impossibility to me. Yeah, I agree. And there's going to be a mess. You know, if a cougar gets a jump on you, it's going to be a bloody fight to the end. And it's going to be a mess. So you can usually tell when a cougar gets someone. and this is just something very different.

This isn't a bear. This isn't a serial killer. This isn't a cougar. The way he describes that, gosh, it's such a terrible story. The way he describes that dead person, it's something very different. It's not natural, in my opinion.

Well, what, first of all, if you think about the cause of death being a frontal blow as the doctor described it, And then he describes it as a round cylinder of steel, having been rammed through the front of the face. And he gives the details of all of the individual facial bones that were rammed five inches deep into the skull. And the surrounding skull was still intact. It was something that was pounded, picture taking a skull.

sledgehammer, which is what, two and a half inches in diameter, and just bashing it into a pumpkin, and the whole that it makes, and all of the rind and everything gets driven into the pumpkin, and the rest of the pumpkin is still intact around it. This is the way he's describing this head. The impact had to have occurred so suddenly and forcefully that it was able to just bang through the middle of the face, withdraw the hand, and the rest of the head was intact, like a King Kong jab, if you will.

I mean, that is just, and he said he's a hunter. He had a collection of long rifles. And you can only imagine an orthopedic surgeon. His collection was probably insane, and he sold them all off. I'm not going to go back in the woods again. That's what he said.

I can't blame him. I don't think I would either. You don't even need to see a saskwatch in that situation. You can realize what did that damage. You know, it's interesting. There's an account from Canada of a hunter coming across a dead grizzly bear. And the way he describes the injuries are very similar to this. He said it looked like something very large, punched it in the face, caved in the whole side of its face, like it just hit it like a right hook from a boxer.

I guess the only positive side to the story, I'm sure it was a quick death. I'm sure it was quick and it was over very quickly. He probably didn't even see it coming. Well, before being punched or whatever, you know, may almost shock it. As the doctor said, you know, this is incredible. And you know, Wes, I had a couple of thoughts in mind that I'd like to share with you and the listeners. You know, it's been said or it is said. And this is relative to the way people perceive Sasquatch and some of the shows where the dudes are marching around looking for them with flashlights and infrared.

But as a writer, you know, my wheels are always turning. And I said to myself, I want to share this with Wes and the listeners. You know, it's been said that there is a time coming when the lion will lay down with the lamb. That time is not now. Right now, the lion eats the lamb and enjoys doing it. And if the listeners out there or anybody else is thinking for one minute that you are going to go cozy up with the hairy man, it's my opinion that this thing will tear your sorry carcass up, limb from limb, and you will end up looking like a hard-boiled egg that got dropped into a blender.

Personally, I wouldn't enter into the woods with anything less than, say, a Remington pump, stuffed with double-odd buckshot and a holstered 45 as backup. You were talking before about other guys who have shot at Bigfoot, and we just heard about Eddie Pedigrew pumping two rounds of seven and a half load at this guy at close range. I have a witness in books, the story I, pumped four rounds. Now, of course, I won't tell you the full story, because one might say, well, maybe he shot over him or around him. I could tell you he didn't. He pumped four rounds downrange at a Sasquatch that was charging his position from an M1 carbine, and this sucker kept coming.

I mean, just I mean, I am a good shot. I could shoot a bottle. You running at me across a football field. You are going. And I was listening to him under the premise that he was a good shot. And I thought he had to be a good shot because not too many guys will just go out hunting without a scope.

He had a bare-bones, M-1 Carbine, Korean War vintage. And he put four rounds on this sucker that was coming at him. Yeah, that's scary. Absolutely nuts. It is nuts. You know, it's like when I had the people on for the, was it, Spotsville Monster? They got up on their roof and every one of them had a rifle. If you can imagine a bunch of hillbillies up on a roof.

And I say hillbillies in a loving term, but they're all armed to the teeth. They're the people I'd want if I had Sasquatch around. But anyway, they're all up on the, They're all up on the roof and the thing comes out of the barn and they all blast it. And it just keeps going. I mean, it jumps the fence and leaves. And I had the mother on and she was like, I don't know what to say. I'm sure they hit it.

They must have hit it several times. And you're right. That is terrifying, man. When you start, you pull that. That's why I think one needs to be shot, but you need to be very careful shooting one. And it's not just that one. What about his buddy or his brother or whatever? You got to be careful in those situations, and they don't just go down so quickly.

Makes you really wonder about the build of them and the muscle structure, because it takes a lot to withstand something like that and not go down. I thought that Eddie Pettigrew had hit on a very unique point, which was his idea of making the relationship between an elephant and a Sasquatch. You know, a gun was created that was then aptly named the elephant gun, because this is what hunters were taking. Apparently having failed, if you now name something, the elephant gun,

it had to be a creation for a hunter-shooting elephants. Right. Had to be a hell of a gun. Yeah. Well, you know, it's got to be a big bore with a large projectile. And a lot of, you know, I remember as a kid, my father showing ammunition. And when I held it in my hand,

I thought to myself, holy God, you wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that reign of 10th, merciful. This 50-color ammo could go through a metal door, blow through a cinder block wall, kill you on the other side of a wall.

And yet, this other fellow in book six, the fifth bullet, into the monster, and it was running. I mean, that is just crazy. Now, we both know when you go to hunt animals, if you don't get a heart shot, even if you hit them in the lung, you may see some spray through the skull to find them. But four rounds in the chest, I have to say that really, the only way you could seriously

take one of these things down would probably eye, the neck, because these guys are shooting them in the chest, Target, you know, and he put four rounds in him and nothing. Yeah. I really don't know what you say about that. You know,

it's just like, what? I'm with you. I'm with you. When is five and six coming out? I had a couple members asked me when volumes five and six of Bigfoot tear in the woods,

sightings, and counters. When is that coming out, Bill? Well, five, I believe, will probably be out

in the next couple of weeks. In fact, my proof of just emailed me today be done with it tonight. But then there's other incidentals involved with it and then getting it and then uploading it to Amazon. It'll be, I think within about two weeks, five should be up and six is probably going to come out.

I'd say maybe late in October. Well, I can't wait, Bill. I can't wait for five and six to come out. I'm on volume three. But for the audience out there, go to Amazon, check it out. Bigfoot, Terror in the Woods, Sightings and Encounters, Volume 1. one through four, William Sheehan, Bill Sheehan. If you get a chance, pick up his book.

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Tell us about this. This is really interesting because it involved a duo, two people. Both of these people had been in this very same location before. It was one of their favorite fishing holes. So let me get down to Brass Tacks here and read you the... account. This account came to me by way of Danny Sheehan, who is unrelated to me. In retirement, my uncle Jack moved to Rutland County in Vermont. Having been employed as a graphic artist for most of his life, he had also dabbled in watercolor painting as a hobby for an equally long period

of time. Being a city boy for most of his life, he would head up to the country whenever possible in search of some interesting subject matter to paint, with his favorite themes being fly fishermen, covered bridges, old farmhouses, and boats. He not only painted fly fishermen, but was totally taken to the sport himself. I would go to visit him periodically in order to fly fish with him, and within the immediate surroundings of his area alone, there were many great places to fish for brook trout. It was a veritable potpourri of fly fishing pleasure. On this day, we headed to a place where we had fished several times in the past, it being my uncle's favorite spot to fish, and with good reason. Not only was the fishing superb, but this location was some of the

beautiful Vermont property that you will ever set your eyes on. While I fished on the rocky bank of this creek several years before, my uncle had been on the other side of the creek with an easel using me as a model for a painting, and I have this painting in my home to this very day. We were near a town called Wallingford, and were fishing a body of water known as Otter Creek. He knew a gentleman who owned an old farmstead that this creek passed through, and it was the combination of the man's property and outbuildings in conjunction with the shape and natural design of the creek in this area, which made it such an outstanding location. I will do my best to bring you into this picture. The original owners of the farm had been cheesemakers and created what we now know as well. Vermont Cheddar. I would say that the acreage was about 40, give or take a few, and there was a

large farmhouse that sat in the middle of the land, as well as two very large unpainted and well-weathered barns. When you looked out over the farm from the elevation of the house, it was mostly cleared rolling terraced land aside from a few trees that had been left for shade and aesthetics. It was comprised of a number of large sections, which was separated from each other with split rail fences and gates, which had allowed the cows to graze in certain areas while allowing the rest to grow back. This terrace land rolled down to the edge of the creek where we were standing, with the creek itself being maybe 40 feet wide at this point, including its rock-strewn banks.

Now, if you were to stand on the western side of the creek, your back would be to the farm, and if you crossed over to the eastern side, your back was now against a steep embankment that had trees of many shapes and sizes growing on it. The creek had grayish-colored, sharply angled stones on both of its banks, as well as within it. Some weighed hundreds of pounds, and most of the largest stones within the river had fish hiding behind them. For the most part, the creek was about a foot deep, but there were also some smaller, deeper pools. The day was very overcast in gray, which I prefer over bright sunlight for fishing. So for me, it was perfect.

There was not another soul in sight, and as we had permission to be here by the owner, and he was away on a Christian mercy mission in South America. Being a doctor by trade, he and a medical team occasionally donated their skills and time to help others who are less fortunate than the rest of us. And so we were alone and tucked down into this creek. For those of you who don't fish, there are times when fishermen laugh and joke around, but most of the time is spent in silence and solitude. We had been quietly working the creek for two to three hours when we heard a large splash on the water

that came from somewhere around the bend. I saw my uncle look in the direction of the splash, but we kept on fishing. Moments later, we heard a couple more splashes in quick succession. as we quietly began to move towards the sounds. Exchanging a couple of quiet words and wondering what might have made the noise. A splash always gets the utmost attention from a fisherman. It doesn't matter if you are in the bay, ocean, lake, river, or creek.

A fisherman always wants to know what's splashing and why. So the two of us began to stealthily creep along the same. the bank. We were both hunched over trying to catch a first glimpse under some tree branches. All of a sudden I saw a long, dark arm reached down and hit the water with a splash, and my uncle wheeled backwards and almost fell. He turned and mouthed to me. It's a damn big foot and waved for me to move back. We must have retreated about a hundred yards away, moving to a point far beyond where we had begun, and for additional protection, we had crossed to the other side of the creek and climbed up the farm's first grassy berm to a point where we were about 15 feet or so above the creek.

Slowly, we started to make our way to a place where we could see the creature, doing our utmost to use some bushes and small trees as cover. Finally, we reached a favorable position and hunkered down to observe its movements. We were further away, but we could see even more now than we had seen from the creek. This Bigfoot must have been so preoccupied with trying to grab a trout that it didn't stand a chance of noticing us. He was bent over, staring at the water, without so much as taking us. a single break to look away. We watched him try to grab a trout at least 20 times without success,

but he just kept trying. This thing was determined. Now, just in case you don't know, trout are extremely slimy, and this slime acts as a protective coating. It's generally only after a good fight that you're able to cradle them very gently in your hand and take the hook out of their mouth. No matter who or what you are, the act of grabbing one while it was swimming is nearly impossible, hence the creature's obvious frustration. We must have watched for 45 minutes, and still it hadn't had any success in catching a trout. Finally, it looked up, surveyed the area briefly and turned, climbing up the steep bank in three steps, and having reached the top, it walked away out of our sight. The bank that it had climbed must have been about 15 feet tall

and was on a very steep angle. When the monster had been standing next to this embankment, it had been well over half the height of this slope, and it took three strides up this steep embankment. without using any hand grabs before it was gone over the top and out of our sight. It was absolutely out of this world. It was only once the thing was out of our sight that we began to talk quietly. When I had initially seen the arm come into view, I thought that it had to be five feet long. It turns out that my uncle had seen the head and upper body at the same time that I had seen the extent. arm. So he knew what the thing was way before I did. Its hair had some rusty colored

undertones to it, and I think that if the sun was shining, we would have been able to see even more reddish hues. The hair was actually very long, and on some areas of the body, in particular the head, I would say that it was 10 inches or so in length, and it hung off the back of its arms as well. The head was somewhat conical, but not pointy, and the upper part of the skull stood out much prouder than ours. Its face was much flattened, and the jaw protruded well beyond its nose. Its facial skin was also very dark and deeply furrowed, in fact, the wrinkles was so deep that they appeared as painted black lines on the face and brow of the creature. I would estimate its weight at about 1,500 pounds.

This beast's back was five times as thick as those of the most massive weightlifters that you have ever seen in your life. I would venture to say that it could probably snap a baseball bat in half with just its fingers. When we had briefly caught a back view of the creature, it appeared to me that its triceps were maybe 12 inches wide, and perhaps even more than that. Now try standing in front of a mirror while holding a ruler next to your arm and visualize what I am saying. When we saw it take the three steps up the embankment, its legs were obviously flexed to the maximum. with the thigh muscles having bulged to the point where they look to be two feet thick.

The body strength that would be needed to make this motion so quickly, and without grabbing so much as a branch, would be off the charts in the human realm. But this thing is in no way a human being, nor is it our mutated offspring. This is some kind of animal. remember seeing a film clip of a grizzly bear running down a deer on a mountain slope. This grizzly was booking it, and its musculature was all business. When I watch a deer get spooked and run on my own property, it's incomprehensible that anything else could catch it. And yet, this 1,500-pound grizzly had the wearer's all to do so.

It was so real and yet so unreal at the same time. And he's speaking to me, I know you get it, but when you are there seeing it with your own two eyes, it is only then that the legends can ring true and become part of your own reality. That is incredible. That is incredible. And you know that we were talking about the pheasant hunters,

and you hear this guy described in the Rutland encounter in volume one, you can kind of see where, you know, you pop off a shotgun, you're probably not going to take it down, you know, especially the way he's described. Imagine hitting that with a shotgun. It's just not going to happen. No, it's not going to happen. It's not going down.

If he doesn't run and he decides to come at you because now he's pissed off, you're toast. Yeah, I agree. I mean, there's no defense. And it's fascinating, too, his behavior. that you described their bill. I had the albino white sasker, albino monkey, I don't remember what I named it,

white monkey, albino monkey of Pennsylvania. It was a member only show. And he described something very similar, where the same was grabbing fish, trying to grab fish. And this one had actually grabbed fish out of the river and was eating it. And after it got done,

it would just toss it over its shoulder, grab another one, and try and eat it. So that's fascinating. You remember earlier I had mentioned that to me, these creatures live their lives like forces teaches survival training. You are down from everything you know and love. And now everything takes over as far as I need to get food. I need to get shelter. I need to get water.

And you will try and do anything and everything you can in any area that you are in, shot at drinking some creek water, into somebody's chicken coop and snapping the neck of a bird and hoping you could maybe... and get yourself a trout. These creatures, they're in the coops. They're taking people's animals. They're in the orchards. They're in the farm field.

they're in the streams trying to get fish. I told you of an account that's in one of the books to come of Sasquatch scene grabbing the remains that the bears had finished with on a salmon river. And as a matter of fact, this very creek, Otter Creek, I have another account on the same river. Now, by the way, this is the longest running body of water in Vermont, so it covers an extensive amount of separate accounters, Sasquatch, which tells me they are frequenting this area as a feeding ground. I don't know if they're using it as a trail, walking along the side of it to get to other locations.

Who knows? We don't know. But it's really interesting. And as I stated in the beginning, repetition when it comes to Sasquatch is the norm. people are witnessing similar or the same things here tonight. You and I, I have two bone pile accounts in my own possession. And I think you just said you had one in Canada and another one from another individual, no? Yeah, it's pretty amazing, really. And you're right, there is a lot of similarities you can draw between encounters.

It's disturbing is what it is. You know, like the bone pile. You know, when you were telling that encounter, it's like, God, I just had a guy on. I named the show Devil's Lettuce because he was out there planting marijuana, which I got no problem with. You know, I could care less if he's out there planting weed. Good for him. But it reads very similar to what this guy, this doctor was talking about.

And you see that from encounter to encounter. That's why until we have a body, you're not going to learn anything about these creatures. I hate to break it to everyone. There's no Bigfoot experts, and most of these Bigfoot researchers are full of BS. Most of them have no clue what they're talking about. And it's just the way it is. And I hate to say it, but it's just the way it is. The best information you can get is from an eyewitness because you start to draw parallels,

just like the bone pile, just like, you know, we talked about shooting one. There's a lot of parallels. Right. And you know, it's the same in medicine, Wes. how do they achieve treatment protocols and find out what works and what doesn't work? Through the patient's experiences, things are refined and hopefully bettered for future people, patients, and generations by what others have experienced in the past. This is why they call it practicing medicine. it's not a definitive form.

It is ever morphing and ever-changing as you move forward. I wish I had, I don't mind sharing with your audience. And by the way, if you're a man in this listening audience, you need to have your PSA blood test on a regular basis. I West, I went for a blood test for an insurance policy. And I have medical training. When I got the results back, I saw the results. And when I read them, I went, oh my God.

My PSA was and a high PSA level in a man indicates the potential. Well, one thing led to another. and I had prostate cancer. And at the time, I went for 43 external beam radiation treatments, and 10 years clear now, thank God. But since then, there were other treatments out now, like Cyberknife and some other things, that are time because I'm alive to talk to you. Yeah, I am too. I'm glad you brought that up.

I might have to have a blood test on. And I didn't realize you could even test for cancer through a blood test. That's fascinating. Well, it's the PSA, which is the prostate stimulating antigen. And when those levels get high in a man, it's time to, you know, see you're a urologist and make sure you're okay. Do not wait. Do not delay.

Yeah, I'm glad you said that. And thank God you're here, Bill. Definitely thank God you're here. Yeah. That last encounter, though, was Rutland encounter, Volume 1. Bigfoot, Terror in the Woods, sightings, and encounters. A fascinating account. I know the last one is called Harry Man.

And before we came on air, you were talking about pictures or something or evidence that you had seen. Tell us about this. Now, this is going to be in Volume 5, which isn't out yet, which I'm going to buy in October as soon as it comes, or in the next couple of weeks. As soon as it comes out, I'm buying it. But it's Harry Man, Volume 5. Tell us about it, Bill. Yeah, now, this is actually the hairy men.

and I had seen the picture that you're about to hear about, and I might as well tell you, even though I'm going to read it, just showed a group of men, quite a few men, actually, and a string of what I would call large army tents set up along a wood line that was fairly well cleared out. This was an encampment, and you're going to hear about it, and these tents were probably, maybe 14 feet by 12 feet rectangular, just going down, with a flap on the opening, no zipper, and a peaked roof that went up and was no doubt

supported within the tent. I saw this picture, and so let me get right into it with you. It's pretty interesting. Now, the reason I chose this for today, accounts like this, and I have a number of them that are older, two of them that are... They bring to the table the continuity of Sasquatch encounters having occurred many, many years before we first... I know for me it was the Patterson Gimlin film. I think I must have saw 70s And when I saw it

I was a believer even then I said look at that I had no doubt in my mind That this was way before computer CG and all this other nonsense That people used to shoot it down today You had still photographs Negatives

To me it obviously wasn't a man in a monkey suit Again I brought this to the table today To kind of reinforce force these creatures being around way before we became aware of it. So here we go. This account was told to me by a fellow who was actually a resident of Queens, Queens County here in New York, which is pretty close. Here's what Brian had to say. The story of which I'm about to speak was actually handed down to me from my father, having been told to him by my grandfather many years before.

My grandfather had passed in 1971, and his wife, my grandmother, had died several years earlier in 1968. At the time of his passing, I was six years old. To be truthful, I didn't know him very well, he being a very quiet man, but I loved him just the same. During the process of cleaning out grandpa's house, many of the people. things were taken, including an old photograph which was framed and had been hanging on their home's wall. I had seen this photo many times before, but only now was I to learn the history

behind it. Many weeks later, this picture was now hanging in all living room, and I asked my dad if Grandpa was one of the men in the picture. He told me, no. Grandpa was the guy, who took the picture of the other men and the camp. I suppose a brief history lesson is in order as I begin to relay this story to you and your readers about how it is that my grandpa and these men came to be where they were when the picture was taken. If I am a little off, please forgive me,

for I am by no means a historian. In 1916, what we now know as the National Park Service was formed under President Woodrow Wilson. At its inception, it was formed to protect and preserve vast areas of wilderness and the like for the good of the nation and its peoples. There were many great men involved in both overseeing and contributing to this system through the years, John Muir, Theodore Roosevelt, Gifford Pinchot, and Stephen T. Mather, to name a few. In 1903, during a coast-to-coast trip, Roosevelt came to visit Muir, who was camping in Yosemite,

and after having spent the night and awakening to five inches of freshly fallen snow, a spark seemed to have ignited within Roosevelt's heart. In 1906, the Antiquities Act was passed through Congress, which gave sitting presidents the power to create national monuments from then public lands. Roosevelt acted quickly with his newfound power, and the first monument to be created was Devil's Tower in Wyoming, with many others soon to follow. It was during the 30s and the 40s,

amidst the Great Depression, and following the war, that the public was clamoring to get into the parks, but how to get to them and what to do when you got there was the dilemma. Now it was in the hands of President Franklin D. Roosevelt to devise a plan and the so-called Civilian Conservation Corps was formed. In 1935, the Corps had 118 camps located around the country,

and it was employing tens of thousands of men with work building roads, bridges, and needed infrastructure for the parks to be seen and enjoyed. My grandfather was part of the Corps, and this picture was a snapshot of one such camp. Now, the photo shows a group of seven large military-style tents, of which I am sure there were many more, with what appeared to be portable folding wooden tables set up and cement splitting firewood in the foreground.

My dad said that the men were heavily armed, according to his father, because there were many wild animals to contend with, including grizzly bears, which were regularly coming into the camps. Grandpa had also told him that the men regularly shot and butchered animals for food, and they also fished when near the water. Grandpa had told him of many encounters which the crew had had during the course of their construction with what he described as being giant hairy men. He told my dad that many days and nights the hairy men had entered their camp, stealing food, and in some cases doing considerable damage. Their calling card being enormous footprints left behind in the camp, camp, which were particularly visible after it had rained.

I should also mention that this camp was in the Shannandoah Valley near Luray, Virginia, and the picture was taken in 1935. According to Grandpa, early in the morning in August of 1936, the camp had erupted with screams, shouts and gunfire. After the melee had subsided, it became known to all that one of the men, while sleeping in a tent with seven others, had been grabbed by his ankle and pulled from his cot by one of the hairy men. Upon the man shouting, the others awoke throwing hand axes at the beast, grabbing their rifles and shotguns they gave chase across the grounds.

He said that many shots were fired, but the beast was not killed. From that day forward, centuries were set in place throughout the camp, both day and night, to fend off the invading hairy men. He had told my father that the monsters, as he called them, were of enormous stature and strength. The men during the course of their work had both seen and heard them felling trees with their bare hands and dragging them through the timber. I mean, I don't know what you say about that, you know? Yeah, it doesn't shock me at all. I don't know if you know of Theodore Roosevelt. He wrote about this in his book, not this particular encounter, but it was another story that was recounted to him from an outdoorsman that told

him about a killing. His friend had been killed. And if you read the encounter, it sounds like Sasquatch killed this guy. I mean, I don't know how else you could put it. It's not a bear that killed this guy. And one of the things I think is fascinating, and I didn't realize this guy was a real man, Gifford Pinchot. The Gifford Pinchot Forest, National Forest here in Washington State, is notorious for Sasquatch sightings. In fact, it's crazy.

It's probably... I didn't even know where there was a Ginfeld. Pinchot Forest. Yeah, the Gifford Pinchot here in Washington State's notorious for sightings. I mean, there are sightings. I mean, in Washington State, if you hear of an encounter, it probably happened in the Gifford Pinchot National Forest. And I find it fascinating that he was one of the guys. As soon as you said that, I knew exactly what you mean, because it's 20 minutes from me. And it's a huge, huge forest. I mean, size of freaking New York, it's a huge, huge forest. And it's notorious. It goes all the way up. to Mount St. Helens. You know, I'm sure you've heard of Mount San Hellens. It goes all... Of course. Yeah, it goes all the way up there.

And it's notorious for sightings. Absolutely notorious for sightings. And I've often wondered if Theodore Roosevelt did this whole save our national forest, let's make national forest that way that's for the future generation. I've often wondered if he did that based on these creatures to kind of save their environment. It's just a passing thought I've had, but I've often wondered, I don't think he was trying to save a national forest. I think he was trying to save their environment. Now, I'm blowing my mind that you just said that, because I was thinking maybe months ago about an event that happened, I believe it was in the 70s.

it was on the news stations and they were talking about saving the owls somewhere up and around where you live and they were talking about it being some little owl that the loggers were infringing on their

spay this and that and at the time I didn't think anything of it than a bunch of tree huggers that didn't want people cutting down trees for paper anymore, which I was fine with. But more recently, I said to myself, I wonder, I wonder if there was something else in that woods that they didn't want to bother other than what they were saying. And you were just hitting on the very

same thought that I was having about what his reason was for protecting that area. Yeah, you're talking about the spotted owl, and I'll tell you something about funny about the spotted owl here in the Pacific Northwest, which is what you're referring to as far as them trying to save it. There was another owl, I guess, was predatory towards the spotted owl, and so they went through and started killing those owls. And the whole spotted owl story just doesn't make any sense. When you go and really look at it, it makes absolutely no sense. It almost feels like a cover story.

I'm not a conspiracy theorist, but when you really examine the spotted out story, nothing adds up. I mean, absolutely nothing adds up. Yeah, yeah. And to me, with the amount of wilderness in the country, regional, there was no way that any logging company,

company was going to tear through the whole area where it didn't ring true to me. It just seemed like more political. And I never really bought into it, but it was only many, many, many years later that I, in my own mind, was now making a connection that could it have been because of, they knew there was Bigfoot in there and they didn't want to have them move out of there into some other more rural areas? I mean, I don't know. Now, let me ask you something. So if that was the area where Roosevelt informed by this other gentleman that his partner had been killed?

I'd have to go look. I want to say that actually took place in California, but I'd have to look it up. I don't have the story right in front of me. I want to say it was in California somewhere. And he told, and Roosevelt wrote it. He wrote the whole story in his book. And when you read it, it doesn't sound like a bear, doesn't sound like a man. It sounds like a Sasquatch, you know.

And it's fascinating. But I don't think that happened in the Gifford Pencho. Okay. Now, Roosevelt, obviously he was no man's fool. And he certainly would not have penned a story like that had he not been fully convinced of both who the individual was that was telling it, and the

story itself. Absolutely. I agree. That it was true. I agree 100%. Yeah, there's no way. There's no way. I mean, you know. That's fascinating. You know, I learned something today. I never knew where Gifford Pinchot came from. I always thought it was kind of a stupid name.

And then now that it's named after a guy, now I know where it comes from. And it's fascinating. He knew Theodore Roosevelt. I'm telling you, right now, Bill, look up the Gifford Pension National Forest and Bigfoot. Just Google it. Notorious for sightings. Absolutely notorious for sightings. So I had my encounter, and many people have had encounters in the Gifford Pinchot. You know, this study and investigation of Bigfoot phenomena, every time you turn a page, another page is before you. And then another one,

and then another one. And it just goes on and on and on. And for the life of me, I cannot believe why are not being public. It's got to be some nonsense where they think people will be so freaked out by it. They won't do this. They won't do that. But I just don't understand it. You know, it's just very bizarre.

It is bizarre. And I think it comes down to what it is and where it comes from. That's why they're covered up. It's not so much, you know, everyone always says, oh, my God, if they said that Bigfoot was real, everyone would grab their rifles and they'd head out to the woods. I don't believe that. I've been a hunter most of my life. I've known many hunters.

You don't just go out and blast something, just to blast something. And even if you had that mentality, good luck. Good luck to you. We probably won't see you again. You'll probably be in the missing 401. Take care of yourself. Yeah, yeah. Because you probably aren't going to make it too far out there blasting one of these.

things unless you really know what you're doing. Yeah, I wouldn't even risk it. I could only imagine if somebody ever scores one and brings it in, which some claim they have, and the bodies would then disappeared mysteriously. Going on with a story, I don't know if you read it yet, called the cargo. That would be incredible. I don't know. What volume is that, Bill?

What book is that? I believe the cargo is in, my friend, cargo is also in volume 5. I was going to say, I don't remember reading that one. I remember seeing that one. That'll blow your mind. I mean, that, you know, again, for the person who says, oh, it's all BS, okay, good for you. I can't help you any. If you are of the mindset that the individual who brought forth the story is a person of

integrity. In this case, it was another law enforcement guy. Do you think he's full of boogie, too? I mean, where does it end? Is everybody a lion's sack of you know what? And nobody is capable. I don't understand that. I don't understand it. You know, the rejection, the open-faced rejection of damn near everything. You know what? My wife is Spanish. she's from South America. Sometimes we watch Spanish TV. Originally, when we're watching Spanish and the news broadcast, do you know that they, I wouldn't say regularly,

of course I'm not watching this every day, like the Daily News, but I have seen repeated broadities were put right up on the TV, and the reporters were reading the notes from, And whether it's about a UFO, a UFO in the Yucatan Peninsula, Chupacob. I mean, they, I don't see any of that. Nothing. So, you know, what is with that? Why is there no fear there on letting you have a look?

And all of the fear seems to be here in the United States. I just can't figure it out. It just seems almost like a more political baloney to me, where you never really get the truth, you know? Yeah, it is. It is. It's funny. I was watching a thing on YouTube.

And actually, I think it was on Facebook. And it was the same script. And they show like 50 news stations around the United States, and they're all reading the same script. So I think it comes down to, it's like I said, if you kill one, you drag it to a news station. It'll never see the light of day. Because who's paying the bills? And I can tell you who's paying the bills. And that'll never see the light of it.

day. That's why you don't see that stuff here in the United States. There's like two corporations that own all of the news stations. That's why they're all reading the same script. I'm sure most the listeners know what I'm talking about. If you've seen it on Facebook, where they start off with one news station. I think it's like in New York. Then they cut to like here in the Pacific Northwest, then they cut to California, then they cut to Texas, then they cut to Louisiana, Florida. They're all reading the same script. It's the exact same news you're getting. And if that isn't worrisome, I don't know what to tell you, because that's worrisome to me. If that's where your information is coming from, I want to start looking other areas.

Yeah, well, that's it. You know, in other words, the same people own the networks that own the papers, that own the magazines, and basically the people sitting before us are talking heads and suits and ties that are paid to read what's put before them on the teleprompter or the desk. there's no when I was a kid we had Walter Cronkite everybody looked at this guy on CBS like he was their grandfather

when Kennedy got shot he was crying on the television you really felt like you were getting the straight story at that point in time and I don't even know if then we really were but I was too young to think

otherwise it just seemed like there was more integrity and honesty in the media the further you went back. I agree with you. And what else can I say? You know, it's just, but on

and all, we must go, and we will go presenting and it's in the interest of keeping those like your listenership and people like myself and you seen and evidence that's being brought forth whether other people choose

to believe it or not. Yeah, I couldn't agree more, Bill. I really couldn't. agree more. And I know Bill and I are going to talk at the end of the week. I'll have him tell his angel's story. I'll throw it up on Sasquatch Chronicles. I know some of the listeners wanted to hear it, and I'll tell mine to Bill. I'm not going to keep Bill. I'll hold it. I'll throw it up later on in the week. Do you want me to share the story?

Yeah, if you got time, Bill, I know you... No, it's no problem, it'll take me five minutes, ten minutes, and it's you know, it's interesting, again, in the light, if you believe it. And if you don't believe me, it really doesn't matter to me. Because once again, I know what happened to you. Well, I don't know what happened to you, but you know what happened to you. And I know what happened to me. And by the way, I've had numerous encounters with angels in this particular one.

After you hear it, I believe my life was saved, and you can make your own judgment. At that time in my life, I was a... The firm that I worked for was involved in industrial... We were... ...for large machines, fencing, interior design changes. On this particular day, I lost in my hump for the entire... ...on what we call 495, which is here. It runs from Bay Head on Long Island.

and then you go to Montau. So I was on my way home on 495. At the time, I think I had, it was either in 1969 or a 70, was when I was sitting in there, and I was a big car. There was nothing to this thing. And I'm heading home on the LIE, we call it the Long Island Expressway, the LIE 595. I was coming up to a road known as Comac Road where I knew there was a delicate

cold to drink. So I got off of 495, went under the overpass, pulled into the park a lot of this delicate and by the time I went inside and came out with my beverage, walked along the curb on Comac Road, flanking either side of the exit. In other words, now you couldn't drink. out of the driveway seeing what was coming southbound or northbound. These 45-foot trailers on them were on either side. And I'm sitting there like, boy, this is just ice is the cake here, man.

After the day, I can't even pull out of the driveway here until one of these trucks leaves, or both of them leave. So I decided I wasn't going to wait. Way from the driveway to a point where I could now see bound and southbound on Comac. And in my mind, I was just going to wait until I saw the last car coming from each direction that was visible to me go by. And then in my mind, the road would be clear. Here I am in my Toyota, sitting back maybe 50 feet from these tractor trailers, looking north and southbound. and I was convinced

I started moving up put my foot on the gas I was already putting my foot on the gas to help me God Almighty could feel the fingers and hear the noise of the slap my left knee now there is nothing

you couldn't have fit a football under the steering wheel of this car with me sitting in the seat in front of me in the day dashboard coming down underneath it, and this hand came through and slapped my knee against the brake pedal. Now, I swear to you, I was in no way, shape, or form stepping on the break or going to step on the brake. I was accelerating out onto Comac Road when this happened. and as soon as the hand hit my leg,

a four-door tore the front end off of my Toyota. Oh, wow. He went through maybe, I shouldn't say, I don't want you to think like the whole engine. He ripped off maybe four inches deep from my front end, the bumper, the headlight buckets, and kept going. He didn't even stop. And I sat there, what just happened?

And yet I knew what happened, but I was trying to say to myself, my God, that call would have keyboned me right in the door. And the door was like nothing. It would be like sitting in a refrigerator box and getting hit by a truck. There was no way that that door would have saved me from a broadside from this freaking 5,000-pound Cadillac. and I just sat there and said to myself oh my God and do you know

I never shared that story with anybody for decades none of my friends knew about it nobody knew why my car got smashed up in the front I never told a soul but I knew what had happened

and later on in my life my life was Yeah, that's That's amazing That Cadillac would have cut through you Cut through that Toyota Like a knife through hot butter I mean you wouldn't have stood a chance

If that thing would hit you broadside Yeah I don't think so either was I mean you know It would a problem And so you felt something Slap your leg Like to kind of stop off the gas So help me God

if you take your hand, open down against your thigh right now, the same feeling that you experience and the same sound that you will hear doing it was exactly what happened to me. I could feel five fingers whack me on the leg and it drove my foot actually off the floor onto the brake pedal. I can't even explain to you how that could happen. And the car lurched. My head went forward, and the Cadillac impacted the front, ripping the nose off of the car, all in like, it was simultaneously. Wow.

And I just sat there, like, and do you know not a soul came over to me? There was people in the deli, the trucks were there, Nobody was in the parking lot. Nobody apparently heard it. Not a soul came over to me or pulled over and said, oh my God, are you okay? I saw the car. I got his plate.

Nothing. This plate, this Cadillac took off northbound. And he didn't even speed away. It was like he was doing 45 miles an hour, slid along the front of my car, and just kept driving forward. must have been high as a kind of drunk himself to not even stop or it seemed like he didn't even realize he hit me. Yeah, that's crazy. Gosh. Very, very strange. You're lucky to be alive, Bill.

Yeah, well, I'm convinced I wouldn't be here now had that not occurred in my life. Thank God. You know, like I said, that Cadillac would have cut through you like a knife through hot butter, man. It would have cut through that toilet like it was nothing. And you obviously wouldn't be here. That's amazing. Wow. And I think sometimes God steps in and helps you out sometimes in life. You know, I'm a firm believer in that. I'm not really into church. I'm not really into religion. But I think that there's a creator out there that some, you know, steps in sometimes and helps you out. Yep. Well, you know what? I'm going to throw a little plug. you and you

along the lines of what you just said this notion of divine intervention a hunter count in book six I named this account

the priest and when book six comes out make sure you read that story I will I can wait yeah I can wait

knock you out of your sock you know These things are happening. Bigfoot sightings are happening. Unidentified flying object sightings are happening. Angelic encounters are happening. All of these things are happening to people around the world.

And there is almost no talk about it anywhere, except in venues such as your own and other stations or podcasts that are handling such things and discussing them. Other than that, there is no discussion being offered about these things whatsoever. And I'm of the mindset where I share many things with many people

because I enjoy talking to people and I enjoy hearing from people what they by saying something myself and bringing them to a point where they now feel safe. You know, that you feel welcome. When you hear somebody speak of

Bigfoot, now you say, Well, you know, no, I don't know. Please tell me. Yeah, that's true. Yeah. How many things are shared just through the act of sharing. I agree. And you see it even on the show. I mean, there's people who, you know, they'll say, hey, I heard episode such and such. And the guy was talking about this. And let me tell you what happened to me. It's almost identical to what happened to them. And it is. It's like the first guy that raises his hand in.

class and wants to speak out, all of a sudden, everyone in class wants to speak out. And it takes out one person to come forward. But, you know, if you feel comfortable, you're absolutely right, Bill. People come forward and share a lot of things with you. I've heard a lot of strange stories just because of a show I did or a person I had on the show. They'll want to come forward and share it. You know, I think if you give off, like, it's not a joke to you and it's not fun and games to you. It's serious to you.

most people will share with you what they've seen and what they've experienced. Yeah, there's no doubt about it. And you know, something worse, if I could throw a little plug it there. I don't know if anybody's listening or if anybody in your audience. But I've been thinking to myself, and somebody mentioned this to me the other day, that a lot of these stories here, if you broke them down with crews and film or whatnot, you could make one hell of a series. No, I agree.

Hollywood disagrees though I've been down that trust me I've been down that road on many occasions I've turned down many production companies because they want to turn it

into some sort of joke and I'm like just go with the material there's nothing more that's needed I don't need your scary music you don't need to film someone banging on a tree

just go with what happened to someone but you know Hollywood has it all figured out so it's hard to sell it to them as far as reality doesn't seem like something that sells very well, even though it does. I mean, you listen to podcasts of people sharing their encounters. You read Bill's book, people sharing their – it's fascinating. It's very fascinating.

But unfortunately – There's no doubt about it, you know. I just said to myself, you want to be rocked out of your sock to some of these witnesses. Yeah, especially since it's a true – you know, when you tell some – you can tell a fictional story, But when you tell a story, it's kind of like, I don't know if I've experienced this recently. I can't give an example. But actually, I can. It was Tom Cruise.

He was in a, what's the name of the movie? He was a drug runner. I can't remember the name of the movie. And when you watch the movie, you're like, oh, my God, this is a crate. No one's going to believe this. This is the most ridiculous story I've ever heard. Then you find out it's a real story. And you're just like, oh, my God, I can't believe that was a real story.

and I wish you could remember the name of that. Tom Cruise, he's like a drug runner. I'll send it to you, Bill. I can't think of the name of the movie off the top of my head. But when you watch it and then realize this is a real story or a true story, you're just blown away by it because you're like, no one's going to believe. If Hollywood would have written that story, no one would have believed that story. Yeah, yeah, yep, yep.

No, I guess there's a certain amount of truth to that, you know, If they wash it over, it's not exactly like a documentary. But when you're speaking about something that said not to exist, what is it? But, you know, bogus, if it's never identified as being legitimate, really everything we say or do about it relative to mainstream is bogus. Yeah, it's not real. It's just all jive talking, you know?

Yeah. No, well, I appreciate you coming on, Bill. I know you and I are going to talk at the end of the week for the listening audience. And Bill, thank you for taking the time to come on to, by the way. I appreciate it. I'm really glad to be you. No, I appreciate your time. Bigfoot, Terror in the Woods, Sightings and Encounters, Volume 1 through 4.

I'll put a link underneath this episode. W.J. Sheehan, Bill Sheehan, definitely pick up his book. Excellent read. Bill, thank you again for coming on. I really do appreciate it. Well, thank you. And thank you listening audience. spending some time listening to me.

Thanks, Bill. And that's it for tonight, everyone, remember, if you've had an encounter, shoot me an email. My email address is Wes at Sasquatch Chronicles.com. If you get a chance, check out Sasquatch Chronicles.com. Until next time, everyone. Moving across the country faster than the coronavirus

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