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Situs togel writes “Michael saw Bigfoot in 2021. He shares his fascinating story and thoughts on how it has affected him. In June of 2021, Michael drove home from a music gig late at night near the St. Lawrence River in Northern New York.”

Bigfoot Sighting in Northern New York

A listener writes “I’ve had a few odd experiences in the Stanislaus and the areas around Yosemite national park. My wife and I experienced weird lights or orbs and some screams in Bear Valley CA in the Stanislaus national forest while staying at the bear valley lodge.

We were watching a thunderstorm over the mountains behind lake alpine, when we noticed how silent it was around the lake, like dead silent. The lightning storm went on for quite a while, and while we were sitting in the heavy silence, watching and waiting for thunder that never really came, we started to notice random lights that looked almost like flashlights moving very quickly back and forth along the ridge and in the tree line below. At first, I thought it was just some people out for a night hike, or some kids trying to get a better look at the storm, but then we noticed that the lights. They moved in spurts and then shut off randomly, then reappearing somewhere a little farther away. I am not sure if it’s related, but I’ve heard enough stories from your podcast about orbs. We sat out at the lake till about 11-11:30, watching the storm and these strange lights which eventually seemed to disappear on top of the ridge where i know from hiking that ridge the next day there are no actual trails or anywhere to go other than a drop off on the other side of the mountain.

The lights we saw would have had to be hovering over the tree line for us to see them from where we were at. The second night we returned to the lake, we had known that a concert was happening in the valley that night, but it ended around 9:00, with a small bonfire happening after till 10-10:30. The concert ended at a hard 10:30 but once the valley drifted back to the night time silence we started to hear some strange vocalizations off in the distance, like a howling moan almost like something was trying to imitate the music that was playing earlier from the concert.

It was as if the notes were drawn out slightly too long for a human. My wife pointed it out, and as we were about to pack up and leave, she stopped me while I was zipping up my backpack, motioning for me to listen and we heard this almost melodic moaning from the end of the valley where the woods get thicker. We returned to the hotel to get something to eat and then go for a late night walk in the small town around the hotel. We found a vacant parking lot that had a large flatbed trailer loaded up with 2x4s. I’ve read about the wood knocks and calls, and I grabbed a 2×4 and smacked the closest tree and let me tell you the knock that came out was ear shattering loud in the silence. The bugs and critters had not started back up, so it echoed loud and long. My wife immediately grabbed it from my hands and put it back whispered kinda scared and kinda laughing ‘Do NOT do that again. Let’s go!’ It was around 1-1:15 am at this point and we made our way down to where the road loops around to the disc golf parking lot.

As we approached the lot, I heard something off in the distance that sounded like a scream and grabbed my wifes arm we both stopped and listened. We heard what sounded like a booming shout, followed by a long drawn out piercing scream. It sounded like someone was murdering a witch with an incredible lung capacity. We walked toward some picnic tables on the edge of the lot to see if we could hear any better.

As we got a little closer we heard a very loud and distant whoop followed by a long heavy like bellow/roar which was quickly responded to by another whoop and the same long drawn out scream we had heard a few minutes before. My wife and i were discussing it the next morning, she said that it had sounded like a loud whoop then a long yell, and then another, higher pitched yell followed by that scream. The scream was so long and disturbing my wife had asked if we should wake the rangers worried someone might be in trouble or getting murdered, but at that point I was positive about what we heard, especially with her confirmation. Being thoroughly creeped out, we quickly walked back to the room and went to bed.

The next day I was listening to some Sasquatch vocals to see if I could match up the sounds and it sounded a lot like the Sonoma Sounds, but a more piercing scream. We went out by the lake one last time the next night, and it was so silent that we were too uncomfortable to stay very long. On the ride back from the lake that night, we noticed two deer acting strangely on the side of the road. It was like they were afraid to go into the woods, it looked like they were going to cross the road, so I slowed to a stop. They began to cross then stopped, turned around to the woods and then stopped almost crossing again like they were afraid to go back the way they had come but also like they were afraid of going into the woods across the road. They hovered near our car for a few moments before slowly creeping off to just inside the tree line heads up and very alert before we took off.”

UAMN TV writes “At the 2025 Conscious Life Expo, the Skinwalker Ranch investigative team Thomas Winterton, Kaleb Bench, and Bryant “Dragon’ Arnold revealed secrets, and insights from their controversial research.

From drone malfunctions and broadcast anomalies to UAPs entering and exiting the mesa, the panel exposed stunning evidence of forces at play that defy known science. They shared suppressed moments from the show, discussed military encounters, and debated whether the anomalies stem from extraterrestrial, interdimensional, or intelligence-agency origins. This cinematic, in-depth discussion reaffirmed that Skinwalker Ranch is not just a location—it’s a portal to deeper truths the public has barely begun to grasp.”

UAMN TV: Skinwalker Ranch Update

A listener writes “My experience occurred in August of 2006, near Huntington, Texas on a property belonging to a friend of mine that happens to jut up against and blend with Angelina National Forest, a Federal-managed preserve and park that mostly surrounds Sam Rayburn reservoir. And not just any part, but one of the Wilderness management regions of the forest at that.

A good portion of his land is heavily wooded and swampy in some parts, and navigating it can be tricky at times. Knowing him, he is very private and shies away from scrutiny, and I will divulge no further as to the exact location of the property to protect his privacy. From my understanding, he sold it a few years ago to a logging company, i think. My particular story though, I will make no efforts to withhold both the known facts and my personal opinion on it, both at the time it occurred and my perspective now. I will refer to him as “C” anytime I refer to him in my account.A little bit of brief background on myself, the relevance of which will become more apparent as I relay my story. To be frank, I am unsure of what to really make of it but let’s get to it.I am now 42 years old. I am a fairly accomplished woodsman, a hunter and a fisherman since childhood. My godparents, who sponsored my father when he came here after the Vietnam War, were from Mississippi, swamp folk, and I spent quite a bit of time on their extensively wooded property as a child and young teen until they passed away within a year of each other when I was about 14.

My godfather was a quarter Cherokee, an Army veteran from WW2 days, and a member of a unit of hand-picked soldiers that conducted clandestine operations behind enemy lines, a unit that would eventually evolve into what we refer nowadays as Special Forces, Army Rangers, mostly men from predominantly rural areas that were heavily mountainous and/or wooded swampland; essentially hunters. He was an accomplished tracker and experienced outdoorsman, thus as a child I was taught many of the ways of his people; being attuned with nature, identifying foot tracks and animal markings, general woods knowledge and survival skills. I continued practicing these skills as I grew into adulthood as much as time would allow. I have lived in east Texas since I was 7, Katy to be precise, just outside Houston up until after high school; I then lived in Cypress for a number of years and now live in Goodrich, a town of 258 souls about 10 minutes south of Livingston and Sam Houston National Forrst, and about an hour+ from the Angelina Forest Preserve. I have hunted in many different places both within Texas and the gulf region, and elsewhere; North Carolina, northern California, Arkansas, Mississippi, Georgia, few other places. Alaska, actually no, but one day soon!I had met “C” right after high school. He was the older uncle of a school friend of mine, and he had invited me to his property several times; I had been out there maybe 3-4 times before the incident.

I was actually quite familiar with his property, and had assisted him before in installing/removing a couple of deer stands, some hog pen traps, and even set up a game camera, one of several he kept near the outskirts of his property near the preserve. I had hunted deer on his private land several times, and culled hogs when their numbers swelled.This particular trip was a favor to him; C actually lived in Lufkin and asked me to make a trip out there and check on a deer stand and swap one of the game cameras; he had some acquaintances coming out there to hunt for deer the following week and wanted me to check on the deer stand’s condition. I had been out there in May earlier that year but did not stop by either deer stand; I am a stalker and a tracker by nature, not a camper but to each their own. A brief redirect concerning Sasquatches. As a child I had read books on the subject, among other cryptozoology materials, but this was before the internet was extensive and social media platforms existed, so this was mostly restricted to older books and articles from libraries; knowledge of Bigfoot behavior and encounters was not as widespread as it is now, and it wasn’t until recently again in life that I learned so much more about them, and your podcast was/is a big part of that, and I was astounded by what I heard others relayed in their encounters and some of it reminded me of my incident, which all these years I did not even consider Bigfoot in explaining what happened.

Oral stories and firsthand accounts I did not hear too much of as a child; once when I had asked my godfather about Bigfoot, he grimly informed me that there were spirits in nature, and the closer one got to nature, the more I would understand. He explained that respect and reverence for nature was our first duty on this planet, and as long as one was prepared and alert, the greatest threat out in the wild would generally be other humans, not nature, though nature was merciless to those unprepared. That mentality has shaped my life outlook in general and my particular opinions on Bigfoot, but more on that later. Back to the incident. It was really going to be a short trip, maybe 2.5 miles to the back of the property, so maybe 6-7 miles total for the day. I arrived on a Monday evening and set up at C’s cabin, planning on heading out very early in the morning. Goal was to check/replace if needed the game camera, circle north and check the deer stand, and head back to the cabin by late evening, then back out early in the morning and check the other stand (budgeting time for any minor repairs if needed) and then hunt the rest of the day into the evening. Normally I carry one of two rifles while hunting; a Marlin 336 chambered in 35 Remington, my swamp gun, shorter range, heavy hitter, for dense brush and will go through trees at short range if needed, or my Marlin MR-7 in 30-06, my prized bolt action with scope, for longer range work. On my side I typically carry a 1911 in 10mm, or my old Ruger Security-Six in .357 Magnum.

I had brought my lever gun and Ruger to the property, but on first day since I was carrying a spare game camera, a small tool kit, and some extra water (hot Summer day), I considered it a mostly hiking day and left the lever gun at the cabin; instead I packed my AR-7 survival rifle, a breakdown 22LR that conveniently fits in my pack. I usually never enter the deep woods without a high caliber long gun, and this would prove to be an error on my part. I made it out to the edge of the property and oddly enough, the tree which I remembered attaching the camera to the prior year was….broken and gone, camera and all. I double checked my GPS coordinates and I was in the right spot. The surrounding area for about 50 yards seemed somewhat in disarray, quite a few broken trees, some quite large and more than normal. Enough for me to tell that….something had happened in this part of the woods. What exactly, I wasn’t sure.

At first I wondered if there was logging activity there but that didnt make sense, and there was no equipment laying around. I scouted around a bit, looking for clues and didn’t really see much; then again, I wasn’t sure what I was really looking for. I was really just seeing if I could spot the camera, but no luck. I do recall seeing some large branches stacked together in one spot nearby and remarking to myself that it was oddly coincidental they fell into a “natural” tee pee position(!). I had seen it before in other locales and ive seen it since, but I thought nothing of it at the time and I remember chuckling about it to myself as I selected a new tree and attached the new camera to it. After I was done I rested for a bit, oriented myself with my GPS, loaded up another set of coordinates for one of the deer stands and headed north. Not even a quarter mile from where I had been, I ran into a heavy thicket. At first I was going to navigate around it, I noticed some more disruption in the area which was unusual because it was noticeably so; on my way in from the cabin, I saw little out of the ordinary and figured if a storm had come through in recent times, the effects would be more consistent but again, I thought nothing of it at the time. As I made my way through the brush, out of nowhere I caught a smell on the wind; it was brief, but highly pungent.

I had never smelled it in the woods before, and it’s sudden intensity was akin almost to heavy smoke. It reminded me of rotting flesh, decay, like a butcher shop’s old meat smell but 10x more intense and mixed with rotten eggs and skunk. It stopped me in my tracks and I looked around my immediate area to see if I could spot the source, but I saw nothing unusual. This is where….my encounter happened. I will pause a moment here and reaffirm again that I am no stranger to the danger of the wilderness and was accustomed to always being mentally prepared and reflex-ready. But now, that stench hit me, then was gone, and suddenly an extreme feeling of dread overcame me. I recognized it immediately; I was being watched with intent. I’d been stalked by a mountain lion before and knew the feeling, but this was different somehow.

It wasn’t something watching me; it was SOMEONE. I snapped out of my temporary freeze and moved slowly to my right, in a half crouch creep. I heard it to my left, about 10 o’clock, maybe 40 yards out; a slight rustle of leaves and brush, quiet but noticeable to me. I stopped and glanced and saw some branches in a thicket sway slightly; something large had just passed through it to the other side, just out of sight. Now my instinct kicked in; whatever it was, was large but quiet, and fast. If it had been a deer or a hog, it would not move as quietly through the thicket if it were trying to create distance from me; whatever it was had stopped moving when I did. Intelligence. A person, i thought. I was a tad nervous now, using my peripheral I spotted a small copse of trees, like a small “wall” of trees and brush grouped tightly. No tree nearby that I could climb any reasonable height. I quickly glided over to the group of trees, scanned the area behind it, put my back to it, knelt down, unclasped my Ruger, and quietly pulled out the 22 and began putting it together. I was thinking a poacher, and here I was with only my sidearm and a 22 rifle, both short range weapons and the rifle of limited stopping power. If this was a poacher, likely he had a larger rifle or a crossbow, so I was likely outgunned or he had the stealth advantage. He could kill me and leave me here, and I wouldn’t be found for at least a couple of days. As I was reaching into my bag for the loaded magazines for the rifle, I smelled it again; the rotting stench. I heard something behind me, a light rustle of leaves, a twig snapping, basically behind the tree wall I had my back to. I glanced over my shoulder between the tightly grouped trees and saw a flash; something dark, tall and bipedal, darting around another group of trees and fallen brush, maybe 20-25 yards to my 7 o’clock. Now real fear set in; this could not be the same person who was now roughly oriented at my current 1 o’clock position; no way he flanked me that fast and that quietly, at a distance that I could not see or hear him move. No human is that fast, so there are least two of them. Now 100% certain that I am outnumbered and likely outgunned.

My fear was rising every millisecond, and what the hell is with that smell? These guys are good, either they’re special forces types or there’s more than 2 of them. I recalled my godfather being able to move through heavy swamp relatively quietly and rapidly but these guys would’ve made him proud with how good they were. But it didn’t make sense. Poachers are rarely in groups over 2, and where did they come from anyway? There is no easy access point other than through the trails from the cabin. Did they follow me in this morning? Did they trek in from the national forest? C’s property jutted up against and blended with a highly remote part of one of the vast wilderness areas of the Forest. Why would anyone trek all the way out there just to cross over onto marked private property, just to poach? It just didn’t make sense. The smell dissipated somewhat now but was still present. I was crouched still, leaning low, listening, terrified and near tears. Damn, these guys must be military-trained; they are silent, either they have stopped moving or they are that good. At least one of them can see me and is watching me, I can feel his eyes. Then I hear it; two knocks from behind me, short raps, difficult to gauge distance but it came from my 6 o’clock. I’m thinking he tapped a tree with his rifle or another object. I raise my rifle to my shoulder and as I do, two identical LOUD knocks from my 10/11 o’clock. Those I can tell are close, less than 30 yards. They’re closing in and I’m basically the most terrified I’ve ever been in my life, im shaking and unsure how well i can aim. I quickly glance behind me, through the cracks in the trees; nothing. I make a tactical choice then; I call out in my command voice (with as much courage as I can muster), “This is private property, if you came in from the preserve, you need to head back that way. I have friends back at the cabin waiting for me, and they’ll be coming to look for me soon and they’re armed. Just walk away, and I’ll do the same.” As I finish that sentence, I can tell my voice is faltering with fright; not good. If they rush me now, they’ll get me. I may get a single shot off but best case scenario, one of them will punch my ticket even if I get a lucky head shot kill on one of them.

I may very well die out here today. I’m really shaking now, and crazily enough, I’m thinking of my younger brother and wondering who will take care of him. I snap out of it as the rotting smell returns full force and almost chokes me. I still see no movement in my immediate 180° field of vision, and hear nothing, no verbal response to my call out. I’m near shaking uncontrollably, I lower the rifle and place it on the ground beside me and draw the Ruger. They’re in pistol range now and the firepower is my only advantage. I still feel like I’m being watched, but where is he? Where is his partner? On a whim, I look up and scan the tree line in my field of vision. No good trees to climb, zero cover. No one in the trees. I’m confused. The smell and fear is almost overwhelming me. I’m about to lose it. I don’t know how long passed, it could have been a few seconds or a few minutes but then I hear a single knock off to my 3 o’clock, and it’s very faint, a fair distance away but still within rifle range. I’m waiting for the response; they’re communicating with each other via knocking, very clever, they MUST be ex-military to display such discipline and coordination. I’m outmatched here, outnumbered and probably outgunned. Then I hear the response. Two knocks to my 9 o’clock, distant. They’re creating space, possibly leaving. The smell is dissipating and before I know it, it’s just about gone. I’m confused. What kind of musk are they wearing? Not any deer/game scent I’ve ever smelled, and no way that works with fooling any deer or other animal. They called my bluff and left, it seems.

I feel less anxious now, I transition from crouching and sit down on the ground, trying to control my breathing and slow my heart rate down. I’m still listening and think I hear branches snap in the distance but not sure, it’s a good distance away. I sit there for awhile just listening and watching, still scared but calmer now. After awhile I check my GPS and orient my direction to the deer stand. It’ll cause me to follow the direction one of the poachers went and I decided against it; instead I decided to head back the way I came, back to the camera I just installed, which ended up being behind me where poacher #2, and I’ll just retrace my way from there back west, along the southern border of the property, back towards the creek and then head back north to the main trail back to the cabin. After waiting a bit longer I cautiously get back up and start on my journey back. It went without incident, no smell, no feeling of being watched or stalked, but with me looking over my shoulder almost the entire way. It was dusk when I got back to the cabin and I think I smoked 2 packs of cigarettes over the following 3 hours before falling asleep.

I locked and barricaded the door before laying down, Ruger on the coffee table next to the couch I laid on and rifle in my hands like a body pillow. I had messaged C when I had gotten back but missed his response that night, the following morning I woke up to him calling, he was outside, had driven out there first thing at dawn, took off work for two days, came to check on me and see what he could do. The sheriff came by and I talked to him about what happened, he called the Forest Service office and let them know there was an incident with suspected poachers, they said they’d send someone over to talk to us and asked if they needed to send someone with us to go extract game camera data from any of the cameras. The park ranger they sent told me it wasn’t common for poachers in that region of the national park, and agreed with my thoughts that it was odd they trekked all that way through the wilderness area but anything was possible. I went home that day, and the following day, C and a couple of game wardens went and extracted data from the game cameras, including the new one I had installed the prior day, and oddly enough, the camera at the northeastern corner of the property outskirt was also missing. It would take another 2 weeks before the data was analyzed and C was notified of the results but nothing suspicious was seen on any photos, just normal wildlife activity. No poaching activity noted. I figured they had used IR detection and avoided them. This was the story I was given.

Like I mentioned before, hearing some of the accounts on your podcast from other folks, learning about the tree knocking, the tree placements, the rotting smell, a lot of doubts now that those were human poachers I encountered out there. Some deeper research and I discovered that there were a handful of reported Bigfoot sightings in Angelina National Forest over the years, and I hadn’t understood why I felt such fear and anxiety, and at the time I didn’t even consider the possibility it may have been Sasquatches stalking me. To this day I try to recall what I saw when I looked between the trees and saw whatever it was that darted behind the brush but I cannot truly recreate it in my mind, but whatever it was, it was faster than any living creature I know of and it was bipedal, definitely not a creature on four legs. I really thought it was a person. In my memory, faulty as it may, I imagine it was someone in a dark ghillie suit, but they seemed to almost melt behind the brush and then into the thicket, quietly and almost seamlessly. It has been difficult for me to reconcile what happened may have been different than what I assumed it to be all these years, and for someone like me who over compartmentalized everything, that’s a tough pill to swallow.”

Erik K Swanson writes “An inside and honest look at the people who search for Bigfoot. Countless people venture into the woods searching for the legendary creature. They hold a variety of beliefs on what it is. Many have different reasons for taking up the search, but often it is due to an encounter they had themselves.

This documentary was filmed over a 4 day campout attended by 25 different Bigfooters. Many of them share stories of encounters with the beast. nTheories and ideas about what Bigfoot might be are explored, and various groups go out into the woods on 2 night excursions. What some of the Bigfoot hunters experienced during their time in the woods is fascinating. Strange events were experienced by at least 6 people. These events can’t be easily explained away by known animals.

The world of Bigfoot hunters is both fascinating and fun. A friendly and passionate group of people share their love for the subject.”

The Wild World of Bigfoot Hunters – Full Documentary

What Lurks Beneath Podcast writes “Roy Stubblefield’s account was originally aired on ‘These Woods Are Haunted’ and today, he’s here to tell us all of it in full – including what the show missed!”

Roy Stubblefield Reveals His Most Terrifying Encounter In New Orleans

The Kentucky Bigfoot Research Organization writes “Jimmy was bow hunting near Somerset, Kentucky when he had a daytime confrontation with a massive Bigfoot changed hi life forever! Hear his story, ask questions, share yours thoughts and beliefs.”

KBRO: Hunter’s Frightening Face-To-Face Encounter

The Backcountry Manifesto Podcast writes “Does Bigfoot exist? Dr. Jeff Meldrum – a professor of anatomy and anthropology specializing in primate locomotor adaptations and bipedalism at Idaho State University – believes Bigfoot is real (and probably prefers the term “Sasquatch”). Today on the show, Dr. Meldrum drops by TBM HQ to talk all things Sasquatch, as well as his life-long fascination with the controversial “relict hominoid.”

Interview with Idaho State Anthropologist Dr. Jeff Meldrum

A listener writes “I’m originally from Iowa but I’ve lived in the PNW for the better part of the last ten years, and I’m currently in Portland. I did live in Olympia for a few years in my early twenties, too. I’m 31 now, and since I was 21 I’ve gotten pretty into backpacking.

My buddy who’s also from Iowa and helped me move out here back then was hyped on the idea of backpacking and we sort of learned to do it together by winging it out in various trails in the Olympic Peninsula. Since then, I’ve done a ton of trails up in the Peninsula, as well as a few places in the Mt. Hood National Forest. Last summer, my backpacking buddy (who lives in Tacoma these days) was getting into class 3 scramble routes up in the North Cascades.

I had never done one before, nor had I ever backpacked up there, just driven through many times. He asked me if I wanted to try out Kaleetan Peak with his climbing buddies and then sleep on Melakwa Lake, which is still at least six miles or so from the parking lot, but five miles from the ascent so it’s an eleven mile approach. I said heck yeah and hopped on the Amtrak that Friday to go up and meet them.

We headed to the trailhead first thing in the morning on August 10th, 2024.At this point in my life, I had never experienced anything that strange in the woods other than once in the Peninsula in 2020 I woke up under our tarp in the rain (we always cowboy camp) seven miles down the Skokomish River at around 4am as though I’d heard something snap a twig or something, and when I looked into the darkness I saw a sort of “vision” or flash in my mind’s eye of a strange one-eyed potato-shape being looking at me. It was odd and felt like something was saying hello or something, but I just shrugged it off and tried to go back to sleep.

Anyway, I’ve been thinking about contacting you about what I saw at Kaleetan for a while now and I just listened to the Round Butte story tonight while cooking dinner and decided to finally contact you. My story is nowhere near that intense, but I did see the same kind of orbs in the back country from Lake Melakwa. If you decide to talk to me about this one, it might be on the shorter side and I can share more detail. But basically, we made camp at Melakwa and took lighter packs up to summit Kaleetan. On the way up, one of our crew of five, plus a dog, had one of those single-lens binoculars.

We all passed it around and looked at people summiting what I think was Chair Peak across the way. When it was my turn, I saw two people on the peak, and they looked like little ants even through the binocular. But I could see them taking selfies and stuff like that. I then looked over at the next peak over, not very far to the left on the same ridgeline. That’s when I saw someone summit that one too right in that moment as I looked at it. I even yelled out, “oh wow there’s someone summiting the next peak too!” My friends thought that was cool and I took the binocular down to point out the peak to everyone.

Then I looked back through the binocular I noticed the person seemed like, really tall. That’s all the detail I made out though because right then, it looked like the person just jumped off. Like a huge leap off the other side of the mountain. No one I was with seemed to care really except for me saying that seeming weird (none of them are into thinking about the unknown really either, just rational explorers).Anyway so I had a weird feeling about that the rest of the day but we summited Kaleetan which was awesome, and got back down to our site before dark.

That night we were pretty excited because it was the night of the Perseids Meteor Shower. The three of us and the dog who stayed the night cowboy camped on the ground, and I had a dome tent posted up which we used to store our gear and hold the spot during the summit, but I set up my spot right on the ground in front of it. I could see Chair Peak and the other peak with the figure from where I was laying as well as the ridge line past it. Basically, after dark we were waiting for meteors to start and my friend’s dog started wigging out, like she was freaked out by something. Her owner thought that was super odd since she’s been a backcountry dog her whole life and took her for a walk.

I thought I had seen some lights up on the other ridgeline, the one behind Chair Peak, but my buddy and I determined it was a rising star creating the illusion of movement in the trees. We had seen a couple baby meteors by this time, but about two minutes after we debunked the lights in the trees, we saw a ripper of a meteor cut across the whole sky. Immediately after that I looked back at where I thought there had been lights and there were two huge and extremely bright white orbs of light suspended in parallel right above the ridge line, right where that star we had debunked had just been. As I looked at them and realized what they were, they both started moving in unison upwards and that freaked me out. So I yelled at my buddy and he looked at them upside down since he was laying the other way. But he confirmed he saw them and we both watched them stop and hover, then symmetrically sort of arced away from each other and went back behind the ridgeline. That’s all I saw but it definitely shook me being that far in the backcountry. It eerily felt like they were showing themselves to me specifically. I felt helpless because they seemed so close and we were so far away from the car and it’s super unsafe to hike in the dark with cougars and all that.”

The Confessionals writes “In episode 752: Born For War In The Unseen Realm, Tony is joined by Mike, who shares a lifetime of chilling encounters that trace back to one fateful Halloween night. As a young boy, Mike had a shocking run-in with a man in a red devil costume; a sinister encounter that seemed harmless at first, until strange changes began taking over his life. From being drawn into dark dreams and blacking out while creating violent drawings, to speaking with mirror entities and losing toys to unseen forces, Mike’s story unfolds into a tapestry of spiritual oppression and eerie visitations.

But the darkness didn’t stop there. Mike details haunting experiences with shadow figures, entities whispering by his bedside, cursed objects, and a bizarre connection to a haunted book that seemed to literally pull him inside its pages. As Tony and Mike dig deeper, the pieces start to fit together; encounters with Lilith, strange ties to Freemasonry, and a chilling family connection to Disney World’s darker secrets all paint a picture of spiritual warfare that began in childhood and escalated into adulthood. It’s an episode packed with hauntings, hidden forces, and spiritual battles, and it all started with a simple grab of the wrist.”

The Confessionals: Born For War In The Unseen Realm

Mysteries Unknown writes “In this incredible interview, a hunter shares the true story of a face-to-face encounter with a Bigfoot deep in the wilderness. What started as a tense standoff turned into something no one could have expected — the creature pointed at itself, then at the hunter… and finally reached out its hand. Even more shocking, a juvenile Bigfoot was nearby, witnessing the moment.”

Mysteries Unknown: Bigfoot Reaches Out to Hunter During a Tense Standoff

Bigfoot and Beyond writes “Cliff Barackman and James “Bobo” Fay discuss behind-the-scenes stories from their time on the hit series “Finding Bigfoot!” They discuss memories from the Ozarks, Oregon, Yamsey Mountain, the site of Moneymaker’s first sighting, Alabama, meeting Thom Shay, and why Bobo is the top sasquatch investigator.”

Bigfoot and Beyond | Finding Bigfoot: Encounters & Stories

​The Shag Harbor UFO incident is one of Canada’s most intriguing and well-documented unexplained events. It occurred on the night of October 4, 1967, near the small fishing village of Shag Harbor in Nova Scotia.

What Happened?

Around 11:20 PM, multiple residents witnessed a low-flying, brightly lit object descending from the sky and crashing into the waters of Shag Harbor. Witnesses reported hearing a whistling sound “like a bomb,” followed by a “whoosh,” and then a loud bang. The object was seen floating less than 1,000 feet offshore before it sank beneath the surface.

Immediate Response

Believing it to be a plane crash, local resident Laurie Wickens and his friends contacted the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP). RCMP officers, along with local fishermen and a Canadian Coast Guard cutter, conducted a search for survivors. They found no debris, bodies, or survivors, but did observe a large patch of yellow foam on the water’s surface.

Official Investigation

The Rescue Coordination Centre in Halifax confirmed that no aircraft—civilian or military—were missing. The Canadian military, including the navy’s Fleet Diving Unit Atlantic, conducted an underwater search over several days but found no trace of the object. The incident was officially classified as a “UFO” in Canadian government documents.

Shag Harbour UFO “Crash,” 1967

A listener writes “I’ve been a listener for quite a while, and finally decided to write down my experiences. The first happened in the mid 1970s, and the second in the late 1990s. I’ve also had a few odd paranormal-ish experiences, but not sure if they’re relevant.

I don’t know the exact year of my first experience, but it was in the mid-1970s, so I would guess I was between 5 and 8 years old. I grew up in east-central Wisconsin near the shores of Lake Michigan, roughly halfway between Green Bay and Milwaukee, in a rural area that was largely farms and farmland, but with single family homes scattered here and there, often separated by fields and/or small tracts of woodland.My parents and I were going on a road trip, and they’d risen well before dawn, before the first hint of dusk was in the sky. In the pitch black they had gotten me out of bed, and put me in my sleeping bag in the back of our station wagon which was parked on the driveway outside our garage. I’ll point out that this was unusual, and was actually the only occasion they’d ever done that. Our trips usually involved camping, which meant packing a bunch of gear into the back of the car, but this time there was room for me to stretch out and sleep. My assumption is the trip was probably to visit our relatives in Wyoming, which meant two full days of driving, and would also explain why they decided to leave so early in the “morning”.Being moved from bed to car had woken me up, of course, but I was quickly getting comfortable in my sleeping bag.

The garage was still open and lit by a single ceiling bulb, and my dad had left the car dome light on for me, but neither provided significant illumination. I heard my dad go back inside, shutting the door loudly, in his usual manner. I was just getting comfortable and beginning to nod off when I was startled fully awake again by what sounded like the “tap-tap-tap” of a fingernail on the car window. Several thoughts shot through my mind in quick succession. The first was “I thought dad went inside”. I decided he must have come out again, but what did he want, and why would he tap on the window? Lastly, I realized I hadn’t heard the house door slamming shut, and that puzzled me the most.I’d been lying on my left side, head toward the front of the car, and the tapping had come from behind me on the driver’s side. I slowly rolled over halfway and turned my head to look where the sound had come from.

There was some interior reflection on the windows from the dim dome light, but I could see there was something outside the car. I stared at the window trying to figure out what I was seeing, and then realized that there was a face looking back at me. Not my own reflection, but something outside. This was not a human face. It seemed to be something like an evil looking wolf/dog with tall pointed ears and a long muzzle. It was motionless, but its eyes were fixed on me, staring intently from beyond the glass with its mouth just slightly ajar. A wave of fear swept over me. It was motionless, which made me question what I was seeing, and I wondered if the dim light was tricking my eyes with some strange reflection. Despite my rising fear, in my confusion I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out if this was just some odd illusion.

As if reacting to my squint, the creature jerked its jaw open a bit wider, menacingly showing a bit more teeth. I was convinced – not an illusion! In my terror I spun round throwing the sleeping bag flap over my head to hide from the sight of the horrible thing. What happened next I can’t explain. Maybe this type of experience just makes a child’s brain shut down, because despite my terror, I must have somehow fallen asleep while hiding in my sleeping bag. The next thing I knew, I was woken up by the sound of the car’s back hatch opening, and I suddenly remembered the monster. I threw the sleeping bag flap from my face in a fight-or-flight moment, preparing to scramble for my life over the front seats. But to my relief it was my dad loading luggage into the car, and in a minute or two we were on the road.As frightening as the experience was, I never said anything about it, either to my parents or anyone else, until only very recently.

I’m not certain why not, but I guess because I had no explanation for what I’d seen, and it had been so incredibly strange and terrifying, I probably doubted anyone would even begin to believe me.If I had to put a name to what I saw, I’d simply call it a Werewolf, whether or not it was an actual shape-shifter. I only saw its face, but the head gave me the impression of an upright body, and it was clearly intelligent and purposeful, because it actually tapped on the window to get my attention. My second experience happened in August of 1997 while visiting a college friend at his parent’s house south of Grand Rapids, Michigan. We both enjoyed the outdoors, camping, hiking, foraging, and the like, and since we had several days worth of time we decided to go camping. We were able to find a camp ground at a location called Ely Lake to the southeast of his parents place, and headed there for one overnight. It had been very dry that August, so when I set up my tent I didn’t bother putting the rain fly on it. We lit a campfire and stayed up relatively late, which was normal for us, and finally hit the sack around probably 11:30 or midnight.

I’m not sure how long I was asleep, but at some point I woke up, I’m guessing probably 1:30 to 2 AM-ish, and since there was no rain fly obstructing my view, I decided to check if I could see any stars. As I lay there looking up at the sky, off to the south of us I heard a long, deep, wailing cry, quite far away but incredibly powerful for the distance the sound had apparently traveled. The first words that went through my mind were “what the hell is that!?”. I lay still and listened, and the call was repeated another 4 or 5 times, at intervals of maybe 15 to 20 seconds or so. While listening, I racked my brain trying to identify the beast. I guess I’d say I have a moderate knowledge of the outdoors and wildlife. I’m no novice in the woods, but not an expert either.

Growing up I’d been taken camping every year, had canoed the Boundary Waters in Minnesota, and had gone grouse hunting each Autumn with my dad. What I was hearing didn’t fit any of the categories I had. I’d also grown up across the road from a dairy farm, and I’d heard cows bellow many times, and I was sure whatever this was was at least that large, and maybe bigger. So I knew it wasn’t a cow, and I didn’t think elk or moose made that kind of noise, and anyway this was southwest Michigan, not the U.P.

After the several cries I didn’t hear it any more, which was fine with me. I realized that, whatever it was, it had to be huge, and I was glad it got no closer than it had been. I fell back asleep, and by morning wasn’t thinking about it anymore, so I never even mentioned it to my friend. It wasn’t until a couple years later that I became interested in the Sasquatch phenomenon, and perusing audio files online (probably on the BFRO website) I came across the recording of the Ohio howl. When I played it I was stopped cold because it was almost exactly what I’d heard that night in Michigan. I was speechless realizing that I’d actually heard a Sasquatch myself.”

Extreme Mysteries writes “More and more people are realizing that UFOs and Aliens were indeed real all along and that we’ve all been deceived and manipulated by the forces that control the world. Explore astonishing Alien encounters and harrowing experiences of very real candid people.”

Alien Witnesses – Real UFO Encounters

Thomas writes “I had a definite undeniable to me Bigfoot sighting. The location was on our family farm in Taylor Co Ga. It is easy to find online. Our farm was sold to the people that are building the new PGA golf course called Fall Line. The area is a Mauk Ga address.

It was a late October day around 4:30 pm. I decided to go on an informal hunt. I had tennis shoes, blue jeans, and a red flannel overshirt that was unbuttoned and I had a t-shirt underneath. I just grabbed my bolt action 30-30 and headed out. I was going to walk up the hill from my house and come into the back 40 from that area. I was about 40 to 50 yards from the top of the hill where there was a hog wire fence on the property line and I saw a black thing just on the other side of the fence and it was barley wiggling. I looked at it through my scope to try to identify it and all I could see was black fur and it looked like a rectangular piece of black fur carpet and it was barely wiggling.

I could not make it out and started ruling out animals like a 40 pound coon or a hog. I started to stalk up on it. I could hear the closer I got to it the sound of leaves rustling in front of it that seemed to match the wiggling motion. I got within 20 yards of it and still couldn’t make it out. No head, tail, legs, just a black fur rug. At this point I just wanted to know what it was and I dropped my gun down to a one hand hold on my left side and started to angle to the right to be able to see it. As soon as I took a few steps it turned its shoulder to the right and looked at me. It had a surprised look on its face. Eyes and mouth wide open. It was squatted down and started off on all fours then stood up and ran the rest of the way to disappear into the woods. It was covered with pretty black 1to2 inch fur. No mange. No hair on the face that looked human flat with gray skin. When it was on all fours it never looked away from me. I saw some white in those wide open eyes. Conicle head. 5 feet tall narrow at the waist. No smell. I never felt in danger.

I couldn’t find anything in the leaves and the sand was disturbed but no tracks. I went back to the house and to this day I am trying to figure it out.  I have told a few people through the years and never got a good reaction. It would be easy to call it a undiscovered primate but after years of processing what happened before and after the encounter I am just not sure about it.  I wish I could have seen it for just a little longer.

If you can picture this with Black fur walking up from straight behind it is the closest as to what I can describe I saw walking up on it.

Sighting location for Thomas Tucker just on the other side of what we call a hill down here to the right of the fence in the first photo

About a half a mile from each photo.

Second picture is from my old homestead. Very low human population and land is still not developed

Comparison to first photo my sighting had a little more pronounced conical head. Had less hair on the face. More lean or skinnier but muscular and more narrow at the waist. The face was more like the second drawing. The hair on the one I saw was a little more prettier or better coverage than either of these drawings.

Top of the head was more like this

From a side angle gorilla head human face with a long slender wide at the shoulder chimpanzee body is my best description for what I saw

Head to toe fur that was longer than this but had the same appearance

EPNews writes “Estes Park Bigfoot Days returns, celebrating all things Squatchy. The weekend kicks-off with a ticketed dinner at the Holiday Inn this Friday, April 25 with Bigfoot Television Celebrities, continues with a free festival in Bond Park this Saturday, April 26 from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m., and concludes with a Saturday evening Sasquatch movie premiere at the Historic Park theatre at 7 p.m. The festival includes talks from the Bigfoot TV Celebrities, the Sasquatch Outpost podcast, live music, inflatable games, craft and food vendors, a Bigfoot calling contest, Bigfoot sighting stories, a short documentary film, a Bigfoot TV series premier and much more!

The Bigfoot BBQ is Friday, April 25 from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. at the Holiday Inn Estes Park. This Bigfoot-themed dinner will feature food, drinks, music, photos, and mingling with our Bigfoot Celebrities. Tickets are $90. For more information and to purchase tickets visit www.EPBigfoot.com.

Wrapping up Bigfoot Days on Saturday, April 26, will be a Hollywood style red-carpet film premier of The Sasqualogist, a film by Joseph Granda. This touching kind-hearted adventure follows a seasoned researcher and his young protégé as they track Sasquatch through the Colorado Rockies, only to discover the shocking truth behind what Sasquatch is, and who they really are.

The Estes Park premiere of this feature film will be held at the Historic Park Theatre at 7 p.m. There will be a Q&A session with the stars and director, poster giveaway, autographs and merchandise, and a “Walk Like Bigfoot” contest with prizes. Admission is free. View the trailer: www.thesasqualogist.com.”

PORTLAND, Ore. KOIN 6 writes “A brand-new Bigfoot festival kicked off at Mt. Hood on Friday night — an event that’s sure to bring out the believers, the skeptics, and everyone in between. While the northwest has several Bigfoot-themed events, organizers say this festival in Welches stands out.

“You come with an open mind and a willing ear and you’ll be enlightened for sure,” said Lori Cabantoy, organizer of the Mt. Hood Sasquatch Festival. Cabantoy also says the festival brings hundreds of Bigfoot fans face-to-face with top researchers, authors, and paranormal experts.

Enthusiasts are on a mission to piece together evidence that could spark a major breakthrough in cryptozoology — the hunt for hidden creatures, like Bigfoot. Jimmy Toungate says he got hooked after two possible encounters, with the last one coming while driving along the interstate in North Bend, Washington.

“I (saw) something like eight feet tall, cinnamon-colored hair,” he said. “In my mind, (it) just kind of locked up for a second. I was like ‘Did I really just see that?’”

Whether you’re a seasoned squatcher or just squatch-curious, this legendary event mixes forest vibes, family fun, and a touch of mystery. “We just really wanted to glorify the mountain and really highlight the beauty that it is,” Cabantoy said.

“If you’re ready to get your Big-foot in the door, weekend passes are $40, or just $25 for Saturday only.

Mt. Hood Sasquatch Festival brings hundreds of Bigfoot fans to Welches