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Central Oregon’s High Desert Museum’s exhibit, called “Sensing Sasquatch,” is interactive and multidimensional. It includes larger-than-life installations, a soundscape that evokes both the natural world and supernatural elements, and artwork that visitors are encouraged to touch and smell. The exhibit showcases Native American interpretations of the being known as Sasquatch, Bigfoot or “the big guy.” We hear from three of the artists: Charlene Moody, Frank Buffalo Hyde and Philip Cash Cash, who also co-curated the exhibit.

Central Oregon’s High Desert Museum writes “What does Sasquatch — also known as Bigfoot — represent to you? The unknown? Adventure? Mystery?

Native peoples of the Plateau have long known about, encountered, depicted and told stories about Sasquatch.

Sensing Sasquatch explores Sasquatch’s past, present and future in the High Desert region through an Indigenous lens. Works by five Indigenous artists will be on view, including: Phillip Cash Cash, Ph.D. (Nez Perce, Cayuse), HollyAnna CougarTracks DeCoteau Littlebull (Yakama, Nez Perce, Cayuse, Cree), Charlene “Tillie” Moody (Warm Springs), Frank Buffalo Hyde (Nez Perce, Onondaga) and Rocky LaRock (Salish).

“Sasquatch has captivated people in the region and, indeed, throughout the world,” says Executive Director Dana Whitelaw, Ph.D. “However, what many people don’t know is that Native Americans have had deeper relationships with Sasquatch throughout time.”

“Rather than the popular, mainstream view of Sasquatch, this exhibition shows Sasquatch as a protective entity for many Indigenous peoples of the High Desert,” says Whitelaw. “The exhibit reflects the reverence that Native peoples have for Sasquatch and will be centered on Indigenous art, voices and storytelling.”

The original word for Sasquatch is “Sasq’ets,” which comes from the Halq’emeylem language of Coast Salish First Nation peoples from southwestern British Columbia. Sasquatch is bipedal and much taller than a human. Sasquatch’s habitat is often associated with the wet rainforests of the coastal Pacific Northwest, but Sasquatch also lives beyond the green, lush climate. In the High Desert region, Sasquatch strides among the dry canyonlands, ponderosa pine forests and shrublands.

Popular depictions of Sasquatch can be found everywhere across America. Sasquatch is emblazoned on everything from t-shirts and road signs to beer cans and traveling mugs. Before entering the exhibition there will be an homage to the pop culture icon that Sasquatch has become, but visitors will be asked to leave these ideas and perceptions behind to consider another side of Sasquatch’s story. Outside the exhibition, a “bring-your-own” sticker interactive encourages visitors to reflect on the popularity and kitsch of mainstream Sasquatch representations. Visitors can place their stickers on the back of a car that’s driving away into the distance — symbolically transporting away their Sasquatch stereotypes and entering into a new realm of experience and insight.

Visitors will be introduced to the Indigenous Plateau of the High Desert and the arid forests and canyonlands where Native peoples have long come into contact with and exchanged stories about Sasquatch. This environment is the opposite of the Pacific Northwest’s rainforest landscape that is more often associated with Sasquatch. Visitors can see representations, stories and artwork about Sasquatch and how they vary between tribes and across regions. A contemporary carved mask by Rocky LaRock (Salish) shows visitors that knowledge of Sasquatch is both ancient and contemporary. A digital language map shows the various names for Sasquatch across the Indigenous Plateau and beyond.

The question of whether or not Sasquatch exists is irrelevant to the exhibit’s theme since in many Indigenous traditions, Sasquatch is a bona fide living, breathing, sentient being. Indeed, for many tribes across North America, Sasquatch is regarded as an elder, a relative and a spiritual guide who appears to deliver important message to humans. So, when Sasquatch suddenly comes into view and interacts with humans, it can be a life-changing experience.

Sasquatch as a conscious being with the agency to communicate with humans is shown in direct opposition to the popular view of Sasquatch as shy and who runs and hides when humans approach. Phillip Cash Cash’s (Nez Perce, Cayuse) commissioned 13 “Bigfoot Rattle,” made of cottonwood, that Sasquatch would use. Cash Cash is an artist, writer, endangered language advocate and linguistic anthropology scholar. As a fluent Nez Perce speaker, he works with communities and professional organizations on projects of cultural advocacy, identity and communication.

Many Indigenous people say that a Sasquatch encounter is a blessing. In turn, many Indigenous peoples have sought to protect Sasquatch’s anonymity and prevent human access to its wilderness habitat. HollyAnna CougarTracks DeCoteau Littlebull’s (Yakama, Nez Perce, Cayuse, Cree) commissioned “Protector” sculpture — depicts Sasquatch as a protective “big sister” — not a predator but one who deserves respect and safeguarding. CougarTracks is an avid hunter and gatherer, grew up on the Yakama Indian Reservation and considers herself “a protector of KwiKwiyai, or Bigfoot. Bigfoot is considered the protector of all living things.” As a contemporary and traditional artist, CougarTracks has many creative pursuits – illustration, animation, saddle making, beadwork, storytelling and writing.

Other art shows visitors that Sasquatch is a being that exists in the past, present and future. Sasquatch has appeared in Indigenous artworks and stories for thousands of years and this continues today. Frank Buffalo Hyde’s (Nez Perce, Onondaga) commissioned large-scale futuristic Sasquatch painting with 3-D relief elements will illustrate the perception of Sasquatch as an interdimensional enigma who lurked in the forest for millennia to a modern being that continues to live among humans in the present. Buffalo Hyde attended the Santa Fe Fine Arts Institute and Institute of American Indians Arts in New Mexico. His artwork, he says on his website, combines modern culture and technology with Indigenous themes and tradition.

Sensing Sasquatch includes a yearlong series of associated public programs at the Museum that will explore and reflect on the past, present and future of Sasquatch as seen through an Indigenous lens.”

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Kentucky Bigfoot Research Organization writes “This witness shares his Bigfoot sighting when he was a young boy playing football with his friends near the Catskill Mountains. The boys noticed a “big-bellied” Bigfoot watching them from the bushes.

Needless to say, the boys scattered immediately when they saw the beast! The encounter took place in the early 80’s in South Fallsburg, NY.”

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Survivorman Bigfoot: Radium Springs writes “Les tries to find 100 percent, indisputable, irrefutable, undeniable proof of the Sasquatch’s existence in Alberta, Canada.” This is a Directors Commentary by the man himself.

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In this Documentary, listen to first-hand Bigfoot encounter stories, tales from local researchers, museums, and even about the Flatwoods Monster and it’s connection to Bigfoot.

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Peter Byrne writes “According to the Indians, there was once a large number of Bigfoot living on Vancouver Island, a large island, 12,408 square miles in area, off the west coast of British Columbia. The Indians knew about them, feared them, and respected them, but granted that they were harmless. One of the Indians of the Nootka Tribe, who lived at Nootka in 1928, claims to have been carried off by them and held captive for some time.

The story, told to me by Father Anthony Terhaar of Mt. Angel Abbey in Oregon, is a curious one. Father Anthony, a much-loved missionary priest who traveled the west coast of Vancouver Island for many years, was living at Nootka at the time of the story and he knew Muchalat Harry very well. Muchalat Harry was a trapper and something of a rarity among his fellow tribesmen. He was, according to Father Anthony, a tough, fearless man, of excellent physique.

In the course of his trapping; he was wont to spend long weeks in the forest alone, something that the average Indian did not do in those days, The Indians of the coast were apparently a rather timid people and they seemed to regard the deep forest as the home and territory of the Bigfoot. When they went into the deep inland forest for any reason, they never went alone. Muchalat Harry was different from other Indians. He went in the forest alone and feared nothing.

Late one autumn Muchalat Harry set off for the woods, with his traps and camping gear. His plan was to set out a trap line and stay in the woods for several months. He headed for his favorite hunting area, the Conuma River, at the head of Tlupana Inlet. From Nootka he paddled his own canoe to the mouth of the Conuma. There he cached the canoe and headed upstream on foot. Approximately twelve miles upstream he made his base camp and, after building himself a lean-to, started to put out his trap line.

One night, while wrapped in his blankets and clad only in his underwear, he was suddenly picked up by a huge male Bigfoot and carried off into the hills. He was not carried very far, probably a distance of about two or three miles, at the most. When daylight came he was able to see that he was in a sort of camp, under a high rock shelf and surrounded by some twenty Bigfoot They were of all sexes and sizes. For some time, they stood around him and stared at him. The males to the front of the curious group females behind them and young ones to the rear. Muchalat Harry was frightened at first and his fear grew to terror when he noticed, he said, the large number of bones lying around the campsite. When he saw these he was convinced that the Bigfeet were going to eat him.

The Bigfeet did not harm him in any way. Occasionally one came forward and touched him, as if feeling him, and when they discovered that his “skin” was loose — it was in fact his woolen underwear — several came forward and pulled at it gently.

While they looked at him and examined him, Muchalat Harry sat with his back to the rock wall and did not move. He was cold and hungry, but his thoughts were only on escape. Some time in the late afternoon, curiosity on the part of the Bigfeet seemed to slacken and with most of the Bigfeet out of camp, probably food-gathering he thought, there came the opportunity that he needed. He leapt to his feet and ran for his life, never looking back. He ran downhill, toward where he guessed the river to be and sure enough, he soon came to his campsite. In what must have been blind panic he bypassed his camp and ran for twelve miles to where his canoe was cached at the mouth of the Conuma.

Father Anthony describes the story of Muchalat Harry’s arrival at Nootka as follows. It was probably three in the morning. He and his brother Benedictines were asleep and the village was quiet. Suddenly there was a series of wild cries from the waters of the inlet. Lights were lit and he and others hurried down to the water’s edge. There, near-frozen and exhausted in his canoe, lay Muchalat Harry. He was barefoot and clad only in his wet and torn underwear and he had paddled his canoe through the winter night 45 miles from the mouth of the Conuma River.

Father Anthony and his companions carried the almost lifeless form up from the water’s edge. It took three weeks to nurse Muchalat Harry back to sanity and good health. Father Anthony, who took him into his own care, did the nursing and he told me [Peter Byrne] that during the course of these three weeks, Muchalat Harry’s hair turned to pure white.

The story of the kidnapping came out slowly. At first Muchalat Harry would talk to no one. Then he told Father Anthony what had happened and, later, others. When he was fully recovered to health he was asked when he planned to go back to collect his belongings, the camp equipment, his pots and pans, his trap line and above all, his rifle, at the lean-to on the Conuma. In 1928 a trap line and all of its pieces must have been worth a great deal to an island Indian. A rifle alone would be regarded as a highly prized possession. But Muchalat Harry never went back to the Conuma. Not only did he never return there; according to Father Anthony, he never left the settlement at Nootka, never went in the woods again for the rest of his life. He preferred to lose all of his valuables and probably hard-won possessions rather than risk another encounter with the Bigfeet.

Late in 1972 I had occasion to visit Vancouver Island. I was on a routine investigating trip and when I found myself at Nainimo, not too far by road from the west coast and the scene of Muchalat Harry’s adventure, I drove there. I stopped in Gold River and obtained from the Royal Canadian Mounted Police some maps and instructions on how to get to the Conuma River area. Nowadays there is a logging road that runs all the way down to the mouth of the river, and one Sunday morning, with the logging trucks out of the way, I drove there and made camp on the Conuma. I spent several days there, walking the riverbed and exploring. I tried to make a rough determination of where Muchalat Harry might have had his lean-to and I found a place that offered a good campsite, twelve miles from the mouth of the river on the edge of a series of high bluffs. The salmon were running in the Conuma while I was there and all night long I could hear them splashing up the shallow waters of the river. In the morning black bear worked the river, getting the salmon that had come ashore in the night or had become tangled in the limbs of fallen trees that lay in the river. I counted six bears in several days.

The country was generally wild and deserted and the actual mouth of the Conuma, where it flowed into the salt waters of the inlet, was one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. Some of the forest close to the river had been logged off, but the logging work had moved on west and while I was there it was quiet.

The days began with morning mists on the river and then warmed to the clear crispness of perfect autumn weather. Evenings were cool and damp and nights bright with starlight that provided almost enough light to read. I found no sign of Bigfoot on the Conuma, nor any sign of Muchalat Harry’s trap line or lean-to. I hardly expected to find anything of the latter, after forty-odd years. But even though Muchalat Harry was long gone, the river and the forest remained unchanged, The splashing salmon, the cold, clear water of the Conuma, the moss-covered banks, the shallow pools in the forest that the Conuma drained, that were the breeding places of the salmon, the river birds, the plodding bears, the deep silent waters of the inlet, all were as they must have been forty years before, when Muchalat Harry cached his canoe and made his camp there.”

The truth can no longer be contained by those duty-bound to hide it. Officials who interact with the public regarding the UFO question openly acknowledge that they know things that they can’t reveal.

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A listener writes “I grew up I Maryland – Baltimore County. 80s kid. Between 85-87 I was driving in a car with a friend – on Summerhill Drive in Phoenix, Md – heading down the hill towards Merriman Mill. There were woods on our right side. We watched two yellow “lights” move very quickly (about 3 feet apart about four feet above the ground) through the trees.

We both watched them – it was not a car (or vehicle of any kind), they were in perfect unison moving up and down and forward very rapidly…. It couldn’t be people with flashlights. We both were overwhelmed with a feeling of dread – impending doom and cried hysterically as we drove to another friend’s house where we ran in and hid in their laundry room (no windows) – still overwhelmed with fear. To this day I have no idea what we saw! Your show has helped to “possibly” put an idea to it.”

Wild Discovery writes “In an extraordinary twist, a new Bigfoot encounter in Santa Fe, Texas, just surfaced, causing waves online. Eyewitness footage from a local hiker shows a tall, shadowy figure swiftly moving through the Texas woods, an area with a mysterious history of Bigfoot sightings, particularly since 2019.

This recent sighting, capturing what many believe is the clearest evidence yet, has shockingly received almost no coverage from mainstream media, sparking curiosity and debate. Why the silence? Could this encounter be proof of Bigfoot’s existence in Texas, or are there reasons these sightings are being hidden.”

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The Confessionals writes “In episode 708: Hidden History Of Dogman, Seth Vanderbrooke from episode 652: Ancient Dogmen, hopes to answer the question: What if ancient maps, forgotten myths, and obscure manuscripts are more than just relics of history? Seth shares that Dogmen, creatures with canine heads and human bodies, are documented across centuries and continents.

From biblical passages to obscure Latin texts, he dives deep into the evidence that points to the possibility of their existence. Along the way, Seth shares jaw-dropping insights about Nephilim bloodlines, supernatural encounters, and how ancient narratives connect with the modern paranormal. Are Dogmen historical fact or elaborate fable?”

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A listener writes “Hi Wes, I hope all is well. I have emailed you about having Bigfoot activity on my property in New Hampshire. Since the time my wife and I own the property for the past 3 years or so have had two sightings and localizations and things in that nature. I did have three other times where I seen orbs, but unfortunately have not been able to video it. But finally I was able to catch one on video. So I like to share that with you.”

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A listener writes “I’d been meaning to send this in for a while but wasn’t sure it was much of anything. Just can’t quite wrap my head around what it was that we heard.

At thanksgiving in 2019 my now husband and I travelled to Anza Borrego desert state park for a weekend out of the city. I remember it being exceptionally cold when we left Los Angeles, which stuck with me as I haven’t seen it get into the 30s before or after this. It’s only about a 3 hour journey out there but with all the stops on the way (I had just moved to LA) we took most of the day getting there. We stopped for lunch in the town of Octotillo Wells before heading to our Airbnb which was a decent sized ranch style house on a large piece of land. As we arrived I received a message from the Airbnb host telling me that the heating had given up and the lights in half the house wouldn’t turn on. Ok well that’s weird but we’re a young couple just trying to spend some time together so who cares about some lights? We had a wood burning fireplace and plenty of booze. We were going to be fine. Especially as the heavens had opened up and we were now stuck in a downpour. Well like I said, we had cocktails, a fire, and a Christmas movie.

What we didn’t have was any battery power on our phones. But with the downpour and the dark we weren’t going to venture out to the car to grab the chargers. JUST in case of an emergency I went looking for a landline, which I found in the kitchen… with the wire cut… weird again but see above, young couple, we don’t care too much. So we’re snuggled up by the fire watching the movie with our cocktails when we start to hear some animal noises in the distance. Anza Borrego desert state park is famously known for its population of big horn sheep, and I’m sure one can find coyotes and deer, as well as the occasional fox, bobcat, and mountain lion. Knowing all the wildlife was out there we didn’t pay much mind to the noises while we watched the film. But as the film ended the animal noises continued and we just couldn’t pin down what they were. At time it would sound like a deer scream, but also a sort of bark, maybe a yip or a yelp… was every animal available out there conversing?? Well then it started to sound like a bird. And it sounded close. I tried looking through the sliding glass doors to the backyard but that was fruitless.

If you don’t know, Anza Borrego is an international dark sky community meaning there are literally no lights. No streetlights. No porch lights. Nothing. It is darker than dark out there. My husband got up to go to the bathroom and I grew more curious over the noise so I opened the back door and stepped outside into the pitch black backyard. I could hear the bird noises and it sounded CLOSE. My husband sticks his head out the door and asks what I’m doing and tells me I should probably come inside but I’m too curious. This bird is kind of “hoo-ing” like an owl. I say it sounds like a bird! I don’t know what kind of bird… sounds like a BIG bird… is it on the roof?? At this point the owl-like “hoo” literally sounds like it’s coming from right above my head but the hoo got deeper, and then sounded very off! I said out loud “well that sounded like a man!” As which point my husband literally grabs the back of my shirt and pulled me inside with a deep, firm, but kinda of quiet “get inside now!”. Now I have never heard a bird sound like a person. It went from “hoo” like an owl to “hoo” a bit off and then “WHO” like a man said it kind of trying to sound like a bird. My husband was SPOOKED! I’ve never seen his eyes get so big or his skin turn so white – and my husband is not Caucasian.

So I obviously was officially banned from going outside again that night and our phones were destined to die, so we decided to wait till morning to venture outside.

Outside we took a look around the ground was like really compacted grit and kinda sandy (see: desert) so we didn’t see too much.. must husband thinks he could make out a footprint but I’m not so sure. The property was surrounded by a tall wall with nothing between us and the wide open desert so if something was poking it head up above the wall 1. We would never have seen it due to the dark sky community bit and 2. If they wanted to get away quickly there’s nothing that could stop them. But to be honest, the sound came from kind of above and to the right of me, which was the roof top area available for star gazing. I don’t recall hearing anything on the roof, but I’m telling you that’s where the sound was.

Any way, I don’t know what to make of all of this.”

Cliff Barackman, James “Bobo” Fay, and Matt Pruitt catch up and dig into the headlines! Topics include:

Bonobo Aggression: https://news.mongabay.com/2024/04/bonobos-the-hippy-apes-may-not-be-as-peaceful-as-once-thought/

Whales and AI: https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20240709-the-sperm-whale-phonetic-alphabet-revealed-by-ai

Barred Owl Culling: https://www.livescience.com/animals/birds/nearly-half-a-million-invasive-owls-including-their-hybrid-offspring-to-be-killed-by-us

Apes Don’t Ask Questions: https://medium.com/@LazySith/why-apes-dont-ask-cce86e803a53

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A listener writes “Hey there Wes. Hope you’re doing well. I have been listening since the start and I love your show so much. I have been very reluctant to share this with you, but in hopes of sharing these stories with your audience I’ll find some other locals that have experienced the same thing as I did, so we can connect and I don’t feel so “alone” anymore haha. I really don’t know how to start these 2 encounters, but for the 1st I will be sending this to you on a mates behalf as he doesn’t want to believe in such “bigfoot/humanoid creatures” roaming our gods country. The 2nd story will be my own encounter that I had 4 months ago.

1st encounter: Location: Roseberg, East of Cowra NSW (mates encounter), 2 years ago.

So my mate told me this. He was going on a weekend camping trip by himself, as that was his hobby. To go outside and enjoy what the bush had to offer. He would camp and hunt deer on private property he had persimmon to be on and just spend a couple nights enjoying the peacefulness of nature and to disassociate from society for a bit, kinda like a refresher if that makes sense. Anyways he told me that on the 2nd afternoon on a Saturday around 3pm he was calling in deer so he could eat and he was hidden in a blind when all of a sudden after about 30mins into calling he notices movement in the tree line. He said he watched this figure which he thought was a deer (on all 4s) walk slowly towards him, note that he said the tree line was about 150-175metres away from his blind. And the lay of the land is flat with small hills that lead into small mountains and valleys that are heavily vegetated and I can confirm this because I have hunted this same area before him. Anyways as this creature that he still at the time thought was a deer gets about 50metres away from him, it stands up on its back legs and looks directly at him and he said it felt like him and whatever this creature was made direct eye contact through his rifle scope. He then told me it took 1 leap that closed another 10metres from 1 another so bringing the creature about 40metres away and once it did that he told me he yelled “fuck back off ive got a gun and I will shoot you” and once he yelled that this creature made a deep hollow growl and bolted at him in a full sprint on its back 2 legs standing up and he fired a single shot towards it then the creature turned around and sprinted back to the tree line but he said as it was running back to the tree line it transitioned back to all 4s and he followed it through his scope then it “vanished” into the tree line with the heavy vegetation. He told me that the face resembled Santa with black hair, which was really strange to me, he said the beard was all black including all other facial hair and head hair, he said the eyes were pure black with no eye whites. He also said the body resembled Mike Tyson. Really wide upper body and slims down towards the waist/legs and had a massive back. He mentioned it didn’t have a neck either and it looked at him with its body, like its whole body moved with its head. That’s all of what he told me, but we also sat down and made a diagram of the location and what happened that I’ll attach, and I also have a video showing the area.

2nd encounter: Location: Tallowa Dam, South of Moss Vale NSW (my encounter), 3 months ago.

So it all started when I had left on a friday afternoon to go on a camping trip down the coast and come back on the sunday. The drive was about 2ish hrs to the location that I was going to which is called Tallowa Dam, I had planned to canoe up the dam and camp in a valley and do some fishing and hiking/sightseeing. I arrived at the car park at around 4pm and immediately packed the canoe with my camping gear and started the 3km row upstream, I was losing sunlight fast because of the mountains casting their shadow into the dam. about 2kms in I heard this hellish scream/roar, kinda reminded me of someone bleeding out with blood pooling in the throat as gory as that sounds. I had never heard this before so I shrugged it off as a lyrebird making their strange noises, but it certainly caught me off guard. I finally arrived at the campsite and started on making a fire immediately before setting up my swag etc, fire was my priority as it was the middle of august in the winter, and the sun had basically set. I got the fire going and set up my swag and decided to go for a night fish, as Australian bass which was my target species are more active at night.

I hiked probably 500metres upstream and saw a stick structure. It was 3 logs that had been placed kinda like a Tepee or pyramid shape, I didn’t really think much of it until 5 seconds later I heard that same hellish scream/roar. Which then got me thinking about my mates story for some reason and I freaked the fuck out. I quickly walked back to my camp and jumped in my swag holding my knife towards the roof. About 20mins go by with not a single sound after getting in the swag when all of a sudden I can faintly hear bipedal footsteps getting louder as it gets closer to me. Keep in mind I haven’t seen anything besides the stick structure, I also remember there only being 1 other car in the carpark and it was the park rangers car. So hoping it was the park ranger walking towards my swag I yelled “hey who’s there” and the walking stopped. 5 seconds go by and the best way I can describe what happened next is it sounded like a 2 ton elephant ran straight towards me. I’m not a religious man but when I tell you I prayed to god please don’t kill me like this, I mean it. As soon as the running reached me it sounded like it took 1 big huff and then jumped over me, cause the running sound stopped for like 5 seconds then a big landing sound happened on the other side of my swag. Then I heard it just take off running. Now I stayed in my tent the entire night (this happened around 7pm) I didn’t eat dinner, get out to pee, nothing. I eventually fell asleep somehow, probably because the 3km row took all my energy, and I woke up around 7am on the saturday. My main objective now was just getting back to my car.

So I packed up camp and started the 3km row back to the carpark, it was around 10:30am by the time I got back to my car and when I went to open it I realized I lost my keys. I looked everywhere for them in the canoe and camping gear but couldnt find them, I thought I put them in my pocket so I thought that must have fallen out when I was packing up camp. So as much as I didn’t want to go back to the camp spot I did the 3km row back again, once I got there it was about 12pm I would say, so I quickly looked around the camp and they were nowhere to be seen. So I then backtracked that 500meatre hike I did the night before in hopes of finding them and low and behold they were hung up on little stick coming out of a tree on the trail which was super weird, so I think what happened is when I was running back to the campsite after the scream they fell out my back pocket and whatever this creature was that I now know what it was, had picked them up off the trail and placed them on that tree knowing I would have to come back and look for them, and as soon as i picked them up it started running at me again, I honestly think it was just toying with me and using me as entertainment because it didn’t actually get me and it definitely could have if it wanted to.

So by the time I got back to the canoe and rowed out to open water it had stopped chasing me, and I did the 3km row back to the carpark with my keys. By the time I got back it was 6pm which was suppppperrrr strange because I thought it was a quick 3hr row there and back but anyways it felt like time had warped or fastened idk how to explain it. Because this dam was property of government land they closed the access gates at 5:30pm. So I had to camp another night, at least this time it was in front of my car and not in the bush, the only car that was there besides mine was that same park ranger’s car. There was actually a no camp sign in the car park but my car wasn’t big enough to sleep in with all my camp gear so I just set up my swag. It was about 8PM and I was just going through all of what happened and I said out loud and idk why I did maybe because it was a rhetorical question “did i even check if my car doors were unlocked before i left to go get the keys”. And as soon as I did that I heard my car door open and I thought it was getting broken into by someone stalking my swag so I quickly got up with my knife out of my swag turned and look at the car and saw harry and the hendersons looking right at me, that’s the first thing that popped into my head when we made eye contact was the actor in the suit is standing right infront of me. Then both of our eyes widened kinda like an oh shit moment and he ran off into the woods and I quickly layed back down in my swag. I didn’t sleep that night at all so when morning came around I was up and out by 7am because they open the gate at 6am. I also forgot to mention I found a footprint coming out of the water and onto the land.

I have probably missed a lot of details but my fingers and brain are hurting writing all this. I’m hoping we can call but I’m not too sure because you’re in the states and I’m in Australia but Wes I haven’t told anyone else my encounter/sighting besides you I haven’t even told my mate yet, please get back to me if you have any questions but I’d really like if we could chat on the phone somehow and we talk about this because I need to talk about it with someone. I have also included diagrams of where these encounters took place. I will also include photos I took at the dam while sightseeing. And a photo of the footprint I found on the edge of the dam.”

FOX 10 Phoenix writes “A truck driver passing through Arizona says his dash cam appears to have caught what looks like a ghost – but of course, that’s unconfirmed. William Church said he was driving on SR 87 around 2:30 a.m. on March 11 when he passed by a transparent figure standing on the side of the road. Church says he was between Phoenix and Payson with no cars in sight. He described the figure as “just standing in the roadway as I passed by looks like you can see the lines through the legs making the figure.” SR 87 has seen its fair share of deadly car crashes as it’s one of the state’s main highways to get to and from mountain communities.

What do you think?”

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ITN Archive writes “In October 1967, police constables Roger Willie and Clifford Waycott told ITN about their encounter with an unidentified flying object – or UFO – in the night sky over Okehampton. Giving a vivid description of the object, the officers seemed certain that, whatever it was, it was watching them.”

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Jeff writes “I have been listening to your show for years now, mostly on my travels to and from work. This morning on the way to work, I heard last week’s episode of the guy with his kids geo-caching and heard the description of what they saw. I have to admit to startled me.

I live in Pennsylvania, Bucks County, outside Quakertown, on a property that abuts State Game Lands. We are not necessarily rural–about 5 mins from anything but away from everything if that makes sense. We moved to our property 8 years ago and my son at that time was 5. A couple years after moving in, he was out collecting clay from downed tree stumps and came running in the house to tell me there was a big thing standing behind our boulder field behind the house, watching him. He had dropped his bucket and run back to the house. I pressed him a little to understand and he said it was dark and tall. I walked back there and got his bucket and proceeded to the boulder he pointed to. He didn’t realize on the other side of that boulder, the ground was lower–which would have made it somewhere around 9 or 10 feet tall. I honestly gave it up to his imagination at work and didn’t think anything of it. That was like late spring.

Fast forward to this year.

We had not had any weird things happening around the property at all. We have a 9 year old Cavalier/Beagle mix who loves to go out and run around in our fenced in yard. She patrols it and barks at everything from deer to leaves. I usually let her out in the middle of the night once or twice and she tears off into the fenced in yard when the door opens. In early February or March, we got up like we did every night and went to the door. We have large glass patio doors. I opened the door and stepped back to let her out. She stepped to the threshold and immediately went flat to the floor and backed up. It was odd. I turned on the light and looked out into the radius of the light (about 50 feet around) and saw nothing. However, I noticed immediately that the sounds of the night were gone. It was almost oppressively silent. I stepped out onto the porch and looked around and saw nothing. She wouldn’t cross the threshold. I took her by the collar and pulled her onto the porch and then went down the 4 steps to the patio so she could step into the grass to do her thing. She skulked down the steps and stepped into the grass immediately off the porch, did her thing quickly and bolted back inside, hiding under the bed covers. I looked around, saw nothing, and backed my way up the steps and inside, closing the door, turning off the lights and drawing the drapes.

What made me react that way was an experience in late December 2023 early January 2024.

We had gone out for the evening to see a show and got back to our property around 9 pm. It was pitch black outside, illuminated only by the car’s headlights. We live down about a 1/4 mile private lane with the next houses about 200 yards away in both directions, all separated by trees and such. That particular night, we had not left the driveway lights on since we didn’t intend to be so late. We have a double lane driveway and the parking spot for the car we were driving was closest to the porch. My car was parked in the outside lane next to our grass field and we had two large rectangular trash bins standing just off the driveway on a stone covered area. They stand about 4′ tall and are each about 3′ wide. They were sitting side by side. As our car pulled into the driveway and got close to the garage, the light from the headlights hit the white front of the garage and spread out across the double lanes, just enough to illuminate the front of the trash cans. As I hit the brake to stop, out of my peripheral vision I saw something move just at the line of light on the side of the driveway with the cans. I turned my head in time to see….well, something. What I saw was about 3-4′ tall based on the trash cans. I only saw it bending down to the ground and walking the short 2′ from behind the garbage cans to the darkness of the side of the garage. It was a cinnamon brown color, kind of like an Irish Setter or King Louie from the Jungle Book. I saw an arm and the side of the back which would have been this thing’s left side. I did not see a head. The hair was wispy and thick on the upper part of the arm but seemed to thin and disappear as it went lower. The hair on the torso was similar in that it was probably 4-6″ in length, wispy, same color. It moved sort of like I have seen a jaguar move its legs but it was odd. And it was gone in a matter of seconds. I jumped out of the car and turned on my phone flashlight, running over to the side of the garage expecting to see a dog, a bear, something….there was nothing there. Literally nothing. I looked at the ground with the light and saw no footprints. I walked beside the garage to the back and glanced around, nothing was there. From the side of the garage to the treeline is like 60′. Whatever this was seemed to cover that in about 5 to 6 seconds. My wife said she did not see it. I know I saw something. I just don’t understand what I saw. No one on our lane has an Irish Setter. I have never seen a bear on our property, much less brown bears aren’t common in PA.

When I heard the geocaching story, it brought me back to that moment. I haven’t thought about it all that much since, but it was a weird experience. I have never seen anything in the area like it again. We have also not had another night of that oppressive silence.”

From The Shadows writes “Dale joins us to share some his wild experiences on his property in Alabama. A surgery interrupted his music career but gave him a chance to start researching his other passion – Bigfoot. Dale has captured some great evidence and invites everyone to check it out on his YouTube page.”

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Bigfoot and Beyond writes “Cliff Barackman and Matt Pruitt speak with Jennifer Kirkland, one of the founders and organizers of the excellent Cryptid Con event held in Lexington, KY! See this year’s lineup and purchase tickets here: https://www.cryptidcon.com

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