A listener writes “Dear Wes, My adult children insisted I share this with you, telling me that yours is the best Bigfoot podcast out there. Though I am no stranger to the paranormal, (or anomalous, as I refer to the spooky), I have never experienced an encounter like the one my husband and I had a few days ago in the national forest in Northern Lower Michigan on the full moon.
We did not see them, but heard them clear and close, making a whoop that neither of us had ever heard, and they left an unmistakable sign of their presence. We had been sitting in silence as the sun set, waiting for the full moon to rise. We had no fire, no libation, no conversation, and almost no movement for more than 90 minutes.
The only sound was the river nearby, spring peepers, and buzzing insects. I sensed what I thought was an animal nearby, but didn’t see anything, except vague movement near the edge of the grove where we sat. At one point it grew cold, the peepers stopped chirping, and the woods went silent. I remarked that it was getting chilly, and that the moon was obscured by cloud cover, so suggested we leave. Again, without talking, we made our way to the car.
When we were about 20 feet from it we heard a loud two-pitched whoop. We froze, and it happened again. This sound was extremely close. The call belonged to no night bird, or any other creature we had ever heard. We froze each time it whooped, then took a few more steps toward the car only for it to whoop again. Then we heard a response from about a quarter mile away that matched the one next to us. When the whoops ceased completely we loaded up and drove a weary, determined to google owl cries to see if we could find a match.
When we hit the pavement we stopped on the deserted road to listen to peepers. Checking the rear view mirror to make sure no vehicles were approaching, I noticed a large handprint on the back windshield of my car. It was freaky to say the least. We took some photos that I will add at the end of this correspondence. When we arrived home and looked at the handprint under the light it really blew our minds!
The handprint was larger than either of our hands and appeared to have been made with some chalk like or claylike substance. We took multiple photos.
Later that night when I shared photos and the story with my kids via chat, they shared audio of Bigfoot whoops that matched exactly with what we heard. I collected the print the next morning using clear contact paper because rain was in the forecast, and I wanted to preserve it.
This was a first for both my husband and me. I’m including a link to a video by daughter created using our photos, video, and me telling about what happened. I think it will demonstrate quite clearly what we encountered. My kids tell me that there are places to document encounters such as this, but I have no clue who would benefit from the evidence we collected. I have no desire to reveal the location. This place in the forest is sacred to me. I wish to protect all of our relatives, physical or not, who dwell there.”
