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I kept my experience silent for 29 years, and it felt so good being able to share it with someone who did not criticize me (Wes). So, personally I think if your BS detector goes off, just keep it to yourself and move on, because the relief one feels from releasing a traumatic experience doesn’t need to put a wall up to inconsiderate comments! JMO
@ Kenneth M, You are absolutely right on the audio cassette he had of the ordeal. It was about 6 minutes long, and it was very annoying, because all you heard was the rotary blades of the helicopter, which sounded like a broken vacuum. At the point where you hear “Are you ready” then he says “Proceed” it was hard to make out, with the helicopter, but you can faintly hear him say those words. His main purpose for letting us hear the cassette, was the magnitude of the creatures scream when the shot was fired. Even the two gun shots fired at the creature, and then her young were not very loud, with the helicopter going, but when the creature let out that painful scream, it overpowered the sound of the helicopter.
I actually only listened to the cassette twice, the image in my mind of this creatures scream sent shivers of hate down my spine, and disturbed me greatly, and so I chose not to listen to it. During the 6 minute tape, you could tell there was more talking, but it was unrecognizable, and William only shared what was said moments before the shots!@Kent, you are right, that would be the end result!
You will have the gratification of shooting one for about 30 seconds, before his buddy rips your head off. There is never just one!!
like a shark cage, maybe he is the one who gets in the cage and observes Bigfoot, because that would be the conservational way to watch Bigfoot! “JK”
Andrew L, I have talked with a couple people about this over the phone. There is more I have found out, but find it best not to scatter it across the internet. We can share e-mails and go from there…
At the time, sitting with this dying man, I underestimated how important the story would be later in life. Looking at the pictures for as long as I did really molded them into my memory, and at least I know for myself that this creature is as real and tangible as any other animal on this planet!
Jim, I responded on the last thread to your question, I would be willing to visit with you more by phone, but I can’t say much about this on here!
Dave, Jim, my visit came by way of a phone call about two weeks after I told it on Sasquatch Chronicles. It was a little nerving how he found me, or who sent him, but it was only one person who talked with me, and I didn’t feel threatened by what he said. His advice was, I could share my experience with others, but not to share with any type of media. He only talked with me on the phone, to set a time and place to meet in person.
He let me ask questions, And some he answered, and others he side stepped the question, but what he did do was fill me in on what happened in my story, with all the stuff that the dying gentleman took to his grave.
Then about 5 months after my episode, I had two guys in a white ford van sit in front of my house for several days. My wife thought someone was stealing our internet service, and called the cops. The cops called me shortly after telling me they were federal agents watching a house in the area, but none of my neighbors have things going on that require federal agents. That is when my phone call friend suggested I be careful sharing new information over the Internet. He keeps in contact with me, and I am just careful what I say!They have very keen senses, and anything out of the norm, they pay close attention to. This is how they avoid detection in their world.
Hi Michael, good to hear your posts again!My experience is on episode 41, Death bed confession. I have not seen a live one, but heard a first hand experience of a coverup and looked at 11 clear photos of a female. After telling my story, someone paid me a visit, and gave me a warning! I find, that I have to be careful sharing what I was told.
