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I’ve not known of anyone faking jabs. To get around the mandates, the best way is to claim religious beliefs. It works and they legally cannot fight you on this.
It must be done a certain way. For more information email me: lemalee@gmail.com
as I spend very little time on the forums.Ron Moorehead questioned this witness after that 911 call incident happened. Seems the witness does not want to be identified and wants to be left alone.
NW Louisiana, count me in.
Lemalee@gmail.comI would like to be on the show. I have emailed Wes about some things.
My first experience was between the years of 1979-1980 in NW LA. We lived in Claiborne Parish in a in a rural area. The town’s name was Lisbon, LA. There is an area of the Kisatchie National Forest there called Middlefork Bottom. It’s dark in this area even in daylight. Our home had woods behind it that met up with Middlefork Bottom. Something or things frequented the woods behind our house. My grandfather had passed away and my Mom had divorced and remarried my step-dad who was a truck driver and gone a lot. To begin with we found a shelter first that we thought a hobo was living in, but whatever was there had eaten a bird and stacked feathers on one side of the shelter and bones on the other side.
We had chickens, but I don’t recall if we ever had any missing. We also had a huge garden and watermelons disappeared often. My sister lived with my Dad in another town, but my Mom had visitation every other weekend. She and I and our cousin would get blamed for the missing watermelons.
Anyway, we played in the woods next to our house a lot, but we were told to never go past the 2nd cattleguard behind the house. It was on a little dead-end road that went a half mile give or take to an old oil well pump. My grandmother, mother and aunt were deer hunters and while hunting one day had something scream at her and scare her so bad she fell down the hill and injured herself. I think it was after that when we were told to not go down there past that cattle guard. But being kids, one day my sister was over with her best friend and we wandered past it. After only a few steps we smelled a God awful smell and thought maybe it was a dead animal. We went a few more steps into where the wooded area began and immediately got growled at by something to our left. It was a very deep guttural growl. We ran back home and told my Mom and grandmother and they got on to us for going past the cattle guard.
The next thing that happened was when I was 11 and went squirrel hunting with my step-dad in Middlefork Bottom. Something followed us and screamed at us. It was a sound that was like a tornado horn blowing and a cow getting butchered at the same time. Only way I could describe it. Anyway this thing paced us out of the woods walking when we walked and stopping when we stopped.
Later things got even more real when my step-dad was gone at night. This thing came up to house.
There’s more to the story, but I have typed too much already. I’d like to tell the rest and you can understand why I have become obsessed with bigfoot and still search for answers to this day.
Thanks for reading…
~Lisa Leach
