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The Confessionals writes “In today’s live show, we discuss the Ozark Howler and the disturbing encounters Josh and Nathan experienced deep in the Ozarks, from Josh’s face-to-face sighting of a massive white creature to the haunting howls and stalking presence that kept Nathan awake through the night.

Their stories echo the old folklore of the region, and we’ll explore how their encounters tie into the history and legend of this elusive cryptid. We then shift gears into a different topic, diving into the strange world of quantum AI, including why some AI systems behave unpredictably when observed, the idea of AI housing quantum computing to amplify its own power, the possibility of preset calculations that speed up quantum processes, and how quantum error-correction “timeline triggers” might reveal what’s happening inside a quantum system without ever looking directly at it.”

Cliff Barackman, James “Bobo” Fay, and Matt Pruitt answer your questions in this new Q&A episode! If you would like to submit a question for a future Q&A episode, please use the contact form or voicemail link HERE.

Links mentioned in the episode: Sasquatch Archives, Salish Sasquatch, Kentucky Bigfoot Research Organization, Kids’ Books (NABC), The Search for Sasquatch (Laura Krantz)

A listener writes “My daughter witnessed three UAPs and glowing orbs last night at the dog park across the street from her home. We live in Hiouchi, California, right next to Jedediah Smith State Park.

My daughter is a registered nurse, intelligent, grounded, and open to the possibility of extraterrestrial life. Both she and I have had CE5 experiences in the past and have seen things that I can’t explain through conventional means.

A few weeks ago, she mentioned that while walking her dogs near the dog park, she suddenly felt uneasy, as if she were being watched. Her dogs were on high alert, which was unusual for them. She had never felt that way in that area before.

Last night, while taking out the garbage, she asked the ETs to say hello. Moments later, she observed the UAPs and glowing orbs at the dog park. She also recalled hearing something moving very fast with heavy footsteps coming from within the park just before she noticed the orbs.

There are no streetlights in that area, and at night the park is completely pitch black you can’t see into it at all. I’ve attached a photo of one of the orbs, along with a comparison image of the dog park during the daytime. She also has video footage.

She’s open to speaking with you about her experience if you’re interested. Thanks for your show.”

Paranormal Portal writes “Wes joined me for a live stream and answered questions from myself and the live chat. The discussion was wide open and while we certainly discussed Sasquatch, we touched on an incredible array of topics and Wes shared his candid opinions about all of it. It was a great discussion and we had a great time.”

UAMN TV writes “Area 51 Experimental Crafts That Created the UFO Legend – In a rare vintage discussion, Norio Hayakawa explains how experimental aircraft tested at Area 51 in the late 1970s fueled widespread UFO sightings—suggesting the mystery was less extraterrestrial and more classified, with secrecy deliberately allowing myth to replace explanation.”

A listener writes “I live in Spokane, Washington, and this past weekend I believe I had an encounter with Sasquatch. My brother Adam told me to email you the story as he is a fan of your show.

I was on a hike with my husband on the afternoon of January 10th, in the Nine Mile Falls area just west of Spokane. The area specifically is called McLellan Conservation Area. About 45 minutes into the hike, I saw a figure way out in the distance deep in the trees. I turned left and saw the dark figure, head, shoulders, torso, arms and legs. It was so dark, almost completely black but I could tell it had texture to it if that makes sense. I’d say it was about 100 yards or less away from me. I stopped and stared at it, it raised its right arm and reached to the tree beside it and tucked behind the tree, hiding from us. I stood there for a good 2 minutes just staring at the tree, waiting for movement but never saw it again. What was also interesting was that the park was covered in some of the densest fog I’ve ever seen afterwards, I am glad I saw it before that rolled in.

About 15 minutes later, we stopped at an area to look at the Spokane River. All of the sudden both myself and husband heard 4 loud bangs, and I can say with upmost confidence that it sounded like wood banging against wood. The noise came from the exact area I saw the dark figure. We assumed maybe we would see another hiker on the way back or at least footprints as there was snow on the ground, but we never saw anyone else, the parking lot was empty when we got back.

I am very sure what I saw wasn’t a person, as I said the entire body and face was dark, all the same color. I never felt afraid or remotely disturbed when I saw it or afterwards, which is odd for me as I would consider myself a bit of a “scardy cat” when it comes to hearing stories about this sort of thing.”

Tonight we will be speaking to Martin from episode 1112. You might recall Martin wrote “I have 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 vocalizations 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.”

In Episode 1112, Martin shared two sightings that occurred on his property last year. Since then, he has moved onto the property full time, and tonight we’ll be discussing the evidence he’s gathered. Below, I’ve put together about six minutes of the most compelling evidence he sent over, take a look.

Randy Harrington writes “This video is not exciting or glamorous, unless you are an information junky like I am….The details he shows in the feet evidence and the bushy branch of evolution rather than a straight line…to me is fascinating.

I was never completely sure about what a Mid Tarsal Joint was, Meldrum shows print evidence and a clear look and a much better understanding as I can actually see its use in the foot.”

From The Shadows writes “A Dogman changed Sheriff Deputy James York’s life December 2025. The Cincinnati man encountered the creature on his way home one evening and he has been consumed with finding the truth ever since. Join us as James shares one of the most riveting encounters we have ever heard.”

I will be speaking to Adam who is from Washington. He describes this brief encounter that he and his father had. Years later he was training on Fort Lewis when his group came in contact with this large creature.

The men were terrified climbed into the Stryker (eight-wheeled armored fighting vehicle) and this thing came up to this 20 ton vehicle, pushing it gently and it sounded like it ran its nails down the side of the vehicle. We will also be speaking to Tex.

Tex writes “I am currently serving in the United States Army as an Airborne Infantry soldier with the 82nd Brigade, stationed at Fort Bragg, North Carolina. Growing up, I had several strange experiences in the woods moments that didn’t make sense at the time but, looking back now, could very well be connected to Bigfoot or Sasquatch.

My most significant encounter, however, occurred in January of 2025 during a field training exercise with my basic training company at Fort Benning, Georgia. What happened wasn’t a single sighting, but encounters with what I believe were three separate beings possibly a small family group of Sasquatch inhabiting the forested outer edge of the base.

I’d heard plenty of stories about unusual activity on Fort Benning and other military installations, but I never imagined something like this would happen to me especially not with a witness alongside me. During one night in our patrol base, we had contact with two large entities. We fired blank rounds, and things quickly escalated into complete chaos.

The following day, while conducting a patrol as a two man team, my buddy Hal and I encountered something large, upright, and covered in shaggy dark reddish-brown hair. It was partially concealed behind a tree at our 10 o’clock position, approximately 50 meters away, watching us as we slowly backed toward our patrol base.

We both knew exactly what we had seen. We agreed not to say anything to the rest of the squad at least until our Drill Sergeants called us in for a serious, in-depth conversation. Some of the things they said and implied made it feel as though they already knew what was out there and wanted the incident kept quiet.

I would be more than willing to speak with you further about this experience, and it would be an honor to be on the show.”

The Cynocephali (singular: Cynocephalus, meaning “dog-headed”) were legendary beings described in ancient and medieval texts as humanoids with the heads of dogs or wolves.

WoodwardTV writes “When we see Saint Christopher with a canine head, images of the Egyptian god Anubis standing watch over the dead, our first instinct is to think, ok well that’s just the way they are depicted in this image, with the head of a dog, just because it’s art…until someone points it out as a pattern.”

Strange Familiars writes “Nate shares stories of a series of synchronicities, strange sounds, and odd finds around a patch of woods he began to call the Witches Grove. He also describes some dreams/encounters with greys.”

A listener writes “I am currently serving in the United States Army as an Airborne Infantry soldier with the 82nd Brigade, stationed at Fort Bragg, North Carolina. Growing up, I had several strange experiences in the woods moments that didn’t make sense at the time but, looking back now, could very well be connected to Bigfoot or Sasquatch.

My most significant encounter, however, occurred in January of 2025 during a field training exercise with my basic training company at Fort Benning, Georgia. What happened wasn’t a single sighting, but encounters with what I believe were three separate beings possibly a small family group of Sasquatch inhabiting the forested outer edge of the base.

I’d heard plenty of stories about unusual activity on Fort Benning and other military installations, but I never imagined something like this would happen to me especially not with a witness alongside me. During one night in our patrol base, we had contact with two large entities. We fired blank rounds, and things quickly escalated into complete chaos.

The following day, while conducting a patrol as a two man team, my buddy Hal and I encountered something large, upright, and covered in shaggy dark reddish-brown hair. It was partially concealed behind a tree at our 10 o’clock position, approximately 50 meters away, watching us as we slowly backed toward our patrol base.

We both knew exactly what we had seen. We agreed not to say anything to the rest of the squad at least until our Drill Sergeants called us in for a serious, in-depth conversation. Some of the things they said and implied made it feel as though they already knew what was out there and wanted the incident kept quiet.

I would be more than willing to speak with you further about this experience, and it would be an honor to be on the show.”

Rocky Mountain Sasquatch writes “In this episode, we dive into chilling Sasquatch encounters from around the world. Reports from the Suiattle River area of Washington, where men claim they were chased out by a massive Tupso Sasquatch throwing rocks and logs.

We also analyze rare Yeti footage from the foothills of the North Caucasus Mountains, breaking down posture, locomotion, muscle definition, and why experts believe it’s not a suit. Finally, we examine a terrifying Pine Barrens case in New Jersey, where a solo hiker captured photos of a Bigfoot-like creature stalking her through the forest.”

Cliff Barackman and Matt Pruitt discuss new developments at the North American Bigfoot Center, foundational sasquatch documentaries like the BBC’s “Bigfoot: America’s Abominable Snowman” and “Bigfoot: Man or Beast?”

The two also discuss how the modern world might look if the discovery of the sasquatch had happened during the mid-20th century.

Frank J. Hansen (1930–2009) was a Midwestern carnival promoter and showman who owned a traveling exhibit company known as Exotic Exhibits. During the 1960s, Hansen made his living displaying curiosities typical of the era some authentic, others questionable including two-headed animals, shrunken heads, and oddities designed to shock, fascinate, and draw crowds.

Hansen was not a scientist or researcher. He was a businessman who understood publicity, spectacle, and human curiosity. That distinction is critical to understanding the strange events that followed.

The Debut of the Minnesota Iceman (1967)

In 1967, Hansen unveiled his most controversial attraction: a frozen humanoid figure he called “The Minnesota Iceman.”

• The creature was displayed encased in a large, clear block of ice and appeared to be:
• Approximately 6 to 7 feet tall
• Covered in hair
• Possessing a distinctly humanlike face
• Marked with visible injuries: One damaged eye, a wound in the chest resembling a gunshot

Hansen claimed the being had been shot by hunters in Minnesota who mistook it for an animal, then frozen shortly afterward. What might have remained a sideshow curiosity soon drew serious attention.

The exhibit attracted two prominent figures in the emerging field of cryptozoology:

Bernard Heuvelmans

Often referred to as the father of cryptozoology, Heuvelmans traveled to see the Iceman and initially believed it could represent an unknown hominid.

Dr. Ivan T. Sanderson

A respected zoologist and science writer, Sanderson examined the creature in person. He noted several details that troubled him deeply:

• Highly realistic anatomy
• No visible seams or signs of fabrication
• Skin texture, hair distribution, and proportions that appeared biological
• Both men left the exhibit disturbed not amused and publicly stated that what they saw did not resemble a simple hoax.

Hansen Grows Uneasy

As scientific and media attention intensified, Hansen reportedly became nervous. His behavior changed in noticeable ways, viewing of the specimen was restricted, X-rays were refused, thawing for closer examination was prohibited, the creature’s origin story became inconsistent.

According to Sanderson and Heuvelmans, Hansen claimed he was under pressure from unidentified authorities. He expressed fear of legal trouble, mentioned ownership disputes, and hinted at possible government interest.

At this point, the story stopped being merely strange and began to feel ominous.

The “Replacement” Iceman (1968)

When researchers returned the following year, they immediately noticed something was wrong. The specimen had changed. The face looked different, the wounds were altered, the damaged eye was no longer the same, the overall anatomy appeared less convincing.

Sanderson later stated publicly: “The original specimen was gone.”

What replaced it appeared more artificial, as though a crude replica had been substituted for the original.

Why the Case Never Fully Died

Despite Hansen’s eventual admission made only after intense scrutiny that the exhibit was a fake, several unresolved issues continue to haunt the case. Hansen’s story shifted repeatedly over time. Early interviews sharply contradict later explanations, and the hoax admission came only after the original specimen vanished.

Neither Sanderson nor Heuvelmans ever retracted their original observations. Sanderson maintained that the first specimen displayed biological details far beyond the capabilities of 1960s special effects particularly in: hair growth patterns, facial musculature, natural asymmetry.

The Gunshot Wound

Observers noted that the chest wound appeared partially healed, showed fractured bone, and was consistent with real trauma rather than sculpting.

The Disappearance

If the Iceman was always fake, why replace it at all?
Why refuse testing?
Why the secrecy, fear, and sudden behavioral changes?

More than half a century later, the Minnesota Iceman remains one of the most unsettling and unresolved anomalies in cryptozoological history not because of what was shown, but because of what quietly vanished.

Walter Bosley is an American author, researcher, and speaker best known for writing about breakaway civilizations, secret space programs, occult history, and hidden technology. He operates mainly in the fringe / alternative research space rather than mainstream academia.

Bosley claims to have worked in U.S. intelligence and defense-related roles, including associations with the U.S. Air Force Office of Special Investigations (OSI) and classified aerospace programs.

A listener writes “This happened in November of 2020 on our East Texas property. All year long I had been checking game cameras, planting deer food plots, and keeping the feeders full doing everything I could to make the deer want to stay on our land. With 92 acres of extremely thick forest, it wasn’t a hard sell.

Over the course of the year, something unusual began showing up on my trail cams: a massive buck pure white. Not albino white no pink eyes. This deer had striking gold eyes and a solid rack to match his size. I had never seen anything like him before. From the camera footage, it was obvious the other bucks deferred to him. When he approached the feeder, the others backed away. He was the dominant buck on the property, no question about it.

And he immediately became the number one deer on my list.

Hunting this place isn’t easy. The woods are so thick that visibility is terrible if you see a deer, it’s going to be close. And if the wind isn’t right, the deer will know you’re there long before you know he’s there.

To make things harder, I’d suffered a bad fall in 2016 while putting up a tree stand. I was seriously injured internally, and my back never healed properly. Sitting for long periods is painful, and climbing into tree stands is no longer an option. That meant hunting from a ground blind putting the advantage squarely in the deer’s favor.

On this afternoon, I was fully camouflaged from head to toe, sitting low in a hand-built brush blind. I had been obsessive about checking wind direction daily to make sure my scent wouldn’t blow toward the feeder, which sat only about 35 yards away. On this property, shots beyond that distance are rare.

It was around 4:30–4:45 p.m., and daylight was fading fast. I hadn’t seen a single deer all day. Just as I started thinking it wasn’t going to happen, he stepped out of the woods.

The big white buck.

That was the moment I learned the true meaning of buck fever. My heart was pounding, adrenaline surging. Slowly, carefully, I raised my rifle and pushed it through the narrow opening in the blind, terrified he’d sense me before I could line up the shot.

BOOM.

When the recoil settled and I lowered the rifle, he was gone. But I knew I had him. As the echo of the shot faded, I heard violent crashing in the brush and the sound of running through dry leaves heading straight toward the extremely dense bamboo lining the creek.

Then came one final crash.

Silence.

He was down.

Darkness would be coming soon, and tracking blood in these woods after nightfall would be nearly impossible. I started at the feeder and followed the direction I’d heard him run but there was no blood trail at all. I pushed through thick brush, bending and nearly crawling, relying only on sound memory.

After about 15 minutes, I saw him lying on his side near the slope that dropped down toward the bamboo and creek 20 to 30 yards short of terrain so thick I’d never have found him.

I was ecstatic. Hunting alone meant no one to celebrate with, so I did the next best thing laid my rifle across his back, lifted his head with one arm, and fumbled with my phone until I finally got a decent photo.

Because of my back injury, lifting a deer is out of the question. But since we were already near the top of the hill, I was able to drag him down through the leaf-covered slope to a dirt road I’d cut earlier. I’d hidden my side-by-side in the bamboo nearby, rode it to the barn about half a mile away, and came back with the tractor. The front-end loader did what my back couldn’t.

By then, I had maybe an hour of usable light left. I set up every portable light I had, plus the mercury vapor “booger light” on the barn, giving me just enough illumination to gut, skin, and quarter the deer. Using the loader to lift the gambrel, I barely got him high enough to keep his head off the ground. He was a big deer.

By the time I finished gutting him and started skinning, it was fully dark. And in East Texas woods, when it gets dark it gets dark. The lights created a visibility bubble of maybe 30 yards. Beyond that was pure black.

My back was screaming, but I had no choice. I had to finish.

As I worked carefully around the head and neck planning to have it mounted I heard it.

A deep, violent growl almost a roar coming from just inside the woods, maybe 30–35 yards away.

I know the animals on this property. My mind ran through the possibilities. A huge hog? The lung capacity sounded enormous—but it didn’t fit. A cougar? One had been spotted here a couple of years earlier, but this was far deeper and larger. A black bear? None exist anywhere near here.

Whatever it was, it was big, and it was pacing back and forth, thrashing through vines and brush, growling and roaring intermittently.

And I got the unmistakable feeling it wanted my deer.

I stepped toward the back of the tractor to try to see it, but couldn’t make out anything. The thrashing continued. Alone, in the dark, exhausted and hurting, I made a decision I wish I hadn’t.

I drew my .40-cal Glock and fired a round into the woods.

To my shock it didn’t retreat.

It got louder. More aggressive.

That’s when the realization hit me: I am not holding enough gun.

I backed into the barn and grabbed my lever action .44 Magnum from the side-by-side. Walking back out, rifle raised, I yelled,
“NO! You’re not getting my deer! I’ll fight you for it!”

I won’t lie I was scared.

After several tense minutes of watching the treeline, the thrashing gradually slowed. The growls faded. Then it went quiet.

I wasn’t convinced it was gone.

I repositioned myself deeper into the barn so the only way to reach me would be through the open door.

About 10–15 minutes later, every dog at the nearby lake half a mile away went absolutely berserk. I’ve heard them bark before, but nothing like this. It sounded like they’d seen a monster.

That’s when it hit me the thing had moved on.

I finished processing the deer as fast as I could and prepared to shut everything down. I still had a massive gut bucket to deal with. I didn’t want to leave it near the barn or RV, but I wasn’t about to walk into the dark woods either.

So I dumped it into the tractor’s loader, drove about 50 yards down the road, dumped it, and raced back. I tossed everything into the barn, rifle in hand, sprinted into the RV, and locked the door.

The next morning, I found the gut bucket down the road empty with a large hole punched clean through the side.

That wasn’t the first strange thing on this property. I’ve found green trees snapped off eight feet up, trunks thicker than my arms, with tops thrown several feet away. I’ve never caught anything like that on camera.

A few months later, one trail cam near the barn captured something I still can’t explain: glowing balls of light hovering near a feeder while a doe calmly ate beneath them completely unfazed.

I’ve heard other strange sounds too. Years earlier, while standing near the burn barrel one afternoon, I heard a full-volume donkey bray erupt from the woods 10–20 yards away. We don’t own a donkey. Neither do our neighbors.

I’ve since learned that Sasquatch are often described as excellent mimics.

Years before all this, the owners of a nearby RV park told me they’d had multiple Sasquatch sightings one near a horse corral, one stepping out from behind an RV, another confronting a woman at a laundry building.

Looking at Google Maps, there’s a continuous stretch of dense woods connecting their land to ours.

Food. Water. Cover.

Have I ever seen one? No.

But after everything that’s happened here, I’m not willing to say they’re not around.

And if they are I just hope they’re more interested in deer and hogs than people.”