Hi! I’m gonna go ahead and apologize now for the length of this email. I’ve been going over what to say for months now so bear with me, please. I’ve been listening to the show for close to a year now and finally got a subscription a few days ago.
I listen while I’m cleaning my house or driving around town on errands. Probably not your “normal” listener.. I’m a stay at home mom of 3 girls, married to a hunter but I’m terrified of the woods. I mean I will get that little panicked jumpy feeling if I have to walk out to my car after dark. I blame my father and his love for all things Bigfoot. I loved him so very much but it’s totally his fault. He lost his decades long battle with depression in 2012 and my whole world stopped. I’ve searched for so long to find a way to connect to him and this is it Wes. If I had 1000 years left on this earth I could never thank you enough for this podcast. He was a Bigfoot guy through and through and the only one I’ve ever known. I grew up with Sasquatch books on our family bookshelf and if I had friends over he would be in the living room watching Monster Quest episodes. He loved Les Stroud and it breaks my heart that he passed before Survivorman Bigfoot aired.
As far as I know, my dad always had the Bigfoot bug.. However, he did tell me a couple times about an interesting thing that happened to him as a child. My family has lived in central Mississippi since the early 1800s. In approximately 1935, my great grandparents bought several acres of land about 15 minutes outside of Louisville. They farmed the land and raised babies that grew up to build homes a little ways down on that same property. One of these houses is where my dad grew up with his two brothers. It was a ranch style home with a huge picture window overlooking the backyard. When he was about 4 or 5, so 1975 or 76, he was asleep on a couch underneath that window.
He woke up because something blocked out the light coming in through the window. He said he saw the outline of something enormous and covered in hair. He covered his head with the blanket and eventually fell back asleep but told me he was never 100% sure if what he saw was real or just a child’s imagination. I still thought it was worth mentioning.
A few years after this, maybe early 80s was the next incident. The room with the picture window was in the same open area as the kitchen. One side of the picture window room was the kitchen and the other side was the door to the carport.
That day my grandmother was in the kitchen cooking and my grandfather, dad and uncles were around the other side of the house opposite from the carport. The story goes that my grandmother looked up because she heard someone touch the screen door but immediately saw that it was not a person. She started screaming and whatever it was ran off. It was trying to open the door. My grandfather heard her scream and ran to the house with everyone in tow.
They all ran this “hairy thing” off into the woods with their guns and as far as I know it didn’t come back. Now, since I’ve been a listener, one major theme has stuck out to me in a lot of these reports.. Dumping scraps. That’s what my grandparents always called it anyway. I don’t know what they call it where you’re from but they threw their dinner leftovers over the barbed wire fence about 30 yards from their house. Who knows how many decades my whole family had been feeding these things. Anyway, if you ask my grandmother about what happened she will just laugh and shake her head but make no comment.”