A listener writes “I just recently started listening to your podcasts. They help me get through the work day.
Why I’m emailing you is because I would like to discuss my “encounters”, I say it like because I’ve never really saw a Bigfoot before. So let’s cut to the chase. Around July 2012, I was freshly out of high school. My cousin and I went canoeing, with the intentions of camping. The place we camped was only accessible by water that I know of. I do not know the exact location but we were in the Jackson canal fulton area. The section of the river had a strong current to it.
So strong when I got out of the canoe it carried me down stream a mile. Anyways when I got out of the canoe the water-was chest deep on me. When I finally got to back to the canoe. We carried it up hill I wanna say 45 yards. We set up all our stuff put the canoe behind the tent. Built a fire because I was soaked and the sun was going down and we still hadn’t ate, we sat around the fire talked and then went to bed. I don’t know why but 4:36 am flashed in my head and it still does to this day. What happened next I can’t really come to grips with on how it happened. It was like i was in a twilight zone, and I heard something cross the river in three steps, and it went silent for a minute.
It was a creepy silent, like when a predator is near by. This sense of fear came over me like I’ve never felt before. I saw this massive shadow outside my side of the tent in what moonlight we had. I was like okay someone is messing with us. Then it let out this gut wrenching scream. It rattled me good. I tried waking my cousin up but he was out cold. I thought for sure I was going to die, I made peace with god, and closed my eyes and started to pray, because I was like this is it. All of a sudden it went silent. I stayed up shaking the rest of the night when my cousin finally woke up, he asked what happened and I tried to tell him, but I couldn’t speak because I was still so rattled. He opened the tent up all of our camping gear was thrown everywhere and the canoe was in a tree. It still bothers me to this day.
December 30th 2017 my cousin and I went to salt fork to see hosacks cave. We got the cave and the same feeling of fear came over me. I didn’t see anything or hear anything but I felt as if we were being watched. My cousin turned to me and asked me do you smell that? I replied we gotta go now, and we ran down that hill like the devil himself was nipping at our heels. We got in the truck and tore out of there as fast as he could shift gears. No one believes us when we tell them that story. I’m afraid to go back but at the same time I want too.”