Tonight I will be speaking to Jessica and her husband Shane. We will wrap up with Don from Florida.
Jessica writes “My husband and I were pig hunting one night. We hadn’t been at our spot very long when my husband, who is 6’6 and not scared of anything, screamed at me to get in the truck. The fear in his voice unnerved me, but I couldn’t stop staring at what I was seeing… Approximately 60 yards from where I was positioned, I could see the grass parting like something tall and fast was coming towards me, but there was nothing there that I could see.
I could hear it coming, I could see the grass parting, and tree branches breaking and snapping back, but there was NOTHING visible. I just stood there, frozen, right till the last second. My husband broke the spell by opening my door and yelling for me to get inside the vehicle. He was just in time, too, because whatever it was hit the car and circled us while scraping it’s claws into the sides of our vehicle. When we finally gained the courage to get out and look at our car, the claw marks were clearly visible and tree branches were scattered everywhere. We left!
The next day, when the sun was up, we returned to look for tracks, but what we found was far more intriguing. The tops of the trees had been ripped out and arranged in a perfect circle where our vehicle had been parked.
I’ve never shared this in writing, so forgive any grammatical errors.”
Don writes “It was 2004 and happened after I moved from southern California to Florida in a newly built neighborhood that was previously very rural. I couldn’t get to my neighborhood without running over hundreds of snakes and frogs and this that, and the other just to get there after it was built.
It’s where all the locals used to talk about going to the woods. They used to go out to do 4×4, what they call mudding. Two other people were with me when the encounter happened. When I got back, my wife at the time rolled her eyes, but this was very real. The boys I was with thought it was a grinch because it was tall and skinny that can only compare it to that at the time, so they called it the Gray Grinch (a very scary version)
I knew exactly what it was, so when I was asked by the family what it was, I said it was a SMOKED OUT BIGFOOT meaning it looked like it was sasquatch smoking crack or something because it looked very skinny and gray… I even tried to make it light hearted when trying to tell people by joking about its appearance, but in fact it really scared the crap out of us.