A listener writes “I just started listening to the podcast and I had to share. I’d rather not call in, as I hate the sound of my voice one stories is mine, I’m not sure if it was bigfoot but I can’t think of any other explanation. The other 2 are my husband’s.
Now for context before I begin, my father in law used to run a trap line and bait shop between Sault Ste Marie Ontario and Wawa when he was alive and he used to do the same in the northwest territories in his early 20s.
My husband spent many hours helping him and in the bush. He knows what is let’s say normal and what isn’t. I am a wildlife technician and I too have a good understanding of nature, so we tend to consult eachother on things that we find strange. As we both still spend many hours in the woods. His story beings when he was young still just going into highschool. He was out hunting, in a tree stand on his father’s land that was backed by crown land. He has seen things from poaching to animals of different species trying to mate with each other. (The laws of nature aren’t really laws there are more like guidelines that can get bended and molded to a creatures benefit).
So he is in a tree stand that is open to a clearing and then everything goes quiet, like creepy, hair raising, not right quiet. Not a bug, bird or anything making noise. And then he hears this loud blood turns to ice in veins roar/scream. The best he can describe it is half animal, half human roar. Followed by crashing branches, and trees shaking. Everything in him told him run but he can’t move. He stayed in the tree stand for what felt like ages. Only when the sounds of birds and animals started up again was he able to move and even then he was shaking like a leaf. Cut to a yearish later, near the same area.
My partner is walking through the bush trying to find good spots for hunting and trap lines. Comes across, three wolves torn to shreds. Limbs ripped off each one, body cavity torn open and heads pulled off and shoved on to sticks that were put into the ground. A warning of my territory stay out. He brought his father to the spot and he is a seasoned bushman, went pale and told him to never come to this area ever again. So for all the people thinking poachers did it. They both looked at everything there was no bullets. The animals were torn apart, you can tell went a knife is used the cuts are pretty smooth. A knife was not used, the flesh was ripped. He has never been back to that spot.
My story takes place outside of Perth Ontario. We have a family cottage on a lake, to get there you have to pass a dirt road and a old farm that was abandoned in the 1960s. The barn is falling down and the road to there is overgrown but it’s surrounded by lots of raspberry bushes. I was about I think somewhere between 6-8 and my cousin (4 years older) my aunt and her dog, and I decided to walk up the road to the farm and see if the raspberries were pick able yet. The whole road is about 2.2 miles through forest and then you have the old driveway up to the farm. It was uneventful on the way there, went up no berries out yet and started walking back. Now the farm road has a ditch on either side, I’m about 5’9 and the ditch is about knee deep for me.
The road as I said is badly over grown, so we are walking back and my cousin and I are ahead by a bit, my aunt’s dog trots up to the ditch and something growls at her. She jumps a solid foot back and stared at the spot. Now being the dumb child that I was. I walk back and up to her and say what’s going on girl. And walk to the ditch (keep in mind we don’t see anything there) and whatever it was jumped up and ran through the bush crashing as through as it goes making lots of noise.
Now I’ve been there since and measured out roughly how big it was (using a tree and other environmental factors as a gage) and whatever it was, was taller than my dad (who is 6’2). We have no idea what is was, we still don’t know. I know it wasn’t a bear cause bears can’t get that small or that big and run as fast as it did, plus bears don’t growl the way it growled. It’s fur was a light to medium brown. I’ve had other times where I have walked that road and I feel watched (not in a good way) and were I feel like I’m being followed by something in the bush. I can’t have my windows open at night now cause I feel like something is trying to look in. I’ve had neighbors say that at night something come up to the cottage but bolts through the bush the second it realizes it’s been spotted.”