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Halloween is here, and it's the perfect time of year to reflect on the strange, the unexplained, and the experiences that remind us there may be more to this world than we understand. I want to take a moment to thank all of our members and listeners who have taken the time to come forward and share their personal experiences with us. Whether it's an encounter with Sasquatch, something unexplained in the woods, a strange figure seen in the darkness, a ghostly encounter, or an experience that simply defies explanation, these stories are what make this community so special. I know that sharing some of these experiences isn't easy. Many people have kept these stories to themselves for years, sometimes decades. Some have never told another soul. Others have worried about being laughed at, judged, or simply not believed. Yet, despite those concerns, you've found the courage to step forward and share what happened to you.

David writes "Wes, For a little while, I worked part-time at a cancer center for a commercial cleaning company to pay off a credit card. I cleaned the majority of the facility, while my partner cleaned the remainder. As a result, I worked the last hour or so alone. One evening, I had to take some trash outside while my coworker was vacuuming the front lobby. As I was walking back toward the building, I saw someone sitting on a couch in the front lobby. The person appeared to be elderly. My coworker was on the other side of the room and wouldn't have been able to see them. I went inside and told him there was still a patient in the building. I walked over to the couch and turned around, but there was no one there. He asked me if I could still see someone. I told him, "Not anymore. Let me walk outside and see if I can still see them." I went back outside, but whoever I had seen was gone. I have one more encounter to share, and this one was a bit unsettling.   I was about to leave the building with the last of the trash and set the alarm for the night. I was alone. I had the feeling that I was being watched from the long hallway to my left. At the end of the hallway was another waiting area that remained lit all night. Between the door where I was standing and the waiting room, the hallway was dark. The lights were divided into separate sections that turned on when motion was detected. I saw a figure about 50 feet away, standing off to one side in the dark hallway. There were rooms and alcoves on both sides. The figure was facing me, but I couldn't make out any details because it was backlit. I knew this wasn't a person because their movement would have triggered the motion-activated lights, and I knew I was alone in the building. I asked it what it wanted. I also told it that if it was trying to scare me, it was wasting its time. The figure was wearing high heels. I could see them, and I could hear them, too. It stepped off to the right and into one of the alcoves in a single, fluid motion. The right leg moved over first, followed by the left. Then the figure was completely out of sight. Again, the motion-activated lights never came on. I set the alarm and left. I'd experienced some strange feelings in that place before, but those were the only two things I actually saw. Thanks, Wes. I love the show and appreciate the help you give all of us."   John "It was toward the end of August, sometime between 6:30 and 7:00 p.m., with the late-day sun just beginning to set. I was heading east on Highway 74 toward Kingston. There were woods on the driver's side and Prayer Lake on the right. I was driving a Ram ProMaster van, leaning forward with both hands on the steering wheel, when I glanced to my left and noticed a clear-cut area running up the side of a hill. In the middle of that clearing was something I couldn't explain. Keep in mind, I was traveling between 50 and 60 mph, so I only had a brief moment to take it in. What stood out first was the shape of its shoulders. They formed a rounded triangle, and its shoulders looked about the size of a basketball. The setting sun was shining through the trees and hitting its hair, giving it a shiny sheen. Its hair appeared straight, smooth, and well-kept. The next thing I noticed was the size of its right bicep. It looked as big as a Butterball turkey! By then, I had to turn my attention back to the road, and I was already around the corner. It took me about a mile to process what I had just seen. I finally turned to my stepson and asked, "Did I just see a Bigfoot?" I can't say for certain that I saw a Bigfoot, but I know I saw something that I had only ever heard about before. I'm posting a couple of pictures of the location. I also used AI to add a Bigfoot figure to one of the pictures to give you an idea of what it looked like. The location and the picture of the hill are real; the Bigfoot image is only for reference. Thank you for your time!"

Mike writes "It was the middle of summer, and I was out riding my bicycle. My parents had gotten distracted and busy with other things. I think my mom was asleep, and nobody was really paying much attention to me. It was around 10:00 or 10:30 at night, and I was still outside riding my bike. Our house sat right on a corner intersection, and about 150 feet behind it was my granddaddy's workshop. He was a carpenter and a farmer, and he had built this long, rectangular, shoebox-shaped workshop that was probably about 75 feet long. On one side of the workshop, he had added a lean-to shelter where he kept his tractor, hay bales, and other things. On the far back side, he had built a horse pen. The pen extended about 10 feet underneath the lean-to, giving the horse a place to get out of the rain. There was a stall door that we kept secured with a chain and lock. I was riding my bicycle around the shop when something happened. I'm not going to sit here and tell you I saw a 10-foot-tall, ape-like creature come charging out of the woods at me. But whatever it was, it had to be at least nine feet tall. It was way over my head, even while I was sitting on my bicycle. It was around 10:30 at night. There was no moon, and the only light came from a 40-watt bulb on the back porch of our house. Whatever it was, it was big. It appeared black because it blocked out what little ambient light there was. It came out of the woods behind the workshop. The woods had actually grown right up to the side of the building. It came after me, and I pedaled that bicycle harder than I have ever pedaled anything in my life. I was headed straight for the light on the back porch. Whatever it was scared me so badly that I dropped my bike, got my shoelaces tangled up, and ended up dragging the bicycle up the back steps. I scraped my shins up pretty badly in the process, and I was beating on the back door trying to get inside. Whatever it was, it stopped. We had a little storage building, maybe 10 by 12 feet, just off the back porch. It stopped right at the edge of that building, where the light from the porch ended. My granddaddy, who raised me and whom we lived with, came out the back door carrying a shotgun. Whatever it was had stopped there, just beyond the light. That was my very first experience. For as far back as I can remember, my great-grandparents lived farther up River Road, toward Uwharrie, and I spent a lot of time with them. They always talked about the booger. They would let me play in the yard right in front of the house, just off the porch, but they wouldn't let me go around to any place where they couldn't see me. My great-grandma was always telling me, "You don't play in those woods. You don't go near the woods. The booger will get you. The booger will get you." I didn't realize until a few years ago that the creature was something people referred to by that name. I think a lot of people in Virginia call it a "wood booger." They had always warned me, "You can't go in the woods. You can't play in the woods without us." They wanted to be with me, and we spent a lot of time walking the trails around their house. But we only did that during the daytime."

The SquatchDocs are Dr. Curtis Miller and Dr. David Fuller, two longtime friends who are both physicians and are coming on to share their Sasquatch encounters and wilderness investigations. Their investigations and stories have featured several locations and alleged encounters: - Siskiyou wilderness in California: Reports of unusual structures, large footprints, strange vocalizations, and objects being thrown near their campsite. - Gypsy Meadows, Washington: Expeditions involving reported tracks, tree structures, nighttime sounds, and possible activity around their camp. - Salmo-Priest wilderness in northeastern Washington: An area associated with their reports of unusual encounters and unexplained activity.

Tonight, I'll be speaking with Jared, a guest from California whose first encounter with one of these creatures happened more than 30 years ago. Although the experience stayed with him for decades, he never expected it to become the beginning of something much bigger. After serving in the military, Jared leased a remote cabin in the middle of nowhere. What started as a quiet place to live quickly turned into something very different, as he began having repeated interactions with these creatures. Tonight, he shares what happened during the four years he lived there and the experiences that ultimately convinced him he wasn't alone. After the Paradise Fire destroyed his cabin, Jared became a truck driver. Then, in 2021, everything changed again when he struck and killed what he believes was a Sasquatch. Jared describes what he saw, the damage the impact caused to his truck, and what happened in the aftermath.

GrayBear who lives in Trout Lake, Washington writes "I've attached a thermal video that I believe shows a female Sasquatch. If you watch the beginning of the video on a large screen, you may notice a smaller thermal signature appear on the left side of the tree. You can see what appears to be glowing eyes before the figure backs behind the tree. A moment later, the larger thermal signature emerges from the right side. A very large Sasquatch then bends down, and it appears that she may be picking something up. I refer to the larger figure as a female because of the apparent juvenile nearby. Pay close attention to the size and proportions of the figure especially the large arms, hands, thighs, and torso. I was also able to enlarge a still frame from the video, and I believe I may have captured what looks like a face. I've attached that still image as well. This occurred on Friday, May 1st. We returned to the area Saturday morning to review the site and found what appeared to be 15.6-inch footprints around the same tree where the Sasquatch was filmed. We went back again that night and experienced some additional high strangeness, including an X-shaped glyph that still has me completely baffled. Needless to say, it was quite a field-research weekend. Take a close look at the still image and let me know if you see what I'm seeing. Follow the arm upward toward the shoulder and neck area. From there, you may be able to make out what appears to be a face. To me, it looks like the nose is glowing, followed by what appear to be the eyes and an ear. I'd really like to hear what you think. We're getting ready to head back out into the Gifford for another couple of days of field research, this time with thermal drones and audio equipment. We've had some unusual audio activity in the area previously, so we're going back to see what happens during our night walks. Another field-research adventure is about to begin."

This Reimagined Trailer features one of my favorite guests, David from Louisiana. He wrote "In 1981 I was in North Louisiana and I came across this creature. He came from around a tree that was about 6 feet from me and we stared at each other. I wasn't sure what it was but I could tell by his facial expressions he was mad and working himself up to attack me. I shot it and I know it was a lung shot. I could describe every detail about him. This has weighed on me for the last 40 years, I have only told one person about it. It bothers me that I shot but from the way it was acting I thought it was him or me."

I have been working on a project called Sasquatch Chronicles Reimagined. I want to test it out on your podcast player. Let me know if the video loads and any feedback you have. I am curious to see if this works. Below is the same episode uploaded to your podcast player.

Derek will be returning for part two of the The Triangle Series. Derek Condit, an author, researcher, psychic intuitive, inventor, U.S. Army veteran, and former Washington State correctional officer. Based in the Pacific Northwest, Derek explores the fascinating intersection of documented history, eyewitness testimony, unexplained phenomena, folklore, and personal experience. His work examines the stories and events that challenge our understanding of the world around us. Derek is the creator of The Triangle Series, a collection of books investigating regions associated with unusual activity including UFO encounters, Bigfoot and cryptid sightings, paranormal experiences, unexplained lights, historic mysteries, and other events that defy easy explanation. Check Out The Triangle Series   His approach is open minded and story-driven. Rather than dismissing experiences simply because they fall outside conventional understanding, Derek allows witnesses to share their stories and examines the possibilities surrounding what they encountered. His interest in the unexplained is also deeply personal. Derek has experienced unexplained phenomena firsthand, including a Bigfoot encounter in Washington State. As Derek explains: "My connection to these subjects is also deeply personal. Both my 87-year-old father, a former NSA agent, and I have had our own Bigfoot encounters. Mine occurred in Washington State, while his took place in Northern California." Derek's 16 years as a Washington State correctional officer also provided him with numerous unusual experiences. Some occurred inside the Washington State Reformatory, while others took place during night-shift assignments outside the prison. These firsthand encounters, combined with years of research, have shaped Derek's unique perspective on the unexplained.   Cosmic Shungite: https://www.CosmicShungite.com Bigfoot's Gems: https://www.BigfootsGems.com

Tonight I will be speaking to Derek Condit, an author, researcher, psychic intuitive, inventor, U.S. Army veteran, and former Washington State correctional officer. Based in the Pacific Northwest, Derek explores the fascinating intersection of documented history, eyewitness testimony, unexplained phenomena, folklore, and personal experience. His work examines the stories and events that challenge our understanding of the world around us. Derek is the creator of The Triangle Series, a collection of books investigating regions associated with unusual activity including UFO encounters, Bigfoot and cryptid sightings, paranormal experiences, unexplained lights, historic mysteries, and other events that defy easy explanation. His approach is open minded and story-driven. Rather than dismissing experiences simply because they fall outside conventional understanding, Derek allows witnesses to share their stories and examines the possibilities surrounding what they encountered. His interest in the unexplained is also deeply personal. Derek has experienced unexplained phenomena firsthand, including a Bigfoot encounter in Washington State. As Derek explains: "My connection to these subjects is also deeply personal. Both my 87-year-old father, a former NSA agent, and I have had our own Bigfoot encounters. Mine occurred in Washington State, while his took place in Northern California." Derek's 16 years as a Washington State correctional officer also provided him with numerous unusual experiences. Some occurred inside the Washington State Reformatory, while others took place during night-shift assignments outside the prison. These firsthand encounters, combined with years of research, have shaped Derek's unique perspective on the unexplained.   Cosmic Shungite: https://www.CosmicShungite.com Bigfoot's Gems: https://www.BigfootsGems.com

Sara joins the show to give us an update on what is going on the Browns property including encountering a small creature on her roof. She wasn't the only one to see it, her neighbor reported seeing the same creature on her roof. Sara Brown grew up in the suburbs of Olympia and had never given Sasquatch a second thought until she moved to the Chehalis Indian Reservation in 2012. What began as her husband Jonathan's family stories about footprints outside his great-grandfather's smokehouse became more than a decade of firsthand documentation audio recordings of speech, whistles, and vocalizations; a two-minute thermal video; a 16.5-inch track cast now held by Cliff Barackman at the North American Bigfoot Center; and a daylight photograph she didn't discover until nearly a year after taking it. Check out Sara's YouTube channel: Salish Sasquatch

David Andrec writes "I'm one of the cofounders of a Sasquatch research group in Ontario. Canada called Seeking Ontario's Bigfoot. My primary contribution to the organization is recording audio I have some clips. I've captured over the last eight or so years that perhaps you and your audience may find interesting. I've always been fascinated by this aspect of research. If you'd like to know more about our organization or would potentially be interested to have me as a guest get back to me whenever Here's the link to our website www.seekingontariosbigfoot.com

Nathaniel writes "I've been listening to your podcast for about five years now, and over that time I've had multiple encounters that I've never really known what to make of. Recently I listened to Episode 769 with the wildlife biologist, and the way he described some of his experiences was almost exactly what I've seen. I'm also currently in school to become a wildlife biologist myself, so hearing that episode finally convinced me to reach out and share a couple of my experiences. I have several others, but there are two that stand out above the rest. If you're interested, I'd be happy to share the others another time. I've spent my entire life hunting and fishing, and I'm currently going into my junior year of college here in Kentucky. During deer season I'm usually in the woods four or five days a week after classes, hunting a large Wildlife Management Area (WMA) surrounding a nearby lake. I'm primarily a bowhunter, and at the time I never carried a firearm because, realistically, this is Kentucky we don't have many large predators that would make me feel like I needed one. My first encounter happened in late November of 2024, around the end of Kentucky's gun season. I got to the woods around 2:00 p.m., and it took me roughly an hour to hike into my spot. It was about a mile back through some extremely thick, nasty terrain, which is exactly why I hunt there it keeps me away from other hunters. After pushing through about 12 acres of dense cedar thicket, I reached the entrance to a deep holler. I climbed about 20 feet up into my climber stand and had only been sitting for around 10 minutes when I realized everything had gone completely silent. There were no birds, no squirrels, no movement nothing. The woods just seemed dead. A few moments later I heard two distinct wood knocks off to my front left. I thought it was strange, but I brushed it off. Then, two or three minutes later, I noticed what looked like a bipedal figure walking through the woods roughly 100 yards away. My first thought was that it was another hunter or maybe a hiker, since I was on public land. I looked away for just a second to scan the rest of the woods, and when I looked back, the figure was gone. In its place was what I can only describe as an enormous, jet-black wolf or something that looked like one. I've seen plenty of coyotes over the years, and through school and visits to zoos I've seen wolves as well. This wasn't either of those. It was significantly larger than any coyote I've ever seen, and something about its proportions just looked wrong. The shape of its head, the size of it, and the way it carried itself immediately stood out to me. It was only about 50 yards away, so I could see it clearly. The eyes were unusually large and locked directly onto me the entire time. It never looked away. It was crouched low, almost like a canine stalking prey, and it slowly moved from my left to my right, heading toward the cedar thicket. The entire time it stayed on all fours. Then it walked into the cedars…and simply disappeared. I don't mean it ran off or I lost sight of it because of distance. It was just gone. At that point I decided I was done for the day. I called my parents to let them know I was heading out, climbed down as quickly as I could, and started making my way back toward the truck. As I climbed about halfway up the ridge, I stopped for a moment to look around and get a better view of my surroundings. That's when I heard something I'll never forget. The best way I can describe it is a cross between a woman's scream and a howl, but much deeper than either. It was unlike anything I've ever heard before, and I've spent my entire life outdoors. The sound immediately put me into full panic mode. I took off running and didn't stop until I got back to my truck. A hike that had taken me about an hour going in took me roughly 30 minutes coming out. I didn't return to the woods for the rest of that deer season. I've had several other experiences since then, with one in particular being much more significant. It involved being followed while leaving the woods and seeing what many people describe as "orbs" in that same area. I know this is a lot to read, and I realize it sounds unbelievable. These aren't exactly Sasquatch encounters, but after hearing Episode 769 I felt like I should finally reach out. If you're interested, I'd be glad to tell you about the rest of what I've experienced."

Bermuda Triangle Survivor presents Pilot Bruce Gernon's astonishing experiences flying through the Bermuda Triangle and the groundbreaking theories he has created based on these encounters. He is the only living person to fly through the storm that creates one of the World's greatest mysteries. He has seen its birth and entered the heart at its maturity and escaped while experiencing a space/time warp, then witnessing its dissipation. Over the past four decades thousands of students have contacted him for help with research projects they were doing about the Bermuda Triangle. He has written this book for them and for anyone interested in meteorology and physics. You will learn new meteorological terms like Thunderstorm vortex tunnel, Timestorm and the Circular Vortex tunnel that he flew through in 1970. The most important thing he has discovered has a name that he coined in 1978, it called "ELECTRONIC FOG" and there has been thousands of planes, boats and people that have experienced it. Some seem to have disappeared while they were in the FOG. Could it have the power of an Event Horizon like a Black Hole? It took Bruce Thirty (30) years to discover the theory of how this fog works. He says if you think about a question for a very long time, eventually you will come up with the answer this is what he did. There are many theories of what caused the mystery, and the discovery of Rouge Waves has come to fruition, but that only applies to boats. The mystery still remains and after fifty (50) years "Electronic Fog" has become the case in point. There have been many animations on TV documentaries showing Bruce's flight experience, but none have ever shown it correctly. He has created a new video with animations that are three dimensional and shown never seen before details of what it looked like when he experienced the space/time warp and Electronic Fog. He has hopes that this will help students, researchers and scientists to open their minds and solve the mystery. Bermuda Triangle Survivor: Pilot Tells What He Experienced in The Heart of the Phenomenon   Subscribe to Bruce Gernon's YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@Beyondbermudatriangle

I had an issue with several interviews last week where the audio is terrible and I am not sure why. While I work on it, I am loading one of my favorite episodes 729. A listener writes "My brother in-law and I have hunted all over Oklahoma. Grady County, in Central Oklahoma, Near Clayton in the South East, but in this one piece of property in Nowata, smack in the middle between the Verdigris River and Ooligha Lake, we had a very Terrifying encounter, …….with something. I'm 53 years old and hunted, with my dad, in Nowata, before I was old enough to drive. Not many people know how wooded this area is. My father and I hunted only 8 miles away from this property, I'm going to tell you about, and there are caves in the area. My dad and I use to hunt from the mouth of one on rainy days. I think, I could hide from populated areas, easily myself, so I'm pretty sure an elusive animal could too. It all started on our father in-law's land. It was about 40 acres, but we had permission to hunt another 40 on the back side of it. I always felt uneasy on this property. Like I was being watched, but I just rationalized it away. I would hear someone else walking the property, in the dark, keeping pace with me, as I walked to my hunting spot. I would swallow my fear and tell myself it's just another armadillo or racoon, and keep going. Once I borrow a knife from my dad, just in case I got a deer. The last thing he said to me was, " I don't care if you leave everything ease, just bring my knife back" . This knife was hand made, razor sharp, and entirely metal. I knew he meant it, so I was not going to leave it. That hunt I struck out, but my brother in-law, got a small buck. I was in my early 30s then, but he was in his 20s and had never gutted a deer before, so I was going to gut it for him. I slit open the abdomen and began pulling out the insides, in a bloody mess. He laughed at how bloody I was getting, calling me doctor Dave. I was trying to show him but he just laughed and teased me all the more. Frustrated I cleaned the knife on my camo and stuck it in the dirt. It was later in the day, so we gathered our haul and started back to camp. We walked, maybe 1/8th of a mile when, you guessed it. I forgot that knife. We were already sweating despite the cold, so my brother in-law wasn't happy about turning around. After less than 10 minutes, we got back to the spot, I picked up the knife, and wiped the dirt off on my pants. I looked up and said, let's go, but my friend didn't move. He turned and said slowly, " you don't see anything wrong here." The entire gut pile was gone. Even the blood. There was just one leaf with one drop of blood. No drag marks, no sign anything had been there, except for one large area of disturbed grass where the carcass had been, one small spot of crushed grass and of course my knife. Now I think there was a track there, but I didn't see it as that. This was Oklahoma and Bigfoot was not in my vocabulary. We walked back to camp in silence with guns loaded. What ever took that 30 pounds of slimy deer guts, had to be watching us while we opened the deer, was big enough to carry it off, and was probably still close. We had other things happen over the years, but one night stands frozen in my memory. In a later season, we were late getting to the property. We left too late to get there in the daylight. I was perturbed to have to set up the tent in the dark. It was darker than dark that night. It was nearly 2200, when we got it up. I was ready to start a fire, my brother in-law, and friend, Zack, said OK, let's go set up my tree stand. I replied, are you kidding, it's dark, I'm tired, and we haven't been here for an entire year. It was no use objecting, he was going on his own if I didn't go with him, so away we went. Trampling through the woods. The flash lights we had weren't great either. As we navigated off the ridge down into the bottom, of the hollow, I remember hearing something behind and to the right keeping pace with us in the woods. Fear hit me like it had never before. I tried to push it down, telling myself, it was nothing, but I struggled to stay upright on the dimly lit trail, carrying my pack. Finally, he found the tree he remembered from last year. I pulled screw in foot pegs out, and successfully got the stand in place 12 or 15 foot up. It took a long time and it was unusually warm. I set it up, so Zack wanted to make sure he liked it, so climbed up as I shined my, dim, flashlight on the pegs. While, he was climbing into the tree, that uneasy, fear, hit me again. I was hearing something moving behind me, and was having a hard time keeping that light shining on the tree. I would swing the light around and immediately heard my brother in-law yell, hey, give me some light, and WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I can't see. He finally get up there and bounces on the platform. Shining a flip phone around saying, "yeah, this'll work." I didn't care, I had my back to the tree, trying to see what was spooking me so bad. I was normally like that. I use to walk by moonlight to my hunting spot, but I could hear something moving around us in the dark. We were loud and it didn't seem to care. Finally, FINALLY, he got down and we made our way to camp. I started a fire and was feeling pretty comfortable on my sleeping bag. The fire comforted me as I cooled off, when Zack said, we gotta go back. I left my phone in the tree. I said , " it'll be there in the morning!!!!" He said, I'm going back. But I had enough. I was not leaving the fire. I told him your going on your own if you do. He took his rifle, and a flashlight and disappeared into the dark. I was just dosing off, when BOOM, and another BOOM. HE WAS SHOOTING. I bounced up pulling on my pants. As I fumbled with my boots Zack came running full sprint and stopped standing over me. I was mad at him. I didn't give him a chance to explain saying, you can't shoot at night! It's not legal to shoot a deer after dark, and everything is scared away now for half a mile. I feel bad now, he was pale, and just kept saying, " I saw something. I heard something." IT WAS NEARLY 10 YEARS LATER HE TOLD ME WHAT Happened. He said, something on 2 legs followed me in the woods. I paced me just out of sight. I yelled, thinking it was you messing with me. DAVID, cut it out. When he got to the tree. He yelled again, DAVID CUT IT OUT. then something mocked him out of the darkness. DAAVVIDD. He said something inside him told him to get up that tree. He shimmied up the tree like a squirrel. He cocked his gun and said DAVID, if that's you, you better cut it out. I'm going to shoot. Then he sees a huge black shape, and it mocked his frightened words, saying, DAAVIDD, HEA HEA HEA. Almost laughing. He thought it was a demon. So he shot, it ran, and he shot again. Seei g his chance, he scurried down and ran back to camp. There was no way we were going to sleep so I roasted hotdogs on the fire. And we had visitors. I heard coyotes yelp earlier, so I rationalized that's what it was. We where being harassed and circled by something on all fours. There was no eye shine, and they took care to not be caught in a flashlight. For nearly 2 hours they ran back and forth around us. The truck was close, but the gate was locked, and neither of us where going to fiddle with a lock, in the dark. We had guns but they were bolt action with a scope. These things were fast. We yelled but unless they came into the light, forget it. We threw out a weiner with antifreeze, in desporation. I heard something get up, run on 2 legs now and race to the weiner. In shock, we listened as this thing, started coughing and hacking. I thought to myself, that sound like a person. Then Zack said, what I thought. That sounds like a man. That sounds like a man. I said it can't be. Running in the woods with no light. He said, we just killed someone. I said, as the coughing continued, anyone who runs around hunter, at night, and picks up a hot dog, off the forest floor deserves to die. He laughed. Then I laughed. We bother laughed nervously, as this thing walked away coughing. We could hear it 100 yards away coughing. It was morning before we fell asleep. We didn't hunt that day. The treestand was ripped off the tree, broken at the welds. Chain still attached"