Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Moldy Dead Dog Bigfoot

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Richard & family refer to the Bigfoot 
they have all witnessed at different times as Charlie

PA Bigfoot Over 6 Feet Tall Rocking Back & Forth
With Frustrated Look on Face

Moldy Dead Dog Bigfoot

Richard writes RMSO
I was hunting Archery in a Tree stand across from me was tree swing back and forth . No wind . I looked with my binoculars the tree was about a 50 footer swaying . the next day I talk a walk over to the area ,Large vines hanging from the tree , like it was perfect for kids to play on .The land is posted for more then 70 years , I think it was 2 weeks later I was looking in that area for a place to put a tree stand because the deer had a trail . That's when I found it . Thanks so so much for looking .Their are no kids in this area , I know CHARLIE MADE THIS .

This is all new for me . I Told my best friend and he just shakes it off, My wife has smelled him few times ---. Now He smelled like a MOLDY DOG DEAD ONE at first that night of the sighting LOL .But when I hit him with a mag flash light at 15 yards -USED A NIKON RANGE FINDER , He did not smell. So ???I guess they can make this smell with urine ? , LOVE YOUR VIDEOS . TNKS FOR YOUR TIME . No one to talk to but my son, who had his bigfoot walk in O Charlie shut his eyes and froze when my light hit him. Then took a human like side step to his right behind a tree . I could not sleep for 3 weeks . Dogs it took them 3-4 weeks to go out in the yard at night again .

LOCATION EVANS CITY Pa . My sons girl friend was using the back roads to drop the kids off she spotted some thing black standing on 2 feet , She stopped the car to look and notice it was huge and taller then me .I AM 6 4 . She said it was acting lost moving back and forth looking frustrated . THEN IT TURNED ITS HEAD AND LOOKED AT HER. She said it had a human like face . She got scared and did not want this thing to come get her. ---that was what she said- She thought about turning around to look again but she got spooked , ---I THINK SHE GOT THE AFTER SHOCK AFTER YOU SEE ONE YOUR BRAIN CAN NOT ADJUST TO WHAT JUST HAPPENED. She does not believe in that kind of stuff but she said , I THOUGHT IT WAS A BEAR STANDING BUT IT WAS WALKING AND ACTED HUMAN THEN IT TURNED TO LOOK AT ME AND IT FACE LOOKED HUMAN LIKE. I told her welcome to the club , LOL This happened last week and TURKEY SEASON OPENED THIS WEEK, She says it was a bear or a bigfoot but it had a human face , WOW . PEACE OUT.

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Saturday, April 23, 2016

Bigfoot Running on Bald Mountain

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Campers Spot Sasquatch Watching Them
Before it Runs for Cover

Giebler M writes RMSO
 We were camping up in the Uintas in August 2014 .I\'m sure of the exact day, it was a weekend just before school was to start up again .My Husband and our five Grandkids. We were camping right next to bald mountain about 250 yards. Their were a few other camp sites occupied also.
 We went up on a Thursday. We decided to just sit around and relax a bit. It was about 2:00 pm .We had grabbed a sandwich on the way up so we were all going to go for a hike. My husband said everyone do a bathroom break. So he went into the shower/ toilet tent we had set up. And me and the kids were just sitting in some chairs by a firepit .

 Then my thirteen year old granddaughter said look at that running on the hill. I looked up and I saw what I thought was a large man in a black jogging suit with a hoodie sort of jogging down a incline.
 I called to my husband that something must have happened, a man was running down this steep trail,And maybe someone was hurt.
 Well it started to rain ,and we didn\'t have the tent set up yet.So me and the kids went inside our utility trailer .We were watching this what I thought was a person,He was still going down this ridge.My husband was still unavailable, and getting annoyed at me for telling him to come look. 
 Then the grandkids were all fighting to look out the door and to spot whatever was going on.It was at that moment I realized what we were watching, when my granddaughter started getting scared and said he\'s watching us. So I turned back to the hill and I saw this figure watching us.It just stood there looking back at us. And then after a few minutes it looked like it had just sat down. I was watching it and trying to get the kids to settle down ,it had stopped raining and I  decided to try and spot it with a telescope we had taken out and covered to look at the stars later that night. 

 That wasn\'tgoing to work,everything was a blur. And of course we didn\'t pack any burnoculars.Anyway me and the girls were a little uneasy so we slept in the utility trailer on air mattresses.My husband slept on hameck and the there boys slept in their tent .

 I still was very unsure of what we saw, but I didn't sleep well that night. The next day we got up and we were the only campsite there. Which we thought was strange because it was only Friday. Anyway we weren't sure if we had to pay for the campsite, and when we drove up there weren't any envelopes to drop the money in. So my husband and one of the boys went down the road about twelve to pay. As they came back up the road they saw hundreds of people on the mountain ridge with cameras.

 When I saw some hikers on the same ridge, I knew it wasn't a regular person we had been watching the day before. He was twice as tall and even his thighs were enormous compared to these other hikers. So we decided it was time to go find another campsite elsewhere down the mountain. And so we did.

 Funny thing was we set camp and slept and when we woke up all the five or more of the campsites had got up early and left. We were the only ones there. We didn't talk about it because we didn't want to scar the kid\'s, but I  was a little freeked out about the whole ordeal.  So we stayed one more night and came home. We didn't go camping at all the next year. We went last year to the other side of bald mountain. It was a lot quieter. I only know I will not go camping or hiking with out my binoculars again.

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Monday, April 18, 2016

Ohio Bigfoot Vocalizations Submitted by Bigfoot Sighting Witness

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Amazing Bigfoot Vocalization Recorded in 
Ohio by a Sasquatch Witness

Ohio Bigfoot Vocalizations Submitted by 
Bigfoot Sighting Witness
Witnesses back story to the audio along with other Bigfoot experiences in the same area.

Love your show! Here is a real long read. I am very serious about getting out to the forest more, so if you ever need anyone to squatch with, let me know. I honestly don't expect you to read this, but it's there if you want to. In short it is about my first two encounters, two nights in a row. After that I have a list of other possible but not definitive encounters. I also attached an audio I recorded in 2013. The original file and the cleaned up version. Think Thunker cleaned it up.


My current address
Wolfgang Xxxxx

My old address


August 1991 Stark County, XXXX XXXXX OH near to US Route 30

It's hard to say where these stories come from. When I was younger I had always read about them with a grain of salt. I mean you never really take anything serious that you read about unknown phenomena, if you haven't experienced it. I think this just added to the surreal experience, in which I am about to finally indulge after all these years, whether anyone ever reads this or not.

I was not a Bigfoot enthusiast by nature. As any other person who has shared an experience likewise can tell you, that all changes the moment you are faced with one.

It was late August 1991 in a small town called XXXX XXXX in Northeast Ohio. I don't have an exact date. That never seemed very important to me at the time.  I know it was during that month. I grew up in East Canton, and knew the surrounding forests quite well, from plenty of hiking time with my dad and friends.

It was not a good day. I had an outrageous argument with my girlfriend and simply had to take off for awhile. I decided to take to the woods for the night. I sometimes liked to hike and camp by myself, but it wasn't my style at that time. I had just gotten a used Ford Tempo which instantly changed my life. My days of woodland hiking/camping was over, for now anyway. At that time, I would have preferred to hit the mall or something meaningless like that. Thank God, I didn't. I packed up a small supply of gear to go camping for a night all by my lonesome.

I knew exactly where I was going, the spot was perfect. I had camped there before, countless times. About two miles from my parent's house was an endless setting of woods. In these woods was a series of old abandoned coal mines. Above these caves was a gorgeous surrounding of pine trees. I am not sure how they was able to root above these caves, but they made for an absolutely gorgeous setting.

Naturally, nothing makes a better bed than pine needles. All I really brought was a blanket to lay on, which was my first mistake. A machete for chopping fire wood and the standard nighttime armor, my trusty flashlight. I always like to travel light and sometimes, later regret it. You start to wish you would have brought a heavier blanket or sleeping bag when it gets cold.

My friends, Randy & Tony came with me to help set up camp. Which there wasn't much to it,  I think they just wanted to hang out. So began the greatest quest of man, starting of the mystical fire. We made a huge clearing of the pine needles so there was no chance of a spark to set it off, and laid rocks around it. We was always really careful about this because we knew the owner of the land and he permitted us to hike or camp there anytime we felt like it.

The sun was setting fast. Randy and Tony had to leave because they had to work early in the morning. I was glad. Not that I didn't enjoy company, but I needed to be alone to ponder the things that man does wonder.

The fire was going real well. Since it was August, the nights would get very cold. So, fire good. Cold bad. At this point I was finding peace. It was a stressful day and well needed silence therapy. The wilderness can be intoxicating if you set your attention towards it, and a great way of getting away from everyday problems. Well not this night anyway.

At the time I had pop bottle glasses. I mean these suckers were thick. But I had perfect vision through them. Since then I have had lasik (laser correction) surgery and you will read on my purpose for that very soon. So I took my pop bottle glasses, and very carefully laid them very close to my blanket. If you've ever owned glasses and cannot see very well, you will understand, this is an insecurity.

A few twigs snapped around me. I'm not going to kid you, when you hear that kind of stuff when you are alone in the deep dark woods, it scares you for a minute. Ultimately, nothing I have not heard before. I then realized it was something small, a little rabbit or squirrel.

I was quite comfortable. I fell to sleep very fast. The doors of the unknown were about to be opened.

At 3AM I wake with a very startled, uneasy feeling. I know I didn't have a nightmare, but I had a much more intense feeling that I was rudely awaken. Nothing seemed outwardly different with the camp, however, the weird sense was there. I'd felt this peculiar sense before. I am not exaggerating, and I hope that other people that have had the same kind of  experience can relate to this sense. It was the feeling of being watched, on an extreme level. Not your round about chill or alertness, I am talking an intense sensation. That tingly sensation that tells you that you are not alone and danger maybe near. This sensation, was like a physical tingling behind my ears. It was like hypersensitivity. I guess like a Spidey-sense, if you will. I know I am not Spider Man, but if I was, this is probably what it would feel like when trouble was ahead.

As all of you with glasses would know,  I immediately rush to find them and jam them onto my face. Dead silence. There isn't a cricket chirping, a tree frog singing, or anything. Just cold, dead silence. I however pass it off as a bad dream. Mind you, at this point I still have not heard anything, or understand why I seem to have been rudely awaken.

I notice I am freezing. I am very cold and the fire is on its last red coals. I immediately lean over and start blowing on the coals to restart it. That's when it happened. I heard the most blood curdling scream (or shrill) I have ever heard, to this day. It sounded unnatural. This "scream" will never be able to be documented on paper by anyone, for anybody to understand it, unless they hear it themselves. It was simply terrifying, and unnerving. The kind of sound that shoots right up your spine and seems to peak through your every nerve. The octave levels of this scream was beyond my comprehension. If I didn't have ears, I still would have heard it.

Let me expand more on this heart stopping shrill. Your first animal instinct reaction is two choices. To curl up into a little ball and hope it goes away, which is what I was feeling at the moment. Or Flee as fast as you can. Those who ever read this, which will be very few, that have experienced this will know exactly what I am talking about. This scream I imagine will haunt us for the rest of our lives. A quick note on the bizarre side. I also had the instinct to yell back. Don't ask me why. It was one of those feelings I had that I cannot explain.  I did have to suppress myself to keep from yelling back. Maybe some kind of primordial defense mechanism? I'm going into weird territory here, but I felt a connection like that. Maybe someone else has felt the same, or else I am totally nuts? I am particularly interested in why I felt this. The fact is, it was a very surreal situation, and I didn't know how to react.

I remember my first thought, and that was "you've got to be "%^*#^&" kidding me." Because I have never heard anything like it in all my life. It sounded similar to the apes I would hear in old National Geographic documentaries, but much louder. This was Ohio though, not Africa. And it wasn't just once. This screaming continued in approximately 5-10 second intervals on both ends of my camp. On each end I heard rustling and shrills, as if they were screaming back and forth.

I was shocked once again when I seen something thumping across the land. Fear took over. A large two legged something, thumped its way about twenty to thirty feet away through my camp. I say thumped because if you remember, I was sleeping on top of a series of caves, which essentially was like a floor. So I felt every step this creature made.  It didn't swing its arms around like a gorilla, but had features similar, from what I could tell. However, I can 110% guarantee it was no man.

It was a moonlit night so I could see that is was very large and hairy. The top of its head reminded me of a gorilla's. It was mostly hair covered with some exceptions much like an orangutan. The hair color looked black, but could have had other colors with it. All dark hair looks black at night, and all hair has many colors that people don't immediately see without observation.

It was a side view, so I did not see the eyes.  I wish I could have. I cannot give you a valid height. I did not see the full height, because it was running on a ledge. So I couldn't see below its calves. All I could see is it was massive. I am giving you the best description I can give of what little time I had to observe the creature. He/she didn't pose for me. All I know if it was colossal and I was frightened. My only conclusion at this point was that the ridiculous myth of bigfoot was real. That, or I was losing my mind.

I was still hearing the yell from the rear of the camp as well. Which lead me to believe there was two or more. One thing I should mention is I did not smell the stench that so many encounters have mentioned. Perhaps because it was such a still windless night?

My only instinct from that noise was, get out. Whatever it was.  It was saying, "you are not welcome here," In its own language. I heeded the warning. I obviously picked the wrong place to sleep.

My Dad always taught me not to run from wild animals because they sense the fear.  I grabbed my flashlight, and left everything else sit, and fearfully walked out...very fast. When I was about twenty feet away from the camping area, the continuous screaming ended. The silence was comforting, to an extent. I no longer felt in the immediate danger that I thought I was in initially and I did not hear anything following. When I cleared the woods and hit the road, I ran. I ran the entire distance to my parent's home to what seemed like the hardest haul I ever pulled. My chest hurt from breathing so heavily.

I urgently beat on my Mom and Dad's locked door (I did not live there anymore). Mom rushed to the door. Naturally I had to catch my breath, but I eventually was able to recite what I just explained. Soon after, my Dad arrived home from work, and then I told him. This is coming from a nineteen year old kid mind you. They were good parents and listened. I am not so sure they believed me, but they agreed, something traumatic happened to me, to set me in such a disturbed mood. My dad had been Morel mushroom hunting for a few decades or more and had never seen anything like that before.

Time has passed. I guess it was time to write all this down. I wanted to write this mainly for myself. I want to remember it as clear as I can. Every detail I recited in this is exactly how I remember it. No exaggerations.

I would have through time, discarded this as a mere psychological episode. But I have not finished the story for you. The next day was equally thrilling. I knew that if I mentioned this to too many people it would be devastating. I had to tell someone what happened, and who better to tell than your trusting best friends, right?

My two closest friends, once again were Randy & Tony. I explained this to them, and got the truthful expressions from them that I expected. Randy believed me to an extent, I think. But Tony took me for an idiot I think.

Since I still was not on speaking terms with my girlfriend, the three of us decided to go camping in the same spot together. I wasn't about to take the day and go back by myself to retrieve my precious bear blanket. The word "alone" was not an option at this point and time.

Why go back at all you ask? Well, it's like this. When a man is alone he is alone. When he is with his buddies, he is a god. Besides, I knew that lightning never strikes more than once in the same place. I mean come on, the chances of this same thing happening again were absurd.  I was concerned but didn't feel like it would happen again.

That night, armed for battle, my friends and I headed for the woods once again. Much to my surprise, everything I left untouched. Nothing was out of the ordinary at all. No big fat footprints, no clumpy hair on tree branches, nothing. It was all still very dry from the summer. I've already begun to doubt my sanity. I am a skeptic, and generally believe nothing until I am presented with evidence.

That is why we all elected to bring a tape recorder this time. We bought brand new batteries for this really cheap Radio Shack piece of junk recorder and set it up by our camp.

Let me tell you a little bit about my friend Tony. Where I pack light, he is opposite. He was a Boy Scout (may have still been at the time, may still be now), and insisted on building his own personal living room right there in the woods. So where last night was blanket and machete, tonight was cot, tents, army gear, pellet guns, hot dogs and chips. Woohoo.

Randy was very much like me. We were gung ho and liked testing ourselves with having less. It's not like one night is much of a survival test.  I only explain this to you to maybe get a grip on our personalities a little. So you see we were not Bigfoot enthusiasts on the hunt for the big score. We were casually camping out, as we had done many times before.

In fact the previous night rarely entered my mind until God turned the lights out on us.  So here we are, looking straight up into the starry sky through the pines, with full bellies from complimentary snacks from Tony's workplace. Once again a very clear and starry night.

Slowly we each dosed off, me being last as usual. I finally got comfortable with my surroundings. I convinced myself that the danger of last night, that still seemed all too familiar, was over. It is back to innocent camping.

3AM on the nose I awoke like clockwork. You ask, how could this be? I asked the same at that very moment, when I looked at my watch. How could this be? I woke once again at the same exact moment from the night before. With that dreaded feeling of unease...again.

The fire seemed to be in the exact same condition, the coals slowly fading away. I was very cold again. The silence was unbearable. I looked over and seen Randy was awake too. His eyes the size of quarters. He had a strange look of fear on his blood drained face. I asked what was wrong. He just replied "I don't know." It was a repeat of last night's show, which I did not want to sit through. I knew something had happened yet again, to startle us in this manner.

I start blowing on the fire. The scream bursts out just like the night previous. Once again I am in a surreal situation. Over and over I ask myself, how can this be? The scream echoes our wilderness surroundings with great intensity right when I am blowing on the fire, at the exact same time as the night before. I'm sure Bigfoot doesn't have the same synchronized Swiss Army watch strapped to his  or her own wrist. So I am not sure why this happened on the nose again.

One point I would like to make, is on both nights, I was obviously rudely awaken by the scream, but couldn't remember it because I was coming out of sleep. That's the best I can conclude for waking up with that unease.

Randy hits the recorder.

We call for Tony. Nothing. We call once again. Finally Randy kicks his cot. Tony snaps angrily. "I'm awake, I'm awake!" We ask if he heard the shrill. He says he has been listening as well.

Needless to say I felt more comfortable with the situation this time. I knew I had survived the first night and chances of survival again are probably good. I'm not going to BS you though, I was still terrified. Maybe not to the extent that Tony and Randy were. We knew we had to go. The shrills were more prominent.

We urge Tony to get up but he replies in a cold dead fear "I can't move." I had really never seen anyone so scared. He really just could not moved. He was paralyzed from fear (to this day he won't admit). We helped to motivate him.

There was no sign of a large two legged mammal this time. None of us planned on sticking around to test that theory. Randy grabbed the recorder. Once Tony managed to secure his feet in his boots we started our long trek out of the woods. When we were about twenty feet away from the camp, the horrendous shrills stopped...again. The only thing I take from this was, they just didn't want us there, and once we were apparently leaving, they cut out the scare tactics. It worked.

When we got to the trail, I wondered what would have happened had I looked behind us. What would I have seen on that trail if I would have simply turned my head back into that direction? Would I have seen that massive creature staring us down, that I had seen the night before? I have nightmares to this day about this question.  I wish I would have looked back at that time, because it obviously wouldn't have been as horrifying as the unknown. I thought the dreams would stop once I moved out of state, but I still have them.

So now my friends believed me. It was a real rush because I really wasn't expecting it to happen twice in one life, much less two days. Tony and Randy both were walking very fast ahead of me and I tried to slow them down. I knew at this point the creatures were probably content with seeing us leave. Since we parked a car closer by this time, my exit was much quicker than the last night's.

The next morning we awoke earlier that we should have. I think we maybe topped 2 hours sleep.  The fact is, we were eager to go see the site.

Being late teens meant high expectations. The mission was, collect all the evidence we could find on site. Then turn in the cassette tape with our solid proof of Sasquatch calls and collect a million dollars from top paying anthropologists and newspapers all over the world. Of course this is ridiculous, but at that age, it seemed a possibility. In fact is seems people are quicker to believe in making money with get rich overnight schemes than the existence of bigfoot.

We enter the woods treating it like a crime scene. The patch of pines looks just as we left it from a distance. No 3 inch deep massive foot prints, because the ground was incredibly dry. No patches of Yak type hair hanging from the trees. And no not even a huge nest where a tribe of Sasquatch decided to have a sleep over.

As we got closer we did find some very interesting details. The cooler was hanging open. It had been rummaged through. The hot dogs were untouched (does that tell you anything)?, and the chips were scattered all over the ground. Not at all how we left it. Mind you there was no alcohol or drugs on our camp out, because none of us touched the stuff on excursions. We were too GI Joe for that. We were very conscience campers as far as neatness and tidiness goes. We ran a tight camp.

A nifty little piece of evidence was the bread bag. We had two brand new bags  of bread and buns. None of us had any bread the night before. Neither of us had any bread with our dogs. The twisty tie still remained intact. There were no claw marks or reminisce of saliva. The bags had been simply pulled apart as if a human did it. Not a crumb left.

We had plenty of footage to rummage through. But we knew it wouldn't be a good idea to play Sasquatch yells out in the middle of the woods, for fear we would call the tribe. Hey, we were nineteen and twenty years old!

So when we got back we started the player. To our immediate disliking was our apparent lack of knowledge with audio expertise, the sound was very distorted. In attempt to capture every single noise we cranked the volume as high as it would go when recording. All this did was gather the sound of the motors of the machine running most of all.

But there was sound! It was not a complete failure! Immediately the haunting shrills were apparent. I felt the hair raise on the back of my neck, reliving these moments in my mind. We heard ourselves leaving the campsite yapping like the scared kids we were. Our Sasquatch calls were captured. Now what to do?

Another surprise hit us about two weeks later. With several attempts to go on another camping excursion, all failed. I am not sure if it's because we were all deep down still recuperating from our last Bigfoot adventure, or if we just were too laid back into our boring small town lives once again.

My mom called me at work and mentioned about a Bigfoot researcher being in town and he was on the six o clock news. She taped it on our old clunker Beta machine and I watched it when I got home.

Enter Robert Morgan, Anthropologist. Bigfoot hunter. It's just what we needed. I immediately called the news channel and requested Robert Morgan's phone number.

Soon after I was in touch with Morgan. He asked if I meet him at his office in the city of Canton. Apparently, there had been many sightings of Sasquatch in this area at this very time which is why he was there. This amazed me, I had no idea. He pointed out to me that there were in fact lots of sightings here and in PA. From that point on I heard stories all over from that area and in Columbiana County.

Morgan reviewed the tape & then had Randy and I fill out reports for him. Tony did not come. He was still pretty shaken up to even talk about it. In fact we have not discussed it until just recently.

The next step was revisiting the site.  I had ultimately realized I had done all the right things to avoid a confrontation with a forest giant (Morgan’s nam for Bigfoot). He combed the site, and between that and our description of what happened,  speculated that we had been involved in a territorial dispute with two or more young males. Us being the dispute. Apparently they liked the pine needle bedding more than we did, and the local water hole. What he said made sense.

Fourteen years later, the mystery is still there. What would have happened if I would have had the courage to stay? I don't know or will I ever. I would be joking myself if I thought these days I would have stayed longer. When I close my eyes and imagine that night 11 years ago, the hair still stands on my back. The fear of the unknown always gets the best of me.

We had left Robert Morgan with our original sound recording. The next time I tried to call Morgan he had already left the state to do research elsewhere.  I know it wasn't the best recording, but it was our only evidence of this encounter, and clear enough to hear. I was so excited when I heard the Columbiana County recordings because the sounds were so like ours. I recently got back in contact with Robert, and it was nice to hear he did remember us and our recordings. Morgan was extraordinarily helpful then, and even more so now.

That day was a special day for me. It showed me scientists aren't the big dogs they make themselves out to be. If there was no mystery in life then it would be too predictable for everybody. It was a day that took a large chunk out of my ordinary life and threw me right into my own X-FILE. It was scary, exciting, mysterious, thrilling and suspenseful all rolled up into one.

The skeptic in me sometimes says, I just imagined all this. It all seemed so real, but couldn't have been. The rational side of me butts in and says, this really happened, no matter how unbelievable the situation was, and my friends were there to witness it. It was amazing, and I would invite it to happen anytime of day or night again. I love the mystery of it, and that there are so many opinions out there, but I know the real truth. It's not a mystery to me at all anymore. Keeping themselves hidden so well that it lights a little flare of rich thought in all of us. These woods people have stayed hidden for as long as they need to be. They have to be really good at it to avoid all the people fighting to get footage with tripwire cameras and such.

No closing comments here. Just a great experience into the unknown, that I can call my own. That's enough for me.
*************below are things I recently typed out trying to make sense of it*********

My experiences, even ones I can’t explain:

Early 80s
XXXXX, Stark County, OH
With Tony Smith, playing in the woods behind his house. We were both running about when we caught sight of a large black furry figure climbing down out of a tree. I thought it was a large ape. We simply ran back to his house. Was it bigoot? I have no idea. It looked like a gorilla in a tree. At this time I don’t think I ever even heard of bigfoot.

Mid 80s
XXXXXX, Stark County, OH
My friend Danny and I were riding the bus home from school. When we were riding up Westfall St, we both observed a strange black shape walking up a hill in a meadow to the right of the bus, at the distance of about a football field, or possibly less. We saw cows. Brown, white and black cows. I could differentiate a cow from a humanoid. Though, it walked strangely. It didn’t walk like a human but was walking on two legs. This was either a human dressed all in black, including a hood, or it was something else. The thing that puzzles me to this day, is this thing was much further away from the cows, and still appeared bigger than the cows. Everything in my eye shot seemed out of proportion.

Mid 80s
XXXXXXX, Stark County, OH
Randy and I are hanging outside at his house. We heard a loud and unfamiliar vocalization. This was my first experience with vocalization. We had heard rumors of a mountain lion in the area, and assumed it was that. It was far louder than a mountain lion though. I have no idea what it was, and my memory only has that day as a bookmark of the unknown. It was loud and just unfamiliar.

August 1991
XXXXXXX, Stark County, OH
Camping night 1 by myself, I was awoken by vocalizations. There had to be at least two, yelling at different directions of the camp. I visually saw one bigfoot, run the length of my camp towards the other vocalizations. I can’t guess the height, but it was muscular, black. Too big to be a human, and ran funny. I did see its arms, and they were long like a gorilla’s. The vocalizations continued until I slowly walked out. Once I was down the path from my camp, it was silent.

XXXXXXX, Stark County, OH
Camping night 2 with Randy and Tony. No visuals this time, but heard the screams at different ends of the camp. We left camp and didn’t return until morning. On this night we recorded the vocalization. Being novice with technology, we turned the recorder volume all the way up and ended up catching motor noises over the screams. The screams could still be heard but not as well had we turned the volume down while recording. When submitted sighting reports to Robert W. Morgan, and handed over our only copy of the tape. It was then lost.

XXXXXXX, Stark County, OH
Kim, Jim, Tony, Debbie,Troy and myself. We walked up a path, and heard something following us. We tested this out by walking and stopping immediately in which we heard heavy steps in the leaves. Not deer steps at all. Long heavy long strides, he, she or it followed us all along that path until we got to the car. We left. I have no idea who or what that was but it was extremely peculiar.

Note: I camped and hiked this area a multitude of times after my sighting and vocalization experiences here with no success.

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I walk out on my parent’s porch in the evening. I hear a really profound whooping call, that reminds me of my camping experiences from 1991. I go back inside and brush my teeth. Then it dawns on me I need to go back outside and record this. By the time I go back outside, it was further away, but I did capture the noise. With enhancement, you can hear it quite clearly.

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I returned to the cave camping area to revisit after all these years. Now private property, so I was cautious. However out of nostalgia I continued returning to the site where I originally had my sighting and experiences. I hung “gifts” high in trees. I noticed they had been taken. I saw giant footprint like indentations in the pine needles. So I bought trail cams. Once I posted those, it became a dead site, nothing was taking food anymore other than deer or raccoon. The property owners ended up finding most of the trail cams and confiscated them. They did return them, and demanded we stay off their property.

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

RMSO Drone Footage Over 3 recent Bigfoot Sighting Locations

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Air Recon at Sasquatch Encounter Locations
RMSO Drone Footage Over 3 recent Bigfoot Sighting Locations
Dry Fork Bigfoot Sighting Location
Monte Cristo Bigfoot Sighting Location
Lost Creek Bigfoot Sighting Location
Full expedition along with drone footage 
3 days after Bigfoot sighting Lost Creek