Bigfoot TIW 337: Roadside Bigfoot Sighting in the Chattahoochee Forest in Georgia

Hey Kev, let's follow this trail over here. This looks like there might be something waiting down there. Alright. Hey, wait a minute. Do you hear that? Yeah, I thought it was just me. What the heck is that? I don't know what that is. Whoa, do you smell that too? That's unbelievable. Hey look. What the heck? Hey look, those branches are moving over there. What the heck is that? Holy cow, is that what I think it is? Look at that thing. Oh my god. It's a freaking Sasquatch. Welcome to the Bigfoot Terror in the Woods Sightings and Encounters podcast. I am your host, W.J. Sheehan, author of the series of books, 38 books, my friends, in paperback, e-book, Kindle, and audiobook, Bigfoot Terror in the Woods. All of these books and our shop is available to you at BigfootTerrorInTheWoods.com. Go on there, hit the links. They'll take you right where you want to go at Amazon. And check out the little shop. Lots of cool things in there for you to buy and to give away and to drink your coffee out of. And to stick on your car. Well, as you can hear, my brother and co-host KJ has made the scene, Daddy-O. I had to jump in, Bill, on there. I know. Imagine me, a king of the beastlies even. Ooh, even. Well, Bill, I have seen more snow and frigid temperatures in the last week than I care to see in the next five years. I feel like I've been trudging around on Everest looking for a Yeti. Well, welcome to Long Island. Yeah, yeah. I was up seeing Bill last weekend and it's snowed. I don't know, 10 inches on Sunday? Yeah, that was a nasty day, man. Yeah, and it was cold, really cold. Yeah, no, it was bitter cold. And I was tipping in and out on my breaks during the evening and night. And it was just brutal. And I was saying to myself, geez, I got to go home in this. No, I don't think I told you, Bill, but you knew I jumped on the ferry on Monday afternoon to head over to Connecticut for work. And the harbor in Port Jefferson, folks, where this ferry leaves from, had ice going across it. Yeah, I was thinking about that. And they went through it. It must have been a fit. They went through it. No, it's not that thick. But still, when's the last time you saw that, Bill? Like almost never. Almost never. Yeah. And I'm like, wow, I'm on the ferry going through the ice. And then, folks, I come back here thinking it's going to be nice. I land in the airport Tuesday night after being delayed because all of that snow in New York and I get off the plane and it's like 12 degrees here in North Carolina I'm going back yeah and it snows eight inches yesterday in Raleigh where I was and then crazy where I live sometimes out at the beach it snowed a foot yeah that's which it never snows out there a foot yeah that's a heap of snow, bro. Yeah, so I'm like, I'm on Everest, Bill. I'm ready. Bring on the summer. That is too much, man. Yeah, it's crazy. And what they call that thing, a cyclone? Cyclone bomb. I don't understand. What's the terminology, cyclone bomb? I don't know. And each one of them has a new name now. You know, this one, I forget. It was named after some witch or something. And I don't mean Glenda the good witch. Well, it's your opinion if she's good. Oh, man. Well, Kev, let me jump into a couple of cool sightings here. I'm going to walk you into this one. You're going to enjoy this. I'm not going to tell you what they sighted. You're going to find out. So this roadside sighting and follow-up investigation was told to me by Clarence Mays, a resident of the state of Georgia. This is what Clarence both saw and found in the Chattahoochee Forest. It was in the late evening, October 27, 1999, that I was driving north on 355, that's 355, which runs along what would be the eastern border of the Chattahoochee Forest in Georgia. It was a dark and moonless night, and the stretch of highway tends to be on the spooky side on the best of nights when driving alone. It's definitely not a place where one wants to have to stop and change a flat tire, which is exactly what happened to me that night. Well, as it turns out, I started to hear thump, thump, thump. The handwriting was on the wall, so to speak, and so I pulled onto what shoulder was available, beginning the unenviable task of changing my tire. Of course, I opened my glove box to grab the flashlight, and it wasn't working, which was nobody's fault except my own, having not checked it in ages. So now, I'm lighting one match at a time, first in the trunk and then by the side of the car, trying to get the tire and jack out, followed by figuring out where the jack needed to be placed under my car. Well, about 10 minutes or so into this debacle, the military base must have been doing some night fight training, night flight training, as planes began to fly overhead. And I began to hear some gunfire coming from the direction of Fort Benning in the distance. and now here I am in the midst of changing this tire as fighter planes were intermittently strafing over my head and the sound was deafening. It took all of about 20 minutes for me to mount despair and throwing everything into the trunk I was once again on my way. I think I had only gone about five miles or so and I was winding through one of the most densely forested sections of the highway, when just as I was coming around this bend, my headlights locked onto a huge hairy beast on the left-hand shoulder, which turned immediately to face my oncoming lights. I had applied the brakes lightly, not fully realizing in the moment what it was that I was seeing. As this thing launched across the highway in perhaps three steps, if that, disappearing into the trees to my right. As I rolled up on the spot where it had just run, turning my head, I saw what appeared to be a pair of glowing red eyes, which suddenly vanished as quickly as I had seen them. Needless to say, I was blown away by what had just transpired, and I marked the area in my mind based on a singular road sign and a large rotten pine that was on the shoulder of the road there. That night, upon arriving back home, it was late, and living alone at the time, I had nobody to share the night's events with, so I hit the hay. I was so wound up over what I had seen that the next day I called out of work and drove back to the scene of the incident. Of course, being daytime now, everything looks quite different than it had the night before. but I was able to locate the area where I had seen this beast the night before quite easily. As I parked the car, I first went to the area where I had initially seen it standing, and having looked up and down the shoulder carefully, the truth be told, to my eyes, I found virtually nothing to indicate what I had seen had actually been there. Then I moved to the other side, where I was able to find one full footprint, and what I would describe as being half of another one. Unfortunately, most of the shoulders on this road were thick grass and where the one solid print was happened to be somewhat softer, kind of loamy soil in which there was nearly a perfect large print. I brought my tape measuring camera, knowing exactly what I wanted to do if I found anything, and the picture that I sent you is the one I took that day. You can see in the photo, with the tape extended next to the print, that it measured 19 inches long and almost 10 inches wide at the toes. I also measured the street sign's height, and as I approached, this creature seemed to be about a foot taller than the sign, making it 7 to 8 feet tall or thereabouts. There is yet another aspect to this sighting, the likes of which I myself can only appreciate having been through it. I was alone during this experience, as are many people who encountered this creature. I say this because there is and was most definitely a point in time where I said to myself, who can I share this with? I was totally apprehensive about mentioning it to anyone, not wanting to face potential ridicule. In other words, I was already preparing in my mind for the worst-case scenario, having not even made it to first base regarding even speaking of my encounter. It's a very strange phenomenon, Bill, which I believe many witnesses experience, with this being the reason, in my heart, why more people do not come forward with what they have seen. so this monster and it was a monster had cleared some 40 feet of open road and shoulder perhaps even more with just shy of what I remember as being three bounds or leaps with the last including when he entered into the woods it appeared to be almost flying in between touching the ground with its feet, which I know is very hard to comprehend having not been there to see it in person. Based on where it appeared to have come from and the direction which it fled, I believe it was spooked by the war games commencing and had started booking it out of the area. It would have been much quicker and a lot less risky, in my opinion, for it to just duck back into the woods, then leaping across the street in front of my vehicle. I think it was so startled by the noise, and now by my car headlamps, that it had just freaked out and continued across the street. Heck, I was freaking out with the noise from the low-flying jets, and I knew what they were. I can only imagine what's going through the mind of an animal, such as a Bigfoot when they are experiencing the same things that we are. I'll never forget that night as long as I live. And the truth be told, Bill, how could you? Very interesting, huh, Kev? That's wild, Bill. But honestly, all kidding aside, I'm just blown away that starting out the story that he could change a flat in the forest with gunfire and low-flying jets with matches in 20 minutes. Yeah. And a moonless night. I'm telling you, I think I'm pretty good at changing tires and I'm never able to do them in 20 minutes on a sunny day Yeah Well you know yeah I always run into something you know one of the lug nuts won come off I can find the jack handle whatever I tell you something though If you add into the scenario, he's on a moonless night in a place that he always described creepy. You know, that tends to make you feel in the dark and move as quickly as possible. By the way, I've been down in the Chattahoochee Forest there. Yeah. You know, parts of it and the Chattahoochee River run real close to northern Atlanta, where I spend a lot of time up in Alpharetta and north of Alpharetta. Right. For work. And it can be a creepy place. No doubt about it. You know, Kevin, it reminds me of when you rode through Whitehall. Yeah. And, you know, there's nothing there, man. There's you and whatever's in the woods. Exactly. You know, and that's where the rubber meets the road, literally, to me. When you're in a situation where there's really nothing around. And you get a flat. Oh, my God. And it's like, oh. I mean, depending on the car, too. You get a flat on a Volkswagen Bug, no big deal. I got a flat on my big 4x4 pickup last year. Oh, my God. Like, that was, you know, folks, I know some of you out there have, like, Ford pickups, Chevy pickups, whatever. I have a Ford pickup. And you've got to lower that tire down from under the bed. Yeah, always fun. Which you do like twice in your life so you forget how to do it and it's dark. You can't get that silly long rod to fit in there and work. And then I'm trying to change these monster 37-inch tires that I put on there, forgetting the fact that each tire and rim weighs about 250 pounds. Yeah. And when you get the tire, no matter what the weather is, you got to get down on the ground. No. Well, by the way, when I got mine, it's pouring out, Bill. Oh, my God. And the same thing, like I get the flashlight out of my glove box, it lasts about five seconds. Ugh. You know? So I know that drill. But the encounter is unbelievable. Yeah. I like the fact that, number one, this encounter was very brief. but he thought enough of it to report it, and he also thought enough of it to call out of work one day and just go back and check it out fresh after it happened. You have to. It meant something to him, you know? You have to. Otherwise, you're going to be thinking about it for the rest of your life. You're going to be thinking about it for the rest of your life anyway. Exactly. I like, though, that he was able to get a mark on where this thing was kind of standing or running behind this sign. So he estimated it, what did he say, seven or eight feet tall? So that's a good-sized critter leaping across the street, man. Yeah, I'd say. Can you imagine seeing one of these things just, as he said, bounding along? It's almost like a, what are they called? The long jump and track, you know, where they run and then just leap into the air. Only this thing is moving regularly like a long jump. Yeah. So very bizarre. By the way, I didn't share it with you, Bill, because it's more something to share from the experience. And I still don't know what it is, but maybe two weekends ago I was out at the coast, and this time of the year I go out on this beach there called Fort Fisher where you get a pass and you can take your four-wheel drive out on the beach, and there's nothing there. It's just great for looking at stars. Wow. So dark. Yep, yep. And usually, like, there's no one out there, especially this time of the year. But what's interesting, like, in the summertime, you can't go out there past 8 o'clock at night because the turtles nest there. Oh. So they don't want you riding up and down the beach in the dark. Yeah, they don't want. Which at first, like, you know, a lot of folks don't understand it, And they're like, I can't believe they don't let us out here at night. But it's like, well, you'd kill all the turtles. But this time of the year, you can go out there all night. They don't care. Uh-huh. And there's no guard or anything. You just have a little, like, proximity card that you hold up to the sensor, and the gate opens up for you to drive in. Oh, that's pretty cool. Yeah. So it was like a star-lit night. It's about midnight on, like, Saturday night a few weekends ago. So I'm like, you know what? I'm going to cruise out there. You know, it's a little crazy if I get stuck or something, but, you know, I just want to go see the stars out there. So I go and I swing open the gate. I pull through the gate and I'm putting a truck into four wheel drive. And I see the back end of something like gray and big, like running away from me. Wow. Just across. And I'm like, it had to be a deer or it could have been a big coyote. Wow. But it was just a thing, Bill, where you just saw this glimpse of it. So you definitely saw something. But it was for like a fraction of a second. So I don't know what it was. Right. The identification is, it is what it is. Yeah. And it was like time. I would have thought initially like, oh, coyote. But it was big. Like it was as tall as a deer. So it could have been a big coyote or some kind of gray looking deer. But I only saw his rump for a hundredth of a second or something. Boy, that is quick. Because it just caught the edge of my headlights while I was parked and went off to the right. It didn't come across the whole field of view. It was just a glimpse on the right side. But it reminded me so much of the people having these sightings. Yeah. Too bad you couldn't stop. Not that you would. You would. I don't know if you would or wouldn't with a flashlight and see if you saw anything. But if it was in the sand, I think anything that we might call a track would have been negligible. That's a good point. Well, I did see tracks. Okay. I did drive out real slowly after I got into four-wheel drive, and there were animal tracks going across. But the sand is really deep, so I couldn't tell if it was deer or coyote. It wasn't Bigfoot. Yeah, it's all going to cave in. It all just caves in. But there were tracks there, fresh tracks going across. Wow. Well, maybe you'll see something again over there. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. But, I mean, it's more that that's, I'm sure, the experience people have when they see something. It's like, what the heck was that? And you know you definitely saw something, right? It wasn't a car or a person. Like, it was something odd. And it didn't look like anything that I would clearly identify it as. Yeah, now you see some of the sightings are what I call like a flash sighting, like you're talking about. Are there misidentifications going on there? Perhaps, but it's very hard to fool seven to eight feet tall running. Well, yeah, that's different. And, you know, something that comes all the way across from like left to right or right to left, your field of view, that's different. Right. But you could still be confused, but certainly I could understand why you didn't have time to get your phone out to take a picture of it. Now, Kev, if what you had seen in that tenth of a second was gray, furry, a rear view, and it was taller than the roof on your F-150, what are you thinking that is? Yeah. This is what I mean. I thought you were going to say, and it turns around and it has glowing red eyes. I'm just saying that would change the whole dynamic of that tenth of a second. No doubt about it. So let me jump into this other side here. This is really cool. Very unique. And it was shared with me by Marcellus Cupertino, PhD, a geology professor. And this is what he and four of his students came upon while doing a study in Caprock Canyon, Texas. First of all, Bill, it's been a pleasure to speak with you and have the opportunity to share this fantastic encounter with you and your listeners. The Bigfoot creature was not on my proverbial radar in academia. I didn't believe in it. As far as I was concerned, the stories surrounding its existence were utter nonsense, which is to say, until today in Caprock Canyon. Caprock in our region is an excellent field study classroom for geological stratum. In other words, I'm aging the earth via seams of visible rocks, a rock or layers, if you will. When you walk through this canyon, or any canyon for that matter, one is surrounded by layers of the historical record, towering above you wherever you look, all of which are made available via erosion of the earth's surface over millions of years. So, four of my doctoral students and I found ourselves in the canyon, making a study of it on the day this sighting occurred. This, though, was what you would call extracurricular activity, utterly detached from our college, performed during our summer break. I should also mention that one of the students who were with us at the time was a student from Russia named Alexiev, a fact that will come into play shortly. I feel as though I must also reiterate strongly that not only myself, But all of those in the group had no belief in the existing of a Bigfoot creature as a species. So we had been studying a specific rock layer, having climbed up a gradual slope on what I will describe as a tower in the canyon. All of the layering within being a reddish-orange coloration, ascending here and there were rows of what I believe were cedars everywhere throughout the landscape. The group was working quietly, discussing in low tones what was before us the entire time we were there. In other words, we were not by any means making a lot of noise, thereby making known our presence, having been now in this specific location for over three hours up to the point of seeing this creature. Alexiev had distant relatives who had come from the southwestern Aegea Republic in the foothills of the Caucasus Mountains. Both he and Sandra were working about a hundred feet to my right-hand side. We had all begun to hear what sounded like rocks that were falling somewhere in the area, not giving much thought to it at the time. Finally, about 20 minutes of hearing the same thing over and over, it now had our attention, causing us to observe and hone in on the cause and its location. There was a swath of these cedar trees running off to the right hand of Alexiev and Sandra, which we all could see, but from their position they could see along the edge of the trees, which the rest of us could not. Sandra was holding her hands to her face as Andriov turned to us, mouthing something with his lips. He was not speaking, but mouthing some phrase or word that I couldn't make out. I didn't dare shout, realizing there must be a reason why he was mouthing it rather than speaking it himself, as we moved closer to them very quietly. That's when we saw the creature. Due entirely to the nature of the landscape within the canyon, one could be walking or moving about at any given time, being altogether visible at one moment, and gone from view the next. I believe it had moved into the trees below us and off to our right having no idea that we were there at the time just as we would have no idea of its being there shy of having heard the rocks For the first three minutes of our observation, it sighed and back to us the entire time, moving in and out of view, rummaging through the rocks near the edge of the trees. I now knew that Andreev was mouthing the word yeti. Having discussed it further after the fact, it seemed to be looking under rocks, perhaps for lizards or some other kind of life to eat. It then turned and took some steps to the point where it was now in the open and in a position where if it stood up, it could see us, which is exactly what happened. It stood up as though it was stretching to relieve its back, much as we would, and froze, looking straight at us. It then turned, hopped, and leaped into the trees and was gone. I couldn't believe my eyes, yet there it was before me. Alexiev was grinning from ear to ear, saying that we had seen a yeti, and indeed we had. There was no denying it. The creature had beastly proportions, tall and stout, covered in red-colored fur from head to toe. To the eye, it did not appear flabby at all, no loose flesh on its torso, but rather very firm and robust. Having no apparent neck, as do we, the head was set within very muscular shoulders, much like an Olympic weightlifter. We stood there looking for almost an hour, having given up entirely on our work in the hope of seeing it further, which did not happen. There was zero possibility in our collective estimation that it had been anything else other than what it was, and that was a Yeti, or what we would call here now a Bigfoot. We, of course, refer to it as the Bigfoot, but it was Andrev who had coined it the Yeti. He had confessed later of its being reported in the land of his ancestry, saying that he neither believed nor disbelieved, having never seen one for himself. But now, Bill, we were all believers. Very interesting. Wild, Bill. Yeah, basically like a rock quarry, this Caprock Canyon. If anybody out there listening knows anything about Caprock or... I've heard of it, but I haven't been there. Yeah, I think it's just neat how... Yeah. Something could show up. It could have been a giant cougar, right? It was a freaking Bigfoot. Yeah. But anything can show up anywhere at any time, irregardless of what we think is suitable or habitable landscape or anything, you know? 100%. So I think we're naive. There's a lot of people out there want to just criticize, you know. I don't believe that. Well, I told you right when I was in London, back before Christmas, right down by the Cuddy Sark old T-Clipper square rigger ship, which is in East London, but in the city. Did I tell you about this? And I saw the fox? Yes, you did. But tell the people. Yeah. So I'm like, I'm waiting for an Uber. I get off of this clipper ship that's permanently moored there on the Thames River. which is beautiful, by the way. If you get a chance to go on the Cuddy Sark, you can go. It has like a little museum, this big clipper ship. And I'm standing there waiting for an Uber next to this pub. And right next to me, this big red fox comes walking right by me and walks into the bushes of the pub. Fantastic. Yeah. I'm like in downtown London. Yeah, like, huh? Huh? Where did Fox come from? Yeah, yeah. It's just that easy, man. Exactly. There's no rhyme or reason, you know? Yeah, no doubt about it. My friend, a co-worker of mine, older gentleman, very astute, swears he saw widespread eyes of a cougar out here in the Pine Barrens a while back. Whoa. Yeah. And he's a smart character. He's not somebody to just jump to conclusions. Yeah, could be. He said it was down in a crouch and watching him when he came out the back of the house. And he said they were widespread. He's estimated about 10 inches eyeball to eyeball. Well, that's super big. I don't know. Yeah, that's a big, wide head. That's a creepy cougar. This particular fellow has quite a handgun collection, all legit. And he went back into the house to get one. when he came out, it was gone, and he actually called the police and reported it. He felt that strongly about it. That's good. Yeah, so you never know what's walking around out there, man, or how it got there. If you see something, say something. Exactly. How do people get a hold of us, Kevin? They go to BigfootTerryInTheWoods.com and hit the tab called Contact Us, and basically it sends us an email, and we read them all, and of course some of them we read on air. too. Yeah. Yeah. Now, certainly folks, don't be afraid. Even if you just want to say hello or share something you want to say. We love to just hear from you. Yeah, absolutely. So that was interesting, Kev, the professor and four doctoral students out in the off season, out of school, on their summer break, just doing what they do or what they love to do, which is pound the rocks and strata and make some discoveries, check things out, test their scientific mind. And all of a sudden, as Andrea said, Yeti. Yeti, Yeti. Yeti. Crazy, man. Cool. All right. You ready for some cryptids in the news and other oddities? I am. Let it rip. All right. Tonight we're going to get a little creep on. No need to hide the children or anything tonight. Well, you can hide them if you want to. Well, if you want to. You don't have to. But tonight we're heading out west, out in the western U.S., and we're going to go to the high desert of the state of Wyoming. Okay. Now, usually when one talks about Wyoming, they're talking about the Grand Teton Mountains or Yellowstone, of course, not the TV series, but the park. the vast empty stretches of highway where, let's be honest, anything could be crossing the road in the middle of the night or flying over your head, kind of like close encounters there at Devil's Tower back when. Yeah, aptly named. Exactly. But tonight I want to take you to a specific spot just outside the city of Casper, Wyoming. Okay. And it's a place that sits on top of Casper Mountain. And this place started as a homestead way back when and became, Bill, a sanctuary for witches. Very interesting. Yes, and has since become a hotspot for high strangeness, paranormal activity, and yes, reports of creatures that simply shouldn't be there. Yeah. You mean like people from New York? That too. Those are creatures. They are. They are. They're creepy, too. You might be better off encountering a dog man than me. Now, am I going to get more email from people from New York or from Wishes? We don't care. Send an email. But we're talking about an area called Crimson Dawn on Casper Mountain. Have you heard of that, Bill? Yes, it is, in fact, a creep fest of activity. It is a creep fest. And for some reason, as you'll get into, a lot of people seem to gather there now. Yes. But I don't want to get the jump on you. Go ahead. All right. Yeah. And you may have some additional information, too, but let me jump in. So if you drive up the winding road of Casper Mountain from Casper, Wyoming, the terrain changes. It gets dense. The rocks turn this deep blood red color. Of course, they're sandstone. It's not really blood. Right. And it's ancient earth. And if you go all the way back, you remember when I said it was a place that was homesteaded? Yeah. Well, in 1929, a woman named Neal Forsling. So it's confusing, right? Because Neal sounds like a man's name, but her name was Neal. Now, Kev, wasn't Forsling a poet? Mm, could be. A poet or a writer of some sort? Well, she was an artist and a writer. Ah, okay. So maybe it's the same one. Yes, yes. Go ahead. So now she wasn't your average homesteader, right? Because she was an artist and a writer. And they say she had a wild imagination. And depending on who you talk to about her or what you read about her, She was a woman that was sensitive, and I put that in quotation marks, to things living in the woods. So she had like a sense about what was going on there. Okay. Things living in the woods. Things living in the woods. Oh, boy, oh, boy. And back then, you know, she lived in a log cabin with her two daughters. And almost immediately, she started telling stories about entities she claimed inhabited the land. She called them the Witches of Crimson Dawn. The witches. Witches. Things. Not that there's anything wrong with witches. Or cackling like a witch. If witches cackle. I think you just cackled, bro. I know. I know. I'm trying to slow down the witch attacks. All right. So now some of the written histories about this say that Neil made these stories up to entertain her children because they didn't have many books and they didn't have a radio. Of course, they didn't have television back then. So, you know, there's this saner explanation that she created this whole thing. And then, of course, there's probably something closer to the truth. She actually conjured or ran into these characters. Yeah, I mean, things and naming them witches? It gets better. So there was a pantheon of characters. And by characters, I mean witches. There was the Red Witch, the Topaz Witch, the Lavender Witch, and each one of them was somehow connected to the landscape. Boy, that's weird. Gets weirder than that. She even built shrines for them. Here we go. Yeah. And if you go to Crips and Dawn Park today which is actually either a state or county park I forget which one you can walk the trails and you find these miniature cottages which are actually shrines tucked into the twisted trees and red rocks of the park So you come across the shrine of the Topaz Witch There also a shrine that I didn mention to the Star Witch The Star Witch. Yeah. Now, let me say something here for a minute. This is not an atypical situation, and I'm not talking about the Crimson Dawn area. It's certainly unique. But what is not unique is the layering and the continuing building upon over time the notion of things in the woods, which is we then go to building shrines to them, a park being formed. You know, the more you entertain, the more the invitation brings family members. members. And folks, Bill doesn't know what I'm going to do each time we do one of these podcasts. You're being the perfect straight man, even though you don't know what I'm going to say. Exactly. So you're saying, you know, she does more and more, right? So every Midsummer's Eve, which is June 21st, Neil would hold a massive bonfire. Here we go. She'd invite people up from town, and they would reenact the arrival of the witches. Nice. They'd throw red dust into the fire and tell stories. And it became this massive pagan-style festival right in the middle of Wyoming. And this all started with the woman telling stories to her, what, daughters, you said? Two daughters, yeah. Two daughters. That's how it all began. Yeah. And now we're having pagan festivals around bonfires in a park. Yeah. You know. On the summer solstice. On the summer solstice. What parks do you know that allow you in after dark, unless it's a campground? Well, she was a homesteader there. But you're right. How did everybody else get in? I don't know. Maybe they were friends with the witches. Yeah, a well-known gathering spot for certain individuals at that point in time. No doubt. Every year. Every year. Yeah. Wow. And then, so it gets a little better or weirder, Bill. She died in 1977, but the stories and the experiences have not stopped. And in fact, they may have actually gotten a little darker. Yeah, so even if it was a story when it started, which we have no proof one way or the other, she may have legitimately been delving into something in the beginning when she started talking to her daughters about things in the woods. I agree, but we got to stop here for a minute, Bill. Okay. You may have told your child's stories and stuff like that. I may have told my kids' stories and stuff like that. Some creepy. But neither one of us, as far as I know, ever went and built shrines to each one of these things we told the story about. It's bad. It's bad. That are still standing today that were built in 1929. I know you did have a bumble in your backyard. Well, yeah. It was inflatable. Would you call that a shrine to bumble? No. No, it wasn't a shrine to bumble. Not that I have anything against the shrine to the moment, the abominable snowman. And in fact, if we would get the squirrels off my bird feeder, I'd build a shrine. I told you, Kim, get that feeder that Jane recommended to me. I know, I know, I know. I'm looking at them. I'm just too cheap, and they're pretty expensive. Yeah, they're very expensive, but they work. I mean, especially if they guarantee it. They don't guarantee it, but I like that idea. I'm going to have a little discussion with them. All right, so let's go to more modern day. We're almost done here. So, you know, this park is a county park. So people hike there. They have picnics there. But when you talk to the locals who go up there at dusk or the teenagers who sneak in there at night to see the shrines, the vibe changes instantly. Wow. There's reports of people walking the trails near the witches' shrines and feeling an overwhelming sense of dread. Ding, ding, ding. Not happiness. Dread. Dread. And they say not just spooky, but that primal, quote, get out now, close quote feeling. Yeah, the same old warning that I always tell people, you need to honor that when you feel it and get booking. This is good. In the folklore, there's tales of the lavender witch. But in the old folklore, she's benign. But in the reports that we hear about, she's anything but benign. Witnesses have described seeing a pale hooded figure moving through the trees near the old forestling cabin. She doesn't walk, she glides. And she isn't looking at the shrines, she's looking at you. Nice. Yes. Pale, hooded, ghoul, floating. Oh my god. So there's a tale from a couple that was up there, right? A couple of what? A man and a woman. Sorry, a few years back, they were near a place called the Healing Well on this property. It's a new area that Neil built. Okay. It was just after sunset. The wind died down completely all of a sudden, and there was dead silence. No creatures, crickets, nothing. And the man said, We heard a woman humming. It wasn't a melody I knew. It was coming from everywhere at once. Wow. Then my girlfriend grabbed my arm and pointed toward a nearby red butte. Standing on top of the rock was a figure in tattered gray robes. Ugh. It was too tall, way too tall to be a person. We turned to run, and something threw a rock at us from the tree line. Wow. We didn't stop running until we hit the main road. Good thinking, folks. Yeah. You can always buy another car. Remember, you don't have to be fast. Just faster than the person running behind you. Exactly. Humming. Humming. Yeah, humming. coming from everywhere at once. La, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la. So, Bill, what do you think we have here at Crimson Dawn in Casper, Wyoming? I think what you have is an invitation-only festival of demons. Exactly. Yeah, and see, people encourage it. You know, there are people out there that don't think this is, they think this is entertaining. Yeah. Until, you know, it's like we used to say, Kevin, it's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye. Right? Yeah. It's all fun and gays. But, you know, somebody in that group prancing around that bonfire, doing whatever else they were doing, could come into some form of demonic possession and really be in for a tailspin. 100%, Bill. You know. So you play stupid games, Philip. You play stupid games and you win stupid prizes. That's how it goes, man. You know, oh, look, remember Charlie Brown? I got a rock. Oh, I got with a rock. Yeah. Sorry, Charlie. Wow, man. Crimson Dawn. Crimson Dawn, Casper, Wyoming, and Mount Casper. Kev, and folks, if you're more astute than I am, something's telling me that this woman had written a poem or a little short story or something about Crimson Dawn. Really? I don't even know why I'm saying that. I'm just saying it because, you know, if I'm wrong, somebody's going to say it. Bill's a horse's ass. But something- They may be saying it already. Yeah, at least it's not gray and hairy from the rear view like Kevin saw on the beach. Anyway, so what do we got on our list of milk? So, Bill, I just looked it up, and you are, in fact, correct. Really? So, well, just one quick hit. She wrote a poem in 1932 called Christmas at Crimson Dawn. There you go. Yeah, so she was already in the invitation mode. She was spending way too much time thinking about this. And I'll tell you something else. Even if the poem was fictitious, in other words, if this was like a poem, like let's just say an Edgar Allan Poe story or something, you can begin with something that's not real. And if you entertain this and focus in this on it enough, you can suddenly make that thing a reality. Absolutely. And it might not be a reality that you were hoping for when you started. Yeah, not one you were looking for. Yeah. Yeah, so Christmas. Cool, all right, good stuff, Bill. We're going to do one email tonight because we ran a little long. Okay. But this one's good from Ken. And Ken is in Brownsville, Oregon. Okay. And the subject is the Rogue River. Oh, which we were talking about not too long ago. We were. And he says, hey, guys, great to hear another awesome podcast. Just wanted to state that the Rogue River in Oregon is in the southwestern part of the state and is very much a hotspot of Sasquatch activity. And by the way, it's not that far from where the Patterson-Gimlin film was taken. Oh, that's something I didn't know. Yeah, yeah. And yes, Bill, it is an incredible place to fly fish. Ah, there you go. The Rogue River. And he says, keep up the great work and God bless. Ken from Brownsville, Oregon. That is awesome. I love area confirmation. I love when somebody says, I've been there. It's just a sharing of data, folks. That's all we're doing here. I'm throwing some stuff at the wall, and you're throwing some stuff at the wall. It's entertaining, yes, and for people like us, I find it very interesting. Absolutely. Wow. I'm still freaked out about that Christmas at Crimson Dawn. Yes. Unbelievable, man. Well, anyways, Kev, great podcast, some very interesting stuff, quite a variety. And remember, folks, if you should find yourself walking around the canyon down in Texas, or perhaps hiking and fly fishing by the Rogue River in Oregon, remember one thing, my friends. Always carry more gun than you think you're going to need. Sleep tight.