Bigfoot TIW 338: Bigfoot Sighting in the Alaska Triangle

ия Oh, no! Big footsteps through the broken pines Shadows stretch like crooked lines Stones are flying in the midnight air Bill and Kevin's where they saw it there Terror in the woods tonight Tonight, branches crack, no moon inside. Always carry more good than you need. Oh, the yo-e will make you bleed. Tracks too big for any man. A howling cry across the land. Is it fire or is it fog I see Something's out there watching me A flash of eyes that glow so red Is it alive or am I misled Terror in the woods tonight Brain just cracked, no moon inside And always carry more good than you'll need Or the yo-wee will make you bleed Terror in the woods tonight Brain just cracked, no moon inside And always carry more good than you'll need Or the yo-wee will make you bleed Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Sasquatch whisper through the trees Leaves are rustling like a breeze Legends rise and hunters fall Who's the predator after all? Did I know? Did I know? Did I know? Did I know? Did I know? 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, entitled Bigfoot Terror in the Woods Sightings and Encounters. All of them, audio, e-book, Kindle, paperback Available through our website BigfootTerrorInTheWoods.com Hit the books link And those links will take you where you want to go And check out our shop There's a lot of cool things in there Spent a lot of time and money setting that up for you folks So have at it Make this old dog howl Wow! And now, my brother and co-host, K.J. Sheehan. Kev, how are you? I'm doing great. How about you, Bill? Pretty good. We've warmed up to a 16-degree day today with a mild wind. I'll tell you what, I don't know how you're doing. I'm down here in North Carolina, and it was 25 this morning, but it was really damp. I'm telling you, I'm finally warming up now, and it's just because I'm not leaving the house. and I have like two wool sweaters on. It's been so cold. I mean, we went out to lunch today, and I heard a good line from the guy who owns this little tavern restaurant that we often go to. He said, I don't like to wish time away, but I'm ready for the spring to get here. Yeah. Yeah, I just try to live day to day, you know, but this winter. And a good friend of our podcast and a good friend of mine, Philip down in Kentucky. He had this, he's half Cherokee. His mother was full Cherokee. And as his tradition, he had this little thing about these woolly worms. Apparently they're like a caterpillar, you know, with a little fur on them. And he said when they go all black, apparently there's some type of striping or striation in them. But he said, when they go all black, you're going to have a tough winter. And he told me late summer, fall, the woolies are black. And I said to him just last night, I says, Phil, you were spot on with those black woolly worms. Man, I'll tell you what, it's been chilly. I told you, Kev, before when we were chatting, you know, 17 below here last night, folks, on Long Island. When I got out from behind the shelter of the building into the parking lot, Kev, at like 11 o'clock, it felt like I was massaging my face with ice. I mean, cold, man. No way, brother. God bless you. Cold, man. So, why don't I jump right in here, Kev? I got a couple of neat accounts here. this following kind of, I'll call it a twofold account, was shared with me by a fellow named Peter Braun, a resident of Nebraska. And yeah, okay, I'm looking at two pages here. This is what Peter had to say. At the time, Bill, I had never heard of what is known as the Alaska Triangle. Neither am I now saying that it had anything to do with what happened that day. I only know that we were within its believed boundaries at the time of this event. I trained in the Special Forces for winter or cold weather maneuvers in the winter of 1988. We had been dropped by helicopter north of the Brooks Mountain Range in Alaska. We were mission capable at the time, carrying all the gear including skis and snowshoes when this drop was executed. The fantastic thing, Bill, is how quickly what happened occurred, as you will soon find out. We had begun crossing a field of snow, which as I recall was about two feet deep, heading towards a tree-lined area at the base of a mountain. I'm skipping over all the military incidentals to bring you into the meat of what went on there. Having reached a point where we were about 100 yards from the tree line, about four miles into our advance, we came across a track line in the snow. and the tracks were from something more significant than a human being. At the time, two of the others and I were all experienced hunters. So when we had stopped to examine them, one of the other men said they were from a bear and we immediately put the nicks on that. We all knew what bear tracks looked like and these were not those of a bear. even the likes of a polar bear which others had mentioned. The second thing was that immediately noticeable was that the tracks were linear which is to say that they were laid down in a line one in front of the other about five feet between each one. We were on snowshoes and our tracks were about a foot and a half to two feet apart, walking on the same snow layer, not to mention whatever this was had stepped down through the snow to its base. There were also no drag marks between the tracks, indicating that whatever had laid them down had stepped clear of the surface upon making each of the steps it took. Bears tend to drag their paws through the snow. whatever this was, lifting each leg clear of the crust with each step that it took. Our second lieutenant discussed with the sergeant, decided to follow the tracks for a while, adding that it may make things more interesting. This was something that I think he regretted after the fact, but I digress. We followed them for about a quarter mile, the tracks leading into the trees that were to our west. The tracks, I should mention, bringing us into some shallow snow as we neared the woods, where we had now taken off our snowshoes proceeding in our boots. At this point, we all realized the immensity of these feet, estimating them to be about 15 to 16 inches long and about 8 inches wide complete with what appeared to be elongated toes and no claw imprints whatsoever. Whatever made them had large bare feet and was walking in the bitter cold on ice and snow. At that point, we were four hours into our day, and something started screaming in the woods and close to us. I say close because it was so loud that it simply could not have been very far away, and that is when the beast ran through the trees ahead of us. It was what you know, Bill, as a Bigfoot, but it was all white from head to toe, running briskly through the trees on two legs. The entire platoon had eyes on it when this had occurred, and the second ordered us back out of the area. About a hundred yards into what I will call our retreat, the same beast howled and we kept moving. We evacuated the same day, and aside from our conversations, we never heard another word about it, which brings me to part two. At the time, a handful of non-military civilians came onto the base to take care of some essential tasks. All of them were Alaskans, two of whom were indigenous people. My assignments varied during what I would call our downtime. allowing me to get to know and chat with a couple of these Alaskans during which I had mentioned something about the subject of Bigfoot with a woman. She was 53 years old and drove a truck a callous living kind of lady and a tried and true native Alaskan She told me a story that had happened in her village when she was 17 years old One of the men had gone out to hunt alone, which, as she put it, was not uncommon. Well, he never returned, and the snow started falling heavily. Early in the morning, a group of men had gone to look for him on snowmobiles. finding a place where he had made a fire next to a grouping of trees used as a shelter from the snowfall. When they had returned without him, they said that his tracks went into the trees away from the fire, where they saw that he had turned around to come back, apparently having gone to investigate something. At least that is what they thought. A second set of enormous footprints had come up from behind him, turned around and headed back into the trees. His prints had stopped at that point, and his rifle was lying in the snow. She said that the big man had taken him. This was in southwest Alaska in a town called Ileana. I know what we saw, Bill, and believe what she said to me. So what is it we are dealing with here? I think it was a tall white Yeti, the same as those seen in the Himalayas, created by God for this snowy landscape. And it dawned on me that areas of the Himalayas are much like Alaska. barren, mountainous, and wooded in many locations. Is it possible that the creature had migrated from either place to another? Perhaps across the land bridge when it was still intact? It's only a guess, but neither of us will ever know. Interesting, Hacob. Super interesting. And a military guy, right? Military group. Yeah. A little activity in Alaska, snow maneuvers, cold weather training. I haven't heard of a white one, Bill, right? Like the blonde ones we've heard of, but I don't remember hearing about a white one. No, I've heard of gray and white. In fact, my buddy Dave in Oregon, one of the encounters he had was of a gray and white Yeti that froze in the truck headlights as he was turning through the woods with his timber truck. And it put its hands up against a tree standing still like I'll hide here and he won't see me. You know, but he was fully exposed, just now leaning stably against the tree, not moving. Right. I have heard gray and white. Some people say silver and white, you know. But that kind of modeled two-tone fur, you know. So maybe what he saw, he said it was all white. Maybe the majority of it was white. So he said white. Sure. Who knows? Who knows? But it is interesting. And some monster footprints, right, in the snow. Yeah, 15, 16 inches. I mean, I've heard over 20. I've heard 24. I've heard 18. You know, 15, 16 seems to be like a standard size. Yeah, that's a big foot. For a big foot. Well, you think of it, if you're something that large and you're standing on two feet, you have to have a stable platform. Yeah, you got to have some good platform to stand on, no doubt about it. Yeah, no doubt. And handling that kind of weight, you know, just makes sense, you know. But again, you know, like creatures out in the woods and whatnot. Well, hooved animals have that hard, callous hoof that they put down. But any of the animals with padded feet, walking around, you know, in the snow and ice day and night with no relief, it's kind of miraculous how they can even do it, you know. You and I, I mean, if we went out there for two seconds, you'd have to have your feet amputated. Well, especially me. I'd only make it one second, to be clear. Now, this other account is pretty cool as well. Shared with me by Christina Loeffler, a resident of the state of Pennsylvania, right near me, Kevin. All right. This is what Christina and her hiking club observed in the late spring of 2014. I'm a member of a hiking club here, Bill, in Pennsylvania, comprised of myself, a group of coworkers, and virtually anyone who cares to tag along with us on any given hike. So it was late, late spring 2014, that we were hiking a stretch of the Delaware Water Gap on the eastern side of Kittatinny Mountain, K-I-T-T-A-T-I-N-N-Y, Kittatinny Mountain, above us being an area known as Martinsburg Shell. From the name alone, you may discern that this area is a tremendous outcropping of shale and slate deposits located up the side of the mountain. Now, we generally limit our hikes to five miles or less, depending on who is with us, not wanting to force people beyond reasonable hiking limitations for any given individual. Some were more elderly than others, with varied strength, endurance, and stamina. It was a time of year when things were starting to warm up a bit, that transitional period between spring and summer. Everything beginning to bud and starting to bloom. So there we were below this shale deposit, moving in and out of the trees following a path. different group members chatting it up as we went along. It was then that finally Cheryl had said, Oh, look, pointing up to the side of the mountain with her hand extended as we all collectively stopped. Each of us was drawn to where and what she was pointing at. A bear was lying on its back on the shale outcropping with a cub sitting by its side. She was lying on her back with her legs spread, basking in the sun and enjoying the warmth of the stones as they absorbed the sun's heat. At least, that's what it appeared like. As we stood there watching, something dark started to move about in the bushes above this ledge where the mother and cub were. all of us taking note of it at virtually the same time, now saying it must be a papa bear watching over them from above. These bears were less than a hundred yards away from us on the mountain as we were observing them when the little ones started bleeding like a sheep, and we could hear it. It was now on its feet, pacing around and nudging the mother who rolled over and stood to her feet, now looking directly at what we believed was a father bear or another male bear. The little one had moved quickly behind the mother, and she raised on her hind legs in what appeared to be an aggressive or defensive posture. I know nothing about bears other than what I have seen on television. Therefore, I am simply voicing what we believed was happening at the time of the sighting. Without warning, a giant creature, a Bigfoot, stands to its feet in the very spot where we believed a father bear was hiding, turns to its right-hand side, and walks away into what was a grouping of trees. The mother bear stayed on her feet for a minute or so, not taking her eyes off the spot where this Bigfoot was, after which she dropped down and walked away quickly with the cub in tow. Well, we turned around and skedaddled out of there in a hurry, each of us having been thoroughly freaked out by what had just transpired above us. I personally, Bill, had never set eyes on a bear in the state in all of my years having lived there, fully knowing they existed in numbers, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I would finally see not one but two of them, and a Bigfoot, would be part of the sighting as well. This creature was gigantic, at least twice the height and width of the mother bear on her hind legs standing. It had a large head that sat right on the shoulders, seemingly having no neck whatsoever, and of course, super long arms. I've become quite a fan of Bigfoot since that day, Bill, but I never would want to be closer to one than we were that day. To me, it was too close for comfort, And frankly, I was scared to death standing there. Pretty wild, my friends. Yeah, that's pretty cool, Bill, where, you know, it's an account, right? They're seeing it. They're seeing the devastation that the Bigfoot can do. And then he's reflecting, that's really close enough. I wouldn't want to be any closer. Yeah. You know, when you see something like that, even a bear, if you have a half a brain, you know that the bear can cover ground pretty quickly. Oh, yeah. So if a bear is 100 yards away from you and you start to take off, if you see it running at you, I know some people would say, well, you just stand and raise your arms and make a bigger profile. Pardon me if I seem stupid, but I think a lot of people would start running. Oh, yeah. Yeah, but that's why a lot of people get killed by them too. Yeah. You're right. I'm just saying, you know, that fear jumps into play and you just like start breathing heavy and running, looking over your shoulder and hope you don't trip. Yeah. Or, you know, like I always say, only half choking. You just got to run faster than the guy behind you. Yeah. That's when we were with the huge brown bears or grizzlies in Alaska going back right before the pandemic. Um, you know, I told you about that where the, the bears up there, they don't know people. So they generally don't attack people and they have plenty of food. You know, this was summertime. So they're eating salmon like crazy, eating the, uh, green, uh, sedge, which is so protein rich, the plants there. And we even saw them clamming. And, uh, so they don't, they don't really come after people. So we were able with the guide, you know, to get really close to them. But he had sawed-off shotgun with six or eight slugs in it and fire extinguisher-sized bear spray, too. But I was always looking at a couple of the other people in our group saying, as long as they keep them between me and the bear, even if this goes the wrong way, I should be okay. I got to ask you something. because, you know, I have some stories of bears clamming in sandbars and stuff. Did you see any of the bears actually eat a clam? Oh, yeah. I'm interested. Yeah. What did they do? Did they just bite through the hard shell? No, they used their claws to rip it open. No kidding. Yeah, and these were big clams, you know, probably not the ones you or I would want to eat. Yeah. But they were out in the mud at low tide, and you know they had those big tides up there in Alaska and they were walking along It was a mama and three little ones and they were digging them up And you hear them crack the clam open And then they were eating them That's amazing. And folks, you know, if you've never attempted to open clams, here on Long Island, we call it shucking. We shuck the clam. And you take a knife with kind of a dull edge on it. It's sharp, but it's not like for cutting meat. It doesn't have to be. It just has to be thin, you know, thin and stiff. Thin and stiff, right. And you hold the clam in your palm. You put the blade of this clam knife into the seam that's really tight. I mean, it is tough. And even with a very strong manly grip, you've got to force the blade into the seam and try to get the clam to release its grip. And then you pull it all the way in and pry the clam open. It's not an easy thing to do. No, and if you're not wearing the right gloves, even with the dull knife, you cut yourself probably two times out of ten. It's my experience. And the shells are kind of sharp, too. Sometimes you cut yourself on the shell. So these bears were like grabbing this clam in their paws and crushing it? No, not crushing it. They're pulling it open. Pulling it open with their claws. That's amazing, man. Wow. That just shows you. Those damn claws are sharp because if they're pulling them open, they had to be able to put a thin, hard edge into the closure of the clam to pry it open. Yeah. They're monsters. Wow, man. Yeah. Holy mackerel. Yeehaw. So what do we have in our cryptids in the news and other oddities segment? Yeah, man, we are going to get the creep on, and we're going to talk about the Grafton Monster. Oh, wow. And are you familiar with the Beast of Grafton or the Grafton Monster? Or sometimes it's called, believe it or not, the Headless Horror of Taylor County. Yeah, it's a headless horror, or it appears that way. Exactly, exactly. In fact, I was talking to Philip about the Grafton Monster. Yeah, it's out in his neighborhood. Yeah, I asked him if he had ever heard about it, and he said, that is a nasty booger. So he has heard of it, yes. Yeah, I mean, it's local lore and legend. Anybody who's in the know knows about that. Yeah, and he's out in West Virginia, right, which is the home. Well, he's in Kentucky. Oh, he's in Kentucky, but close to West Virginia, yeah. Right, and he's been in those there hills. Yeah, and these creatures generally don't know the state lines either. Or if they do, they don't necessarily respect them. Do you have a passport? Exactly. They said the state troopers over in Kentucky taste a little better if you can get your hands on them. Yeah, so this creature, the Grafton monster, is from Grafton, West Virginia. And, you know, West Virginia is definitely a bit of a hotbed for cryptids. Of course, my favorite cryptid up there is Mothman of Point Pleasant, West Virginia. Yeah. Which, by the way, if you haven't been up to see the Mothman Museum up there, very close to the border of Ohio, by the way, definitely worthwhile checking out. It's a great museum. And then also the Flatwoods Monster, which we've covered a while back. Maybe I'll have to revisit that one. Yeah. You know, I always say, Kev, that I listen to things over and over and over again through the years. I'm just fascinated by, you know, hearing the tale told again, you know? Yeah, yeah. So plug the flatwoods in there one day. All right, all right. So let's get back to Grafton. So, you know, the most detailed and documented account of this came in 1964. And there were some others back in the mid-60s. And the entity is characterized by a big, imposing physical stature, like a Bigfoot, candidly, you know, four feet across, seven or eight feet tall. But its skin texture is frequently likened to that of an aquatic animal, like a seal or a sea lion. Oh, that's interesting. Yeah, yeah. So no hairy man. Kind of the slick man. Wow. Yeah. That is bizarre. Like thick, shark-like skin? Yeah. Well, and I don't know how thick it is, but definitely not fur all over it. And this detail sharply diverges from the standard hairy man descriptions of North America. Yeah, and it must have some type of thick coat or blubber coat to keep it warm if it's a living creature. It's got to be something there because it gets cold. It gets cold over there just like it does here. Wow. Yeah, and we'll talk a little bit about Grafton. So Grafton is, you know, kind of grew up, so to speak, in the mid-19th century, and it was chartered in 1856. And it's known kind of like as a child of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad. So the railroad came through there, and that really created the opportunity for the town because it became a critical switching hub for the railroad for coal and timber transport. Yeah, and so many towns around the countryside grew in that way because now you had to have a general store. You had to have some type of hotel, places where people could stay, eat, maybe buy some clothing. Yeah, people working in the depot there to unload. Load the trains and load the trains and unload the vehicles, whatever kind of vehicles they had, bringing a man, horse and carriage, whatever. Yeah, the railroad really created a boom nationwide as it grew, you know, its footprint grew for viable towns to grow and have a means of receiving and shipping. So that's a big thing But go ahead So Grafton So let's talk about this foundational sighting Which occurred in the summertime Or just before the start of the summer On June 16th, 1964 So 61 years ago Wow And on this evening of June 16th At approximately 11pm A gentleman named Robert Cockrell a 24-year-old journalist for the Grafton Sentinel, was returning home from the late shift at work. And he was navigating Route 119, specifically a stretch known as Riverside Drive or Yates Avenue, which traces the western bank of the Tigert Valley River. and the roads characterized by sharp curves and narrow clearances between the pavement and the riverbank. You could kind of close your eyes and imagine it, right? Yeah, yeah, tight road, a tight stretch. Yep, running along the edge looking at the river. As Cockrell's vehicle rounded a bend, his headlights illuminated what he initially perceived as a huge white obstruction or a big mass on the right-hand side of the road. Slowing his vehicle to avoid a collision, he was afforded a close-range view of the entity. His subsequent report described a creature of immense muscularity, standing between 7 and 9 feet tall and measuring approximately 4 feet across the shoulders. Boy, that is a big bugger, boy. Big bugger, yeah. And the most unsettling characteristic, if that wasn't unsettling enough, was its apparent lack of a discernible head. The creature appeared to be massive, the rounded torso that sloped into powerful shoulders. And the skin was described as stark white, hairless, and, quote, slick as a seal, close quote. White? White. Boy, that is weird. I never heard that. Very strange, yeah. Wow. Yep. And no discernible head. Yeah, but, you know, they think with some of the other sightings that its shoulders, you know, and it's so muscular that, like, its head sits pretty far down between the shoulders. You know what I mean? Yeah, like going forward. Yeah. So depending on the view you had of it, there's no head. If you're looking at it from behind, you might not think there's a head. Kind of like a muscular hunchback. Yeah, yeah, yeah, super muscular. And of course, you're seeing something where you're like, what the heck is this thing, right? Yeah. What is it? Yeah. So terrified by the proximity of this entity, Cockrell accelerated and fled to his house. And despite the late hour, he contacted two of his close friends, Jerry Morse and Jim Mouser, and convinced them to return to the site. The trio arrived at the Riverside Drive location in Cork Rouse, 1956 Buick. Upon arrival, the creature was no longer visible. However, they discovered clear evidence of its presence. A significant patch of grass was matted and trampled down in the exact location of the sighting. As the group investigated the riverbank, they reported an auditory phenomenon that has since become a hallmark of Grafton sightings. A strange whistling sound. Low-pitched and rhythmic seemed to originate from the direction of the water and follow their movements as they traversed the site. When the party attempted to leave, the Buick experienced a mechanical anomaly, failing to start on many of the first attempts. Huh. Yeah. So it had an effect on the vehicle. Yeah, we've heard that before, some type of potentially electromagnetic interference, right? Yeah, and we've also heard whistling involved over and over with Bigfoot. Yep. so I don't know what's going on there, but a whistling sound. You know, and listen, these are guys, you're living in a very rural area, and the road he was on, he described, this is not a place where people hang out. You know, you're just passing through. Right. But very weird. Go ahead, man. Yeah, so in the days following Cockrell's encounter, the story underwent a rapid transformation from a private concern to a public crisis. Initially, Cockrell's editors at the Grafton Sentinel, which is now known as the Mountain Statesman, they were skeptical and they refused to publish the report for fear that it would appear as, quote, spring fever, close quote, or a tabloid style hoax. However, the decision to publish was forced when the newspaper and local law enforcement were inundated with calls from other residents that saw the creature. Oh, wow. So now we have a lot of backup of this thing wandering around. Wow, now that's saying something, you know. Yep. And then on June 18th, the Sentinel released a report under the headline, Teenage Monster Hunting Party's Latest Activity on Grafton Scene. The article acted as a catalyst for localized hysteria. Hundreds of individuals largely comprised of local teenagers and college students on summer break descended upon Riverside Drive These search parties were frequently armed with baseball bats crowbars and even shotguns creating a precarious situation for local authorities. Wow. Pretty crazy, right? Yeah, because you're going in there looking around, and if somebody's firing a gun, you could get hit without them even knowing you were there. Yeah. So in the coming week, the public disorder reached such a high level, that the local police met with the Sentinel, the newspaper, and sought a means to de-escalate detention. So the newspaper agreed to publish a second article, which ostensibly debunked the initial sightings. So it wasn't that they didn't believe in the sightings, they were trying to de-escalate everyone. I guess it makes sense, right? Yeah, it does. So this was turning into a dangerous situation. Now, what doesn't make sense, Bill, is so to debunk it, they needed an explanation for what he saw. Okay. So get this. The monster was actually an individual pushing a hand cart loaded very tall with white boxes along Riverside Drive. Oh, that makes sense, right? You're just pushing a load of white... I was just pushing two Kenmore washing machines on a handtree. Yeah, large white boxes. I can't even tell you. The only white box I've ever seen in my life was a Macy's gift box. White, but nobody has white boxes. They're raw cardboard. Jeez. Yeah, a shopping cart down. Watch out for that truck. Well, I think it goes further. And maybe this was the editor being forced to do something and being a little funny with it. He said the article, or it says the article famously stated, it's fairly certain that monsters don't go around pushing hand carts loaded with white boxes. Yeah, it's fairly certain that no one goes around pushing hand carts on this stretch of the road loaded with white boxes. I'd like to know how long the road was. Like, where would this guy pushing a sharpened cart be going? From where to where? Exactly. And, you know, if you were even a half-assed detective, you would say to yourself, well, who has white boxes that this gentleman or person could have picked them up in his shopping cart from? Well, yeah, and it gets better if you think about it. You know, the skeptics argued that the hand cart could not account for the organic muscle definition, right? Because they said how defined the muscles were of this creature. Yeah. And then, of course, you know, don't forget the rhythmic whistling that seemed to follow the witnesses. Interesting. Interesting. And you talk about the muscles. Kev, you know, I was speaking to somebody the other night, and I'm going to mention it to you on the air. There was a fellow called Munn, and he did a masterful job. debunking. He was an expert at special effects for the movies and whatnot. He wrote a book, I think he wrote the book, When Roger Met Patty. Oh, yeah. And he did a masterful job from the perspective of an expert in special effects, particularly at that time of debunking a man in a suit as being Patty in that film. You may want to look into that. I think his name was Mudd. I think I saw I've seen that documentary a long time ago. So, yeah, maybe we're taking a part and seeing some of the punch points we could extract from his synopsis of what of him debunking that as being, you know, a man in an ape suit. Yep. So anyways, I digress, but it just came into my head. Yeah, no. So that is that is the beast of Grafton, Bill. It's pretty wild stuff. Yeah, I've seen some images, renditions of the Grafton Monster. And what I've seen, it has a tremendous curvature coming from like mid-back through the tops of the shoulders. and pictures I've seen almost looks like the head is sticking forward like a protuberance from the upper chest. You know, it's weird looking. Yeah, some of them describe it as like a boulder, right? If you can imagine a big boulder standing vertically on the skinny part, you know, small part and the big part standing upward, right? Round like a boulder. It is a weird looking bugger. Or a giant white boulder on a big cart. Yeah. With someone pushing it. Being pushed along the road. Yeah. That's it. See, they didn't come up with that. Yeah, I could push an eight-foot-tall boulder, can't you? Sure, on a hand truck. On a hand truck? I have to have some big wheels on that hand truck. Oh, my God. Oh, boy, oh, boy. I mean, some of this stuff, you know, truth is strange and then fiction, you know. And that's just – I understand what they were trying to do, diffuse what could have been a situation where somebody could have got killed. Well, that was it. You know, people running around probably drinking some beers and shooting shotguns at anything that moves. Shooting at Labrador Retrievers. Yeah, you got a backpack with a case of Schmitz in the back Oh my God So Kev, great stuff What do we have in our listener mail? Yeah, we're going to cover a good letter from Stephen And the subject is overseas big guys Like over the ocean big guys And he says, what's your take on this bugaboo of mine? When I hear stories of Bigfoot sightings on other continents, my skepticism goes way up. How can that possibly be? What's your take on that? Okay, the Tibetan Yeti has captured worldwide renown, but that's the exception. I want to believe, by the way, but I gotta have a body. And by the way, I've been a big man fan ever since I saw the season one final episode of Johnny Quest. set in the Himalayas, when it ends with Ray Spannon sighting a creature high up on the mountain trail. It gave me the creeps as a 10-year-old. I recently watched it with my grandson, Mateo, and we got into the question of real or not. And it's still creepy. By the way, I highly recommend watching it. Yeah, I don't remember that one. I think I might have been a little young for Johnny Quest. I remember seeing it come on and stuff, but I definitely don't remember that one. Do you remember that, seeing the Yeti? No, but what was it? Season one, the last episode? If you're listening, what's his name, Steven? Steven. Steven, if you're listening, can you get back to me with an email telling me the name of the episode? Like, what did they call it? I'd really like to look that up and get a look at it. And I was a big fan of Johnny Quest. Yeah, I bet if you go to YouTube and you put in Johnny Quest season one, last episode or final episode, you'll get it. Everything's up there on YouTube now. Yeah, I love Johnny Quest. Race Bannon, Dr. Quest, Race Bannon, Haji. Haji. I forgot about Haji. Yeah, Haji and the little dog bandit. Bandit. See, now I do remember. When you said Haji and Bandit, I was like, all right. Right. And then, of course, Johnny. Yeah. The namesake of the show. I love that show. So what do you think, Bill? He's skeptical of how there could be Bigfoot on other continents other than the Yeti. I don't know. You know, like, I'm not skeptical of it. No. I mean, you just named another continent with the Yeti. Yeah. So you believe in the Yeti, as do I. And by the way, how could you not believe in my favorite one? Yowie! Yowie is right! Come on, Stephen. The Yowie down in Australia. Yeah. As another continent, separated from all other land masses. Yeah. But, yeah. Yeah, I mean, absolutely could be. And Stephen, you know, one of the big theories about Bigfoot in North America is that it's a descendant of Gigantopithecus, easy for me to say, the giant ape, where they found some fossils in Southeast Asia. Yeah. And that, you know, we know that there was a land bridge. There's significant theory, by the way, that the first humans that populated North America actually came across that land bridge from Asia. Yeah, and we have all of the Vietnam veterans that were in the jungles over there. Many people commented about the rock apes. Yes, exactly. Large apes. These were not chimpanzees. These were big bipedal creatures that had a penchant for throwing rocks. Yeah. And then you have the Orang Pendek, not so big as a Bigfoot. But, you know, we got the swamp ape. You know, there's stuff around out there, man. There's critters, Stephen. Don't doubt them. Otherwise, when you're traveling abroad, you may run into one. Yeah. So you don't believe in me, huh, fella? Yeah, I don't know, man. I've run into a lot of people whose word I take. Oh, yeah. And I haven't seen one, but I say frequently, I don't need to see something to believe. Like the scripture says, blessed are they who have not seen and believe. Yeah, by the way, Bill, I'm planning a pretty good camping trip up in the mountains of New England this summer. So you never know. You never know. prepare to meet the Harry. And I may be carrying more gun than I think I'm going to need. Just saying. Yeah, I would. Wow, that's fantastic. I might have that Indiana Jones shoulder holster with a .44 Magnum in it. How about a leather braided whip? Ooh. All right, good podcast, Bill. Folks, thanks for writing in with ideas for Kryptons in the News. Telling us, you know, if you like the podcast, and all of you tell us you like it. And then, by the way, keep giving us those five-star reviews on your favorite podcast player. They're really important to us. It's virtually the only way we have of attracting new listeners to the podcast. Yeah, great show, Kev. Grafton Monster, Alaskan Bigfoot Yeti, Siding in Pennsylvania. There's stuff going on out there. And remember, folks, if you should find yourself hiking in the woods of Pennsylvania or in Alaska, spring, summer or fall, you best remember one thing, my friends. Always carry more gun than you think you're going to need. Sleep tight. You