Bigfoot TIW 340: Skeptic Hunter From Missouri Runs Into a Bigfoot

that's pretty Lineabord inductors Feels in love is the bend Can you Después de ver las clíkas. Estos están sólo completamente máis. Tear in the woods tonight Branches crack, no moon in sight Always carry more good than you need Or they always 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 hell we will make you bleed Terror in the woods tonight Branches crack, no moon inside And always carry more gun than you need Or the yellowy will make you bleed Yeah Yeah Yeah Sasquatch whisper through the tree 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? Legends rise and hunters fall. Who's the predator after all? 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, Bigfoot Terror in the Woods, Sightings and Encounters, 38 volumes available through our website Click the book link at BigfootTerrorInTheWoods.com And it'll take you where you want to go And check out the shop, folks A lot of cool things in there And now, my brother and co-host, K.J. Sheehan Kev, how you doing, bro? I'm doing alright, how about you? Okay, pretty good Another day off Good Another busy day off. Running around like crazy? Well, you know, your day off, especially when you're solo meal like me. Yeah. There's just, you know, there's always a thing to do here and there, you know. Yeah, I was down in Atlanta, came back last night, worked like crazy today, but got a little break in the afternoon and got to watch the U.S. women's hockey team beat Canada for the gold medal. That was pretty cool. yeah I heard about it I guess it was on Peacock no no it was on regular TV too oh I don't know I don't know why maybe I just missed it I enjoyed watching that skater from the US in the women's short program she won the gold Lou her last name is Lou yeah I missed that oh man boy that girl she can skate man cool and then that other girl what's her name? The little blonde girl with the downhill and the grand slalom and all that. Oh yeah, I saw her win the slalom, right? Yeah, really touching man. Schiffler or something like that? Schiffler, yeah. And she came through a hard road, you know, I think she got injured a couple of years back and was fighting to get back, but man she just blew away the field yesterday. Yeah, it was looking good. Yeah. Couldn't ask for a better person, in my opinion, to take the gold. In both situations. I mean, the woman ice skater was just a joy to watch. So carefree, so expert. Yeah, the skaters seemed better this time around. You know, like, just so artistic. You know, not just leaping, but, you know, pretty to watch. Yeah, incredible flamboyant Flair To their movements and everything Just incredible, man My hat's off to these people I mean, it kind of reminds me of a Bigfoot Climbing up a snowy ledge Yeah, or me Me doing Tai Chi in my backyard There you go The same thing Absolute excellence Fluidity In every movement Do you have like a triple axel in Tai Chi or no? And if you do, I assume you growl. Unbelievable. So how about I get into a couple of accounts here, bro? Yeah, I do have to tell you one thing, Bill. I know I'm going to get somebody mad here, but I did install the Braum bird feeder that you told me about. Oh, yes. Yes, and the squirrels have packed up, and they're heading your way. I think it really is squirrel-proof, because they like split town, man. Yep, well, thanks to my buddy and our buddy Jane up in New Hampshire. Jane, you see, you sold me, I bought two, and now I sold my brother. Yeah, and I bought one, and I was skeptical. I'd probably be buying another one. Yeah, no, they're fantastic. like well-made, you know, and they are squirrel-proof. Yeah, and folks, like I tell Bill about it all the time, I got these safe-cracking squirrels in the backyard. You know, they originally broke into a Vegas casino or two, and then they moved to my backyard. Yeah. I heard one of them is named Fingers, and the other one is named Mumbles. Exactly, exactly. All right, Bill. So what kind of accounts do you have for us today? Well, this first encounter was brought to my attention by a fellow named Matthew Higgins, a longtime resident of the state of Missouri. Missouri, my friends. And here is what Matthew and his friend Chuck encountered while out small game hunting. As I already told you, Bill, this event happened fairly recently, August 23rd of 2015. Up until that point in time, I personally had zero interest in the so-called creature Bigfoot. The reality being that I thought it was a bunch of malarkey. But that was about to change, and in dramatic fashion as well. My friend Chuck and I had left early to do a little small game hunting in the low-lying area of the Ozarks. Chuck was toting his side-by-side 12, and I was actually carrying my trap gun, which was an over-and-under. The two of us had been moseying around for about an hour, and I hadn't run across so much as a squirrel. when we found ourselves coming out of the low woods and into a field of grass and bramble. The two of us were walking quietly in, I guess, what most people would call a form of stalking, ever hopeful that something would emerge at any moment that we could take a shot at. It was then that something very strange in appearance entered into the grass at some distance from us. strange enough that I will do my very best to describe to you what we were seeing at the time I think that I will also tell you up front that what we were actually seeing was the legs and rump of a beast a fact that we didn't know until it stood up we were watching this mass moving through the tall, tan-colored grass, which was sticking out just above it. It was the oddest thing that you could imagine, having no arms, legs, or head, and what appeared to be covered in fur. To me, at the distance, it looked like a gigantic hair-covered ice cream cone in shape, moving through the grass about 75 yards away. There was absolutely nothing about the shape or movement of whatever this was which indicated to us any type of known animal. And yet, there it was moving through the field. Chuck and I stood our ground for several minutes as this mass was moving about to and fro through the grass, and still we had seen nothing more than what I just described to you. It was then that Chuck whispered to me that he was going to fire around and just see what happens. Chuck raised his barrel skyward and whammo! The shot rang out, breaking the silence. Well, that was all it would take to expose what was previously hidden from view. A massive Bigfoot launched up from what was a crouched position into the air in what must have been a leap of four feet. His entire body was now exposed in the air, entirely above the grass before landing once again in the field. This creature swung around where it eventually met eyes with us and began to run across the field at a rate that was incredible to see. It was running faster than any deer that I have ever seen when spooked, and there was virtually no arm movement whatsoever while it ran. The two of us must have been both holding our breath. Because when it reached the wood line and had disappeared from view, we both simultaneously let out a big sigh. One of the craziest things about this encounter, Bill, was how we had first seen it. Not knowing that this beast was something in the neighborhood of, say, nine feet tall. It had been moving through the field virtually bent down in half at the waist for some ten minutes. and what we were seeing was its rump and upper thighs. Why something so large would be doing that and how it could do such a thing is anyone guessed But I only know what I saw and that it When it leapt into the air after the shot was fired it had to be 15 feet in the air having a chest like Arnold Schwarzenegger. We could see a face that was fairly devoid of any hair, and then it landed and ran like the Dickens into the woods. It was the most earth-shaking event in my life to this day. And I'll tell you something, folks. Once again, we have a witness who says, I only know what I saw. And apparently that was good enough for him and Chuck. But is it good enough for you? What do you make of that, Kev? Yeah, and he was a skeptic too, right? Self-proclaimed skeptic. Yep. Thought it was a bunch of hulk. From Missouri, the show me state. Yeah, well, you know. That Bigfoot showed them. Yeah, well, again, you have a couple of guys just good old boys out killing time with a couple of shotguns, hoping to bang a bird or a squirrel. And instead, they have the encounter of a lifetime. Wow. You know, it's interesting. He described it as looking like a hair-covered ice cream cone. Yeah, I didn't follow that description, by the way. Well, think about it. It was kind of strange, but if it was kind of wider at the rump and midsection, because it was actually folded down, like fidgeting around in the grass, head down with its hands, you would see the butt and that midsection area as being fat and then tapering down into the legs. So I think he's, you know, like an ice cream cone with like a scoop on the top. I was thinking maybe he just hadn't had ice cream in a long time. So even a bigfoot looks like an ice cream cone. I'd like to lick that. I need an ice cream cone. I'm seeing ice cream everywhere. Hair colored ice cream. Ice cream with hair on the top. Doesn't even sound good, but I'm seeing it. It's a brand new topping. I think we got to stop at the ice cream shop there. Hair? How can I help you, son? I'd like an ice cream cone. What kind of toppings do you want? I want some hair. Some Bigfoot hair. Bigfoot hair and coconut crunchies. Sorry, I couldn't resist. Absolutely bizarre. It's been a long day. But yeah, quite an encounter. Fantastic. Yeah, you know, Kevin always harkens back to me that people see something because they're looking. And how many people were in the field with them that day? Zero. But they were. Yeah, and they're outdoorsmen. You know, they're out there. Right. They were out there sneaking along, slowly moving along quietly, hoping to get the jump on something, just enjoying the day. A couple of boys out for a little fun. And wham, there it is. I like the way he said, when it leapt, it cleared the grass by four feet. Yeah, 15 feet high, right? Like in a jump. Well, if you figure, let's just say he was right, four feet. Yeah. And he said about nine feet tall. There you go. So if you threw your arms up in the air a little bit, you'd be there. 100%. If that was correct, you'd be there. 100%. Wow. So here's another one here. Now, this is kind of brief but very interesting. This account was told to me by Linda Prentice and her girlfriend, Marsha Stahl, both of which were down to doing somewhat of a party line interview with me at the time. And this is what Linda and Marsha encountered late September 2008. It was late September, Bill, 2008, when Marsha and I had decided to take one of our usual hikes on the Appalachian Trail, from Bulls Bridge to Ten Mile Hill, and perhaps even beyond. This was a regular hike for both her and me, and in fact, I regularly take my dog Murphy in here for an extended walk. This day was the... Where am I now, Kim? Hold on for a second. Take your time. I'm trying to. Oh, okay. What did I do here? I was getting ready to tell jokes. I'm going to start over, folks. All right. We're okay with that. I began a different account that was written on the same page, and I had the second page behind me here. So here we go. Forgive me for the flub. So, no, that's not it either. Oh, no. I'm really screwed up here, Kev. Hold on for a second. All right. We're going to have to go to Cryptids in the News and Other Oddities. Yeah, do that. Do that for a minute while I sort this out Alright, but this is going to be pretty creepy I don't know if you're going to be able to rebound Believe me, I can handle the creep I'm not, I'm telling you Okay, folks, and you, Bill I almost, right up until like a half an hour ago I almost threw this one out Uh-oh Because it has me creeped out Wow, that's crazy Because we're talking about Robert the Doll Oh, my God. Do you know this one? Well, let's just say I'm vaguely familiar with him. Well, he's got this curse on him where people come down with this horrible curse, which we're going to go into, when they mock him and laugh at him and don't follow the instructions in the museum where he's displayed. So nothing that I'm going to say tonight. No, that's my brother laughing, not me. Nothing that I'm going to say tonight is mocking Robert Tadal. Because this is a creep fest, man. It gives me the chills. I don't know if it's going to have the same effect on everybody else. Oh, my God. He's in a museum now? He's in a museum in Key West, Florida. And that's where he is from. Although he was manufactured in Germany way back when. Okay. But he was given to a child who was named Robert Eugene Otto in 1904. Okay, so this is an old doll. Yeah, this is a really old doll. Yeah, and he's actually, they think he's manufactured by Steiff, you know, the German company that makes Steiff bears. Yeah, I have two stife animals here, Kev Is one of them named Robert? I have a little Dachshund And also a bunny rabbit Looks like Peter Rabbit Is it a German rabbit? Ja, das ist German To go with the Dachshund So, well So, this doll Was given to Robert Eugene Otto When he was about four years old back in 1904, and the boy ended up taking the name Gene after Eugene, his middle name, to allow the doll to be Robert. What a weird thing to do. I've never heard of anything like that. He gave up his name to use Robert for the name of the doll he was given? Correct. Boy, that's like Right off the bat, man That sounds like Something you don't want to do You're already kind of like paying homage To a toy Right So this is back in 1904 This doll is 40 inches tall Wow Which there was nothing like that Back in that era, apparently And it's got like the hand-painted face You know, and I It reminds me a little bit Remember those dolls that mom used to collect, Bill? The creepy ones? Annalie Annalie dolls Annalie, yeah, with the little detailed faces painted on the felt And I mean, people love these dolls They creep me out, man Now, Robert, I'm sure, is much more handsome than an Annalie doll I'll tell you something, Kev 40 inches tall It's a big doll, yeah Made by Stife Yeah Whoever bought that back then Even then must have had some money Some serious money, yeah Yeah, because you All of the Stife stuff is Even their bears aren't monstrous Yeah You know, and the two critters I have Are relatively small Yeah But go ahead, I didn't mean to interrupt So Robert Tadal is on display Down in Key West in the Fort East Martello Museum. And you can go in and see him, but there are very clear rules of Robert that are part of the museum's visitor experience. What, did it have a sign there or something? Yes. Oh, my God. And you'll understand why. Wow. These rules, they're quite simple. They dictate that anyone wishing to photograph the doll must first ask the doll his permission with a polite and verbal request. Failure to do so, or mocking the doll's legend, is said to trigger a curse that follows the visitor home. Are you kidding me? I am not kidding. I told you I was getting ready to scrap this one. Yeah, I'd like to hear what some people have to say who thought they were mocking that and did it. Oh, we're going to go there. Oh, really? Okay, here we go. Here we go. So we have everything from this woman, Kathy C., that we're going to go through her little encounter, sudden illness, chronic pain, injuries. Katie, who got cancer immediately after this. Eric D who had three lightning strikes three lightning strikes? three houses he was in got struck by lightning oh my god very close to when he was mocking or failing to ask permission to Robert or both holy cow yeah and then other things you know divorce all kinds of stuff like that It's just incredible You know what I mean? Yeah It's like the detachment Kev, I don't Can I break from Robert to Dahl for a second Or you want me to wait To say something when you're done I want you to wait Before you do another account, you mean? Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's finish this up Go ahead So, let's talk a little bit about Eric D And the lightning strikes So this visitor You know, it's just the letter D. He leaves his last name out. I don't blame him. He visited the museum three years prior to him writing this correspondence. Upon approaching the case, this is the case where Robert is stored, Eric felt a sharp, sudden pain in his chest, which he initially dismissed. Despite the clear signage and his own physical discomfort, he took a photograph of Robert without asking permission. Oh, my God. After his visit, his life was plagued by a series of catastrophic environmental events. His primary residence was struck by lightning on three separate occasions. The same house? Same house. Right after this. Oh, my God. Furthermore a rental home that he had booked for a vacation caught fire and burned down the night before he was scheduled to check in It unbelievable It gets worse Yeah When his family moved to an alternative rental property after it burned down, that house was also struck by lightning two nights later. Holy smoke. And he wrote a letter to Robert that was basically a desperate plea for the pattern of destruction to end. He wrote a letter to the doll? Yes. You see, Kev, I can see clearly what's going on here. And it began with the boy ingratiating some type of demon to inhabit this doll by allowing it to have his name. Yes. And then they furthered it with whatever else happened, including the note, basically telling all that you need to ask permission of this devil to take a picture of it. Yes. You know, this is not an accidental thing. This was begun by ignorant people. Yeah. Well, and where this museum is has a little bit of a play in it. Of course, this is after Robert, you know, grew up with Gene, formerly known as Robert, right? Yeah. So the environmental factors of this fort, Fort East Martello Museum, really can't be overlooked. The fort, it was built during the Civil War. It has a history of tragedy, including it was used as a yellow fever hospital. So back then, you know, a lot of people died there, right? Yeah. Paranormal investigators have since documented over 42 distinct spirits within the fort's masonry walls. And this is used as a museum today or part of it? Yeah, you want me to book your tour down there? Because I'm not going. No, no, I'm not going. You can use my ticket. No, no, burn it. Not Robert, though. Robert would be fine. I don't want to do anything to him. I'll burn him too. You can, but I'm not mocking him in any way, and I'm definitely not taking his picture. Even if he gives me permission, I'm not doing it. So the residual energy of that location may provide the necessary conduit for Robert's activity, otherwise known as a lot of potentially demonic spiritual activity. Right? Yep. So that's crazy. You know, what's bothering me, too, is that we can presume that the parents of Robert, now known as Gene or Eugene, allowed him to go through with this name change for the sake of the doll. He's just an innocent kid, Bill, you know. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, just an innocent kid who likes to run over cats with a lawnmower. By the way, no cats were harmed in the recording of this podcast. Yeah, I'm just saying, man. Oh, you're not off the trail there. Yeah, this is where madness and mayhem begins. So, Bill, that is, I promised you a creep. I think I delivered. And Robert is still in this museum. Yeah, I told you I could book you a trip down there. Who, did I miss it? Who donated this? Or how did it happen to be in the museum? Like, who would take it on knowing the history? His family donated. I mean, you know, Bill, our society is crazy. They're probably waiting in line in the morning to go see Rob. Yeah, to stand there and talk to him. Further giving credence to the devil that's inhabiting this thing. You know. They feed it. You know, in other words, you feed it. The more you draw it in, the more it's going to come in and bring others with it. You know, so I doubt, I doubt that Robert, whatever was in him, was probably solo at one time. But now for all you know, there could be a thousand demons attached to this. Well, and, you know, it started out not in the museum, right? And then it went to this museum, which has this storied past, you know, a bit of a supernatural past as well, with all the death and calamity there. And that could allow it to multiply. Yeah, and I remember hearing about Robert many years ago, and correct me if I'm wrong, and maybe you didn't come up upon this, but there were instances when it was in the house where the eyes would move. Yeah, well, they say that hand-painted face. Like, the logical explanation is that hand-painted face can easily make it seem like the eyes are following you. Which, again, rewind all the way back to Mom's Annalie dolls that she collected that creeped the hell out of me when I was a kid. You remember when she was giving them away? I was like, no, thank you. No, thank you. No, no, please take a couple. No, thank you. No! Let me get back, Kip, to our parents' house and one of Mom's collectibles. And I'm going to bring you down the road about objects. I think I'm not going to be sleeping tonight now. Well, the need to not bring things home from yard sales and whatnot necessarily. So at this time, it was after I had gotten divorced from Gail. and I was shacking up in what they used to call the den, that little room on the corner of the house. Yeah. I had a twin bed in there. It was kind of tight. And mom had this little pottery face on the wall. And when I say little, folks, I'm talking about something maybe slightly bigger than a silver dollar. and it was made out of pottery. It was a face and it was circular like a full moon. It had a big grin on it and the eyes were closed. Now, I could see this thing laying in bed. So here's what happened, and you can believe it or not, like Ripley said. But over a series of nights and a period of time, I don't recall how many weeks it was, I would have this demonic figure approach me in a dream face to face. And it was saying, you're going to go blind. And I would like wake up in a shock. And then days later, it would happen again. You're going to go blind. So this happened on numerous occasions. And one night I sat up and I felt that the Lord said to me, you need to destroy that thing on the wall. It's cursed. I got up. I smashed a mother jumper to pieces and threw it out. And that was the end of the dreams. Now, you can say whatever you want about that. Think whatever you want about that. I know what happened. So, folks, when you're out yard sale shopping, rummaging around for dolls that look like Robert from 1910, odd things, pottery, you don't know who handled that thing. And you don't know the disposition of that individual, what they were doing with it or to it to put it out in the marketplace for sale. There's some freaking evil dudes out there, man. Well, now, I finally got this Bigfoot account sorted out. And I apologize, folks, for that mess up earlier. I think the audience enjoyed the little detour to the demonic Robert the Doll. Yeah, just flipping around. But this rather chilling encounter was brought to my attention by Dennis Ryder, a longtime resident of the state of Idaho. This is what happened to Dennis while elk hunting in October of 2006. October 12th, Bill, 06, my hunting partner Eddie and I were heading into the hill country of northern Idaho. Now, this is where my friend Rich is building a house, by the way, in the hope of scoring our first bull elk of the season. The plan for the morning was that Eddie was going to circumvent the mount while I made my way up to the ridgeline. We had put a timeline together on how long we believed it would take me to get to the top, as well as for Eddie to get into position on the other side. After a steady and rigorous climb of over an hour, I made it to the ridge and was positioning myself in an area where I believed an elk, if there was one, would be funneled into running up the slope to get away from Eddie. the plan being that Eddie would begin a somewhat noisy flush of anything on the opposite slope thereby driving them up the ridge where I would be waiting for them so I had been sitting on this ridge for about 25 minutes having after having made the climb and as of yet I hadn't heard anything of Eddie coming from below Without warning, I heard the sound of hooves running on the gravel coming up the wash that I was hidden there. And a spiked elk came bolting up the slope, leaping over the other side only 25 feet away from my position. No sooner had I turned my head to watch the spike make its leap, than did I hear what I will describe as a deep guttural breathing, coming from where the buck had ascended through the wash. This breathing was accompanied by the sound of rocks crunching unlike the sound of the elk's small hooves had made. Mind you, what I'm talking about happened in a matter of seconds, not minutes. I had just turned my head in response to this new sound coming up from the gravel wash when a Sasquatch, with what appeared to be two fast leaps, had ascended about 20 feet of this wash and stopped directly in front of me. Now he was looking directly at me in the exact spot where I had seen the spike leap over the ridge, only 25 feet away. There was nowhere to run, Bill. Nowhere to hide. The volume of its breathing was intense, and I was watching its chest pump in and out with every breath it took. In its right hand, it was holding what appeared to be at least a 10-pound rock, and it was now rolling it around in its hand like a major league pitcher selecting his grip for a pitch with a hardball. I lowered my gun. He started to rotate his head and began to make what I will describe as a low roar or growl. Similar in sound and volume to that made by a lion at the circus, the sound of which penetrated my very being. I cannot believe being there. I can't fully say why I didn't pull the trigger immediately. But in the moment, as I look back on it, I believe I was uncertain if one bullet would have taken it down. My thought being that before I could chamber a second, possibly I would be a dead man. I could now hear Eddie shouting faintly from below in response to having heard the growl which the beast had made. But I wasn't going to shout in the presence of this monster. At the same time that I heard Eddie voice this creature had turned in response to it flung the rock sidearm down the slope in Eddie direction He then clenched his fists which were the size of basketballs and showed me his teeth To me, the facial expression of that Sasquatch that it was now making said to me, I am going to kill you and kill you now. It was then, Bill, that I pulled the trigger. I hit it squarely in the neck, and it fell to the ground holding its throat and screaming. Eddie's voice was much louder now, but there was no way he could come any faster. The slope was very steep. I was now shouting at him while fumbling to chamber another round. This was a single shot bolt action rifle, and I dropped a round while stumbling through trying to put it in. I was shaking so hard I couldn't function, and this beast was now back on its feet and screaming with blood pouring down at its chest. With one superhuman leap, it launched itself down the slope and disappeared. whining and screaming as it did so. I started to shout to Eddie that I was all right, and 10 minutes later he made it to my position. When he asked me what had gone down, and as I began to tell him, he could not believe it. I showed him the blood on the ground where the Sasquatch had fallen, told him of everything that had happened. He said to me that when he heard the roaring, he didn't know what to think. It didn't sound like a bear to him, and yet he thought that a bear had attacked me. After all, what else could it have been? This creature was so close to me that I could smell him, and he stunk badly. The odor was along the lines of roadkill and an open cesspool, and after it had gone, the smell was still permeating my nostrils. It was so bad that it almost seemed toxic to me. In fact, when Eddie had reached the ridge, he said, what's that stink? It was all of five feet wide at the armpits, probably better than six or seven feet tall at the shoulders. Its jaw protruded outward and its brow was overhanging its eyes, which gave it a very strange appearance. The entire body had scraggly brown hair on it and appeared to be filthy dirty from head to toe. When it was showing me its teeth, they were both blackened and yellowed, and what I would call its bicuspids were about a half inch longer than the rest of its bite. I can't see how it could survive a shot to the throat with all the blood that was coming out of its body, but it was able to get up and flee. This animal, and I do mean animal, had come up the slope that we struggled with as though it was nothing. Yes, it was breathing heavy, but it had obviously chased the elk up the hillside, which is no easy task. The fact that it was also clutching this boulder told me, anyway, that it was a weapon that it intended to use against the elk when it got close. His hands and feet were massive, and the bodily hair overhung the sides of his feet like it was fringe on a decorative pillowcase. It was the most incredible thing that you can imagine experiencing, Bill. And yet, I more than likely could have died that day had it not been for Eddie calling out to me. Something I will never know. Bizarre. Whoa. vivid descriptions, too. Yeah, I mean, you know, call it like it is. When you're standing there, you know what you see. And it wasn't a friendly Bigfoot. No, and this is, you know, this is the whole point, Kev. You have no idea the disposition of a creature. Often not until it's too late, right? And look, when it heard Eddie, he said, It took this boulder that it was twirling around in its fingers and just flung it like in a rage down towards Eddie's voice. Like it was it was P.O. that these two guys interfered with catching that little spike if it could have caught it. Really bizarre. Wild encounter. Yeah. And a shot. I bet you that thing died. I bet you that thing just with the pure adrenaline sounds like a fatal shot right yeah blood pouring out probably an arterial shot bleeding out but just like any animal you hit them they run aways and they drop you know I've heard of people hunters getting a solid lung shot where foam was coming out of the beast and blood and And it took them a couple of hours to hunt the beast down, and it was quite a bit away from where the fatal blow took place. Absolutely. You're right. I mean, they're just running on adrenaline. It's hard to believe. I wonder. Humans can't do that stuff. No. I mean, unless they're running. You know, these animals, whether it's a deer or whatever, they're just so much quicker, too. You know, they can cover some amazing ground Compared to a human Yeah, a few fair sleeps And they're, you know A couple of hundred feet away from you But what a crazy encounter, huh? And that followed with Nasty Robert the doll I'm not laughing at Robert, by the way Yeah, I am Not me Yeah, creep Total creep fest and I'm not getting any Annalie dolls when I go up to New Hampshire this summer. That's where they make them, you know, up by Lake Winnipesaukee. Yeah, I know. I actually have a couple of them. Did you ever go to the factory? No, but I like the ones I have. I have some beautiful Annalie Christmas ornaments. Okay. And nothing creepy about them at all. They're just beautiful. And someday I'll get back to setting up the tree a little bit in my own way, But I haven't done it since Paula passed. Have you been to the Annalie Doll Factory? No. See, I've been there. Mom used to make me go there. So that could be part of fear. She make me go there. Well, I was a kid. I had to go. Yeah. I don't want to go. I was like, well, come on. Even if it wasn't a creep fest, who wants to go to the doll factory? Yeah. One of my friends might see me here. Hey, Kev, what are you doing to the doll factory? And this wasn't like Build-A-Bear or something like that, you know. This was a creepy doll place. Yeah, Build-A-Devil. Here, look at the hand-painted face. Don't the eyes seem to follow you around the room? This is a perfect doll for you, son. Look at the little snarl on its face. No, those aren't horns on its head That's just his hair and a twist Alright, alright, you ready for some listener mail? I am, I think Alright, we got a letter came in from Joan And it's about our new intro music Fantastic Hello KJ and WJ, I've been listening since you started the podcast And I continue to love and look forward to every episode I'm writing to ask you more information About the new rock music piece At the start of the podcast Who wrote it? Excuse me, who sings it? And who is the band? Please, I have to know I've been playing the intro to the most recent episode Over and over to learn the words and sing along Thanks so much for all you do, Joan Well, Joan, at the moment I can't divulge that information. But I will, hopefully, at a future date. I'm trying to organize getting this thing onto iTunes, where some interesting parties could download it, you know, a little MP3, and put it on your phone and listen to it. But until that time, I'm not going to say anything about it. But, you know, Kev, on YouTube, there's a lot of – By the way, folks, if you listen to the podcast on YouTube or here or wherever, subscribe, particularly on YouTube, because it's a way of me knowing that you're there and you're listening. Now, some people do subscribe, people, Kevin. I do know listeners. But it's kind of a weird thing. Yeah, we get more stats when you listen to the podcast than when you listen on YouTube, that's for sure. Yeah, but a lot of people on YouTube have commented that they like the song a lot, and a couple have said they don't care for it. You know, we knew that would happen. Oh, absolutely. Yeah. It's like, you know, I like Led Zeppelin and somebody likes The Grateful Dead, you know? Yeah. But it's our song It rocks out And as you know It has great reference To my books To our podcasts To the show So onward and upward Bill just generally We had a few more emails About Johnny Quest Because we started out Talking about the Yeti episode And as you know Bill I went and found it on YouTube at least a clip from it and watched it right um and steve wrote in and he said it's actually season one episode 25 and it's called monster in the monastery and bill as you know i started watching it a little bit on youtube not just this episode but others and i had forgotten like you know what a quality show that was yeah incredible that was back in 1965 You know, Kev, I'm actually writing this down. Season 1, episode 25, Monster... In the Monastery. In the Monastery. Yeah. Which explains the Tibetan priest in that clip. Yeah, absolutely. I saw the clip too, Kev, as I told you, but I couldn't find the full episode and I wanted to watch the whole thing. Well, now you should be able to find it somewhere. You know, it shows you, Kev, how many people were fans of Johnny Quest. That was incredible. No, and I had forgotten about it because I was very young when that was on. You know what I mean? But when I started watching the clips, I was like, oh, yeah, I remember this. Yeah, you know, it's actually a pretty cool cartoon if you're into cartoons. It's very well made. Very well made. Yeah. An adult to watch. Yeah. Like, I could watch some of them now. Absolutely. Absolutely. That was a surprise. Because sometimes you have memories of something, and then you put it on, and you're like, ooh, this is pretty terrible. But not in this case. Pretty well done. So hats off to the Johnny Quest folks, if their heirs are still out there. So that's it this week, Bill. Folks, if you're listening out there, thank you, of course. And leave us a five-star review when you get a chance, even if you've left us one in the past. And keep writing in. We'd love to hear from you. and you write to us at BigfootTerryInTheWoods.com under the Contact Us. We read all of the email and we'd love to hear from you. Absolutely. And remember, folks, you should find yourself in the woods of the Southland, Idaho, Missouri, wherever you may be. You best remember one thing, my friends. Always carry more gun than you think you're going to need. Sleep tight.