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Thursday, June 08, 2023

Michigan Man Recalls Several POSSIBLE BIGFOOT Encounters

A Michigan man recalls various incidents in which he believes that he had encountered a Bigfoot. He also tells an account about his great-grandmother shooting a Bigfoot in Texas.

"My mother was born and raised in Texas and she would visit her grandmother in Anna, Texas. This is a story my great-grandmother told my mother and my mother told me. She lived out in the country and raised chickens and was a tough old pioneer woman. Her husband had died and she was alone on the farm.

It was the early 1900s. She had chickens being stolen so she had a shotgun by the door to catch whoever or whatever it was. Once, she woke up in the middle of the night to chickens making a racket. She said that she saw a very tall hairy creature standing on two legs in the pen. She blast one barrel at the creature and it turned to run. She shot at it with the other barrel. She insisted the story was true and had a peppered front porch railing and posts to prove it.

My dad's brother had a cabin near Leroy, Michigan. He would take my brother and me to his cabin on many weekends during the year. When I was around 14 years old and my brother was 12, he taught us to hunt and fish, and shoot guns. We never missed a chance to go with him as he had no children. He also had a huge German Shepherd that was fearless.

On one occasion, we were walking on state land with the dog. It was the middle of the day in the fall. The path we were on led us around this small hill about 10 feet high. We could see over the woods. Then suddenly it went quiet, but soon it sounded like a freight train coming through the woods towards us from the hill. The dog went crazy and it took every bit of strength my uncle had to hold him back. He went up there to fight whatever was coming at us. I think I could safely say we were terrified except for that dog. It was running on two legs with heavy pounding feet. The branches were breaking.

Then just as it should have come crashing over the little hill it went completely silent. Nothing. The dog went quiet but kept looking at the top of the hill where this thing should have been. We waited for a bit. My uncle said we should go back. No words were spoken on the trek back and it was never spoken of until I started watching your videos. There are a couple of old guys talking about an incident that happened years and years ago. My uncle's long gone but I wish I could go back and ask him about that day.

Back in 1969, during the winter, we couldn't get up the road to the cabin as the snow was too deep. We pulled over and pulled our supplies up the road in a toboggan. My dad's other brother came up with his snowmobile. We had fun until it was time to go. It was a Sunday evening as we packed up our things and trudge back down to the cars. It was dark and snowing and my uncle had left his car keys back up at the cabin. I told him I'd walk back and get the keys. it took me about a half hour to get back up there. I grabbed the car keys and started to make my way back down the two-track through the woods.

I had only gone a little way when I heard branches breaking, like something was following me down the hill. it was off to my right side paralleling me. It was close but I couldn't see anything. All I had was my hunting knife, so I pulled it out and began running down the hill, knowing any moment I was going to be attacked. I've never been so afraid.

Just then I heard my uncle's snowmobile coming up the hill and his headlights shining at me. He had decided I was taking too long and pulled his machine off the trailer to find me. He passed me and drove up a way to turn around. I was back at the vehicles when my other uncle came back. He asked me if I had lost my knife. I guess I dropped it in the snow running down the hill. It should have been buried in that deep snow but my uncle said it was on top and easy to spot. I never told anyone what really happened or why I had my knife out of the sheath.

In the 1980s, I was married and living in Dorr, Michigan, about two hours south of my uncle's cabin. There were lots of woods and living in a nice house. One summer, in the middle of the night, we both woke from a sound sleep by what sounded like a woman screaming at the top of her lungs. My wife was terrified when she asked me if I heard that. Knowing she had heard it and I wasn't dreaming I jumped up, put my pants on, and grabbed my pistol. Whatever it was started screaming again and I ran into the woods. I was shining my flashlight all over but not seeing anything. I stopped and stood still for a long time and slowly walked back to the house. I told my wife it was probably a rabbit getting caught by a fox or coyote and never spoke about it again. That scream that we heard that night was no rabbit or owl and I've heard them both."

Transcribed Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Ip-M25sye8



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