The following is John’s Report to our NABS Organization:
My experience with these is limited to around one month (last 30 July to 1 September 2013), but what a month.
I’ll try and give the high points in the following:
I am a retired person (age 70 but very active & fit) , I’m formerly a history teacher (14years) and spent 27 years in the military, 24 of those years in Army Special Forces, so I’m very familiar and not at all uncomfortable in the wilderness (jungle, woods) after nightfall.
That’s how it started
To relax I find the same kind “peace” that some folks find in going to church in slowly driving the swamps just north of my second home in South Carolina.
I have done this often over the past 2 to 3 years, watching wildlife from my vehicle as I slowly drove a rout over unpaved but solid marl roads of about 12 miles, always very late in the night. Now I realize that my frequent drives, late, and pretty much always the same route, made me a familiar sight to these beings. These drives happened in the autumn, winter, and spring and finally culminated in this summer’s event.
First, I never thought about “Big foot” in any particular way, so the night I had an inkling of these beings was rather sudden.
As I drove slowly along this marly dirt road (Aug 30; 2:30 am) to an intersection I’ve turned into many times, I heard 3 distinct and sharp stone impacts. My window was down (hot night) and for a few minutes I sat there wondering what I had heard, mentally running a list of animals I knew of locally (bear-no, deer-no, boar-no, etc.)
I continued on wondering what the hell was that?
I drove another mile or so and realized the sound was the same as flint-knapping I was familiar with. Stopping my car, I picked up a couple of marly road stones and whacked them together, SAME SOUND. I then drove home (about 20 miles) intending to return the following night.
Next night (1:00 am) I drove the entire usual route, stopping the car, and whacking distinctly 3 times-like I heard before. Continued every quarter mile or so. When approaching with in half mile of previous night’s incident, I heard this low bullfrog like sounds, not thinking much about it. I had just whacked the stones again and was about to drive away; when DIRECTLY BEHIND ME -3deafening stone clacks behind my open window; I estimated the sound was either behind and directly above my window-certainly no further away than my left rear car bumper.
Startled, I immediately accelerated, so I could turn my car turn my car around some quarter mile away (this is a very narrow swamp road). Remember this happened in pitch darkness, and I couldn’t see behind my car. Turning around I sped back and saw or heard nothing else. Driving home I started laughing thinking about the merriment that whatever startled me must be having. I decided whoever he was he had a sense of humor!
I was then “HOOKED”!
Next day, (afternoon-daylight) I came back to the isolated spot where I had been “knocked up”, got out of the car, screwed a long stick just off the road (reference point) and left an empty paper coffee cup and candy bar inside under a large tuft of grass behind the reference stick, stood in the dirt road, peed (I was full of coffee and didn’t think anything about it then) and continued on my way, turning around and re-approaching the site within 5 minutes, AND THE CUP AND CANDY BAR WAS GONE. Something had also defecated over my pee, the ground was still moist.
Walking around the site, I could see where something massive had apparently watched me put down the cup and candy bar (not 15 yards), on the opposite side in the swamp. The brush was still flattened.
Now, I was really hooked!
I returned late that same night (around midnight) and knocked-no response until I arrived at the crossroads (scene of first contact) and heard tremendously loud snap and tree fall- about 75 yards away and opposite side of road where original and first stone whacks were heard. I took this as a “trespassers unwanted” and left for the night.
Next day, I left another coffee cup and candy bar, sugared peanuts. That night that was gone, and so left another of much the same (nut candy, salted pretzels) and returning – all gone. I found wrappers on both sides of the road where I have routinely left gifts. The brush was flattened- not like at all like a deer or bear would do (I know the difference.)
So, many days and nights followed where I would leave food and began to hear stone knocks every time I CAME INTO THE SWAMP-DAY OR NIGHT. I am certain there is a family of 5 beings. The younger adults apparently watch the road entry into the swamp at about quarter mile intervals, always a single knock; which causes me to stop, dismount and underhand toss un-shucked corn into swamp where knocks originated. It’s now almost a game! This has gone on night after night-day after day; food drops same spot, food vanishes, stone clacks almost always in the same areas.
I think I’m well known to these fellows.
Not really knowing much about the “Big foot”, I began to research websites, noting that several reported sighting have happened locally years past (refer xxxx website; out of South Carolina) I got a phone call from what can only be described as a strange couple (man & woman) who seemed interested enough to drive (250 miles) and visit. I wish that I had not been as naïve as I insisted they spend the night at my home (after their long drive) and even had Low Country seafood for them after their long drive. The idea was to visit the swamp after dark with me. I was a little surprised that the woman showed up wanting to drink a bottle of wine she had with her and THIS before going into the swamp! I should have picked up on this!!
We drove into the swamp (usual route) and for the first 2 hours- heard absolutely nothing- and as we started to leave a howl (very far away-probably half mile) caused me to stop the car. We sat and listened as the single howl started swamp coyotes yipping all across the swamp. After about 10 minutes stone clacks began around 3 sides of the parked car. They gradually got as close as 20 yards: 3 on one side of road, 2 on the other. I got out of the car a stood around 30 minutes and one being got so close I could hear him moving slowly through roadside swamp water. The female guest in the car, kept complaining “she was sleepy”, but I’m convinced she was very near panic. It got so that I very reluctantly, concluded that night and drove home. I did not want a hysterical female in the car. After retiring I had a very unsettling heart-racing, breathless experience of about 45 minutes that had me so concerned I almost called my wife long distance; where I thought I might be getting ready to die. It finally passed and I fell asleep.
The next morning many apologies followed and, stupidly, I loaned them a detailed journal of all that I had experienced to date. They left and since then I’ve received no “thank you and or a phone request for the loaned journal has gone unanswered. For all I know these two ungrateful strangers may have been Federal “snoopers”. I’m still kicking myself for showing them where all the events unfolded.
I was told by a visiting male, that I had probably been “Tazered” a term I was then unfamiliar.
Repeated visits to the food drop site and repeated pickups. A gift (sun bleached gold colored beer can) appeared very near the food drop site, followed by an orange flashlight reflector stuck on a branch, gifts? I have them; the last “gift” was a 16” long beautiful Blue Heron feather. Just before returning to Georgia (we have two homes) the big alpha male (I call him BUBBA) standing on the road side as I stopped. I could hear him make two distinct steps in dry brush; which I think was very deliberate, perhaps “testing” me if I feared him. This was within 10 feet of where I sat in the car.
A few days before returning home to Georgia I left a teddy bear with the food. I had placed the doll in my shirt for several hours to put my scent on it assuming scent has something to do with something.
It apparently made a hit at that night’s food drop THERE WERE FIVE SETS OF EXTREMELY ROUND YELLOW EYES watching me as I left food at usual place. It was almost “cute”…. And the very last night’s food drop was probably the most interesting of all; as I APPOACHED, THE WELL USED FOOD DROP SITE; WHERE BUBBA WHACKED STOES LOUDLY ABOVE MY CAR. I GOT OUT OF CAR, PLACED FOOD IN USUAL PLACE, AND IN THE CORNER OF MY EYES, I COULD SEE HIM CLEARLY PERCHED ON A MASSIVE PINE TREE LIMB THAT STANDS ABOUT 15 YARDS AWAY. I do not think he was hiding in the least and am wondering if it is possible to eventually hand him his food-literally… I did not acknowledge him, pretending not to see him, but called out as I left, “Goodnight, Bubba”…
That’s the main points
I have found another group (not friendly) about 5 miles away and two others that seem to “like me” as they never fail to “knock me up; as I pass a certain area where I have in past times run over and deliberately killed large poisonous snakes (all large copperheads). I think these two saw me do it, and the following day it was stretched out perfectly straight in the middle of road (it had been run over on road edge) followed by a snake (black snake) with head squeezed flat. I think this may have been another “gift” as snakebite must be a real unrealized problem with these beings.
July 30th 2013:
My FIRST experience with “bubba” (the first time I became aware of him is when I first heard his stone knocks) on this date.
Aug. 26th 2013:
I find cup and honey bar- gone- no trace of rapper or cup, several single wood knocks, vicinity of trail, about 250 yards off of main road onto the dirt road.
Aug. 27th 2013:
Found those missing rappers and the cup, a little further away, Found a 9 ½” inch foot print; which might be 13” inches long if it was running! It was located in the middle of a mud puddle: up a trail from the night of Aug. 25th 2013 report. Where, I had 3 to 5 beings around the car making clacking sounds. Foot imprint was very distinct (probably a juvenile) as it was wide and took a photo. 5:00 pm heard two areas, near intersection of the dirt roads; which sounded like “metallic” cat purring (deep) but irregular. 10:20 pm, stopped to see if red plastic dup was at the feeding station, but it was gone. But, as I was getting out of the car, I heard 2 very distinct footsteps in the road side brush, so decided not to get out of the car but instead I left the food cup in the road by just opening the door and setting it out on the road. Whatever it was in the dark, it was about 15’ from me, so decided to go home, I was tired.
Aug. 28th 2013:
BAD LUCK!!! The forestry department was having a controlled burn off of the woods underbrush over the entire area of contacts. Additional burning scheduled probably tomorrow as told by the wildlife manager driving a count pick-up truck. The area to be burned is the exact area of my food drop site; as opposite side of today’s burn off. Last night’s food drop off was gone however. I left another red plastic cup with 2 nut bars, and seven fresh hushpuppies, (from restaurant on main highway), at unfriendly group. This afternoon late, I drove down a previously unexplored road at the top end of this one dirt road and ended up in a cull de sac (then turned around in clear area) this is deep into these woods. My clacking stones were within minutes answered by imitation frog sounds, including a good imitation of a rattlesnake! There were about 3 different (sound) areas. After 15 minutes, I heard rapid wood knocking (very distinct) probably about 200 yards deep into the woods. I left a red plastic cup with a honey bun and an apple pie pastry. This is a new area and food left about center of turnaround clearing.
Aug. 29th 2013:
Food drop gone on the dirt road, and found 1st red cup on the opposite side of the road. Drove to new site, and the food was still in the cup, (not disturbed) at the cull de sac. Clacking brought 2 faint responses, so departed toward the dirt road intersection and clacked stones a few times before continuing. Heard distinct loud roadside clacks causing me to stop and drop food in the road. I clacked twice drive on. This happened at 5 intervals 100 and 200 yards! Ran out of food so drove down to main highway and picked up 5 honey buns, and drove back into my area and clacked, in and out, with no response. Found that 3 of 5 food drops were gone, and were probably picked up by a lone pickup truck going into that area.
Aug. 30th 2013:
Took recent contact Phil with me, and showed him my clacking sites on the way to the food drop site. Last night’s drop was gone! Explored burn area opposite food drop area approximately 50 to 60 yards deep, and found scattered wrappers. Left head of lettuce, loaf of bread, honey buns and a teddy bear at the food drop site. Showed Phil 2 structures one near the bridge on main dirt road; which is the area of the unfriendly group, and not Bubbas bunch. Drove to the upper dirt road to the ponds where we clacked and clacked. We heard faint wood knocks and numerous frog returns for over an hour and a half. Returned to food drop site, and as we approached, heard loud clacking and got out of vehicle and food was gone! Saw Bubba in a pine tree about 25 to 30’ feet up the tree trunk. Left 5 honey buns. I didn’t let Bubba know that I saw him in the tree, almost comical!) Drove to main highway, and turned around and headed back, heard 3 clacks while driving and underhanded tossed pastries onto the side of the road at the clacks. Food was not picked up so turned around and went home.
Sept. 1st 2013:
Again 8:30 pm, very heavy rain and thunderstorms at home site, but subsided as we, Phil and I entered our research area he in one vehicle and I in my vehicle, so he could leave early. Also, wanted to get Bubba and family use to Phil’s SUV; where we agreed to meet at the upper cross roads by the ponds at 10:00 pm. I gave him a 10 minute head start, I followed, no clacks, but after reaching the high tree area my vehicle was showered with leaves in three places! Bubba’s family is in the trees tonight. It was absolutely still, as in now wind; were many leaves were coming down in the darkness! Which was a real good feeling, (from these wonderful creatures), probably a thanks for last night’s food drops; when responding to clacks. Arrived at last night’s food drop (GONE), as usual these guys are real eaters. Left plastic bag with log style salty Pretzels; (all animals crave salt). Continued on to meet Phil, and told him about the “leaf shower” of my vehicle. He Phil had gone to the second area site that I showed him yesterday, and his food drop was gone too! I think that there are different family groups than just Bubba’s, and this group I believe is the “unfriendly group” this group seems to be only 3 to 4 in number, but only a guess at this time. Bubba’s family is stone clacking and these usually imitate frogs and utilize wood strikes. Phil left, had to go to work in AM, so I backtracked and only heard one stone clack about 300 yards below where Phil and I met at the intersection. Continue back to food drop site on the main dirt road, but Bubba’s food was still in place. I Left 2 plastic containers of apple and cherry pastries along with previous salted pretzel logs. Hope those guys brush their teeth good! As I neared the dirt road that leads out to the main highway, heard 3 stone knocks widely separated. Stop vehicle, clacked twice, (my call sign) and an underhanded toss of an unsheathed corn on the cob into the darkness in the vicinity of knocks. It looks like they came down out of the trees and resumed their usual “stations” along this dirt road. Phil will continue this set food routine in general as I must return to my home state in the AM. If I didn’t absolutely love my wife, I’d never leave. In one month a “bigfoot” contacted me by his knocks, and within that month my demeanor apparently has given him tremendous trust! Enough trust to remain in place during at least 3 food drops. I am humbled to realize this fact.
The following is an Addendum concerning a very strange experience while this witness was in his research area. For this gentleman who has been in our Country’s special forces for as long as he was, and then to have been concerned over this strange experience; is the reason that I am adding it on to his Report.
Unfortunately my early journal notes haven’t been returned to me. After about 1 to1 1/2 weeks after my initial contact & 13 rock knocks on 30 July 2013 a very strange incident happened over the road route I follow, I noticed a strobe like light flickering in one particular cloud (about ¼ of a mile in width one evening. At first I paid it no attention, but made a mental note that it would probably shorten my usual nightly drive in my research area if a heavy rain was coming. Several minutes later I get a clear view of the cloud backdrop against the sky as this forested area would allow such a visual look. What struck me was that it was without sound at all only a very quick and intense flickering. I knew the difference between “heat lightning” (usually a horizontal flash), but this was a regular almost pulse like brightness, with no sound at all, not even any thunder. It was probably about a mile away when I first noticed it, and tended to remain over head and slightly behind me for a slow 5 mile drive across my research area. I concluded my drive early, because of threat of heavy showers. This episode was a very eerie in fact more “unsettling” than the ongoing contact by far! (For what it’s worth) John X. Xxxxxxx.
NABS Investigator:The following is John’s report to NABS: Richard Hucklebridge
I called and spoke with John on the evening of September 28, 2013; where we went over his report to NABS, and hopefully to gain a little more information on this very special encounter with our large friends. John has introduced me to his friend Phil who he met out in that forested area a little while back. I had the opportunity to speak with Phil also; where he has seen one of these Sasquatch creatures moving across one of those dirt roads during those dark hours. The main reason that Phil started going out to this area to begin with was to clean up after the locale kids who have partied out there, and had left their trash behind; where he Phil would clean up after them, before he ever met up with John.
John got a pretty good view of this Sasquatch he now calls “Bubba”, who he now believes is probably the Alpha male of the group that seems to be the friendliest, and hangs out close to this dirt road intersection in the forested area where he, John, drives on most nights during his recent visit to his second home in South Carolina. Any time these big guys show themselves to us humans on purpose then something is being done correctly!!
Bubba’s description as he noticed while returning the few feet from his feeding station off of this dirt road; where John said that was about 15 or so feet from this tree; where this sasquatch was just sitting on and straddling this big limb with its legs in this loblolly pine tree; which was about 30 or so feet off of the ground. John describes it as being big; as in very thick and he was approximately 6’ to 8’ tall, with light Gray to Black hair.
John viewed this creature out of the corner of his eye as he returned from his feeding station, and even spoke briefly, saying “Good night to Bubba”, but he didn’t want to face it straight on, because he didn’t want to put this creature into a corner; as in a possible defensive situation at that instant, mainly because of how close he was to its location! His friend Phil was only a few feet further away sitting in John’s vehicle when this sighting went down.
At one time John has counted up to five sets of glowing yellow eyes; while sitting in his vehicle near this road intersection. John also has had a shower of leaves dropped on his vehicle; while he was driving real slowly down this dirt road and also while sitting in same in the same area. When John used the term knocked and or knocked-up in his report; where he is meaning to say that they are using rock clacking sounds to let john know that they are in the area!!
I am thinking that this is a unique way of making contact with our large friends; as in the sasquatches getting use to seeing these two gentlemen in their vehicles; where they are driving in and out of this area over and over again, when the sasquatches made the first efforts in making contact with these gentlemen! John is telling me that he does want to have a face to face contact with this Alpha male at some point, and so, will let you know just how that is going to work out!!