NABS Report # 63, by Investigator Richard Hucklebridge
This sighting story that you are about to read was first told to me by this eye witness; where after listening to this story of Stewart’s I just knew he was in a real life situation; where he, at that time, thought that he may not come out of that situation alive. I advised him to write it up so that I would get everything right, but it would have been a second hand story at best; where this witness wrote such a compelling retelling of his encounter that he described to me by phone that we decided to let his written story stand, and so you will be hearing from this witness’ with a firsthand account of what occurred in this sasquatch encounter.
Stewart’s interest in the Bigfoot/Sasquatch phenomenon developed quite unexpectedly after he and his son had a large, cinder block sized object flung at them while they were night fishing along a remote, heavily wooded creek bank in North Texas. He knew this feat was not humanly possible, but at the same time, no animal that he was aware of could do something like this. He eventually stumbled onto a Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization’s stories on the internet and this is where he became involved in this highly complex subject. Stewart would like to relate one of his close encounters with this highly elusive subject. He has record it in sworn affidavit form, because it is the whole truth of what happened to him that evening. Please be advised that I have removed those places and have changed names to protect this writer and those places where the Sasquatch are or have been staying. This is his story; as written by this witness:
In mid April, 2011, a Native American drum making workshop was being hosted on private land that was located along a tributary creek feeding into Xxxxxx Lake, Oklahoma. I had previously met and conversed with the land owner at a recent Bigfoot/Sasquatch conference. She had regular interactions with her friends, “The Forest People”. She even referred to some of them by name, which at the time, sounded far too incredible for me. On the other hand, I perceived her to be very honest, open and sincere with her experiences with no hidden agenda.
My perceptions at that time were these subjects were nothing more than an undiscovered primate animal lurking about in the wooded areas of North America. Being an experienced investigator and finding this person’s demeanor open and truthful really tweaked my interests considerably. I jumped at the chance to travel out to her land when a Native American work shop invitation was sent to me via email. I wasn’t a bit interested in making drums, but planned on using this time to explore this remote and very unique land area.
I arrived at the Xxxxxx Lake, Oklahoma location early Friday, February 15, 2011. The elevation of the area is about 600 feet above sea level and has rolling, heavily wooded hills and creek valleys. The weather was cool, partly to mostly clear with day temperatures reaching into the high 50’s and then dropping down to chilly low 40’s at night. A sustained southeast wind blew most of the time we were there.
The group which attended the workshop numbered about 25 folks. A number of them were of full or mixed blood Native American lineage. The Bigfoot/Sasquatch subject was not a focus of the gathering and was not openly discussed much among this group. I paid for the food and lodging portion of the costs and then hung out in the surrounding woods during the day workshop activities. The host had no problems with this other than the added stipulation of not revealing any specific locations of this land area to any other third party.
I spent the better part of two days hiding out in the woods by myself. I heard various calls, wood knocks and movement activity, but no visual sightings. Something was definitely moving about out there, but not getting close to me and keeping a good safe distance. On the workshop lunch break of the second day, four ladies from the group went out on a short hike on the north side of the property. They came back less than an hour later gushing about how they had just seen a Bigfoot peeking at them from behind a tree. I was a bit envious, having spent much more time out in the woods hoping for a sighting! These ladies spent less than an hour of their time and saw one! It just didn’t seem fair! It’s kind of like fishing all day and not catching a thing, and then someone just arrives, walks up beside you and hooks a big one in a few short minutes!
On the later afternoon break of the workshop, I talked two of these ladies into taking me back to the precise location where they saw the Bigfoot. On the way out there, we discovered one bare footprint along the edge of the meadow. On reaching this location, we waited and scanned the area. In a few short minutes, we could hear heavy movement in the brush about 100 yards down the hill towards the creek.
I took out my pocket mini cam with a 30X monocular and began scanning the area taking videos. I captured a subject peering back at us from about 150 yards away. It wasn’t an animal, but moved very human like. I have since downloaded it to U-tube titled “Young Bigfoot Caught Peeking”. He looks very human like at some angles, very different at others. The video is shaky and distorted, but still amazing none the less.
I was happy to have seen something at a distance, but still wanted to see one of these elusive subjects up much closer! Later that evening, I was back in the woods by myself. I sensed they were close and watching. Becoming a bit frustrated, I began to reach out to them in a very direct manner.
“I just want to clearly see you!” I spoke out facing the dense section of woods. This action was very significant to what happened to me later that night. No one from the group was even close to there! This was to be the start of my change of thinking, as to whom and what was living out in the woods! I would soon learn they are much like us some ways and very different in others.
“I will not hurt you or reveal your dwelling location to another” I continued. At that point, an associate attending the work shop contacted me via my walkie-talkie radio, asked me where I was and then advised he would be moving towards my location. After arriving, he related seeing movement in the thick brush off to my north. That something big had been standing there apparently watching me. He could see it move away on his approach.
Later that evening, a scheduled fire side service began with wooden flute music, drum beating, chanting and dancing. After participating in several ceremonies, I eased away from the group in one direction moving well out of sight in the dark, then flanking back towards the opposite side of the gathering. I was doing this to insure that someone from the group would not know exactly where I was. I wasn’t expecting any tricks or pranks from the folks there, but at the same time, making previsions to insure that kind of stupid nonsense wouldn’t easily happen without very coordinated and focused efforts.
I had spent several hours out there in the brush, scanning with my night vision scope. The time was now well past midnight. I was watching the tree line bordering the adjacent meadow, hoping to see and video any movement. Suddenly a figure moved out of the tree line and into the meadow back on the north side. I began to video it, hoping to capture a curious Bigfoot. I soon realized it was the land owner host. I had seen her move into the north side of the meadow in another location about 30 minutes earlier. What caught my attention was she was not walking back towards the fire side gathering, but instead, was walking towards my hidden location several hundred yards to the south.
She never wavered and walked right up to me! “How did you know I was here!?” I questioned, quite surprised at being found out here in a secluded area of hiding.
“The Forest People told me where you were and that I should come and get you” was her reply. I was a bit astonished at her words, yet still cautious of being setup. If it was a setup, those participating in it would have had to have excellent night vision capabilities to avoid my detecting them!
Would you like to go see them?” she continued. At this point, I knew this was not mere coincidence! Her finding me and these words sealed it! Someone or something had heard and understood my query back in the woods. Now, whether it was still a prank, or for real, I told her a firm yes.
“One rule is that you do not use any lights or cameras unless you ask me first” she instructed. “They do not like these items that are held up to your face, is that clear”? I affirmed yes and we began walking back north, still a distance from the group.
We moved to the north side of the fenced in pasture and paused by the closed cattle gate. The host then began to call out, using several names I do not recall. Immediately, I began to hear heavy footfalls that began moving through the thick brush towards us! They started several hundred yards due east and steadily moved through the thick heavy underbrush toward us. Another set began toward us from the north east and then a third set quartering to our south.
This was very thick Oklahoma woods that I would have difficulty moving through in the day time. I saw no lights what so ever, but could clearly hear the steady movement coming closer! I was still vaguely skeptical, but anyone going through this much trouble for a simple prank, pushing through the remote woods at night would have to be nearly insane or very desperate to prove a point and get very little personal gain in return!
At some point, I began to feel this overwhelming presence and the feeling of being watched as the steps moved to within about 20 feet of the tree line and stopped. It was a similar feeling to being surrounded by a high tension, static electrical field, which makes your hair stand up on end. A very pronounced feeling and presence that is difficult to explain, but real none the less.
I was now sure something besides a few pranksters was out there in the brush and asked my host if I could use my night vision scope to possibly view them. She said yes and I turned on the scope, but it wouldn’t work! I recycled the switch and it still didn’t work! I was freaking out at this turn of events because it was a brand new item and I had no trouble with it the two previous nights! Now it suddenly wasn’t working!!
“It won’t work” I told her. She just smiled back at me and told me to try it now. It turned on and was working fine now. It was very hard for me to fully comprehend why it did this at this point, but I knew for sure, a few jokers in the brush could not have caused this anomaly with my night vision scope! Something was very close I had no quick answers for.
The scope was not a FLIR and could not penetrate far into the brush. I couldn’t see a thing, but could feel something was out there very close and intently watching us. The growing anxiety of the unknown gripped me. I don’t do vulnerable very well and I was now beginning to feel very overwhelmed and quite susceptible. Something I didn’t understand was unfolding and the only trust I now had was in the host’s extremely calm demeanor.
“Would you like to now go inside there and see them?” she asked. If the host had been a man, I would have probably declined at this point, but my testosterone pride just would not let me wimp out in front of a woman. I replied with a somewhat tentative yes, thinking “What am I getting myself into?” and we moved through the gate and down the brush line for about 100 feet.
The trail went off into the woods. I was right behind the host, following her in the direct moonlight. Once inside the dark canopy with lesser light, I could barely see her and followed very, very closely behind her. I could hear stirring and movements all around us in the brush, but was a bit fearful to look, keeping my eyes on the host’s dim form moving in front of me. There were crushing of leaves and stirring branches all around us, but I kept my eyes forward staying close, knowing the host was their friend and my security blanket at this point!
I felt totally wide open and completely exposed. I was in middle of their house now and couldn’t see them! This was not in my comfort zone at all!
We turned off the main trail at about 100 yards distance and onto an intersecting path. We moved about 50 feet down it and came to a clearing that was about 20 feet in diameter. It had two metal folding chairs sitting in the middle. This was the secluded meeting place the Forest People would meet with the host. It was a place that she rarely, if ever, brought a visitor until now and was a direct response to their specific instructions to her.
We stopped and she began to speak out to them again. I stood close beside her and could see dark shapes moving about but nothing clearly because of the low light conditions. Something happened to me at this point that am very difficult to fully explain unless a person has specifically encountered it, but it happened to me none the less.
Very clearly in my head (Not with my ears) the words, “Why are you carrying a gun?” sounded. I was shocked at this very distinct question! No one there at the meeting knew I was carrying a 45 ACP discreetly tucked away on my person. It is a habit many from active and retired law enforcement legally do and no one will ever see or know it is there! In this case, I don’t know how, but this voice speaking in my head was clearly aware of it!
I was stunned at this chain of events and thought I just might be imagining these words. Then they came back to me about 10 times stronger in my head “WHY ARE YOU CARRYING A GUN!!!?” I had no doubt at this time it was the Forest People talking directly to me!
I also can’t explain how I knew how to reply to the voice. Maybe it is a deeply hidden primal instinct we have used in our past and is now a lost art. Somewhere in my head I replied. “It is a tool of protection I have carried on my job. I carried it around my close friends and family. I have never hurt them with it and I will not hurt you now.”
Immediately after my answer, the voice in my head specifically named my host and told me to step away from her. I looked back at the land owner and told her, “They are telling me to step away from you”. She didn’t look one bit surprised at my words and smiled back at me and said “Do what do what they say…”
I have faced many unique and dangerous situations in my life, most in my first public safety career, but nothing ranks even remotely close as to the feelings I had at this point! This was not some inanimate circumstance or situation, but I was close to something very powerful and living that I did not understand! It had reasoning and cognitive thinking, with sensing abilities far beyond my understanding. Again, feeling extremely vulnerable! This was not Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny, but a powerful living presence very close to me!
I felt like I was stepping off the edge of the Grand Canyon as I moved back away down the trail all by myself in the dark. This was certainly way out of my comfort zone and I only hoped and prayed for the Creator’s Devine protection over me at this point. “Whatever happens here, I am in your hands, Lord…” was my prayer to Him.
I walked back to the trail intersection and felt to stop here. I gazed to my left deeper down the trail. Suddenly, a tall figure stepped out from behind a tree about 50 feet away. It was like Ed Sullivan used to do on his show stepping out from behind a curtain. The figure moved out from the tree and right into a beam of moonlight filtering down between the overhead foliage canopies illuminating him like a spotlight.
This guy was massive! He was about 10 feet tall with wide broad shoulders, domed head and covered with long hair. He was at least 800 pounds, maybe more! I could clearly see his face intently watching me. He held is position in the light and began slowly swaying from side to side still watching me.
“Can you see him?” my host asked. “Yes, I can see him and he is swaying from side to side” was my reply. “Sway with him” she answered back.
I have no idea what the significance of this swaying meant, but when I started to do this another Bigfoot rose out of the brush no more than 15-20 feet in front of me! He was not much taller than my 6 foot stature, but considerably much thicker and hair covered. I could see his face which had the expression of total amazement. His eyes were held wide and his jaw hung open as we both looked at each other. Then he silently turned back and looked at the big one, then back to me, doing this several times. The lower half of his body was hidden by the thick brush he rose up out of.
He looked like something right out of a Stephen Spielberg movie, yet alive and breathing no more than 15 feet quartering off to my left!
At this time, one about eight foot high stepped out in front of the tall one then another one stepped out onto the trail in directly in front of me just. I don’t know how I knew this, but she was a young female and was about 6 feet tall. At her feet, I could see a toddler scampering around that was about 2 ½ to 3 feet tall. Being a parent, it hit me like a ton of bricks! I realized the Bigfoot were trusting me enough to allow their young to draw very close and get a real good look at me!
All my apprehension suddenly vanished and I became very relaxed, actually laughing and giggling at this truly amazing encounter. I saw the young toddler finally look up and notice me. It paused and watched me, then all at once, ran towards me with both of its arms pointed up ready to be picked up.
My heart seemingly skipped a few beats realizing this hairy little child was moving towards me wanting to be innocently picked up!! Now I could stand being close to these subjects, but I am certain my heart could not have taken it if this completely foreign youngster had latched onto me!! Thank God, the young female lunged out and grabbed the baby by one arm and pulled it back to her. Fearing all that was happening was way too much for my already high blood pressure, I asked my host to lead me out of there.
At no time did I feel the Bigfoot were ever assertive or aggressive. They silently and very politely held their positions except for the toddler’s actions which was totally unexpected.
I had been granted my wish and saw the Forest People up close! As we left, one further back broke out in a series of owl calls, which I was able to record on my mini-camcorder. During this encounter, I had retrieved my pocket mini-camcorder and snapped several photos with it in the dim moon light. It all seemed to happen very fast, yet the group later told us we were in there the better part of an hour!!?
I do not recall ever experiencing any discomfort, bad odors other than my initial fear and apprehensions. The land owner does have a good trusting relationship with this particular clan and family group. She is extremely guarded as to who she shares this information with and right fully so.
This story is an accurate and truthful account of what happened to me that evening in Oklahoma. The land owner is a witness to all of this along with the gathering folks who heard the owl calls. One other attendee made partial entry into the area and did see one or two of the Bigfoot subjects in the woods.
I wanted to document this incredible story for others to read and realize that something far more advanced than a dumb animal dwells in our forested area of North America.
All 8 pages of this numbered document are a true and correct account of what happened to me on April 16, 2011 in the Xxxxxx Lake area of Oklahoma.
This statement is made on this 19th day of February 2013 in the County of Xxxxxxxx, Texas.
I declare under the penalty of perjury in this State of Texas that this above statement is true and correct.
NABS Investigator Richard Hucklebridge continues with a few comments about Stewarts encounters that took place in Northern Texas along the Trinity River and some things that he believes folks should know about when these forest people are close by! Where he was in a thick forested area of the East Trinity River bottom along the same waterway complex system where the object throwing encounter happened back in 2003. This was now July 2010; where Stewart was scanning some brush about 150 yards out when he saw a bright glint mixed in the blues and greens. So, he focused on it and saw a funny looking bush that just didn’t look quite right, and as he concentrated on what he was looking at, this figure kind of came into focus very similar the Predator Movie. It went in and out view until he seemed to bring it into focus and a string of choice words gushed from my mouth. The glint that he believes that he was seeing was the early morning sunlight shining off of his sweaty forehead.
Below are several things that also happened to him during that encounter in Oklahoma that he, Stewart, believes people should know about.
Re: Headaches: He has dealt with high blood pressure for a number of years, and being so close to them is extremely intense! He couldn’t say for sure if it was an existing condition, but he has felt very light headed after close encounters with some throbbing in his head. Stewart cannot say one way or another, because his blood pressure spikes with high emotional events.
Re: Smells: On his close encounters he actually smelled a feminine like odor similar to potpourri several times when they were near. On another occasion at a different time-different place, he smelled a God awful smell like sewer water, something dead and a wet dog! It came up suddenly and then vanished just about as quick.
Re: Clear focus: On his close encounter, the Big Guy on the trail was very clear in the moonlight when he first saw him. The younger male off to his left was clear from the waist up standing in the brush. He could clearly see his face looking very human like, yet his skin and face looked rough. He had an expression of amazement; where its eyes wide and jaw open looking right back at him. He would gaze at this witness, and then turn back and look at the older ones, and then back at him; where he was extremely clear. The one standing on the trail was not as clear because of the shaded moonlight. The toddler was just a dark shape until he noticed its dark face turn and looked up at him.
Yes, Stewart has photos and a video that went along with this report, but they were fuzzy and blurry, and were not clear enough to present along with this report due to what folks now call blobsquatch photos. Please be advised that we here at NABS could not improve on those photos enough to present to our readers.