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My name is Gene Brock.

I'm an anthropologist.

I have a degree in anthropology and archaeology, as well as a minor in Appalatian studies and a broadcasting degree.

My first foray into the world of Sasquatch happened when I was about seven to eight years old.

My father was a long haul truck driver and he was on the road all the time, and one morning he come back and he was telling us a story.

He had took a load of something to Florida was coming back with a load of watermelons, and they were on Interstate seventy five.

There is a large mountain between Kentucky and Tennessee that the border runs across and is called Jellico Mountain.

And there was a gentleman that was behind my father in another semi truck, and he got on the radio talking about how something had just ran behind my father's truck, and he was telling the oncoming side of the interstate to watch out for that thing that was running across the interstate.

Well, they got to riding him so bad because he said that he thought it was a bigfoot, and they got to riding him so bad that he eventually just turned off his radio and quit talking to anybody.

Well, going down the hill, he managed to pass my father and then he pulled into the truck stop that was at the bottom of the hill, and my father pulled in behind him and got out and was talking to the guy, and my dad said that the guy was still visibly shaking and he was pale.

My dad asked him, he said, buddy, are you sure it wasn't a bear, because there are black bear in that area.

And the gentleman told my dad he said, I grew up in Asheville, North Carolina.

I know what a bear looks like, and a bear does not cross the interstate in three steps on two legs.

So that was my first foray into the world of sasquatch.

Matter of fact, my dad was the one that told me that the natives called it sasquatch.

So that was where my fascination began.

Now, mind you, in my mind, bigfoot is a single creature, ate foot tall, and even though this happened in Kentucky.

I still kind of assumed that he we lived on the West coast because that's where the Patterson Gilman film and everything was video app So fast forward until I'm about thirteen, fourteen years old, and we are deer hunting on a reclaimed coal mine belonged to Peabody Coal Company, and we're in Meulenberg County.

That's where the John Prime song come from.

But at this time, Peabody Coal Company was sixty two thousand acres of land that nobody did anything on.

Peabody would go out there every few years or something and scratch around in the dirt just to keep all their permits and everything active.

But it was basically strip mined.

It was laid out, there were large fields, some of the fields were thirty forty acres, and then surrounding them was what we called spoil banks.

But it was basically the tailings the spoils of where they scraped up the dirt and just piled it up.

So it is November, I think it was the third weekend of November, and I'm standing in this field.

I'm facing basically the northwest.

My father had went down a original holler that had never been mined to the west of me, and he had been gone about an hour or so.

It was about three point thirty four o'clock, maybe four thirty something like that in the afternoon.

It was still light, but it was of an evening, and I heard my father shut.

Now I had hunted with my father my whole life, so I knew what his gun sounded like, and I knew it was him.

But the thing that was noticeable was my father's shot three times.

Now, there is a distress signal that hunters us, and that is three rapid shots.

But that was not what my father done.

It was deliberate, aimed shots.

It was bang, bang, bang.

And so what was ironic about that is my father was the type of hunter that he pulled the trigger one time and the deer was down.

There was no follow up shot, very rarely.

So I eased over to the mouth of the holler so I could see down in it.

And this holler was pretty much wide open.

The stige was hardwoods all the way down through it.

The only place that there was any brush in it was at the very bottom of the ravine where a wet weather creek would run.

So there was vegetation and it was grown up in that area.

So I went over there to look to see if I seen any deer running toward me and maybe I would get a shot.

Well, I was standing there and it was pretty well silent.

Didn't see no deer, but I heard talking and it was distinct vocal rhythm, safety and type of sentences, a rhythm, and you could tell that it was two people conveying back and forth.

Couldn't make out what they were saying by no means because it was just on the edge of my hearing, but it was plain that it was two people carrying on a conversation.

So I thought, Okay, my dad has killed a deer and there's somebody else down there he's talking to.

So I decided I would ease down the haller.

So I started working my way down the haller.

As i'm going down, I'm also working my way to the bottom of the ravine, so I'm kind of traversing at a angle down the haller, And like I said, you could see forever down through there.

And I got about maybe a couple of hundred yards down the haller, and was about fifty or sixty yards or something like that from where the brush was in the bottom of the holler, And like I said, it was quiet, didn't hear anything.

Don't confuse that with people saying that the woods went silent when they seen their sasquatch.

There just wasn't no noise.

My father had just been down there shooting a gun.

There wasn't nothing going on in the woods.

But all at once, two animals charged out of the brush.

I don't think they were charging at me.

I think I just happened to be in the way that they were running.

The reason I talk about the fact that it was silent was because I did not hear them running.

Now, they could have easily have been in the rocky creek bottom and not making any noise, but I did not hear them.

Nonetheless, so these animals come out of the brush, and this is not your typical sasquatch side.

They were not on two legs, they were not eight foot tall.

What they were doing was what I now know and can describe as knuckle walking.

Their butts were lower than their shoulders, their hips, their hip bone went upwards to the kneecap and then went back down, kind of picture like the way a hyena looks when They're squatted, but with the knees facing upwards and the bottom leg bone facing down in a stance like a grade ape would do.

It wasn't wasn't true knuckle walking, but that's the best way to describe it.

These animals were about three and a half to four feet tall at the shoulder, so I suspect when they stood up, they were probably five to six feet tall.

They were covered with reddish brown hair that was three to four inches long.

They had no snout on them.

The face was flat.

I did not focus on or I did not notice details.

I did notice that there was no ears on them.

I had no idea what these animals were.

Now in my thirteen fourteen year old mind, all I knew was this was something I didn't know what it was, and I needed to shoot it.

So I yanked my gun up and I fired at him.

I fired a total of three times.

I don't know if I fired two shots first or one shot, but I didn't even name my gun at him.

I just pointed it toward them and pulled the trigger.

And when I did this, there was a huge noise behind me that scared me to death because I thought I remember thinking in my head.

They've got me surrounded.

So I spun around to see what it was, and it was a large squirrel going up a hickory tree that was about three foot from my hip.

Why the squirrel did not run when I first got to that point, I cannot tell you, but he made a enough noise it sounded like a bulldozer coming through the woods.

So when I realized what that was, I spun back around to defend myself from the danger I knew was coming.

And these animals had already crossed back across the creek bed and were halfway up the other side of the haller going to the top.

And then I discharged my weapon again at them.

Like I said, I shot three times.

I don't know if it was two before the squirrel or two after the squirrel, but I never hit them.

So at that point I decided that my dad could deal with his own deer, and I was going back up to the field.

And you know, even though I was young, and even though I felt compelled to discharge my weapon, I never really felt in danger, and I really wasn't freaked out because I did go back to the top of the hill where the field was open and I could see very well, and I finished out my evening hunt until it was dark and I went back to camp.

Now, when I got to camp, I met up with my dad ad and he did not have a deer, and what he had seen was these same things, and he shot at them as well and never touched touched them at all.

When I seen them, they were running.

When my dad saw them, they were just walking through the woods, so he got a slower look at them, but it was at a greater distance, and his description of them was basically the same thing as mine that I had realized in my encounter.

Now, this is this is where it gets a little maybe not strange, but this is one key thing.

When those animals come out of the brush at me and they realized I was there, because I don't think they were charging at me.

I think I was just in their way.

But when they come out of the brush and it was almost like they realized I was there, they started chattering back and forth to each other.

Now it was not the Sapian rhythm that I had heard earlier.

It was more like what you would hear chimpanzees doing, like if you were traversing through the jungle and you come up on a group of chimpanzees and started them, they would start their squawking and screaming.

That was more what it was like.

Now.

I asked my father who he was talking to, and he said that there was nobody else in the hawk.

So the only thing that I can feasibly come up with was after my father shot at these amps animals and they got away from him, they were once again chattering back and forth to each other, but in a more calm fashion.

When they saw me and I was so close to them, they were startled and then began talking in a more chimpanzee type rhythm.

I know that based on the Sierra Sounds, it has been recorded both ways, and so I'm comfortable with saying that, But that what my father saw and what I saw were the exact same creatures.

There was nobody else in the holler except for me and him and these two animals, and me and my dad never said a word while we were in the holler, So the only thing feasible that I heard as far as the talking sequence was them.

Now, could there have been more there?

Were they just talking to each other because I startled them?

Or were they yelling for mom and Dad that I did not see and my father did not see.

That is one thing that does still intrigue me to this day, maybe makes me a little nervous because if there was a eight foot tall big foot standing nearby, I never laid eyes on it.

But the whole event took just a matter of seconds.

They were so fast.

I've never seen anything move through the woods that quick.

So all of this we kind of played it off amongst ourselves because there was a group of us down there that have hunted there for years, and we still hunt there.

As a matter of fact, the only time I've ever stepped foot back in that holler was just about two years ago.

When that was because there were some other hunters there and I didn't want to ruin their hunt, so I took a detour and actually went through that holler with my son, and I told him where it all happened.

But we kind of played it off like these were some sort of weird canines of some sort.

I think we all knew differently because there were always things that happened down there.

There's a large coyote population, so hearing coyotes is not that unusual, but ever so often there would be a larger, deeper sounding hal echo through the woods, and of course that would set the coyotes off, and then you couldn't tell anything else.

I've been as close to an entire coyote pack yelping and yapping.

I've been as close to him as less than one hundred yards.

Another thing that always seemed to happen around there was what I now know as tree knocks and rock clacking.

We'd be walking through the woods and just all at once you would hear, you know, for lack of a better term, somebody smacking a tree with a baseball bat, or you would hear rocks being banged together and the tree with the baseball bat.

We just kind of assumed that there was a limb falling or something, even though it happened with pretty good regularity.

The rock clacking we always played off as well as a raccoon banging something together.

It was trying to eat or something to that effect.

But all of these things put together now it all makes more sense.

And if you go on the BFRO website where my encounter took place, there is at least ten site reportings that I know of that are on either the BFRO or some other distinguishable reporting sites.

But all of this basically led me to getting an anthropology degree when I went to school because I wanted to study grade apes.

Now, being in Kentucky, there's very few grade ape jobs and I didn't want to work in a zoo anyway, so I minored in archaeology and that's what I do now.

Doing that enables me to be in the woods a whole lot because we're on different projects, and archaeology rarely happens in town, so lots of times I will be in the middle of nowhere and I'm always got my eyes open.

There's been several things that have happened on archaeology digs.

We were in Kentucky below Cumberland Dam, and Cumberland is a large man made lake.

I believe it's got close to one hundred miles of shoreline on it.

But we were doing an archaeological project down below the dam, and it's fairly remote area where it's at, and we were in a flat flood flame.

What they had done was they had went through and they had scraped the topsail off with a bulldozer so we could study it.

It was what we call a Phase two project.

Which means that we were working in one spot the entire time we were there.

We actually had you know, test units dug out just like what you'd see on TV down in them with our trials.

Working archaeology is not that glamorous.

That happens very rarely.

But anyway, I had one day was doing a surface survey and I was walking around the edges of where they had scraped the dirt up, and I noticed three holes in the ground, and so I leaned down and I was looking at that because I couldn't figure out what had made these three holes.

And while I was looking at that, I just kind of glanced to my left and realized that I was looking at a footprint in the mud.

And the print was about when I realized that, I immediately switched from archaeologist the bigfoot guy.

And so I'm documenting the best I can.

I don't have any plaster to make a cast or anything, but I'm documenting it the best I can.

I've got my tapes out, I've got my few of my archaeological do dads out, my arrows and stuff pointing north and everything.

And it is fifteen and a half inches And after I felt like I had documented it the best I could by taking photographs of it.

I went to raise up, and I put my hand on the ground, and when I did, I noticed that I was raising up with three fingers pointing on the ground.

Not my whole hand or my fist, but three fingers, And so I thought, hmm, And I took those three fingers and I reached over, and it was in line with the three holes that were in the mud beside the footprint.

So I immediately took measurements of that, and while they were much bigger than my fingers and about an inch and a half longer than my fingers, to the bottom of the hole, it was very plain to me that this creature, for whatever reason, had knelt down at that spot, and then when it raised back up, it put its three fingers on the ground, just like I had, a very humanistic movement.

But I'm getting a little ahead of myself.

When I was finishing my first round of college, when I got the broadcasting degree, I tried to form a group that would approach bigfoot research in a very scientific matter, and I found a few people that seemed to be of that mindset, but they weren't as serious about it as I was.

They just immediately wanted to run through the woods and see what they could see.

And that wasn't what I was looking for because by this time I was doing the archy or doing the anthropology portion of my academic career, and so I was looking for people who were like minded.

And so it took a few years, but I finally formed the Kentucky Center for Bigfoot Research in two thousand and two.

And basically what we have all of our members are either anthropologist or biologist or have a scientific degree of some sort.

There is one member of the group that does not, but the reason this person is there is because they own a large piece of land and have had at least three visual sightings of these animals.

So with the group that I have now, when we go out on a project, everything is documented.

It is recorded, regardless of if we see anything, have any activity.

All the details are collected because even bad data is good data.

So we record everything.

We record dates, times, temperatures, weather conditions, any strange anomalies that we encounter.

Did we see deer in the area while we're going to the location, etc.

Just things like that.

So through the course of all this we have collected various things.

Nothing overly excited, to be honest with you, whenever I go out with the professionals, let's put it that way.

Now.

That brings us to a point.

About four years ago, when my son was twelve, him and his buddies, they were big on finding Bigfoot, and I know all the guys that are on finding Bigfoot.

They wanted to go out squatching.

So I said, okay, I'll take y'all out squatching.

I just got to find a good spot to go.

Well, a woman had contacted me about an area that is about five miles from my house, and I thought she said that they had got run out of the woods by something screaming and throwing rocks at it, and I thought, well, this is kind of crazy.

This is a popular area.

People go there fishing, they go there to hang out, kids go there to park and have a good time.

There's nothing out there.

I would be super surprised if there was.

I actually went with the intentions that there is nothing here, but I thought this would be a good place to take this group of preteens that want to go out and yell in the woods.

So this area, it is around a reservoir and like I said, it's it's very popular.

But this occurred in February and it was the first full moon of February.

Now that's that's an important detail, so remember that.

So we go to this spot and this this is a paved road that we park on.

Granted it's a dead end road, but it's a paved road.

So I go to the end of it and I turned the truck around and we just stopped in the road because there's not going to be any traffic on it, and if somebody comes down, we can move the truck.

It ain't no big deal.

So it had been raining heavily for two days, but it had finally broke and like like I said, the sun, the moon was full.

There was there was fog on the ground, none in the air, but it was foggy across the water.

But I just I told guys.

I got them out and there was me and three twelve year olds, and I told them, I said, okay, guys, you all do whatever you want to do.

If you have questions about how to do something, just ask and we'll talk about it and we'll demonstrate it and we'll do it.

I said, But you all wanted to come and go squatching, so squatch.

So I just let them do what they wanted to do.

And they're having the best time.

They've got their phones out, like they're making videos or talking on a podcast or something, and they're recording on one phone.

Then the other ones are videotaping everything that they can, or at least recording everything.

And my son told me, well, they had done knocks, and they had done yells and that sort of thing.

And then my son told me he said, I'm going to do my famous three shorts or two shorts and along and I said okay, And he does these with me all the time at that time.

And so he done two short calls.

He went whoo whoo, and then a long one wooo.

And it wasn't three to five seconds after he did that.

I'm standing there facing across the water.

Now, this where we're at, there's a sloop that runs beside the road that we're at.

We're at the end of the reservoir, so it's the slough and it is approximately two hundred and fifty three hundred yards on the other side of the water because the water is at flood stage it had rained so much.

But he makes that sound and I'm standing there and I'm just looking across the lake, just basically enjoying the night, and I look up, and I really don't know what caused me to look up, but I look up and I see a rock coming through the air that is somewhere between the size of a large canalope and a basketball, and it has come from the opposite side of the lake two fifty three hundred yards across or feet across.

I'm sorry, and so I'm watching this come through the air and it lands ten or twenty yards from me in the water.

Now people have tried to argue with me that you heard a beaver slap its tail, because when this rock hit the water, it went deep.

You know when you drop something in the water, you get that boom sound, and it hit the water, it went deep, it made that sound, and then water ranged back down on the surface of the lake.

So when a beaver smacks its tail on the water, it's just like you walked out and smacked the swimming pool.

You get that smack sound, that type sound.

So I can argue that it was not a beaver just based on the distinctiveness of the two sounds.

But on top of that, I saw the rock coming through the air, so it's really a minute point.

So when this happens, and mind you, I'm not prepared.

When we go out.

I'm very protective of my team.

I always have a large Caliper firearm with me because you know, we like to know that we know these animals to some degree, but honestly, we know very little about them.

So I always have protection.

Now where we're at, I did not feel the need for that protection, and all I have is a small Caliper pistol that I carry with me all the time.

So I immediately tell the guys, hey, get in the truck.

So they all jump in the truck.

And I don't know why I bothered because they've all got their heads hung out the window.

Looks like the clampets coming down the road.

But I'm watching to see what's going to happen next.

And I hear what sounds like something come into the water.

Now it's not a splash, it's not stomping around in the water.

It just kind of sounds like like a new floating by wood, almost silent, but you know something is moving through the water.

So I've got a fairly decent flashlight with me, and I'm shining it all around, and like I said, the surface of the lake it's falky because it is February and it's been raining, so it's funky.

The sky is clear, but on the surface of the water there's fog, so I'm not seeing anything.

I'm just getting a wall of fog.

And then it kind of goes silent again for a few minutes, and I start hearing this clicking sound and I can't pinpoint where it's coming from obviously, can't see anything.

So it does this for five or ten minutes probably, and then everything goes quiet and the encounter is basically over, so we leave.

So the next day I contacted Burbo fay off of finding Bigfoot.

I think I sent him a message or maybe a text message.

I don't remember, but anyway, I told him what happened, and I said, have you ever encountered anything like this?

And he said, yeah, I've heard that twice.

It was a large mail and he was mad and he said, you were right to leave with the boys, but go back and I said, okay, So now when a bear gets upset, it'll pop its jaw.

So that's kind of what I'm relating that noise too, is that same type of motion or whatever.

So we, like I said, it's five miles from my house to this location.

So we go back just about every other weekend, just if we had ten minutes, we go out to this spot.

And we never got another sound that entire year.

Nothing not a howl, not a wooden knock, not a footprint, nothing.

It's just dead.

And so I'm thinking, Okay, this is a one off encounter.

Whatever happened.

So fast forward to the following February.

Now, like I said earlier, it was the first full moon of February, so on the lunar calendar it was the exact same date.

But I had told the guys that we were going back to the same spot.

Now we had actually our team member who has the farm, had said that they had been hearing sounds.

So we went up there to begin with.

We were up there for a couple of hours, just with parabolic mics and so forth.

We heard what could have been a ohio type how along drawn out how but it was not.

We heard it with the parabolic but it was not recordable.

We did some call blasting.

That was when we got the sound, but nothing really grand or exciting happened.

So we then go back to Location A, and it's about an hour and a half drive from one spot to the other.

So the first thing that we had to do when we got to Location A was we all jumped out and started using the bathroom.

And this is we parked in the exact same spot.

It's the exact same four people driving the exact same truck on the exact same lunar date.

And we're standing there.

We haven't made a sound other than getting out of a truck, and we get another rock thrown at us at the exact same way.

It comes from the other side of the lake.

My son actually saw this one.

He said it was about the size of a cantlope.

So everything is the same.

Exactly one year later and we get the same event.

Now there was nothing else happened, nothing went in the water, There was no jaw popping or whatever was making the noise.

None of that happened.

We like to joke around and say that he was just saying hi, that he remembered us.

But the exact same events one year later in the exact same spot, and we have continued to work this area.

I call it the triangle and I'll get to the other points in a few minutes.

My house is one of the points.

But we worked this area quite a bit point A.

We've had multiple rocks thrown at us.

We've had what if you really focused, they could be halves, but they're right on the edge of your hearing, so it's really hard to tell what it is, but they are very long and drawn out.

We have had tree knocks, but more than anything, we've had the rocks thrown.

And as recently as early this spring, we were out there and on the opposite side of the lake, there's a road that goes down the other side.

We were over there and it's a gravel road and you actually can get kind of far from the lake on this road, and I had the truck parked there and I was leaned up against the fender.

Now the boys have all got to where they're fifteen sixteen years old now, so they're a little bit more braver than they were then, so they will venture a little bit further from me.

So they were down the road about seventy five yards or so, and I'm standing there watching there.

Down there, they've done a tree knock.

I think there's been a howl or two made.

And now, mind you, I'm parked in the road, but I am not under a tree or anything like that.

But all at once, my whole truck gets bombarded with what feels like somebody just picked up a small handful of gravel and just threw it at the truck.

Nope, no large rocks, no damage was done to the truck, but just all at once, all these fine bb sized particles rain down on my truck.

And it's loud enough that the boys hear it from seventy five eighty yards away and come running back to the truck.

And there's little flakes of rock like on the hood, on the bed cover because I've got a hardcover on my bed.

You know, There's just little things like that all over the truck.

Now, you know, if it was one big clunk and I was parked under a tree, I can well it was an acron or a hickory nut or something like that something fell on the truck.

But I'm not parked under anything, So you know, you can use your imagination that something picked up a little handful of that fine road dust rock and just threw it up in the air and it rain down on my truck.

So that is like I said, we'll call that point eight.

Now my house, I'll call it point B.

We've had activity here in my backyard.

We had a tree down that we cut up, and we had a pile of wood in the back brush that we burnt one night, and me and my son were out there until it kind of had burnt away, till it was safe enough to leave and let smolder on out.

And he had walked on into the house, and I had stayed and gathered up the pop cans and the gas jug and everything we'd used while we were there.

So I was about ten minutes behind him, and I walked back to the house, and all at once there is a howl that comes from the southwest, I believe, of the house, and it is so loud I can almost envision it as a dome over the area.

And as soon as it started, within just a couple of split seconds, every dog in the neighborhood started.

There's about five houses on this road.

We live right in the middle of a wildlife management area.

It's about fifteen hundred acres of land that is owned by the Kentucky Department of Fish and Wildlife and is very it's very wooded, very swampy, and it is not hunted very much.

But anyway, the dogs in the neighborhood started howling, but it took me a second or so to realize I was holding a recorder in my hand, being my cell phone, So I hit the recording on it, and you can hear it, and it's way above all the dog sounds.

And the reason I used the dome analogy was it was like the dogs could hit the top of the dome, but they couldn't get above the dome toward this vocal sound was add And so I sent it to Cliff Brackman because I had heard him talking about somebody doing a study on reported bigfoot sounds, and so I sent it to Cliff, and he sent it on to this gentleman, drawing a blank on his name right now, but sent it to him.

And a few days later Cliff got back to me and he said that the gentleman had originally wanted to write it off as a canine, but he said, right at the very end of the how it done what he called the signature sasquatch vocal move or sound or whatever.

But it was obvious on a selloscope or a vocal analyzer that that move was there.

He did not share with me what that move was for obvious reasons, but he said that it was as far as he was concerned, it was a Sasquatch vocal that I recorded in my backyard.

About three weeks later, I had went out on the front porch and I don't remember what I was doing, but I was out on the front porch and I heard it again and I recorded it again.

Same deal.

So, like I said, Point A is five miles from my house, which is Point B.

A buddy of mine who also does Sasquatch research, he had took some friends to another area.

I will refer to it as Point C.

Now.

Point C is ironically five miles from my house, and it is a I don't want to say it's a large mountain, but it is a elevated peak and it is a popular hiking area.

As weird as it is, it's a popular hiking area, and there's a large gravel parking lot.

There's picnic facilities there.

There's quite a few things there.

It's called the Pinnacles.

You can actually see a video on YouTube where somebody recorded what they said was a Sasquatch.

You can be your own judge on that.

But he had took a girl he was friendly with and his best friend to the top of the hill, and it took him a little bit longer to get up there because it's pretty good hike and it's a little rugged right at the very end, so they were a little late getting there.

They stayed there a little longer than they should have.

The sun was going down as they were leaving.

You can actually find a TV show about his encounter on These Woods are Haunted.

I'm not sure what the episode was, but it was based right here in Berria, Kentucky and anyway.

You can go watch that.

But essentially they got chased down or escorted down the mountain by several of these creatures.

He told me that the TV show kind of depicted it.

It is one, maybe two creatures.

But he said that when they got to the bottom of the hill and their feet hit the parking lot area, that there were seven whoops that started at the bottom of the hill and went all the way back up to the top of the mountain.

It was like they were relaying the message that they had left.

So we go out there periodically.

We've had a few minor questionable things happened there.

One of the most noted one which kind of leads to the theory of bigfoots mimicking animals.

We did a tree knock out there one night and a owl answered us back very close, which that's not that unusual.

So a few minutes later we did another tree knock and a different species of owl answered us back from the exact same spot.

Now, owls are not very social creatures, especially species to species, so the thoughts that a screech owl and a bar now we're sitting side beside in the tree is pretty rare, but it's really nonconclusive, so you can take that for what you want.

But the pinnacles, which is Point C, and Point A, which is the reservoir, is exactly five miles from each other.

So I call this our triangle.

And there has been quite a few eyewitness encounters I have since I started doing the podcast.

There have been a lot of people reach out to me and tell me about their encounters and things that they have heard at these other locations or just within the triangle, and it's a fairly active area.

There was a gentleman, a farmer up the road from my house.

He has has about five acres that is separated from his farm.

It's an off lot that he owned for some reason, and he had grew watermelons in it, and he had about three acres worth of watermelons planning.

And he told me that he had stopped by on a Friday afternoon and the watermelons were almost ready, just needed a few more days.

So he went back on Monday to check on the watermelons, and over the course of the weekend, something had cleared every watermelon in that field out.

They were all gone, but he found the remnants of them on the backside of the hill away from the road, because the road goes right past this watermelon patch, so you could have seen anything that was in the field.

Whatever it was had took all the watermelons in that field and moved them to the backside of that hill where nobody could see it, and had ate every watermelon that was in that field.

Now, I don't know how many that was.

Don't know how many watermelons you can get to an acre, but I'm assuming fifty or sixty watermelons had been eight over the course of two three days.

Now, a bear, which we don't have many bears.

There's one comes through here occasionally, but a bear or anything else wouldn't have went to the trouble of moving the watermelons to eat them.

It would have just ate them standing right there in the field, and who cares who saw it.

The other problem with that is to pick up a watermelon you have to have hands that you're not walking on, So you can kind of take that for what it's worth.

But I felt like it was a pretty good indication of what had actually cleared out the watermelon field.

One of the other strange events that has happened in my life that I really can't attribute it to a sasquatch because I did not see a sasquatch, but I kind of feel like it's worth noting because a lot of people do like to delve into the wou side of things.

I personally cannot go there.

I cannot attribute this to a bigfoot.

But I've told this story before and several people have got up in arms about it, saying, oh, that was a bigfoot and you experienced in for sound or whatever, and I just can't go there.

But it's worthy of telling because it's a fairly good story.

It happened at Peabody, down where my original encounter happened at, and it was about six years later because I'm driving at this time, I had started hunting in another large field.

Like I said, that's what is there.

Mostly in the spall banks are surrounding it, but there is a little two track road that runs along the edge of this field, and that's basically where I'm hunting at.

And I'm standing in a group of trees and I see a deer run out of the woods.

I heard it coming through the woods and it runs out in the woods and they're out in the field and it's about one hundred yards from me.

This is a pretty good sized buck deer.

I have all intentions in the world of trying to harvest this deer.

And it charges out and I can tell that it has been running hard because his tongue is hanging out and he just kind of looks frothy like a horse does after a race.

So I'm sitting here thinking, Okay, why is this deer running this hard?

And I'm still hearing something else in the woods, and so I'm thinking, Okay, there's a bigger, even bigger buck after it.

They've been down in the woods and they've been fighting.

And so I'm sitting here thinking, Okay, if the big buck doesn't come out, I'll harvest this buck, or I'll wait for the big buck if he shows up.

So I'm sitting here and I'm watching this deer get closer and closer, and all at once I realize that I can hear something breathing.

And as many times as I have encountered deer in close proximity, I've never heard them breathing loud like this.

This sounds like somebody has run a race and is out of breath.

And I'm watching this deer get closer and closer, and it gets about twenty twenty five yards away from me, and all at once, in the blink of an eye, this deer goes from twenty to twenty five yards in front of me to twenty to twenty five yards behind me, and it never run past me and where I'm at, and it's running down this two track road.

If it had passed where I was standing at, I could have reached out and poked at the ribs with the gun.

But it never in my conscious mind, it never went past me.

And several people have said, well, you got blasted with infrasound or something like that.

And like I said, I don't delve into the woo too much.

I kind of feel like that my mind blocked something out, because that's the only thing that I can come up with is that even though I have encountered these creatures, I have kind of dedicated my life to exploring these creatures, since I have a degree because of this creature.

And even though I wart to have that classic sasquatch eight foot tall walking around encounter, I halfway feel like that my mind has blocked something out.

Now was it that encounter?

I don't know.

I don't know what it was.

All I can say is that that deer went from point A twenty five yards away to point B twenty five yards away the other side of me, with me with no conscious recollection of it doing it.

I am solely in the camp of that this is a relic commony, it is a primate of some sort.

I do not buy into the interdimensional stuff.

I've heard some crazy, well I hate to use crazy.

I've heard some alternative theories.

I even had a college professor tell me one time that he thought that Sasquatch was the ghost of a relic comedy.

He said, we see ghost of humans, why couldn't there be ghost of relic commonists.

And while that theory is very interesting, and I guess you know, theoretically it's plausible that a relic commonin would have a spirit a ghost.

Most ghosts don't leave behind hair and footprints and evidence of them being there.

But I always thought that that was a pretty neat hypothesis that he had on it.

But I am solely into the relic common and flesh and blood creature category, and we can delve into that pretty deep if you want to it sometime.

But that kind of wraps up the encounters and what led me to starting the Kentucky Center for Bigfoot Research.

Like I said, we approach it in a purely scientific matter.

Everything is documented, good, bad, ugly.

We make records of it, kind of running out of things without taking up a bunch more time.

All of that all right there, Gene.

I've got a lot of questions to ask you about the experiences that you've already shared.

Would you be okay with coming back for a part too so I could do that?

Yeah?

Yeah, absolutely, Oh.

Good, that's really good.

Well, yeah, I'll just plan on having you back for part two so I can ask you those questions.

But before we get out of here tonight, could you please tell the listeners who would like to contact you and share a sasquatch related experience with you in Kentucky or maybe in the areas around Kentucky, if you could please let them know the best way to contact you or the Kentucky Center for Bigfoot Research to do that.

Sure, you can find the Kentucky Center for Bigfoot Research on Facebook.

We do not collect stories.

We're not a reporting group.

There is too many other groups out there that do that very thing.

The BFRO, you know, different variations of that, and they're a lot better at that than we would be.

We welcome stories because it kind of leads us to areas that may be fruitful to research, but we do not post a lot of stuff.

It is strictly there for people to contact us through.

You can find that on Facebook.

You can find me on Facebook gene Brock.

You can find gene Brock Music, which is my band.

You can contact us there if that's easier to come up with.

But anybody is welcome to contact me through those means, or you can get my phone number off of the music page.

It is located there and you can call me directly.

I have no problem with people reaching out if you got questions about what I've talked about, or you just want to call and talk for a little bit, tell me what you've experienced anything.

I'll welcome all communications.

So that everyone listening knows.

I'm going to post all that information in the description for tonight's show how to make it really easy to reach out to Gene and do that if you like.

But having said that, Gene, of course, I'm looking forward to having you back for part two.

And thanks again so much for coming here tonight to share those experiences with us.

I really appreciate it my pleasure.

I'm always happy to talk Bigfoot.

Well, it goes two ways.

It's been fun.

Well.

Having said that, thanks again so much for your time and have a great night.

That's it for another episode of Bigfoot Eyewitness Radio with Vic Kundiff.

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