Bigfoot Whooped at Me While Hunting

On a crisp morning, Jerry Mills, a seasoned outdoorsman, found himself venturing into the dense backwoods with a coworker for what he thought would be a routine hunting trip. Little did he know, this day would alter his perception of the natural world forever.

The journey began casually enough, with his friend nonchalantly mentioning that the area was known for its Sasquatch sightings. Jerry, skeptical but intrigued, laughed it off. As they walked through the underbrush, a sudden knock on wood in the distance caught their attention. His friend whispered that it was a "Squatch" signaling its presence. Jerry, aware of such sounds from tales and documentaries, remained dubious but alert.

Their path led them deeper into the heart of the woodland. The air was thick with the earthy scent of damp foliage. As they progressed, the strange knocking noises continued, now seemingly surrounding them from multiple directions. Jerry's friend responded with a loud 'whoop', and to their astonishment, the sound was returned from the thicket. Jerry couldn’t help but feel a tingling sense of awe mixed with disbelief.

Days later, the duo returned to the same area. This time, they split up to cover more ground. Jerry walked along a wide levee with the dense forest to his side. Ahead in the water, he noticed feathers from cattle egrets floating like soft wisps on the surface, stirred gently by the breeze. Approaching the scene, a chilling realization hit him as he saw a bird lying lifeless, its neck gruesomely opened. Something had just been there, something large enough to hunt such a bird.

As Jerry continued, he sensed an eerie presence pacing him from within the trees. He would stop, and it would stop. The pattern continued until a nerve-wracking fear gripped him. Instinctively, he swung his gun toward the unseen follower, warning it to reveal itself or face the consequences. Silence thickened the air, and the presence halted its pursuit.

Rounding a corner, Jerry received a call from his friend, urgently asking for him to come over. When he arrived, his friend was visibly shaken, pointing his gun into the dense foliage. They deduced that whatever had been following Jerry had now crossed paths and was tracking his friend.

Curious and cautious, they backtracked and discovered a massive footprint by the pipeline—a stark and tangible proof of their visitor. The print was so large that Jerry’s size 12 boot was dwarfed by comparison. The realization dawned upon both men: they were not alone. This wasn't just another animal; this was something else, something significant.

This encounter, marked by the primal interactions and the eerie realization of being watched by an intelligent creature, changed Jerry. What began as a day of routine exploration turned into a profound experience that would haunt and fascinate him for years to come.

Watch Jerry retell his encounters in Sasquatch of the South: Bigfoot Stories from the Swamps