Cheryl writes "Hi Wes, My husband is a fan and came to me one day saying "Babe, listen to this. It sounds just like what you saw." I've found myself telling this story more often in recent years. Our anniversary is coming up so I figured why not share the story with you as a gift to him. Around 2004-2005 I went to visit my mom. She lives in a village surrounded by bayou and farmland. Though its not far from I-10 its the kind of place you only know about because of a detour from the interstate, fishing, or family is there. I was with my college roommate and we were going back to campus before it got too late but it was already dark. I took the side of the bayou I never take. Its too curvy and there have been a lot of deaths from people running into live oaks. I looked to the side and noticed what looked like someone peeping through the window of one of the houses. Small town nosiness kicks in so I slow down to a crawl. I ask my roommate to take a look. We quickly realize this was no man. It was tall, almost as tall as the window. The build was lean but by no means skinny. More like Lebron type body with broad shoulders, muscular, long arms. It had fur and ears atop its head. It turned to look at us and I hit the gas. I was driving a 1996 Ford Contour so I got nowhere fast. I could see large eyes and a snout protruding. Not flat like a cat's face. Definitely K-9. It started running toward us, at first on two legs, then down to 4. We're in the car screaming as you might picture two college girls doing and my roommate yells, "what the hell is that"? We got to I-10 and never looked back. I'm happy to share a few details about myself and something you might find interesting about the environment if you'd like to talk more or choose to have me on the show." Tanner writes "I've had several unusual experiences along the same stretch of road in southern Wisconsin, including encounters with what I believe were Bigfoot-type creatures and a strange white orb. I'm from the Beloit/Janesville area in south-central Wisconsin, along the Rock River. The first experience happened on my very first night driving by myself. I was heading home from Janesville on Afton Road, just before entering the small town before the final 55 mph stretch into Beloit. It was nighttime, and I noticed what looked like a motorcycle headlight in the distance. I didn't think much of it. As I entered the town, I saw a sheriff's deputy parked near the bar at the bottom of the hill. I had been speeding, so I hit the brakes hard and managed to slow down in time. As I continued driving, the light I'd noticed earlier came flying up behind me. At first, I thought it was the deputy pulling me over. I went over the hill where the road opens into farmland and returns to 55 mph. After driving a short distance, the light appeared behind me again, closing the gap incredibly fast until it was right on my bumper. Then, without warning, it shot into my TrailBlazer. The inside of the vehicle filled with an intense white light that completely blinded me for a moment. Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, it vanished. The second experience happened farther north on Afton Road along the Rock River. I was fishing when I heard a series of tree knocks coming from across the river. I heard the pattern multiple times about five or six separate occasions with each sequence consisting of three distinct knocks on a tree. It immediately caught my attention because of how deliberate and consistent it sounded. The final experience was what I consider my Bigfoot sighting. I was near a section of the Ice Age Trail where three paths meet. The left path leads to a bridge that was destroyed by a tornado, the middle path continues along the trail, and the right path is a concrete walkway leading toward a park. I had been fishing from the old bridge when I noticed what looked like a good fishing hole upstream. I walked about 30 to 40 feet down the middle trail, then stepped left onto a small riverbank and fished there for three or four minutes. Suddenly, I heard a noise. I looked back toward the opening where the three paths meet and saw a large, black figure in a crouched position. In one incredibly fluid motion, it stood up and immediately launched into the woods between my position and the concrete path. I then heard it crashing through the forest for what felt like hundreds of yards. The sighting lasted only a split second, so I couldn't make out facial features or much detail. What stood out most was its size. From my perspective, it appeared to be somewhere between 6 and 7½ feet tall. I was standing lower on the riverbank while it was on higher ground. It was extremely dark almost jet black and its head didn't appear pointed from the angle I saw it. The thing I remember most was how incredibly broad it was. For the instant it stood upright before turning and running, it looked close to four feet wide across the shoulders. People have suggested it could have been a black bear, but while we've had one or two black bears in the area over the years, they hadn't been seen for quite some time, and those sightings were south of Janesville. What I saw did not resemble my expectations of a bear from the angle and movement I witnessed. I've believed in the possibility of Bigfoot for years, based on experiences where I thought I heard unusual calls, found what I believed were footprints, and came across strange structures in the woods. I've also been interested in the many stories shared by Native American communities. One thing I've always found compelling is that many tribes despite having different cultures and histories, and sometimes being in conflict with one another have remarkably similar stories describing the same type of being. I'd love to discuss these experiences with you if you're interested. If not, thank you for taking the time to read about my encounters."