Location: Near Monroe, Utah
So the back story: It was October 2012. I had just taken my kids and myself on a las vegas vacation for a family reunion/ surprise 80th birthday party for my Grandpa.
We drove there from Colorado. So on our way back home, we stayed at my dad’s house in a tiny farming town called Monroe, in the middle of nowhere Utah. Monroe is a small fertile valley nestled in the center of a few different mountain ranges.
There are 2 Rather large mountains that Monroe touches, Cove Mt and Monroe Mt. Monroe Mt is famous for its trophy elk, and I hear its hard to get a tag for it. But I’m no hunter so I don’t know.
I lived in the town of Monroe for a whopping three years. Moved there from California when I was 15 and did three years of high school, then moved out and onto college. I still like to consider it my home because of all the fond memories I had there with friends and family.
However, my dad, who now lives out here in Colorado, lived in Monroe for almost 20 years. He had a personal and almost face to face encounter with a sasquatch back in the 70’s on this same Monroe Mt. but that’s a whole different story.
I’ll have to send that one another day.
Because of that incident though, is how our whole family got obsessed I guess you could say about anything bigfoot. We were always believers.
I too was a believer but never had my own story to say. Only my dads and uncles. Until this fateful night in October 2012. Best night ever! Lol.
The reason I brought up my dad living there 20 years, was because I wanted to point out that in those 20 years, he had never heard or experienced this. Ever. So it doesn’t happen, like ever. So we were pretty lucky.
10:30 pm: I had just gotten my three little kids to bed about an hour before. My nursing five-month-old baby had just woken up, so I picked him up to nurse him before a (hopefully) full nights rest, I was wishful.
My Dad came running into the room and in a loud whisper says “Bigfoots outside yelling!” So, of course, I tell myself he’s lost his mind but decide to humor him and see what the heck is going on. It was chilly outside, so I grabbed my coat and a blanket for the baby.
I went out on the back porch that faces Cove Mt straight on. And what I heard was the weirdest thing I had ever experienced. The best way to describe it was it sounded like a siren was coming from the mountain, But you can tell it came from a set of lungs, not a machine.
This thing had a massive lung capacity to sound as loud as it did. I’ve heard tons of animal calls in nature, and it wasn’t any of those. There’s no way. A few people that hear it try to say its elk, wolf or a train. There’s no way.
So come to find out, this whole thing started with my brother a few nights back who had heard it. He didn’t know what it was so when it happened again two nights later he brought it to my dad’s attention.
That was the night I was there. Then again a few nights later he woke up around midnight, went out to take the dogs outside and heard it a third time! So he got his recording equipment out (he is a musician and has a lot of equipment) and recorded these sounds.
V1 is the best;) never since then did they hear anything out of the ordinary… whatever this thing was sounds like it’s sad and in mourning. It yelled /cried for about a week span during the night. Thanks, Dave!!!
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