Audio tape of Bigfoot talking
Audio tape of Bigfoot talking
EDITOR’S INTRO: We posted an article in 2014 about a Russian farmer’s interactions with a Bigfoot. It included a link to an audio recording of a Bigfoot talking. While that link still takes you to the Russian website, it now requires that you sign in (in Russian) to hear the audio.
After a lot of searching, we found the audio tape another way. It had been posted on YouTube after our first article. The drawing to the right was included with the original Russian report.
CLICK HERE to listen to the 5:04 minute audio of a Bigfoot talking – not howling.
Story behind the audio tape recording
The recording was made by a farmer who lives on a secluded farm in rural Kazakhstan, which was once part of the Soviet Union. His farm is about 18 miles from the nearest town. He made his recording of a Bigfoot talking in December 2013 and then shared it with Igor Burtsev, Chief of the International Center of Hominology in Moscow. We assume Burtsev was the one who made the audio available to the public.
Below is a Google computer translation of the farmer’s testimony about his Bigfoot experience. It’s garbled and not easy to follow but interesting.
Mascot for a Russian mining company where a Yeti/Bigfoot
supposedly was seen.
Height exactly three meters – a giant. Hands feet long, pointed head, neck seems to be no, broad shoulders, big eyebrows, big jaw. His hair longer, like the mane behind her stomach a little, walking legs bent, runs faster than my horse, I was convinced. Color it black with white spots on the chest, bearded.
Sometimes rests hand side. Often comes at night, know it when he slams close, it seems to me, palms, and publishes a guttural sound – Yeah, it’s a monster! But, you know, it seems we are getting used to each other.
Previously, my grandfather told me about KCN-Kiik, but I did not believe, but once the ball sheep, I saw him. At first I did not understand it. I thought a bull, but the dog began to run, and I realized that he was standing on two legs.
It felt creepy. Wanted to run out of fear, but his legs would not obey. I wanted to cry. He remembered his grandfather said see it, do not be afraid and I did not run. He stood for ten minutes then disappeared into the undergrowth. This was the first meeting.
Later I found such a place, though large holes inside the stacked hay, covered with branches. I think it KCN-Kiik house. Once when he was near the hole, he threw a stick in my direction because of the thickets. I pricked up his ears, took his gun, but did not dare shoot. Painfully, he looks like a man.
I talk to him. In response get guffaw, not like the laughter, sometimes whistle. Tried to take it on your mobile and all I cannot get away either, dull or mobile buggy. Since then, I fertilize it, leave the bread and other products on an old fallen tree.
Islam has sent an image from the Internet, similar to Brown. Interestingly, cooked meat does not touch and taketh bread, apples, cabbage.
I’m not about the next expert, but they remain, and quite large.
Find summer construction of sticks and pieces of trunks and branches just above the hill. Some creases on the big tree. Summer somehow twice faced Burym. It is not like black, shorter, lower jaw – much stretched forward, frontal bone acts, face bright.
Currently sitting on the roof sheep yards, hence clearly visible edge of a forest, hear the sound of the slope as interesting beeps, so he’s around. Now come the sounds – do not know how to say something like a knock on the trunks of trees, and here and claps. Sheep yards from prior forest about 100 meters, the silence, only hear it. The dog fuss, is not alone, just in case I grabbed the gun. It gives courage.
Ksy-Kiik. From the Internet. Hear the crunch of twigs, seem to think he’s near the feeders. Though the moon, but a dark, ragged clouds appeared from somewhere, a little hazy.
Incredible! Igor Dmitrievich*, he responded to my whistle whistle! Beautiful singing, responding to my pops, grunts. It’s a pity you do not have here, the state of inexplicable little head began to ache, and feeling now as goose head. I even scratched his head.
But laughter and rude, Igor Dmitrievich, it seems to me, do not know, we made friends with him. Sounds of silence. . . branches already up the hill. I do not know, maybe he goes. Tomorrow will come out of each city. We want him to go on the trail to establish his whereabouts. Silence does not respond to the whistle, no cotton, I think, is gone.
* The witness might be referring to Igor Dmitrievich Sergun who was director of Russian Military Intelligence at that time and may have scoffed at the idea that Bigfoot were real.