My first experience with Bigfoot happened in Oklahoma Area 51. I was there with my pickup truck, fully equipped with night vision cameras and 360-degree surveillance. As we settled in, I noticed the infrared lights started blinking. It was already pitch dark—the first time I had ever been in such complete blackness. I won’t lie—I was scared. Initially, I had connected all the infrared lights to a single power source. But after a few minutes, they began to blink erratically. I had to step out and split the power load, connecting half the lights to a separate source. While I stood in the bed of the truck, disconnecting the cables, I heard a sound I’ll never forget—something that resembled a tree being crushed, almost like someone trying to squeeze juice from it. In that moment, my mind couldn’t associate the sound with any known animal—definitely not one without opposable thumbs capable of applying that kind of force. My legs were shaking uncontrollably. I hurried back into the truck, finished the wiring, and sat down to watch the screen, hoping the cameras had captured whatever had caused that chilling sound.