Wes Coffey
π€ SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
The figure was gone.
Not moving out of frame.
Gone.
In a one-minute gap between exposures, something seven feet tall had left the middle of a 30-yard-wide clearing without triggering the motion sensor again.
I didn't go hunting that morning.
I sat in the cabin, and I looked at that picture, and I tried to figure out what I was going to do.
I called Dad again.
He didn't pick up.
I left him a voicemail.
I said, Dad, something is wrong up here.
Call me.
He didn't call me back that day.
I want to tell you about the neighbor now, because this is where things started to come together, even though I didn't know it yet."
There's a man who lives about a mile and a half from the cabin, on the county road.
His name is Buddy Harlan.
He's in his 70s.
He knew my grandfather his whole life.
When I was a kid, Buddy would come by sometimes and sit on the porch and drink coffee with Papa.
Nice enough, man.
Quiet.