Welcome to the Bigfoot Project. Tonight we'll hear from
witnesses who say a normal day outdoors suddenly turned into
something unforgettable. In the middle of July 2010, in
the mountains near Groton, Vt, a couple had planned a weekend
camping trip, just the two of them away from town.
They picked a quiet wooded spot a couple miles off a back Rd.
where the trees were thick and the trail in wasn't used much.
They parked their truck, hiked in with their gear, and found a
good clearing near a bend in the trail.
There was a patch of flat ground not far from a small Creek, just
enough space for their tent and a fire ring.
They got there late in the day, set up camp, ate dinner, and sat
by the fire until it burned down.
The weather was warm, but not hot.
A light breeze moved through the woods.
There was no one else around, no traffic, no distant noises, just
crickets and the Creek. After putting out the fire and
getting ready to sleep, the woman realized she had to use
the bathroom. It was after 10:00 PM, and it
was fully dark by then. She didn't want to go right near
the tent, so she grabbed a flashlight and followed the
trail back the way they'd come, just far enough away for
privacy. She walked quietly.
Light pointed at the ground, trying not to trip on roots.
The trees formed a solid wall around the trail on both sides.
She moved about 75 to 100 feet down the path.
It was silent except for a few bugs and the wind through the
trees. Then she stopped.
Something was ahead, just off the trail.
The first thing she noticed was the smell.
It was a damp, musky odor, heavy and close.
She raised the flashlight slightly.
Standing just ahead, maybe 25 feet from her, was a massive
creature. It was upright.
It had a thick body covered in dark reddish brown hair.
The hair was dense, but not long enough to drag.
It covered the shoulders, chest, arms, legs, everything she could
see. The creature stood still,
watching her. Its body was broad and the
shoulders stretched wider than any human.
The head sat low, with no clear neck between the top of the
shoulders and the base of the skull.
The eyes reflected the light back in her.
They were forward, facing, not off to the side.
The arms hung down and the hands were loose near the knees.
She could make out the movement of its chest as it breathed.
It didn't growl, it didn't raise its arms.
It didn't move at all. It just stared at her.
She froze. The flashlight beam hit its
upper chest, lighting it enough to see the texture of the hair.
The legs were thick and spaced apart.
There was no sound, just the faint creak behind her and the
wind through the trees. She dropped the flashlight.
It hit the ground and rolled once.
The light was now pointing sideways across the trail.
She turned and ran. She didn't stop running until
she reached the camp. Her husband saw her face and
knew something was wrong. She tried to explain, stumbling
over her words and catching her breath, trying to tell them what
she had seen. They look back down the trail.
The flashlight was still on the ground, a steady beam shining
between the trees where she had dropped it.
Then something moved. They saw the light shift.
It tilted upward, then sideways, then it started to move up off
the ground, slowly at first, then turned to the right and
drifting back through the trees. It was being carried.
The flashlight beam swung gently as it was taken deeper into the
forest. They couldn't see the creature
clearly anymore, just the movement of the light held
steady as it got farther and farther away.
There was no sound of footsteps, but the undergrowth moved just
enough to show something was walking away with it.
They stood there, watching, frozen.
The light faded, swallowed up by the trees and the dark.
They didn't talk, they just packed their things as quickly
as they could. Tent half collapsed, sleeping
bags shoved into bags without being rolled, cooking gear
tossed into packs. They grabbed everything they
could reach and left the rest. They walked fast with their
headlamps on, turning every few seconds to look behind them.
The trail was narrow, but they didn't stop until they reached
their truck. They drove away without saying a
word, not stopping until they reached the highway.
Neither one of them had seen a creature like that before.
The man hadn't seen it at all, but he believed what had
happened. The way she had run back, the
panic in her face, and the way the flashlight had lifted off
the ground and moved on its own. None of it added up to anything
normal. They had camped in many places
before, all over the Northeast. They were used to hearing
coyotes, owls, deer walking through brush, and even the
occasional bear. But this wasn't the same.
This wasn't a sound in the distance or an animal brushing
through bushes. She had stood face to face with
something large, upright, and silent.
The creature did not make a sound.
It didn't try to charge. It didn't appear to be hunting,
but it didn't back off either. It stood its ground and waited.
When she dropped the light and ran, it had stayed behind long
enough to pick up the flashlight and carry it away.
That detail bothered both of them more than anything.
The creature had watched her, then had picked up the
flashlight. That wasn't instinct, that was
action. They didn't report it to anyone.
They didn't take pictures, there were no tracks, They hadn't
followed them, but they remembered every second of what
happened. They remembered how tall it was,
at least 7 feet, maybe more. She remembered the size of the
chest, the width of the body, the way the arms hung down well
past the waist. She remembered the shape of the
head, which didn't sit high like a person's, but more forward and
flat. She remembered how still it
stood, and how quickly it was gone.
They believed it was a Sasquatch.
They didn't go back to that trail.
They never camped in that part of Vermont again.
They still camp, but they chose campgrounds with other people,
now places with cars and lights and other tents nearby.
In early September 2007, I was 15 and living with my family
near a small private lake outside of Middlebury, Vt.
The lake wasn't huge, but it had a few homes scattered around its
edge, including ours. Most of the houses were
seasonal, used in summer, and by fall it got quiet around there.
That night the weather was clear.
No clouds, no wind. The temperature had dropped a
little, but it was still warm enough to be outside without a
jacket. My girlfriend had come over that
evening to hang out and my two sisters were home too.
We were all bored by around 11:30 and I suggested we sneak
out and go walk around the lake. There was a narrow paved Rd.
that circled the shoreline. It curved through wooded
sections and between the houses. Most of the area had no St.
lights, so once you got past the few porches with motion lights
it was dark. We had a small flashlight
between us, but mostly we were relying on moonlight.
There weren't any clouds, so you could see pretty well once our
eyes adjusted. The four of us walked in a loose
GroupMe, my girlfriend and my two sisters.
My younger sister was only about 11:00, so we had to keep her
near us and walk at her pace. We weren't being quiet, just
talking and goofing off. I didn't think anything unusual
was going on, and the woods around the lake were completely
still. There were no frogs or crickets,
no wind in the trees. That was something I didn't
notice until later. We had gone about halfway around
the lake at that point. The houses thinned out and the
road dipped between two dense stretches of forest.
One side of the road dropped slightly into a ditch where
brush and tall grass grew up high.
The other side had thick trees that came in close to the road.
Maybe 5 or 6 feet from the edge of the road, I heard a sound
behind us, Something heavy stepping onto the road.
I didn't know what it was, but I stopped walking and turned
around. The others kept going, but I
froze when I saw something large move out of the trees and step
across the road right behind us. It was walking upright and
covered in hair that looked dark brown or maybe black.
The hair on its arms and legs was longer and hung a bit.
Its arms were longer than a person's and they hung low near
its knees. It crossed the road in just a
few steps and was only about 5 feet behind us.
When it passed through. It didn't look at us, it just
walked straight across and disappeared into the brush on
the other side. It was huge.
I couldn't guess the weight, but it had to be several times
heavier than me. The body was thick through the
shoulders and chest and it didn't move like a person.
This thing was at least 7 feet tall.
Its head sat low on its shoulders and I couldn't see its
neck. Its back was broad and slightly
hunched forward. The movement was fast and
smooth. Just a few steps and it was gone
into the brush. I stepped back.
I screamed without even thinking.
That sound made my little sister, who was 13, turn around.
She saw it too, just as it reached the edge of the road and
went into the brush. My girlfriend and younger sister
didn't see it, but didn't understand what was going on.
The moment felt frozen in time. And then they all just started
running. We didn't speak.
We just turned around and ran the way we came back toward our
house. We weren't that far, maybe 5
minutes out of Sprint. None of us looked back.
I could feel the blood pounding in my ears.
My little sister was crying and I was just focused on getting us
home. We ran across the gravel
driveway and into the side door of the house, locked it, and
went straight to my room. Nobody went to sleep after that.
We sat there in the dark, not saying much.
I kept thinking about how close it had been, how it had passed
behind us without making a sound.
Until that one step. I was trying to process what I
saw. I knew it wasn't a person.
The size alone made that impossible.
I've never seen anything like it before.
I've never even heard stories about anything like that
happening around the lake. I didn't feel safe in my room,
even with the window shut and locked.
I kept thinking it would come up to the house and look through
the window. It didn't have a long snout.
The face was flat, more like a person's, but wider and covered
in hair. Except for the area around the
eyes and nose. I couldn't make out the eyes in
the dark. I didn't see the ears or the
bottom half of the face clearly. I only saw it for about two or
three seconds in total, but that was enough to take in the shape
and size of the body and the way it moved.
The thing looked very strong. I didn't tell my parents that
night. I wasn't sure how to explain it
without sounding crazy. My sister and I talked about it
the next day, but only briefly. We agreed on what we saw.
She said she only caught the back of it before it vanished,
but that was enough for her to know it was real.
We didn't know what to call it at the time, but later I
realized it was a Bigfoot. Looking back, there were signs
around the lake that people never paid much attention to.
Strange noises at night, dogs that wouldn't go near certain
parts of the woods, neighbors saying they'd heard walking in
the woods behind their houses but never found tracks.
I hadn't thought anything of it until that night.
I didn't see the creature again after that.
I never expected to see it in the first place, but that one
moment seeing something that size walk behind us changed how
I looked at the woods around that lake.
I never felt alone out there again.
In early October 2014, I got home from work just after dark.
I lived at the very end of a short dead end road outside of
Barry, Vermont. The house sat low near a bend in
the road, with the driveway facing east toward a wooded area
that sloped down to a Creek. It wasn't a thick forest, but
the trees lined the bank and extended out beyond the clearing
on both sides. The Creek was about 75 yards
from where I usually parked. Between me and the water was a
wide patch of grass and uneven ground that stayed damp most of
the year. Beyond the Creek, across the
water and a narrow strip of land, there was another
property. I could see the back of that
house from my driveway. The yard behind that home was
mostly open with some widely spaced trees.
There were no fences, no sheds, just a few tall trees scattered
across the lawn. I'd always been able to see
straight through them. That night I stayed in my car to
make a call. I just pulled into the driveway
and didn't even take off my seat belt.
I called a friend and sat there talking for a while.
The inside of my car was dark and I didn't have any lights on
outside. The moonlight was enough to see
most of the yard and the trees near the water.
Everything was still and quiet when I started the call.
About 15 minutes into the conversation, I noticed movement
beyond the Creek in the yard of the property across the water.
At first I just saw 2 deer moving fast across the open
space, then more came from the same direction.
Within seconds, I counted a dozen deer, all running flat out
across the back of the yard. Some jumped over brush and
ducked between trees, but they didn't stop.
They were fast and chaotic, and I could tell by the way they
moved that something had startled them badly.
I've lived in Vermont all my life, and I've seen deer moving
in groups plenty of times, but never this many all at once, and
never running like that. I told my friend what I was
seeing, but I was focused mostly on trying to make sense of it.
Then I saw why they were running.
Following behind them was something big and upright.
It was completely black from head to toe, and it didn't match
anything I'd ever seen in these woods before.
It wasn't running. It moved through the yard at a
steady walking pace, but covered ground quickly.
It moved in a straight path, heading in the same direction
the deer had gone. It would pause briefly behind a
tree, then step out again and keep going.
There was nothing blocking my view from where I sat.
I had a full look at it through the trees.
The branches were high, so I could clearly see its body from
head to foot. Every time it stepped between
the trees, the height stood out immediately.
The deer had run past it only seconds earlier, so I had a good
sense of the scale. This thing was two or three
times taller than the average height of a deer's body.
I estimated it stood somewhere between 8 and 10 feet tall.
The shape was heavy through the shoulders and upper body.
The arms were long and hung lower than what you'd see on a
person. The legs were thick and moved
with solid steps. I couldn't see the feet clearly
because of the way the ground dipped between the trees, but
the body was proportioned in a way that did not line up with a
human. The creature never crouched or
hunched. It moved upright the entire
time. The fur or hair covering it was
uniform, no patches of different colour or missing spots, just a
solid black all over. There was no shine, no
reflection from the moonlight. It absorbed light instead of
catching it. I watched it for maybe 20
seconds total. It never looked in my direction,
it just kept walking and stopping occasionally near a
tree. The way it stopped was smooth
and natural. Not quick, not slow, just even
strides. It would stop briefly near a
tree, then step out again and keep moving across the yard.
I didn't see its face. The distance was too far to
catch that kind of detail, but the outline of the head looked
rounded on top and sat low on the shoulders.
The neck, if it even had one, wasn't visible.
It looked like the head came straight out of the shoulders.
I never saw anything in its hands.
Nothing suggested it was a person out in the woods.
It was too large, too consistent in colour and shape and it
didn't act like a person either. It didn't follow the deer in a
straight line but but moved in the same direction they had
gone. It didn't veer off or chase
them, just followed, almost like it was tracking them but not
running them down. By the time it reached the edge
of the yard and the trees got thicker, it slipped out of my
view. I kept looking at that spot for
a while, trying to see if it would come back out, but it
didn't. I ended the phone call without
saying much more. My mind was running through what
I had just watched. I couldn't come up with anything
else it could have been. I had enough time to look at it
and break down what I was seeing.
It wasn't a costume or a person trying to scare someone.
It wasn't any kind of animal. It was tall, black, walked
upright on 2 legs, The arms were longer than human's and the
shape of the body was huge. It didn't show any confusion or
panic. It moved on its own path, like
it knew where it was going. I never heard it make a sound.
There was no growling or breaking branches, and it didn't
run. The deer were the only things
making noise. Dozens of hooves crashing
through leaves and grass, and then silence when they were
gone. I sat in the car for a few more
minutes, just scanning the trees across the Creek.
The creature didn't come back out, and the clearing stayed
empty. I eventually went inside, but
kept checking through the window every so often, half expecting
to see something in the shadows. I didn't, but the image of it
stuck with me. That night was the first time I
saw something that made me say for certain that was a Bigfoot.
There wasn't any doubt. I've seen the documentaries and
heard some stories, but I never expected to witness anything
like that myself. I had too clear of a view to
mistake it. I watched it move, I saw the
size, and I saw the way the deer reacted before it even showed
up. What stood out the most was how
calm it looked. It didn't make a big entrance.
It didn't crash through the brush or call out.
It just appeared where the deer had run from, moved through the
yard with long steps, and faded into the woods again.
I don't think it ever noticed me.
I had the car turned off, no headlights, and I was sitting
still in the dark. I probably didn't even know I
was there. The location where it happened
wasn't far from my property line.
If it had crossed the Creek and walked in a straight line, it
would have ended up in the open patch right next to my driveway.
The thought of that stayed in my head for a long time after.
I'd always thought the woods near the Creek were safe, quiet,
and mostly empty except for small animals.
That changed completely in just a few seconds.
I don't know what it was doing that night, whether it was
hunting or just moving through, but the deer saw it before I
did, and they ran like their lives depended on it.
That many deer in a group all reacting the same way doesn't
happen without reason. Whatever that creature was, it
scared them badly and had a reason for being there, even if
I didn't understand it. I haven't seen the creature
again, but I've heard a few strange sounds over the years.
Long low vocalizations far off in the woods, and sometimes
heavy steps in the leaves outside the property line.
But I never went looking after that one clear sighting.
I didn't need to, and I didn't want to.
In May of 2017, I was living outside of Morrisville, Vt.
My house was set back off a quiet dirt Rd.
The driveway was long and curved through a wooded area before
opening up near the garage. There were a couple of other
houses nearby, but they weren't close.
One was a little over 200 feet away through the trees and the
other was farther down the road. Most of the time I felt alone
out there. Beside where I parked.
Just off to the right of the driveway was an old Stonewall.
Behind that wall was a brushy area that sloped slightly
uphill. It was full of thick plants,
uneven ground, big rocks and tall trees.
That patch of woods always felt darker and more overgrown than
the rest of the property. One evening, just after dark, I
pulled in front of the garage. I had my young German Shepherd
puppy with me. She was about 4 1/2 months old.
She was still growing, but she already had a strong protective
side. As soon as I opened the door she
jumped out, but instead of staying near me like normal, she
ran straight toward the Stonewall and started barking
loud and deep, like a full grown guard dog.
She sounded serious and aggressive, barking at something
just past the wall. I had never seen her act like
that before, not even around deer or strange dogs.
I didn't know what she was barking at, but I figured it
must have been something unusual.
I reached back into the car, grabbed my flashlight, and aimed
it into the woods where she was barking.
It was hard to see much, the brush was thick, but I could
hear something moving about 20 feet away and I saw a dark shape
moving slowly through the trees. I couldn't tell what it was, but
the sound of it walking stood out.
It didn't sound like something on four legs, it sounded like it
was walking on 2 legs. The steps were steady and slow,
it wasn't crashing through the brush, and it didn't sound like
it was scared. It was just keeping its
distance. I moved a little closer and
stood near the wall, shining the light into the trees.
I could still see the shape moving, but it was mostly
hidden. It passed between a few trees,
then stopped near 1 of the bigger ones.
That's when I saw it. Crouched down behind the tree, I
could see most of it. It was hiding, but not well.
It was wide and bulky and I could make out the shape of its
head and shoulders sticking out from behind the tree.
Then it started poking its head out slowly, then pulling it back
again, like it was watching me but didn't want to be seen
fully. I held the light steady and I
got a good look at the eyes. They glowed red, orange in the
beam. The glow was bright and clear,
not like the reflection you get from a cat or a deer.
These eyes look different, they were deep coloured and steady
and never looked away from me. That thing stayed low but even
crouched down it looked big. I couldn't see the full body but
it wasn't small. I stood there for a moment
trying to figure out what it could be.
My first thought was a black bear since they're around
sometimes, but the way it moved didn't fit.
It walked on 2 legs and bears don't Crouch and peek from
behind trees like that. I called my dog back to me.
She came right away and stuck close as we went inside.
I locked the door and didn't go back out.
That night I kept thinking about what I had seen, but I tried to
tell myself it was just a bear. That seemed like the easiest
answer. I didn't want to believe it was
something stranger. The next evening, around the
same time, I came home and parked in the same spot.
This time I had a friend with me.
We got out of the car and almost right away we heard a loud roar
come from the same patch of woods behind the wall.
It wasn't a short sound, it was long and deep and echoed through
the trees. Then it did it again.
It came from right where I had seen the thing the night before.
My friend froze and looked into the woods.
The sound was nothing like a dog or bear.
It was stronger and it felt like it came from something very
large. He asked me what that sound was
and I told him it had to be the same thing I saw the night
before. We didn't stay outside, we went
into the house quickly. I kept thinking about how big
that thing looked and how strange it acted.
I had watched it crouched, move behind a tree and peek out.
I had seen the eyes glowing and I had heard it walking on 2
feet. Now it was making loud noises
and these roars didn't sound like anything local.
At that time I still tried to convince myself it was a bear,
but a few months later I was watching some videos online that
talked about Bigfoot sightings. People describe the same kind of
eyes, the same sounds, and the same croaching and peeking
movements. That's when I realised it wasn't
a bear. Bears don't roar like that.
They don't move through trees on 2 legs that quietly, and they
don't hide behind trees and watch people.
What I saw matched the descriptions of Sasquatch
sightings from other people. The red orange eyes, the quiet
bipedal walking, the croaching behind trees, the deep roars.
It all lined up. I looked up more reports from
the region and found out there had been other sightings in
parts of Vermont. Some of them described large
footprints and loud vocalizations, just like I
experienced. I never saw it again after those
two nights, but the memory stayed clear.
My dog refused to go near that part of the yard for weeks
after. She would stop at the edge of
the driveway and growl, her eyes fixed on the trees.
That was enough for me. I didn't go looking for it.
I didn't want to. What I saw had been real, and it
didn't need to come back for me to believe it.
It was the summer of 2016. I was 15 at the time, and living
near the town of Hardwick, Vermont.
A set of old railroad tracks ran along the edge of our area,
cutting through woods and fields, eventually running past
the river and out of town. People still walk the tracks to
get places, especially kids. I was on my way to a friend's
house late one afternoon, walking those same tracks like I
had 100 times before. The weather was warm and clear,
the sun was still up but starting to drop low behind the
trees. I wasn't really paying attention
to anything around me. I was walking between the rails,
watching my feet to avoid tripping on the ties.
I was about halfway to my friend's place when I stumbled
on one of those loose ties. I caught myself after a few
steps, looked up, and that's when I saw it.
Standing dead ahead of me, maybe 100 feet away, was something
huge. It was in the middle of the
tracks facing me. The body was covered in dark
brown hair and it stood upright, easily over 8 feet tall, maybe
closer to 9. I froze and just stared.
The hair was about four or five inches long, thick and matted in
places. In the sunlight, I could see a
red, a shine to the hair across its shoulders and back.
The body was wide across the chest and shoulders, at least
three feet across. It looked thick and powerful.
The build reminded me of a tall athlete, but even heavier and
more solid. Its arms hung low, well below
the waist, maybe down to the knees.
The legs were long too. The head sat right on the
shoulders, with no neck. I couldn't make out much detail
in the face, only that it looked flat and there were no visible
ears. I didn't see any skin, just
thick dark hair from head to toe.
The thing stared right at me for about a second or two and turned
fast and took 3 or 4 long steps off the tracks.
It climbed straight up a 12 foot embankment like it was nothing.
Dirt, rocks and leaves kicked loose as it went and it was gone
into the trees in less than 6 seconds.
The way it moved was fast and strong.
It covered ground quicker than any person could.
I stood there. Frozen, my heart pounding, I
knew what I saw wasn't a bear. There was no sign of fore legs,
no round ears, no snout. It had a body like nothing else.
I could still see where the leaves were moving at the top of
the embankment, but the creature itself had disappeared into the
forest. Just as I took a shaky breath
and stepped forward to keep walking, I heard something above
me. Heavy steps moving fast through
the woods. I turned my head uphill, and
that's when it all changed. That same creature came crashing
back through the trees toward the edge of the embankment, and
this time it didn't stop. It let out a deep, roaring
scream, loud and harsh. Nothing like a human or any
animal I'd ever heard. It came down the slope halfway,
staying just inside the tree line, and started following me
along the tracks from above. I took off running.
I didn't stop to think. I just ran.
It didn't come straight down after me.
It moved through the trees above, keeping pace but staying
just far enough back that I couldn't see it fully again.
But I could hear it. It screamed again, longer this
time, and I heard branches snapping and leaves thrashing.
I knew it wasn't trying to stay hidden anymore.
It was chasing me. I ran full out down the middle
of the tracks. My legs were burning.
Every few steps I'd glance up and catch movement through the
trees. It wasn't running like I was,
but it stayed with me, and it kept making those angry
vocalizations. Deep growling roars followed by
shorter, sharp barks. I couldn't see its face, but I
could feel it. It was angry, and it wanted me
out of there. The trees above the tracks were
thick in that section. I could hear the thing moving
through them, crashing through brush and stomping hard enough
that I felt it in my chest. It stayed out of sight most of
the time, but I saw parts of it now and then.
An arm swing past a tree, the top of its head moving between
branches and the reddish shine of its hair catching the fading
light. It never got close enough to
touch me. It could have.
I know that if it wanted to, it could have been on me in
seconds. But it just kept following me,
staying up above the track on the hillside, roaring and
growling and making sure I didn't stop.
I ran for what felt like forever, though it was probably
only a couple of minutes. I didn't look back until I hit a
clearing where the trees pulled away from the tracks.
I stopped and turned, gasping for breath.
Everything behind me was silent. No more crashing, no more
growls, no more screams. The woods were still.
I stood there, staring uphill for a while.
I didn't hear it anymore, and I didn't see anything.
I didn't know if it had turned back or if it was still out
there waiting, but I wasn't going to stick around to find
out. I ran the rest of the way to my
friend's house, looking over my shoulder the entire time.
The details are stuck in my head.
The long arms, the wide shoulders, the flat face, the
reddish tint in the hair when it hit the light, the deep chest
rattling roar that didn't sound like it came from any animal I'd
ever heard. The way it chased me, aggressive
and loud, but always just far enough back that I could escape.
I didn't go back to that stretch of tracks for a long time, and
when I did, I made sure not to walk it alone.
I believe that what I saw and what chased me was a Sasquatch.
I saw it clearly in daylight, and I heard it in the trees
behind me. I know what I saw, and I know
how it made me feel. I thought I was going to die
that day. It was late summer of 2015 and I
was living with my family outside of Thetford.
Our house sat near the edge of a wide open field that stretched
out behind the backyard for about 20 acres before meeting a
thick line of trees. The field rolled slightly
downhill in spots, but most of it was flat and covered in tall
grass. Beyond the tree line, the woods
were dense and untouched. 1 evening around sunset, our
golden retriever started barking.
That wasn't anything new. The dog barked at deer all the
time, and there were always plenty of them around, but this
time the barking was louder and more panicked than usual.
I stepped out into the backyard to call him in, expecting to see
the usual deer grazing near the tree line.
Instead, I saw 6 or 7 deer running full speed through the
middle of the field. They weren't just moving away,
they were fleeing. Their tails were up, their heads
low, and they were running straight for the woods like
something was chasing them. Then I saw what was behind them
through the tall grass, which was around 4 feet high at the
time. Something large was moving fast
on 2 legs. It was covered in dark hair and
ran in a straight line behind the deer.
Its body rose above the grass, which meant it had to be well
over 6 feet tall. It wasn't clumsy or slow.
It ran with long heavy steps, covering ground quickly.
It stayed just behind the deer, following them right up to the
tree line. The arms were long and moved
with the stride. I could see them swinging low,
and its back was wide and strong.
The creature's head was low on its shoulders.
It didn't make any sound that I could hear, but the way it moved
through the grass told me it was something powerful.
I stood there frozen, watching it run until it disappeared into
the woods. It was tall, upright, fast, and
stayed upright the entire time it was in view.
I had no doubt about what I saw. It was a Sasquatch, and that
wasn't the last time something strange happened back there.
Later that season, maybe a few weeks after the sighting, I was
outside one night with a friend. It was around 9:00 and we had a
small fire going in the backyard.
The night was clear and quiet. We were just sitting and talking
off. In one corner of the field, we
heard coyotes yipping. That wasn't out of place either.
They made noise on and off all through the summer, and it
usually didn't mean anything. But after a few minutes of
yipping, something happened that neither of us had ever heard
before. From the opposite end of the
field, closer to the far tree line, a loud screeching sound
broke through the night. It was long and high pitched,
like something huge had let out a scream.
The coyote stopped instantly. One second they were going crazy
and the next it was dead quiet. The entire field went silent.
We didn't hear another sound the rest of the night.
That screech didn't come from a fox or an owl.
We've heard those noises before. This was louder, deeper, and
came from something bigger. I didn't see anything that
night, but I knew where the sound came from.
It was the same corner of the field where the deer had been
chased weeks earlier. About a month after the first
sighting, it happened again. It was a calm afternoon and I
was outside with the same friend.
We had a few golf balls and were hitting them into the field for
fun. The grass had grown taller by
that point, probably closer to 5 feet in some areas.
We were standing near the top of the field when we noticed
movement farther down, closer to the woods.
At first it just looked like something shifting in the grass.
We thought maybe it was deer bedding down, but then it moved
again and this time it stood up. The creature rose straight out
of the grass and we could see it clear as day.
It stood on 2 feet tall and still facing toward the woods.
From our angle we could see the full upper half of its body
above the grass. It was covered in hair that
looked dark brown or black. It didn't move right away, it
just stood there and we stood frozen.
After a minute or two, it started walking slowly toward
the trees. The movement was smooth.
Each step made the tall grass shift and bend.
It didn't stop or look in our direction.
It just walked upright without rushing until it reached the
woods and disappeared into the trees.
We didn't say much. We just stood there and watched
until it was gone. We both saw it.
We both knew it wasn't human or a bear.
The shape, the way it stood, the long arms.
The. Stride.
It was a Sasquatch. There was no question in either
of our minds After that second sighting.
I talked to my dad about it. He had grown up on the same land
and I figured he might have an idea of what was going on.
He didn't seem surprised when I told him.
In fact, he told me that he had seen something similar years ago
when he was a boy. He said he never spoke about it
much because people wouldn't believe him, but he described
the same thing. A large hairy creature moving on
2 legs through the lower part of the field.
It had crossed near the tree line and disappeared before
anyone else saw it. He had remembered it ever since.
Between the two sightings, the loud vocalizations and what my
dad told me, there was no doubt left.
The fields and woods behind our house had a Sasquatch moving
through it. You didn't need to see tracks or
broken trees to be sure. I saw the creature twice with my
own eyes, and both times it acted just like other people I
described in sightings from other places.
I haven't seen the creature since those two sightings, but I
know it's still out there. Maybe it only comes out during
certain seasons. Maybe it stays hidden most of
the time in the deeper parts of the forest.
Whatever the case, I keep my eyes open when I'm outside near
the field, I always watch the tree line, and I never ignore
the dog when he starts barking like something is out there.
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Years ago a friend and I went deer hunting in the hills above
Marysville, CA. At the time Beale Air Force.
Base was closed so we went on the base in the mountains.
We camped out in the old barracks area that first night.
My friend had his two retriever. Dogs with him.
It was dark and we were in our bed rolls.
We heard a very loud yelling, almost a scream coming from the
woods about 100 yards away. The dogs went crazy and headed
towards the wooded area. My friend and I grabbed our
rifles and followed them. I have never heard a sound like
that before. Just as we got a short distance
away from the woods, we seen something that the.
Dogs were running around, it was on 2 feet.
It grabbed one dog through it some distance and swung on the
other dog. I had it in the flashlight beam
but couldn't see it too well. It turned towards us and my
friend said that it had a face like that of an ape.
It bounded into the trees and the dogs were called off by him.
We didn't stay there that night and years.
Ago they had a program on TV that had recorded the noise
believed to be Bigfoot. It was the same sound completely
that we had heard. In the summer of 2002, I was
hunting with my close friend in Sonoma County, California on our
family property that's adjacent to Pine Mountain.
We were walking along an old camp Rd. that had become
overgrown with brush and scrub. It was obvious that bear had
been using this trail as there was a considerable amount of
bear sign along the old road. We got to a point in the trail
where there was an overhang of pine limbs over a slight
depression on the right side of the road.
Upon inspecting the depression we noticed what appeared to be a
left footprint. We continued to survey the area
and noticed what appeared to be more tracks leading away from
this overhang and depression. We finished poking around and
continued on our way. We got just a bit further down
the trail and we walked through an extremely strong smell of
skunk or wet dog like odour. No sooner you had smelled it
that it disappeared, but if you took a few steps back it was
extremely strong again. I've been hunting and recreating
outdoors for many years and I'm very familiar with skunk spray
and how it seems to permeate a large area.
This was not simply the spray of a skunk, it was centralized.
It was literally like you walked through it and it disappeared.
Then you could turn around and walk through it again.
The two of us spent a few moments looking around and we
noticed something very strange. In the middle of the trail and
not far from the smell and the footprints we had seen, was a
large pile of oak acorns. The strange thing was, there is
not an oak tree anywhere near this pile of acorns.
They seem to have been placed in this location.
They weren't a collection of shells from squirrels.
They were fresh dropped acorns, enough to hold a hungry deer or
two for a little while. We theorized that whatever had
been hunkered down under the pine overhang in the depression
may have placed these acorns then set up under the overhang
of the trail in ambush. Our intent was to walk to the
back of Pine Mountain, then still hunt our way to the top of
the mountain. We had used this road for years
to access the back of the mountain and we were very used
to the topography so anything out of the norm would be
noticeable to us. My friend and I team hunt very
well together and after a short chat decided to use a 50 step
method, one of which would go 50 steps, stop and whistle to let
the other hunter know it was their turn to take 50 steps and
then they'd just watch and listen.
We were approximately 130 yards apart.
The ground was covered in heavy and dry leaf litter so the going
was somewhat noisy. I had gone nearly 3/4 of the way
to the saddle at the top and I heard what sounded like a
whistle, but not the whistle I recognized as my friends.
I also heard what sounded like a very large boulder break loose
and rolled down the back of the hill.
I had assumed that my friend had rolled it down hoping to kick
something out, but based on the last whistle, this rock was
rolled from that area and seemed to be 60 yards to my right when
my friend would have been twice that distance away from me.
I thought that maybe he had gotten closer to me as we made
our way up, but that would not have been the case in the past.
We work very well together and spacing is everything on our
team hunts. We got to the top of Pine
Mountain and we had a discussion and he told me that he thought I
had rolled the boulder and vice versa.
I told him about the whistle and he told me the exact same thing.
He also had this overwhelming feeling of being followed up the
hill like something was timing his footfalls as to not be
detected. I have to admit I felt this way
too, even more so after the discussion about the boulder in
2003. I had gotten a buck in the late
evening and by the time we had skinned it out and begged we
heard a very strange ape like scream to the South of our camp.
I was with that same friend and we both felt as if we were being
watched from something in the dark.
In the fall of 1988, early in the morning before light, my
friend and I decided to hike up a Ridge and sit down where we
could see a lot of area, hoping to see a deer that we could beg.
We parked in an area just below the Ridge where, when the sun
lighten it up enough, we could easily hike up to the top in
about 20 minutes. As it got light enough to see
the top, we noticed someone already on the Ridge wearing
what seemed to be black of all things.
He had no light and no gun, and we wondered where he came from
because we had been camped there for 11 days and no one had come
by that whole time. We watched him dig around in
some brush for at least 30 minutes, pausing occasionally
for long periods just to stare in different directions.
We joked that he was probably a hunter from LA because anyone
would be crazy to wear just black during deer and bear
season. Then he began to walk down the
hill right for us. Now we never left the truck yet
and he would walk a little ways and stop and look around just as
if he was hunting, but with no rifle.
He walked just like a human. So at this time there was no
reason to think it was anything but a man.
After a little while it was getting light enough to see even
better and he was still walking straight for us.
When he was about 50 yards away. We both at the same time
realized we were not watching a man, but this was a Bigfoot.
He walks like a man but he was not a man.
He had jet black shiny fur with a reddish colour around where
his eyes were. I had to see this thing up close
and he had not noticed us yet so I tried to open the door of the
truck real easy so he wouldn't notice.
But that old Ford truck was anything but quiet and he heard
the latch release and took one good look before breaking into a
run. I tried to bring the scope up to
view him closer but this guy could really move and I could
not get my eye into the scope before he got behind a tree and
never came out. It took all the nerve in my body
to walk over to the tree but he wasn't there.
He flat disappeared. My friend was hollering the
whole time not to shoot and thought I was crazy for trying
to go find him or a track or something.
All I know is I have a different kind of respect for the
backwoods now and I give a lot of room between me and large
objects. This occurred on a very rural
area between a National Forest and a game preserve.
Pope Valley is located in the hills above Napa Valley headed
toward Lake Berryessa. The first occurrence took place
in 1978. My father and I had moved into
the home to fix it and make it livable before my mother and
brother moved in. I was 12 years old at the time.
The property contained 236 acres of undeveloped land.
My father had completed our driveway and was sitting on the
porch in the evening when we heard what he thought was me
walking around the corner of the house in the freshly laid
gravel. Since I'm relaying this story to
you, you've probably figured out it wasn't me, but something else
he was faced with which quickly turned and ran away when he saw
him, leaving behind a wild musty skunk like smell which hung
around for about 30 minutes. Over the next 10 to 12 years we
had other visits, sometimes two or three in the same summer and
then we would maybe go 2 years without one.
They ranged from footprints to screams to smells.
Needless to say, I took up an interest in Sasquatch.
I was, at the time, intrigued and afraid.
I had avoided actually seeing one with my own eyes for about 9
years, and with that I could somehow write it off as actually
existing. Pretty dumb in retrospect with
the physical evidence and the number of witnesses in Pope
Valley who incidentally didn't want to talk about it either.
My meeting came one night when me and a friend of mine were
sitting on my parents porch It he came walking over the Crest
in front of the house, spotted us and took off running like a
middle linebacker in the NFLI. Kept waiting and hoping for it
to get down on all fours but it never did.
I turned to my friend and he was as shocked and afraid as I was,
so I knew I had actually seen this thing.
It was about 7 feet tall with what looked like greyish brown
hair covering it from head to toe.
The sighting lasted about 5 to 10 seconds.
One of our neighbors actually had one try to enter their house
but frightened it away with a gun blast.
Others told us of livestock acting up and they had thought
they had seen someone trying to steal or harass their cattle.
When they called out to this person, he ran off into the
woods. That's when they noticed it
wasn't a person. During the summer of 1974, my
sister-in-law and I were on our way home from Lompick,
California to see our respective grandmothers.
My sister in law's grandmother lived in Buttonwillow which is
in Kern County, and my grandmother lived in Porterville
which is in Tulare County. It had just grown dark by the
time we were about 5 miles outside of Paso Rubles on Hwy.
46 heading towards Shandon, and had just passed a lone farmhouse
to our left when I had to. Pull to a quick.
Stop. Just in front of us, stooped
down in the road and holding a chicken to its mouth was a
creature about the size of a 12 year old.
It stood up on 2 legs and ran quickly past us to the left of
my vehicle. Still holding the chicken.
We turned to watch it veer off to our right behind us and up
over an embankment. I asked my sister-in-law did you
see that? She did.
I didn't know what I was thinking because I said to her
let's catch it and turn the car around.
Then I immediately thought better of it as it was obviously
a young Bigfoot and I was afraid its parents might be close by as
well. And with as fast as that
creature ran, who knew the strength of its parents?
This creature was covered with long dark brown hair except for
its face and region around its belly button, and it was obvious
that it was a boy. It had a flat face and a broad
nose, and its teeth looked like it could use a good
orthodontist. This happened October 25th,
2010. I was watching a movie in my
room when I heard a noise outside.
This was about 1:00 in the morning.
It sounded like a long blowing horn so I turned my TV on mute
thinking it was a siren. I knew it was not a siren when I
heard it again and knew it was coming from something alive.
I went outside and the noise was so disturbing that I actually
felt scared of it. It was more like this cry but in
a howl, like it was hurt and moaned in pain by an injury.
I have a few dogs and each of them were very disturbed by it
too. They refused to come near the
front or back doors. It was like they didn't want to
come outside. I assumed it must be a bear or a
Mountain Lion, but the one thing that confused me was I didn't
think animals like them sounded like that.
The day after this happened, my friend came to pick me up at
around 8:00 at night. We enjoy going to casinos and
there's this one about 35 miles from where I live.
The sun had just set and we drove no more than 4 miles down
the road when I heard the noise again.
I rolled the window down more and my friend heard it too.
It was close to where we were so we slowed down to get a better
here. The noise stopped so we started
driving again. About no more than 10 seconds
later we saw what looked like a 10 foot man covered in hair.
This is not a joke. And when the headlights shined
on his eyes, they glowed. Human eyes don't do that.
He was pretty far from our vehicle and no I didn't see his
face. His hair was black, maybe dark
brown. And yes, his eyes glowed by the
light. The first thing we both thought
was Bigfoot. I did a little.
Look around on my computer and found information on Bigfoot,
the howling and the sight of that animal could not have been
a human and if it were then he had some massive eyes with big
contacts to make them glow like that.
I'm pretty sure the car behind us saw it too because they
slowed down and stayed behind for about a minute after we
drove away. We went about our business to
the casino that night after our encounter and now I am a true
believer. I'm 42 now and it's been a.
While since I decided to tell my story about what I saw that
beautiful sunny day. About 11 AMI lived at a house by
a levee. In my childhood years,
immigrants had a shack against the levee and always had a
gathering for the weekend. One day my mom went out to show
the men how she could shoot her new 22 Ruger rifle at the tin
cans. After all the fun, a man was
just having an idea if he could just use the rifle on Saturday
morning for cotton tails. Mum and dad was happy to let him
use it. Saturday came around and I
noticed the homemade rack with cotton tail and Jack rabbit
hanging upside down near the small cabins to the side of
them. My brother told me to go with
him and check them out. It was sad to see such a kill.
That evening the men showed my dad how beer batter makes a good
rabbit roast over the fire and we all had a share of the food
with wild rice and flour tortillas.
This went on for two weeks. Then a problem occurred.
Someone was stealing the rabbits from the rack.
Since our family was the only one in the camp, we were most
likely the blame. My dad was beat up at a card
game as beer caused a climax over the rabbit issue and I
could not stand to see it. I was not afraid of anything
'cause I never watched any TV in my life about scary stuff, so I
had no feeling for that in that direction.
I went up the levee to just look around and I saw a rat snake.
I came down and told Mum about the snake.
Mum said not to go back up again, it could bite me, but my
curious mind took me back up. The next day I walked up the
levee looking down to the right side where I might have seen it
last. When I got to the top that was
it, no snake. Then in the silence of
everything but the soft breeze blowing a bit in my ear, I saw
something moving in front of me. This huge monkey like creature
on a Cottonwood tree. Looking over the levee I noticed
it in the shade of the upper branches because one of its legs
was swinging back and forth below the branch.
I got closer to adjust my focus on this big creature and sure
enough it was some sort of ape like thing but with a smaller
head and it had human like features.
I looked down to see if there was a fence between US and there
was not any fence at all. My mouth was watering over fear
and I could not move my legs. I found a way to turn around and
get off the levee. As I went down the levee halfway
down I started to run and never looked back.
I told my mum about what I saw and she stopped cleaning and
told me to just shut and lock the doors.
My mum was now thinking of the rabbits that had gone missing
and told me food left out makes animals gather for more.
We never went over that levee again.
Fear after that was something to remember when alone at that age.
We moved a few years later due to the one corona murders on the
same farm and never spoke about the huge monkey by the levee
again. In the winter of 1999 I was
driving back from Blythe and it was about 10 PMI slowed my semi
down going through the mountains when I came to a pullout and I
got out to relieve myself. I was standing on the passenger
side of my truck and that's when I heard the sound of rocks
falling. When I looked up I saw something
that I cannot describe in words. It ran 20 yards in front of my
truck heading east. I jumped back in my truck and
drove off. I've never told anyone about
this, not even my wife because I thought people would think I'm
crazy. I never drove that highway again
at night. What I saw was about 7 or 8 feet
tall. It was greyish brown and what
scared me the most was the grunt it made when it crossed the
highway. The following information can be
added to this report. The first thing the witness
noticed when he pulled off the road was a strong, dead,
decaying skunk smell. So when he stopped the truck, he
turned off the engine. He left the headlights on just
in case he might step on something as he stepped out of
his truck. As he was standing alongside the
passenger side of the truck he began hearing rocks falling like
an animal was walking down a mountainside.
At about this time the dead skunk smell which was bad got
even worse, like a gagging type of a smell.
At that instant he observed this long haired large framed
creature walking in front of his truck and through his headlights
and then across the road making a loud grunting noise.
Now this last series of events put the witness into a very
frightened mode and he had the strong feeling that he had to
get out of there. Now in late high school a group
of my friends drove out of Livermore, CA down Arroyal Rd.
The time of year was likely spring or summer as I don't
recall it being cold at the end of Arroyo at the time or off a
turn off was a pumping station for the local reservoir.
We parked on the street. The reason for this trip was a
trek to the ruins of a former mental hospital.
Unclear if there was a more direct Rd. but a royal Rd. was
desolate and rarely used at that point.
We thought it would be fun and had attempted this journey
before, but we were never successful.
I was driving one of the two cars.
It was after dark. The other driver and I got out
of the cars and turned toward the hillside behind us.
I was shining a flashlight along the hill and almost immediately
noticed a tall furry brown creature walking on 2 legs from
left to right for about 30 to 40 feet.
This was approximately 40 feet away.
The other driver was next to me and I asked, Are you seeing what
I am? I couldn't finish the sentence
before he replied, Yes, I am. I continued shining the light on
the creature as it moved to the right and then started up the
hillside and disappeared as the others were getting out of the
car. The other driver and I quickly
discussed that we would not mention this to the others as it
would only scare them. We gathered flashlights and then
proceeded up the hill behind the cars.
I had been part of three or four previous trips to this location
and had never been scared before like I was that night.
Instead of shining the light ahead, I was constantly shining
it behind and around us looking for the creature.
I am and still convinced that what I saw was a Bigfoot.
So was the other driver we later shared with the group who
dismissed our sighting as a bear or some other creature.
It was not a bear. It was tall, dark brown, and
clearly walked on 2 legs. While we had about 10 or so
people in our party, only the driver and I witnessed the
creature. Neither of us had anything to
drink or any other substance. During the spring of 1982, the
Witness, a high school teacher, his younger brother, and two
friends, all in their early to mid 20s, were on a hiking and
fishing trip. They had hiked about 6 hours
without seeing another human and were camped next to the Manzana
River. They'd been eating dinner when
they heard a loud crashing sound coming from the adjacent
hillside. As they looked up at the trail,
which was about 10 to 15 yards away, they saw a large bipedal
animal running down the trail. They yelled at it and it turned
and looked at them. As it continued running, it
quickly ran over a Ridge and then out of sight.
The sighting lasted a total of 5 to 6 seconds.
Although it was dark at the time, their bonfire illuminated
the whole side of the hill and made it possible to see some
details. The witness described the animal
as human like but covered with dark brown or black hair, very
muscular, with shoulders above 4 feet wide, approximately 6 1/2
to 7 feet tall and over 300 lbs. Its footfalls sounded thunderous
as it ran down the hill. There was no odor.
The four of them spent the remainder of the night sleeping
in shifts so two people would always be awake to keep watch.
The witness said that they knew immediately that they had seen a
Bigfoot. It seemed as though it was as
anxious to leave the area as they were for it to leave the
next morning. They looked for tracks on the
trail but found none. October 11th, 2024 I heard a
noise in the backwoods of our cabin.
Our friend's dog alerted at the exact same time.
I had a spotlight in my hands because we were out letting the
dogs go to the bathroom. When we heard the noises, I
rushed to the back of the property.
When I reached the back fence, I was able to put the spotlight
onto a light brown animal running away from me.
More dogs in the direction this animal was running started
barking after it was out of sight of me and my light.
I have seen many deer and a few bears here.
This was huge compared to them. I estimate a minimum of eight
feet tall. It was about 100 feet away or
so. My friends were here with me.
Two family members who have texted about it are asking me
about the sobriety level I'm at, but I know what I saw.
I've never seen anything like this at all.
I honestly believe I saw a Bigfoot and nobody will ever be
able to convince me otherwise. In the summer of 1962, while me
and a friend were riding our bikes, my dogs started going
crazy. I looked at my dogs and saw that
the hair on their backs was straight up.
I looked in the direction they were barking and standing in a
sugar beet field 30 to 40 feet away was a humanoid figure
covered in long shaggy grey hair.
This thing was massive and I would imagine it was at least 8
feet tall. It didn't move, it just stood
there looking at us. Needless to say, in 1962 I
didn't know what Bigfoot was, so I turned my bike around and got
the heck out of there. My dogs, a collie and an
Australian shepherd beat me home.
The following information can be added to this report.
The witness stated the creature was facing them, made no
movement and no noise during the encounter.
He had a good look at the creature at very close range.
It had no noticeable neck, human features to the face he
described as Samoan or like that of an African American and no
hair on the face. The arms were massive and he
stated that it had a gorilla looking upper body.
The hair was grey, long and shaggy on the body.
He would estimate it weighed between 6 and £800.
He could not recall any details about the eyes.
He estimates the length he seen the creature was about one
minute. He lost track of time and stated
he was frozen in shock as he was staring at the creature.
When he did move to grab his bike and flee, his friend and
dogs were a good 100 yards away already heading away from the
scene. As he states, he didn't know
what a Bigfoot was, this was merely a monster out in the
field. Over the course of time, he
realized what he had encountered was a Bigfoot, and he developed
an interest in the subject as an adult.
August 30th, 2002 We had driven from the San Francisco Bay Area
to Sierra County for a camping trip.
When we arrived, our usual campground was full and we went
to a less popular campground which was a few miles further
down the road. By the time we arrived it was
already dark and we hurried to set up camp for the night.
Our intention was to camp at this campground for the night
and look around the surrounding area for a better sight closer
to the water. The next morning.
Since we had children with us, they had to go to the bathroom
and my friend who had spent his youth camping in the area and
this campground took the girls to the closest outhouse while my
husband and I started setting up camp.
They came back and everyone was talking about how horrible the
area around the outhouse smelled and we laughed saying it was
close to the end of season and about time to clean out the
vault toilets. Soon we finished up setting up
tents and unpacking the few things we would need for the
night. I decided I should visit the
outhouse and my daughter, who had already been with our
friend, said she would show me the way.
We set off down the trail and my husband decided to join us.
We walked down the trail slowly because it was very dark and I
had only brought a small flashlight that I always keep in
the Jeep since we hadn't fully unpacked.
The Outhouse was located in an area that was about 10 feet
below the trail from the campground.
My daughter finally found the trail down and I flashed my
light down into the gully to look for the outhouse.
I found the outhouse and also found 2 red eyes looking back at
me. The eyes which were reflected in
my flashlight seemed to Crouch down.
I decided that I didn't need to go to the bathroom after all and
made the decision to walk back to the camp rather quickly.
When we got back to camp, my husband and friend decided to go
back and look around with a better flashlight, but found
nothing, although both noticed that it didn't smell as bad as
it did before. The next morning I got up and
decided to go to the bathroom no matter what was there.
When I got to the outhouse, I realized that the eyes I saw
reflected back at me had stood about 7 to 8 feet off the
ground. Also, on further investigation,
we found some small trees uprooted and pushed over in the
outhouse area. And most important of all, the
smell was gone. In early August we had had
another strange encounter at a different campground in the
area. We were camping with many
friends and we the group were in several different campsites.
One group arrived later than the rest of us and set up in a
campsite adjacent to ours. That night something raided our
campsite and made off with a large Tupperware bowl of trail
mix closed with a lid and a large pork loin roast.
The next morning we found behind our campsite on a small incline
the Tupperware bowl with the lid placed next to it.
No damage at all to either piece of Tupperware and a large pile
of scat that did not look like any bear scat I had ever seen
before. Due to its size it was huge.
In the summer of 1964, an unknown ape like creature walked
upright out of the thick patch of brushes and stood looking for
several seconds up and down the fire lane.
I cocked the hammer back on the 32 calibre carbine, shouldered
the weapon and began to press the trigger.
Something in my mind ordered me not to shoot the creature.
I call it divine intervention. I asked myself if this was a
bear. No, I instantly decided that it
didn't look like a bear because there was not a long protruding
snout jutting out from the face. Besides, bears are not legal
game in this area of California. It certainly was not a buck.
Never mind the fact that if it was a deer, there were no horns
on this animal. I immediately told myself it
looked like a monkey. Man, I can hear myself today
saying those words out loud. What the heck is a monkey doing
out here in the mountains? In the meantime, as I made the
move to shoulder the carbine and spoke those words, the big
animal turned toward me from the waist up.
Looking over the sights of the little carbine, I observed this
being to be about 7 or 8 feet tall with well muscled, long
hairy arms hanging down to its waist.
The hands looked almost human. I remember noticing these things
as I slowly put down the gun. This creature was completely
covered in long dark brown hair from head to feet and appeared
to have a huge barrel chest. Some other striking features
that I noticed were a flat square jawed face, a flat dark
looking nose, no noticeable hair on the face, and a sloping
forehead. I don't remember seeing any sign
of ears on the animal, Too much long hair around the side of the
head, and there was no discernible neck.
Since I had no idea what this creature was, I've always been
glad to have instantly decided not to shoot it.
Thank God for protective angels. The other thing I thought about
at the time was that this thing could be some idiot in a monkey
suit playing a prank on some hunter like me, but then only a
village idiot would dress up in a monkey costume and roam around
the mountains during deer hunting season.
As I contemplate the incident today, I realise now that it was
a Bigfoot and it had both seen and heard me.
I could not tell what sex it was because of all the long dark
hair around the body. However, now that I have seen
numerous showings of the Patterson film in which Patty
was documented, I must guesstimate it was male and
gender within 10 to 15 seconds. As quickly as the creature had
entered my field of view, it calmly made about two strides
across the open fire lane, parted some tall bushes with
well muscled uplifted hairy arms and disappeared into the thick
brush. Right away I noticed that it was
now standing inside the screen of thick brush alongside the
fire lane like it was watching me.
I could readily discern the huge dark shape as it stood there for
possibly a minute or so. Apparently it was looking at me
sitting up the hill on the ground.
I didn't know at the time whether it was going to attack
me or leave. I kept the little carbine in its
ready position across my chest and slowly stood up to get a
better look at this unknown animal.
I decided at the moment when I stood up that if this thing
would charge me I was going to run back up the hill to my dad
unless it got too close to me. Then and only then would I
consider shooting the animal. I admit it, I was scared fit to
wet my pants. I now recall seeing the bushes
shake violently and the dark shape stepped out of sight.
I slowly sat down again and listened to its rustling
footsteps as the huge ape man descended down the hill away
from me. Boy I was glad it was gone now
the shake started. If I had been smoking in those
days I would have lit a cigarette and probably smoked
the whole pack. Finally after about 15 minutes
when the stillness was broken by singing birds and scurrying
chipmunks, I got up enough nerve to carefully go down to the spot
where I had seen this creature. Was I dreaming?
No, because there in the loose dirt I saw a couple of huge
human like bare toed tracks where it had crossed the fire
line. Then a raunchy odor hit my nose.
I remember thinking it smelled like a horrendous fart.
In fact, at the time I decided to call it the Fart Creature.
I know that it's not a very endearing name for such a
marvellous being, but that's how my scared brain was working that
fateful morning. Deciding that now would be a
good time to leave the area, I quickly walked back up the hill
to where I'd been sitting and stood there for a few minutes.
Clearly I had seen something unexplained.
Now I had to decide if I should tell my dad or just keep quiet.
To tell you the truth, I was afraid to tell my father because
I knew he would never believe me.
I thought he would most certainly take my hunting
privileges away for seeing buggers in the hills.
I began slowly walking back up the fire break toward my father
in the Piney flats above me. I remembered now that he asked
me why I had left my dear stand so early.
I think I replied that I was hungry and bored and not seeing
a buck right after daylight. He probably chewed me out for
leaving so early, but at least I did incur his wrath for telling
a bugger story. Honestly, for many years I
forgot about this incident. I had to go back to military
school the next week, and the ensuing years later in my life
was filled with other things. Of course, I really never did
totally forget about seeing a Sasquatch.
It was only later on in life, after getting married, serving
in the military, and leaving California for Florida, that
this sighting began to trouble my conscience.
How I kept this secret for this many years, I will never know.
I guess I was frightened that people would think I was crazy.
Usually I'm the blabby type, sharing plenty of secrets with
almost anybody, especially family or friends.
But this deal? Oh no, I kept these cards close.
Too close for too long, really. This occurred when the witness
was 12 years old. In 1950.
The witness was camping alone in the Los Pedros National Forest
near her home in Ojai because she had run away from home,
behaviour that was somewhat common for the witness when she
was a child. The first time she ran away, her
parents were alarmed enough to have forest Rangers out looking
for her. However, her subsequent
excursions from home eventually left her parents indifferent
because they knew that she would return in a few days.
The witness on horseback rounded a curve on the trail and saw
down below 3 hair covered creatures drinking from a
stream. They were crouched down on their
hands and knees on the bank with their mouths in the water and
did not look up to see the witness for about 30 seconds.
After the creatures rose up, the witness raised her hand, palm
facing outward in a greeting which was returned in like
fashion by the adolescent, while the two smaller creatures stood
beside the adolescent and stared at the witness.
The adolescent then took the two small ones by their hands and
the three of them turned and walked up the trail and over a
hill. The sighting lasted about 3 or 4
minutes afterwards when the witness moved down to the stream
to allow her horse to drink. She did not look for tracks.
She did not know what the animals were because in 1950
most people had never heard of Bigfoot.
However, she knew that these animals were not bears because
they didn't look like bears and because bears would not have
returned her greeting gesture. Using her five feet height as a
yardstick, the witness judged the tallest of the three,
apparently an adolescent, to be between 5 foot three and five
foot 4IN height. The two smaller ones were about
3 1/2 feet tall. The creatures had brow ridges
although not as pronounced as a Neanderthal.
They had kind of *** shaped noses and the ears were not
visible. The head shapes were human like
with no Crest or point at the top.
The witness is unsure of the hair length.
The adolescent had a normal build like a teenager and the
creatures walked with bipedal human like gaits.
No odour was noticed during the sighting.
The witness never felt any fear nor did she have any feeling of
being watched while moving up the trail.
After the sighting, the horse didn't pay no mind at all to the
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