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This report comes from a former wildland firefighter who
experienced unusual Sasquatch related activity during a
wildfire assignment in the Olympic Peninsula in Washington
in late August and early September.
I was a wildland firefighter at the time, but I'm not anymore.
I was 22 then. I got assigned to a fire
deployment in late summer of 2021.
My operation dates were August 25th through September 7th.
There are three of us on a Type 6 engine that's a three person
engine and it's just the three of you handling that unit and
its job. I was the engineer and LEED
Sawyer, which meant I handled comms, briefings and debriefings
and a lot of face to face stuff. The other two were the engine
boss and another firefighter. We got dispatched late and
didn't roll in until around 10 at night.
We didn't see the terrain in daylight at all.
We set up our tents, heard other engines, and then early the next
morning we packed up. The engine boss sent the other
firefighter to grab lunches, waters, sports drinks, whatever
we needed. I got sent to the morning
briefing so I could take notes and bring everything back to the
engine. The briefing started normal.
I'm standing there with my notebook like always.
Then they brought in a Hell Attack crew.
With urgency, they said they collected a casting of a print.
A huge print. It looked like a foot with toes.
I remember some people chuckling at first like it was a joke, but
that stopped pretty quickly because the safety officer was
dead serious about it. They held the casting up for
everyone to see and said they didn't know what it was or what
it intended to do. They said if anyone came across
it, keep distance and call it in to the incident commander
immediately. That was not something I
expected to hear on a federal incident, and it threw me off.
I tried to shrug it off. I always thought the idea of
something like that would be incredible, but I never expected
it to come up like that in a formal safety briefing.
After check insurance and logistics, I got assigned to a
division that covered a long trail that ran from a visitor
center down toward the coast. The trail was already acting as
a field break and we were widening it, running saws,
clearing branches, making them more open because we knew the
fire would likely come down over the Ridge within a day or two.
It was around lunch, about noon, and I'm on the saw.
The other firefighter is swamping behind me, pulling away
what I cut and tossing it to the pile area.
The engine boss taps my left shoulder.
I stop, kill the saw, and he doesn't even look down at me.
He's staring uphill and says there's something huge up there,
black moving above us. He said he saw a flash of this
massive black thing. We shut down what we were doing
and all three of us just stared. We were spaced out from other
crews. Each crew had its own section
and we weren't right up next to anyone.
The engine boss started guessing and said maybe it was a moose.
I'm not a hunter, never have been, but I know enough about
where animals are and aren't. I told him there's no way a
moose is down there like that, that close to the coast.
I said maybe I could be wrong, but it didn't make sense.
The other firefighter actually walked closer, maybe within 20
feet of where the engine boss said he had seen it.
He hunts, he was trying to figure out what it was.
We never saw anything else after that.
Not long after, our task force leader came over and told us to
head back to base and try to sleep because we were getting
moved to night shift. As soon as I heard that, I got a
heavy feeling that something was off.
I don't know if dread is the right word, but it felt wrong.
A few months before that, in early May, I'd lost my best
friend in a rock climbing accident.
It was bad. My nerves were already messed up
from that and it was still sitting on my mind, but the
feeling I had when we got switched to night shift felt
different than normal stress. We went back to base camp and
didn't really sleep. Night shift started at 7:00.
There was still a little grey light when we began that first
night. It was just our engine and one
contractor engine on that trail. They took the far side closer to
the coast and we held the line from the visitor centre to a
midway point. We were spread out about 1/4
mile apart, each of us walking our section with hand tools and
packs, watching for rolling material, crossing the road that
could start fire behind us. At one point I took a break.
I like writing, so I pulled out my notebook.
I got a strong feeling of being watched, but I tried to tell
myself it was in my head, that I was just in unfamiliar forest.
At night my back was to the fire glow.
Using it to light my notepad, I wrote a sentence.
You are not in control, let go. The second I finished the
period, 2 trees fell behind me like dominoes.
My first reaction was to run and look up, trying to catch the top
of the trees and the moonlight so I could tell which way they
were coming down. I didn't think they were going
to hit me, but it sounded like it was right on me.
There was a ditch on the far side of the road, a Creek drop.
It was maybe a 7 foot slope down and then a sharp climb up the
other side. As I ran and looked, I went down
hard into that ditch. My hard hat and headlamp, my
only light, flew off. I tore my rotator cuff.
I pulled muscles along the right side of my abdomen and pelvis.
My elbow and knee got torn up. The shoulder was the worst.
I couldn't lift a water bottle higher than my hip.
After that. There was dust from the trees
falling and dust from me crashing.
My headlamp was pointing at the ground in the mess.
I grabbed my hard hat and light, stood up, brushed myself off,
and that's when I heard two whoops.
I didn't have time to sit there and analyze it because I was
hurt and trying to get my bearings, but I knew what it
sounded like later when I looked it up.
It was that classic whoop sound people describe.
The engine boss came walking over because he heard the crash.
He checked on me. After that.
I was basically sidelined for the rest of that fire.
I never ran a saw again. I did comms and whatever I could
from the engine that night. Stayed quiet after that, but I
kept thinking about those two whoops.
We got out of the trees around 6:00 in the morning and waited
for day shift to relieve us at 7.
While we were staged and waiting, it was dead quiet.
The other firefighter was in the back seat trying to rest with
the window open. The engine boss and I were up
front. I was smoking.
Out of nowhere we heard whoops. 10 to 15 of them overlapping
each other. It sounded like multiple voices
stacking, not just one. I looked at the engine boss and
he looked at me like he didn't know what to call it, and he'd
been in wildland fire for over 20 years.
Toward the end of those calls, there was a large donkey corral
off to the side of the area we had just come out of multiple
donkeys. They started going absolutely
wild. Not the normal noise.
It sounded like panic, like they were scared.
The engine boss stared at the tree line and said it sounded
like a zoo. That freaked me out because he
wasn't the type to get rattled. I recognized the sound.
I heard it the first night right after I got injured.
I just didn't connect it fully until later on the next shift.
We started a little earlier so we could see more of the area
before it got fully dark. Day shift told us a spot fire
had gotten over our line and we wanted to check it.
Because I was injured they didn't want me hiking steep
terrain. The engine boss and the other
firefighter got out and started hiking up a very steep slope
through a thick coastal forest. Huge ferns, big trees, heavy
brush. They were trying to reach a
watershed that might work as a water source.
I drove the engine back toward the visitor center and looped
around to meet them at the top. On the way, I passed the donkey
Corel again. This time I actually saw the
donkeys in daylight, not just heard them.
I parked where I thought I was supposed to be.
I was in a clearing that felt like a perfect circle of woods
around me, except for the road in and out.
It was dusk, grey light. I got out to wait and smoke and
the dread hit hard. It felt like eyes were
everywhere, like the whole circle was watching.
I kept checking behind me. I put my back against the engine
because it felt wrong. I hike all the time.
I'm comfortable in the woods. I don't normally act like that.
Later we realized I parked in the wrong spot, maybe 100 yards
off from where they expected me to be.
They hiked back down instead, and I picked them up on the
trail. We staged, ate and waited to
patrol again. While we were eating, the other
firefighter said somebody had been whistling at them while
they hiked up. He said it sounded like a human
whistle, not a bird. We didn't see anyone.
It was odd, but at the same time, it still wasn't the main
thing on our minds. After that, things got intense.
The division started getting hammered more.
Engines came in, trees were dropping constantly.
One would fall in front of you, the crew would get out to cut
it, then another would drop behind you, cutting you off from
other engines. There were beehives in some of
the trees they had to buck in the road.
Trees kept falling over and over.
Like clockwork. A couple days after the
whistling, we got moved briefly to another division for
structure protection. We pulled into an area with
multiple teepees. We hadn't known there was an
active history of Native presence and ongoing practices
on that land. The whole area was protected
land. I'm not making any claims about
what that meant, but later it felt like another piece of the
whole strange puzzle. We kept fighting fire until my
final operational day. On that last day we drove all
the way down to the far end of the trail to a turn around area.
There was a clearing and a bridge you could cross on foot
over the same Creek area I had fallen into earlier.
The other engine was down there too.
The other firefighter went off, leading that crew to check.
A hose lay about a mile out. It was me and the engine boss
standing outside our engine. Pitch black, quiet, barely any
animal noise. I saw one small fox that whole
shift. I was excited because it was my
last night on that rough assignment.
I joked with the engine boss and asked if I should do a whoop
just to see if anything answered.
He told me to go for it, so I did. 1 whoop aimed away from
where the other firefighter had taken the crew.
Almost immediately something whooped back in the distance.
The engine boss and I stared at each other with wide eyes.
We both got chills. We got in the engine and waited
for the crew to come back. The next morning we had to sign
a non disclosure agreement to be released from the incident.
In five years of wildland fire, that was the only time I've ever
had to sign anything like that at the end of a fire and it was
required. Later someone asked me about the
two trees falling the first night.
The weird part is there was no fire in that area yet.
No wind event, no burned roots, nothing obvious.
That's what I can't explain. I never saw the trees hit, I
only heard them. Based on how it sounded, I
guessed it was about 100 feet away.
It sounded like it was right on me, like it was in my ears.
After that fire, I did go on more assignments, including a
major California fire in 2022. I couldn't just stop
immediately, but after the experience, it never felt the
same. I didn't love the job anymore.
My fiance was pregnant at the time, and that fire was the most
frightening one I'd worked. Eventually I stepped away.
The engine boss told me about something he said happened to
him in the 90s when he was on a hotshot crew.
He said they were spiked out, meaning they were living out
there with what they carried, food, water and whatever a
helicopter could drop. Later he said they'd been out
for about 20-4 days cutting hand line where the fire was moving.
He said the crew was hiking in a single file line.
He was near the front and about 200 yards out he noticed
something standing on a branch. He described it as standing with
one arm in the tree and the other arm hanging down.
He said he could feel it staring right at him.
He said he watched it for about 10 seconds because he thought it
was a bear at first. Then he said it backed off, the
branch dropped down and while it was falling it reached out,
grabbed the tree and swung around behind the trunk and was
gone. He told me he didn't see how a
bear could do that the way he described it, especially the way
it grabbed and moved. He said he brought it up on that
fire because he could tell I was questioning what was going on
and he was trying to steady me. This account is from a woman
describing repeated Sasquatch sightings and ongoing activity
at her family property in South Jersey beginning around 2018 and
continuing for several years. I live in South Jersey, I was
born and raised here. I grew up on a farm as the
farmer's daughter. I spent my whole childhood
playing in the woods and in the stream.
Now I'm married and I have 6 kids combined, three boys and
three girls. I work for a petroleum transport
company. We spent a lot of time outdoors,
camping, kayaking and hiking. Our house has been in my family
for over 50 years, so I know the land very well.
I recognised when something isn't right.
About four or five years ago, we started noticing strange things
happening. The first thing I noticed was a
bone pile. This happened two years in a row
in the exact same spot. There was a deer leg, a gutted
Turkey, Turkey bones, and other bones I couldn't identify.
It made me nervous. I thought maybe someone was
sneaking on our property and doing things they shouldn't be
doing. I told my husband I was
concerned. Not long after that, I was
walking our dogs on trails we had made through the woods and I
saw something take off. It was tall, black, and
extremely fast. At the time, I thought it was a
person. It happened a few more times and
I stopped walking the dogs back there.
My husband put up trail cameras, but they never caught anything
clear. Sometimes the cameras would be
turned off, turned around, or taken down.
The only unusual image we ever got was a close up of thick,
coarse hair. We assumed it was a raccoon
brushing up against the camera. Then we started noticing tree
structures. They were shaped like teepees,
made from sticks and big enough to stand inside.
At first I thought kids were building forts, but the branches
used in the structures were snapped off at heights between
7:00 and 9:00 feet. That didn't make any sense. 1
summer we started hearing noises at night.
The best way I can describe it is like being in a jungle.
There were whoops, chirps and noises that sounded like
gibberish. It reminded me of monkeys at a
zoo. When it happened, the
neighborhood dogs would start barking.
There were also strange howls and fake barking sounds like
something imitating a dog. When we walked the dogs, small
rocks, sticks and pine cones would hit us.
They weren't thrown hard enough to hurt, just enough to get our
attention. At first I thought my husband
was throwing them, but he wasn't.
One night while walking the dogs, something let out a deep.
Guttural Howl. It sounded like it was about 20
feet away. Right after that we heard a tree
snap and fall. The next morning we found a
healthy tree broken about 5 or 6 feet off the ground.
We also started noticing wide game trails through the woods.
They were about four feet wide, like something heavy had walked
through and flattened everything.
Branches along these trails were snapped high up.
We didn't think about Sasquatch at the time.
One night while we were watching TV and came across a Bigfoot
show, they were talking about whoops and tree structures and
everything they described matched what we were
experiencing. After that I had my first clear
sighting. I was walking the dogs when I
heard movement. I looked over and saw something
swinging from tree to tree using its arms.
It moved hand over hand like a chimpanzee.
Then it dropped to the ground and ran.
It was dark in colour, with long arms and hands like ours.
It stopped, looked at me, and then ran off.
When my husband got home, I told him I'd just seen a monkey in
the woods. Later, after researching, I
realized it was a juvenile Sasquatch.
My husband has seen them too. One time he saw a black one
about 9 feet tall. It looked at him and ran.
Another time he saw a reddish brown one around 8 feet tall
standing upright before running away.
I've also seen tall black figures moving through the
trees, but they disappear so quickly I couldn't fully process
what I saw. One night while standing near
the bar my husband built outside, we heard clinking
sounds, tree knocks and movement.
Then stones started hitting the tin roof.
We found the stones, but there were no rocks naturally in that
area. Another night we heard trees
snapping. The next morning we found large
trees broken and laid out in formations.
Some were arranged in squares, others in circles.
There were also arch shaped trees bent.
The structures were too large and complex for people to build.
We also found another bone pile above it.
A large bird had been tied between two small trees using
vine. One night we heard something
moving in the brush. When we shined a flashlight, we
saw something massive and dark on the ground.
It let out a deep growl and we left.
Later I found what I believe was a gift on my doorstep.
There was a circle of river rocks with feathers inside.
After learning about gifting behaviour, I started leaving
food and toys outside every night.
I would clap twice and call out. One night after clapping
something clapped back. Another time I heard whoops
after leaving food. I've also found a large hawk
feather in the gifting area. One of the toys I left, a blue
fish, was moved about 10 feet away.
Later a blue ball was moved to the same location.
My son also had an encounter. He saw something in a pine tree
that jumped down and ran. He said it looked like a
chimpanzee but moved partly on 2 legs.
We hear tree knocks, chirping sounds and branches breaking
regularly. At first I was afraid because I
thought people were on my property, but now that I know
it's Sasquatch, I'm actually less afraid.
I've never been attacked or threatened.
I believe there is a family living here.
I've seen the juvenile clearly and I've seen the adults
running. We continue to document
everything, but that's everything we've experienced so
far. This report describes a close
range Sasquatch encounter involving a teenage witness who
came face to face with a large Bigfoot in Eastern Kentucky in
June of 1996. I was around 13 or 14 years old
at the time. It was early summer, June of 96,
and school was out. I grew up in a very small town
and there wasn't much to do. No stores, no mall, nothing like
that. When school let out, we spent
our time outside. We went into the woods, explored
the creeks, messed around, shot BB guns, that kind of thing.
Our family property backed up against a large protected forest
area. From our land, you could walk
straight into it without seeing any houses for miles.
About two miles back into the woods, there was a section that
had been logged and strip mined years earlier.
It was closed off because the ground had become unstable.
Sinkholes had formed everywhere and we were warned not to go
back there. I had already explored about
half mile into those woods before, but that day I decided
to go further. I crossed several old fences and
followed an abandoned logging Rd. that hadn't been used since
the 50s or 60's. The trail was overgrown, but
still visible. Eventually I reached an open
area with almost no trees. It was filled with sinkholes of
different sizes. Wood surrounded it on one side,
maybe 300 feet away, but the sinkhole area itself was bare.
The sun was starting to drop, but there was still plenty of
light. 1 sinkhole in particular stood out.
It was the largest one there, roughly 20 feet across and about
10 feet deep. I noticed small holes dug into
the side of it, and I stayed back because the ground looked
unstable. When I started heading back
toward home, I noticed a dark shape inside that sinkhole from
about 15 yards away. At first I thought it was part
of a fallen tree or something I hadn't noticed earlier.
As I got closer I realized I was looking at shoulders.
Massive shoulders. The head was large and rounded,
like the lid of a trash can, but bigger.
My first thought was bare, but it didn't look right.
There were no ears on the top of the head.
I've never seen a bear in person, but I know what they
look like from pictures. This wasn't a bear.
The shape was bent forward with both arms down inside one of the
holes, like it was reaching for something underground.
I remember thinking it might be digging for food, maybe a
rabbit. What bothered me was that I
hadn't seen or heard it approach.
There was nothing in that open area that could hide something
that large. I should have seen it before.
I kept walking forward without really thinking about it.
Curiosity got the better of me. It didn't react to me at all
until I got within maybe 30 feet.
Then it turned its head and looked directly at me.
It took me a second to process what I was seeing.
It wasn't human. It wasn't an animal I
recognized. The face was flat, wide and
grey. The skin was dark grey, almost
like coloured. The nose was flat but slightly
rounded at the tips, with very wide nostrils.
The mouth was wide and I could see the top.
Front teeth. Large square human shaped teeth.
No fangs. The eyes were the most striking
thing. The outer part of the eye was
completely dark, not white like ours.
The irises were a bright pale green, not neon, but very vivid.
There were darker lines and faint reddish lines running
vertically through them. The eyes themselves were huge,
probably the size of half dollars.
There were scars on the left side of its face, too, deep
marks like it had been clawed or torn at some point.
At first, the expression was neutral, almost surprised.
We just stared at each other for several seconds.
I started slowly backing away. As I did, it stood up.
The sinkhole was about 10 feet deep, and when it straightened,
its head came to within a foot of the rim.
It reached up with one arm and pulled itself out in a single
motion. That's when I turned and ran.
I expected to hear a charging behind me, but it didn't.
I stopped and looked back. It wasn't running.
It was walking, quickly following me.
That's when it raised its arms and let out a vocalization I've
never heard before or since. It sounded like a donkey mixed
with a dog howl, deep and loud, lasting 3 or 4 seconds.
When it raised its arms, I saw the full body.
It had a clear waist, wide shoulders, large lats, thick
biceps. The hair was blackish grey, long
but thin and wispy. You could see muscle and skin
through it. The hair was about four or five
inches long. It had visible genitalia.
The shoulders were enormous, easily twice the size of mine.
I had been lifting weights since I was a kid and knew what
muscular bodies look like. This thing was built like a
bodybuilder, but much larger. I ran again and reached a fence
line. I climbed over it using a board
and pulled myself into a small tree about 14 feet off the
ground. It stood about 20 feet away and
looked up at me. To my right, there was a young
cow standing near the fence. The Bigfoot walked over, shoved
the cow over with ease, then looked back at me.
Then it turned and ran. When it ran, it was incredibly
fast. It crossed the same ground it
had followed me through in seconds and disappeared into the
trees. I stayed in the tree for another
15 or 20 minutes until the sun got low.
Then I ran home. I went straight to my room,
grabbed a shotgun and watched the woods from the window until
late that night. Later, family members told me
they had heard strange vocalizations over the years.
There'd been barn damage, fence posts pulled out, a tree stand
twisted apart, coyotes found torn apart.
I never went back to that area again.
This is a first hand account from a woman describing her
childhood Sasquatch sighting in a small town in Alberta, Canada
around 1981. My name is Leslie.
The biggest experience I ever had was my Sasquatch sighting
when I was about 8 years old. My cousin, my brother and I
lived in a small town at our grandmother's place.
We used to ride our bikes everywhere.
There were lots of trails, fields and open areas.
One day we were out riding around town and later decided to
go visit our aunt. She lived on a road where there
was a school, a big field, and farther down another farmer's
field. That day when we left our aunt's
house, we were told to go home. My grandmother's house was just
around the corner, the 2nd house in and you could see one house
from the other. We got on our bikes and rode up
to the road. When we reached the corner, all
three of us stopped suddenly because we saw something in the
road and couldn't figure out what it was.
It looked like a big boulder sitting in the middle of the
road. There was light shining from a
small building nearby and it lit up this shape.
We stood there confused because we had ridden that road all day
and there was no way a rock that big could suddenly be there.
We looked at each other and said what is that?
As soon as we said that, the creature lifted its head up from
a crouched position. It looked at us, then it stood
straight up. It just stood there staring at
us. It was tall, covered in hair,
and when I looked into its eyes, it didn't feel real.
We didn't understand what we were looking at.
We got terrified and ran. We ran with our bikes straight
to my grandmother's house. We flew up the stairs and into
the house. I remember slamming the door,
crying and screaming. My dad and aunt were in the
living room asking what was wrong, but we couldn't even talk
at first. It took a few minutes before we
could calm down enough to explain.
We told him that we had just seen a Sasquatch in the road.
At first my dad didn't believe us, but we were so terrified
that he decided to go look. We begged him not to go because
we didn't know what would happen, but he went anyway.
While he was gone, my aunt kept asking if we had seen a bear.
We told her no. We told her it wasn't a bear.
We saw its eyes, its hair, and when it stood up, it stood like
a man. It was slightly hunched, but it
was upright, just like a person. When my dad came back, he said
he walked down the road toward a farmer's field.
He couldn't go into the field because it was private property,
but he said the dogs were barking and going crazy.
He said he also smelled a very strong odor, but he couldn't see
anything because it was dark. Later, my cousin reminded me of
something I didn't remember clearly.
She said when the Sasquatch was crouched down, it was doing
something with its hands, like it was holding or handling
something. I didn't know what it was.
As soon as it stood up and looked at us, that's all I
remember and we ran. She also said that when we ran
up the stairs to my grandmother's house, that's when
all the dogs in the neighborhood started barking.
I remember it being completely quiet when we first saw it, and
then the barking started after we got inside.
We also smelled it. It was a very strong, pungent
smell. I had never smelled anything
like it before. That's one reason my aunt
thought it might have been a bear, but we knew it wasn't.
The way it stood up was not like a bear.
It stood up like a person rising from a Crouch, and it had to be
over 6 1/2 feet tall. That night, my cousin and I were
so scared that we slept in my grandmother's room.
We were afraid it would look through the window at us.
We slept there for about a month because we thought it might come
back. My cousin even made my
grandmother cover the bedroom window with tin foil blankets
and curtains so nothing could see inside.
My brother was only 7 at the time and even now he still gets
chills when we talk about it. He told me he doesn't want to
tell the story. He said he knows what he saw and
doesn't want to talk about it. When I think back on it, the
Sasquatch was great with some brown mixed in that made me
think it was older. It stood there watching us.
It didn't act aggressive. It was crouched down doing
something and when it hurt us it looked up and stood.
We all locked eyes with it. It didn't move toward us.
It just stood there, like it was showing itself.
It was far enough away that we weren't right beside it, but
close enough that we could clearly see its shape.
And it was shaped like a man, but much taller.
Its head was more conical than round.
It wasn't shaped like a bear's head.
It looked exactly like what people draw when they draw
Bigfoot, except it was grey. My grandmother later told us
that she had seen one too, years earlier in northern Alberta.
She said she was driving home at night and saw one step out of
the trees, cross the highway in just a few steps and disappear
into the forest. After my sighting, I would go
back to that road and look toward the area where we saw it.
I always felt calm there and wondered if I would ever see it
again. All three of us saw the same
thing, and none of us ever forgot it.
It was terrifying at the time, but now I'm glad I saw it.
This is a first hand account from a former marine and
railroad worker describing his Bigfoot sighting and ongoing
interactions in Florida beginning February 12th, 2020,
along with later activity in Virginia.
I worked 31 years at General Electric in Erie, PA.
For the last seven years, I was a locomotive test person.
Before that, I spent 24 years building them during slow times
at work. I started using the Internet and
came across Bigfoot research. I started studying it heavily
and became very interested. Since November 2019, I've spent
time around wooded areas looking for signs.
I don't walk deep into the woods much because I have a spinal
condition that makes walking painful, but I drive along the
edges and look. I've seen tree structures in
Pennsylvania, New York, Ohio, Florida, and Virginia.
They're everywhere if you pay attention.
My sighting happened on Monday, February 12th, 2020 in
Withlacoochee State Forest in Florida.
I was driving along Prine Rd. looking for structures.
I saw a large leaner. It's a main section of a tree
trunk about 8 to 10 inches thick stuck deep in the sandy ground.
I walked up to it and looked for claw marks or footprints.
I didn't see anything. I tried to push it over with my
shoulder and couldn't move it at all.
I'm 6 feet tall and about 290 lbs and I could not budget even
a fraction. That's when I realised something
extremely strong had forced it into the ground.
Further down the road was a huge tree pushed over onto another
tree. I had passed it many times but
finally stopped to examine it. I looked around the base and
root ball for evidence but didn't find anything.
I was standing there facing the tree and then turned around and
began scanning the woods. When I got to my left, I saw two
bigfoots standing there watching me.
One of them I could only see the shoulder outline.
The other one I could see clearly from about the waist to
the head. She was a female.
I could see her breasts. She was less than 30 yards away.
I focused on her. It was full daylight, around
4:00 in the afternoon. She was standing there
completely still, watching me. I tried to look for movement.
I wanted to see her blink or move her arm, but she didn't
move at all. I pulled up my phone to take a
picture. As soon as I raised the camera,
she disappeared. I lowered the camera and she was
there again. I raised it and she disappeared.
This happened over and over. Every time I looked through the
camera, she was gone. Every time I looked with my
eyes, she was standing there. I shut the phone off, restarted
it and tried it again. Same thing.
I went to my truck to get another camera and came back.
She was gone, but the other one was still there.
But it blended into brush so well that it just looked like
part of the vegetation. The female had massive arms.
Her biceps were huge. I couldn't see her hands because
of the hail she was standing on, but her upper body was enormous.
Her eyes were very large and dark brown, almost black.
The pupils looked extremely small compared to the size of
her eyes. She never blinked, she never
moved, she just stood there watching me.
After I left I drove down the road and realised she had been
standing on top of a hill which is why I couldn't see her lower
body. From what I could see, it was
about 5 feet from her waist to the top of her head.
She was extremely large. There was also a pond behind
that hill. I believe she was watching
animals that came to drink and had heard me approaching.
She stepped out into the open and showed herself.
A few days later I went to the Ranger station.
The clerk told me that another man had come in and reported
seeing a huge hairy creature cross the road in three steps in
his headlights. He refused to give his name and
left immediately. Later, when I moved to Virginia
near Roanoke, I started finding structures there too.
I found a star structure about 30 feet off the road.
I began leaving gifts like fish, apples, and other food.
One night, after whistling from my truck, I got tree knocks in
response. Later that night, around 2:15
AM, something slapped the door of my camper.
It wasn't a knock, it was a slap. 35 minutes later it
happened again. I went outside and looked around
but didn't find anything. Another night, while sitting in
my truck, I heard a large tree limb snap loudly nearby.
It sounded like something had broken it on purpose.
On another occasion, I stepped out of my truck and found four
large cedar pieces stacked next to it.
They hadn't fallen. They were placed there when I
left a salmon as a gift. It was taken.
The bags and food were completely gone with no trash
left behind. In one photo I took after
enlarging it, I could see what appeared to be a baby Bigfoot
and a larger 1 standing behind it.
They were watching me. I believe they have been there
the entire time. From everything I've
experienced, I know they are real.
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My name is Troy. I live in the northern mountains
of New Mexico. I'm 49 years old, and I've been
living here for about 13 or 14 years now.
But previous to that, I lived in Texas, where I was born and
raised. My dad was a sheriff's deputy
for many, many years, and we lived in a big city for a while.
Then he wanted to move us to the country to get away from all the
crime and whatnot in the big city.
So we moved to a little town called Golden, Texas.
It has a population of about 3 or 400.
There's a spot called the Salmon River.
It's next to a spot called Cedar Lake.
Cedar Lake used to be a little tributary that runs off the
Sabine River, and it eventually got closed up and just turned
into this really, really long lake.
I did a lot of hunting and fishing as a kid growing up on
Cedar Lake and all kinds of stuff.
All the old timers around the area would talk about different
weird things that would happen. A lot of it was bear related or
whatnot, but I never, never witnessed the bear growing up.
Where we lived was kind of off the beaten path.
You had to have a full drive vehicle to get to our property
and when we first moved there it was just a really muddy road and
hard to get to. We had a few neighbors that were
here and there and one of the neighbors, they were
missionaries. They would travel all over the
world doing missionary stuff. They had a grandson that was
close to my age and he lived in his city and he would
occasionally come down and visit and me and him would hang out
and do stuff and I'd kind of show him the Country Life.
We would do a lot of fishing. He didn't have a lot of places
to fish, you know, living in the city.
So I would take him to this one particular place that was maybe
3/4 of a mile or so from Cedar Lake.
It was a nice little fishing area that some other neighbors
owned and they allowed us to go fishing, but it was really way
off the beaten path. We had to walk a good distance
to get there. So he came down for the weekend
and we decided that we would go fishing and just mess around.
And so we took the four Wheeler that I had and drove as far as
we could and parked it. We would have to get off and
walk a good distance down the trail to actually get to the
pond that we were fishing at. So we get there and we're
fishing. It's a really, really nice,
clear day, and we've been fishing for maybe 45 minutes or
so. There's this fence that runs
through the middle of the pond. It was put there before the pond
was there, and it stuck out of the water about 6 or 7 inches.
This pond was in the middle of two small hills, and the fence
ran up the hill behind us, downhill through the pond and
back up the hill to the other side.
And it's heavily wooded all around.
So we're sitting there fishing, had our lines in the water and
all of a sudden the fence moved. My first thought when it
happened was that one of the neighbors cows had run through
the fence because that's what it seemed like.
Like something really heavy and substantial hit the fence and it
shook the whole fence and of course rippled the water really
good. It kind of freaked me out and my
friend Mark was like, what in the world is going on?
And I said, well, you know, probably a cow went through the
fence and we should probably go up the hill and see.
So we walked up and it was a little hike up there to where I
felt the cow had gone into the fence maybe 75 yards or so for a
second. I didn't see anything wrong with
the fence at all, but as we walked up a bit, we got to a
spot where the fence had been just crumpled, like something
pretty heavy either went through or stepped on it and pushed one
of the T posts to the ground and the whole fence was just in
shambles. So we looked around.
I didn't see anything that you'd see if a cow went through.
No tracks or anything like that. So we kind of look around and
I'm trying to figure out what's going on.
I think we actually walked on the other side of the fence to
see if there's any cows. Nothing.
So we walk back over the fence to the pond, just kind of
investigating walking around. Then we hear a sound, kind of
like a tree being ripped down or something being ripped off a
tree. So we walk over and still to
this day I'll never forget. It's pretty heavily wooded, lots
of briar patches, a lot of brush you have to go through to get to
the area. And we walk right up into this
little spot where this big, big pine tree, like a ponderosa pine
is at, and there sits this thing.
It was kind of crouched, sitting on the ground.
It was probably between 5 foot six and five foot nine, guessing
from my height compared to it. And we were literally within 20
feet of it. And the first sensation, other
than seeing it, I remember that it smelled exactly like rotted
fish, like rotted catfish actually, because I've smelled
that smell before on Cedar Lake before when there were dead fish
on the Bank of the lake. And it was just like
overwhelming. It just instantly hit me.
And of course, then I'm looking at this thing and my first
thought was this is a huge ape of some sort, because that's
pretty much what it looked like to me at the time.
It was just this huge ape. It was standing by this tree and
it had been ripping the bark off this tree.
And at the time, of course, I had no idea why it was doing
that or even what it was. But the whole incident lasted
maybe 10 seconds or so. Then it looked at us.
It was very sparsely haired. It wasn't really hairy or
anything. I could actually see skin
through it and you could tell the skin.
It was very, very rough and kind of darkish looking, but not
completely black. And it had a really huge brow
with really, really big nostrils.
It looked exactly like an ape face to me.
It looked at us and we looked at it and it was completely
surprised to see us. As I was to see it, Mark was
standing to my right, right behind me and I remember kind of
looking towards him and as I looked, he takes off behind me
and goes towards my left. I look back at the creature and
it stands up. It's in full standing mode at
this time. It's probably 5 foot six or five
foot 9 or so. And as soon as I turn, because
Mark had just ran behind me and I knew that he was freaked out,
and as soon as I turned, it took off.
It just shot through the forest and, you know, took off into the
forest. So I chase after Mark and he's
just running like he's in a marathon race, just sprinting
through the woods. He runs straight to where the
four wheeler's AT and he's trying to get on the four
Wheeler. Of course, I had the key and he
didn't know nothing about how to get that four Wheeler going.
Thank goodness, or he would have left me.
The whole time I'm running, I feel like the hair on my back is
standing up. I can't believe what I just saw,
and I'm fearing that it's going to grab me from behind.
And Mark, he's trying to get on the four Wheeler and get it
going. And I'm like, dude.
Move over, move over. We got to get out of here and
call my dad. We got on the four Wheeler and
we just take off and my dad, he's still a police officer at
the time and he had taken on a more detective role.
He worked in CID at the time, Criminal Investigations Division
of Wood County, which is the county we lived in.
So we get to the house and I run in the house and I call my dad
and I tell him what happened. My dad's like, Are you sure
that's what you saw? He asked 3 or 4 times.
I'm like, yes, absolutely. We were just right there.
I could smell it. I saw every inch of it.
Yeah, that's what I saw. So he took off work and he
brought my uncle and they brought their friend Dwight with
them. They came out and we took them
back to the spot. You could tell where the thing
had been sitting and ripping the bark off the tree.
And what we determined was that it was ripping the bark off the
tree to get to the bark beetles or the pine beetles that were
inside the bark. The fence just happened to be in
the way of it getting to the tree, and he either stepped on
it or pushed it down to cross. We showed him where the
destroyed fence was. And I do believe that my dad
found footprints, but of course, we weren't able to cast or
anything like that. But he saw evidence and he
absolutely believed me, and he absolutely believed Mark.
Mark was completely petrified of this.
In fact, that was the very last time Mark ever came to visit his
grandparents. My dad put the story out there
to people, and I think a couple more people that my dad knew
that haunted around the area said, yeah, we've seen the exact
same thing walking through our pasture or this or that.
Well, when I went to school, I told a few of my friends, and it
was this one guy, Stacy, he also fished around the Cedar Lake
area. He told me that he had actually
found hair samples or something like that, a wad of hair on a
tree one time, and it wasn't like anything he had ever seen
before. He told me that he had sent the
hair off or his dad had sent it off or something.
But of course there was nothing that came back on that.
But a lot of people said they had seen the same thing and that
they totally believe me. They knew I was telling the
truth. So that was my experience.
In. January of 1992 or 93, an
anonymous witness was hunting hogs with a three O 8 lever
action savage when he turned and saw an animal that he had never
seen before at a range of probably 50 yards rise up from a
squatting position. The animal was covered from head
to toe, except for the face with hair or fur of a chestnut
colour, was bipedal and appeared to be 6 1/2 or 7 feet tall.
As the creature rose from the squatting position, the witness
became acutely aware that what he was seeing was unlike any
animal he had seen before. Instantly, he raised his weapon
in an almost instinctive manner. Then it occurred to him not to
shoot the animal. The witness had earlier shot a
coyote at several 100 yards, so he knew that his gun was
properly sighted. Then he thought, there's got to
be more than one, meaning there were probably others out of the
witnesses field of vision, and had he shot this one he possibly
would have been forced to contend with the others.
Man and beast stood still and studied each other, the witness
focusing on the creature's eyes, the creature seemingly studying
the witnesses clothes. The witness continued to peer
through his four power scope for what seemed like 30 seconds
before the beast simply turned away and hurriedly walked off.
The witness was shaken and thought to himself, so this is
what a Bigfoot looks like. The witness was particularly
struck by the eyes of the animal which he described as soft, non
threatening, not aggressive. The creature's facial skin
appeared to be black. He was asked if he had viewed
the Patterson Gimlin footage, to which he answered yes.
He was then asked for a comparison of the two figures.
The witness said that the creatures were similar, but the
one he saw was thinner, wasn't as stooped and walked off easily
in an easy stride. The witness went on to add that
it stood and walked very quickly and naturally with no trouble at
all. The witness stated that he only
told one other individual who has since passed on about his
encounter. It was an old man who told the
witness that what he saw was that damned old monkey that
lives down there. My husband works on a huge ranch
about 750 acres outside of Quitman, TX and Wood County.
The area is heavily wooded. He often has to trap wild hogs
on the property because they tear up and root up everything.
Anyway, he was at the very back of the property checking traps,
and he saw something run behind a tree.
It was very big. Hairy and running on 2 legs, He
said the colour was charcoal grey and it was about 6 feet
tall. He did not see it again after it
hid behind the tree because he left.
The area, immediately, it really scared him and he says that it
reminded him. Of a huge monkey or ape.
The area that this took place in is very secluded with nothing
but thick woods all around. This might or might not be
anything, but it is strange. Last summer he found a large
watermelon broken in half back there in the same area.
The strange thing is that there are no watermelons growing on
the property and he's the only one who works there or has
access to that area. I've also heard lots of people
say that they've heard a cry or roar like a woman screams around
this area. Everyone says that there are
Panthers around East Texas area and they sound like that, but
after reading more stories it says that Sasquatch makes that
sound as well so who knows. It was early evening and our
golden retriever was barking loudly.
This was not unusual as there are many deer behind our house.
Our backyard consists of a large 20 acre field leading into a
wooded area. When I went outside to call the
dog in, I saw 6 or 7 deer running like heck like they were
being chased. I looked behind them and in the
tall grass a large hairy animal was chasing after them running
on 2 legs towering above the grass which was around 4 feet
tall at the time. We see occasional black bears,
but this was like no bear I had seen before.
I am convinced it was a squatch. Then later in the season I was
outside at around 9:00 with a friend.
We had a small fire going, the coyotes were yipping in the far
corner and in the opposite back corner there was a large screech
like sound and the coyotes went dead silent.
About a month after my sighting, as me and my friend were hitting
golf balls into my field, we saw suspicious activity lower in the
field. After about two minutes we
realized it was a squatch. It stood up and towered over the
grass, which was about 5 feet tall at the time.
We stood there watching it for about 5 minutes until it
retreated to the woods. The hairy creature was clearly
walking on 2 feet. I have no doubt in my mind we
saw a squatch after talking to my dad who has lived on our
property for years. He too had seen a squatch years
ago as a boy. Similar sightings were reported
by some farmers in the area and some other residents in our
small town. Daytime sighting on a farm in
the area of Newton in Litchfield County, Connecticut.
This sighting happened when I was a young boy of about 7 or 8
years old. It was a cloudy fall day and I
was playing near a window in the second story farmhouse when
something caught my eye. I watched as a hairy 9 foot
creature walked uphill across the front yard.
It had a huge stride as if it were in a hurry.
It kept looking back as it walked with its long swinging
arms. When it turned its head, it had
to also turn its shoulders to be able to look at a 90° angle.
I stood watching it walk along when it appeared to look up and
make eye contact with me for only a second.
It never broke its stride. Its eyes glowed like a raccoon
or a cat at night when light is shine in their eyes.
What frightened me was that it was still daylight.
I didn't get really freaked until it disappeared around the
side of the house. That's when I ran into the
kitchen where my parents were playing cards with another
couple. I tried to get their attention,
but they didn't have time for a whiny kid who wanted a cookie or
candy. It wasn't until they escorted me
out the front door and slammed it in my face that they figured
out something was wrong. There was no way I was going to
hang around outside with a monster in the area.
I. Flipped out, screaming, beating,
kicking the door and crying for them to let me in.
It was only a couple or three seconds and they knew something
was terribly wrong. They let me in and I explained
what I had just seen through tears.
My father and his friend went outside to look around, probably
thinking they would find a loose cow.
I'll never forget the look on their faces when they saw the
footprints that dwarfed their own.
My dad's friend was a tall man of around 6 foot two or three.
When he stretched his legs to step from one footprint to
another, it was next to impossible.
Their disbelief had turned to fear.
They did, however, want to follow the tracks that went
across a field that have been plowed recently.
I freaked out again. They seem to understand.
This time they decided that going in the car would be
better. We drove down a road a short
distance, found where it crossed and went up a hill.
The tracks disappeared and that seemed fine with everyone.
Comparing the height of the animal to nearby trees, I
estimate that it was 8 to 9 feet tall.
It was lanky but muscular and covered with black hair that was
thin and sparse as if it was shedding.
Its face was hairy with skin of a tannish yellow color and a
flat, mushed out nose. A Dome shaped head sat atop a
thick short neck. The Bigfoot looked more human
like than monkey like. Multiple incidents near Bethel
in Fairfield County, Connecticut.
These incidents took place in May of 2013 if I recall
correctly. I lived set back in the woods of
a long driveway, not completely surrounded by forest, but
mostly. There were a couple of houses
100 or more feet away, but I was pretty isolated.
I pulled up to my house in front of my garage.
I was facing a small chunk of woods behind an old Stonewall
that was very brushy and bushy and had a lot of big rocks and
uneven ground, and it all went slightly uphill.
I got out of the car with my 4 1/2 month old German Shepherd
and she uncharacteristically ran away from me toward the
Stonewall, barking very aggressively like a full grown
shepherd in protection mode. I was very curious what sort of
creature could get her to react like that, so I took my
flashlight out of the car and shined it in the brush.
But it was so heavy all I could see was a dark shadow moving
about 20 feet or so ahead of me very slowly, sounding almost
bipedal, like it wasn't very afraid but was keeping its
distance. Finally it got to somewhat of
her clearing, but it was crouching and hiding behind a
tree, poking its head out from behind repeatedly.
I wondered what dark bulky figure could have bright reddish
orange eyes and move from crouching to standing relatively
tall, so I initially figured it must have been a black bear and
I called my dog inside and went about my business.
The very next night I pulled into the same spot and had a
friend with me and we got out of the car and we both heard a
large bellowing roar a couple of times and it sounded like it was
in the area I saw the bear the night before.
He asked me what the F is that and I said it must have been
what I assumed was the bear I encountered the night before.
It wasn't until a few months later when I was watching some
videos on Sasquatch encounters did I realize what I really saw.
Not only that, but black bears don't roar.
The roar I heard sounded like vocalization recordings of angry
Sasquatch, and the movements of the head and colour of the eyes
were exactly as anyone who encountered them had reported.
Tall creature seen looking into kitchen window near Woodstock in
Windham County, Connecticut. Witness statement At about two
AMI woke up and went downstairs to get a drink of milk because I
had leg cramps. While standing at the kitchen
island counter, I noticed movement at the kitchen window
directly in front of me. I saw what looked like a face
look around the side of the window with two large red
glowing eyes. I was so startled I dropped
behind the counter with my cat and when I peeked over the eyes
were gone. I walked over to the spotlight
switch for the backyard, flipped it on, but I didn't see
anything. It may have moved back to the
side of the window where I couldn't see it.
Investigator DA Brake interviewed the witness and the
following additional information was collected.
The witness lives in a two-story house with the kitchen in the
rear of the house. The kitchen has two sets of rear
windows that overlook woods approximately 20 yards from the
back of the house. As the witness initially
approached the kitchen down a hallway from the front of the
house, she thought she saw initial movement in the front of
the kitchen window but was not certain at this point.
The only light source was from a kitchen stove light.
When the witness entered the kitchen, she turned on the
overhead kitchen light and turned her back to the window to
remove the milk from the refrigerator.
When she turned back around, she observed 2 golf balls sized red
eyes peering in her rear kitchen window.
She described the eyes as being set farther apart than human
eyes with possible light grey skin under each eye.
She maintained eye contact with the animal that she estimated to
be 7 feet tall for approximately 5 to 6 seconds before ducking
down behind an island counter between her and the kitchen
window. After turning on her backyard
spotlight and not seeing anything, she quickly went back
upstairs and turned on an additional set of exterior
floodlights that cover the front and one side of the house.
She looked out the front and side windows for approximately
30 seconds and not seeing any movement, went back to bed.
The next morning the witness inspected the area in front of
the rear kitchen window where the animal had been standing and
noticed 2 foot like impressions in ground cover ferns located
immediately beneath the window. The height from the ground cover
ferns located below the kitchen window to the point on the
window where the witness reported seeing the animals two
eyes was measured at six feet 10 inches.
The witness is an artist and provided a pencil drawing of the
two eyes she observed. The eyes depicted in the sketch
have a primate like appearance. The house sits on a four acre
lot surrounded by woods on two sides with a small pond stocked
with fish. Approximately 40 yards from the
side of the house. A family room window overlooks
the pond and a few times in the evening over the past few
months, the witness mentioned having a sensation of being
observed from the wood line which lies on the other side of
the pond. The property has numerous bird
feeders, including a set of three that sit approximately 50
yards away from the house. The witness mentioned that she
had found one of the bird feeders turned over on several
occasions. The property is replete with
numerous blueberries, blackberries, and Raspberry
bushes, along with grape vines, apple, pear and Peach trees.
The witness frequently observes deer on her property and has
seen Fisher Cats and a bobcat in the woods near her house.
Scouting of the woods immediately adjacent to the
house did not reveal anything unusual.
The witness also provided additional information of
interest. Several months earlier, she
mentioned hearing an unusual vocalization while retrieving
the morning paper around 6:30 AM.
She described hearing a distant howl from across the road South
of her property that started as a low pitch moan and rose to a
higher pitch whale of approximately 10 to 15 second
duration. She mentioned that her husband
has heard similar howls in the late evening hours.
A second incident occurred a few weeks prior to the early morning
encounter in which the witness had prepared a chicken Stew in a
large pot and placed it on a table on the rear deck overnight
to cool. She.
Stated that she had covered the pot with a lid and placed a
large brick on top of the lid. The next morning she discovered
the brick and lid lying on her deck with large amounts of
chicken Stew splattered all over the side of the pot and onto the
table. She described the scene as if
something had reached into the pot and lifted out some of the
liquid contents. close range multi witness sighting of a
Bigfoot Griswold Connecticut off 2 O1 Trail 2 to Mount Misery.
Bigfoot crossed in front of us. Two people on the road thought
it was a deer coming through the woods, but no, it was an upright
creature running passed over Gravel Rd. trail.
We were in a full size Kia Sorento.
It was at least 4 feet higher than the SUV.
This was in 2019 early October around 4:30 PM.
This thing was huge and quick. It was dark brown, tall and very
wide from the side. 2 legs. Definitely made a very big
ruckus coming through the woods. I could not see it anymore after
it was about 40 yards into the woods.
Five other stories of people camping in the same area.
It's a campground and swimming and trail walking area.
More bullet notes from witness. Witnesses heading eastbound on
Trail 2 and Patchogue State Forest.
Sunny, mild autumn afternoon Leaves mostly of the trees.
Fresh, crisp leaves on the ground.
The Bigfoot disappeared in a few seconds after 40 yards movement.
There was a Stonewall. It could have jumped behind it.
It crossed the road from the South.
I heard it coming before I saw it.
I stopped the car. It was only 10 feet in front of
the car. It did not look at the car as it
crossed. Took two steps to cross the
road. Only one foot touched the middle
of the road. Trail 2 is A1 lane Dirt Rd.
above 15 feet wide. Whole event took about 20
seconds. Very long quick strides, about 8
to 9 feet. Long stride.
Noise was loud enough for me to stop the car.
Saplings and trees were moving. The hair color dark brown,
Darker on head and shoulders. Little lighter on legs and
chest. Thicker hair on head and
shoulders. Head was not proportional to
body. Flat face, Dark skin on face,
short hair on head, rounded scalp.
No visible ears. Face from side mostly flat eyes
looked bigger human eyes saw some whites of the eyes with
dark irises. No noticeable cheeks or chin.
No noticeable forehead or brows because covered by some hair.
No flowing hair on head as he ran.
Hair looked neat and well kept neck.
No visible neck because hair from head covered neck.
No beard. Shoulders massive, 36 to 40
inches, extremely muscular. Shoulders very rounded.
Deltoids and shoulders looked like a male, built like a male.
No genitals visible. Chest broad, covered with hair.
Waist V tapered to a small sized waist.
Did not notice rib cage. Back Extremely muscular, well
built. Trapezius very healthy.
Arms long top arm gentle swing, thick arms.
Arms reached past the waist. Elbow was always bent.
Thigh longer, thick hair there did not see musculature.
Buttocks well built, rounded legs.
Movement appeared different than a human stride.
Feet it did not lift its feet very high, could not see the
bottom soles. No footprints noticed, but dust
was stirred up as he stepped onto the gravel road at
Hopeville Pond State Park in the 1990s.
Another witness saw a Bigfoot family dumpster diving. close
encounter behind a home, August 2016, Old Mystic, Connecticut.
I had a Sasquatch hiding in the bushes in a swamp behind my home
stalking 2 deer. It was less than 20 feet from
me. It had an arm 4 feet long with
jet black hair hanging down 3 or 4 inches.
I turned to make sure my back door was closed.
I turned back and it was gone. I've been hearing whoops and
wood knock type sounds all summer.
Located on private property and abutting A headwaters and swamp.
Literally in the backyard that leads to a local river is where
this happened. The landscape is broken up with
scattered houses, swamps, creeks, and woods.
There are a few large roads in the area too.
Around 5:00 PM, the witness's dog started barking and wouldn't
stop. He got up and went to take out
the trash and see what the dogs were barking at.
He got the dogs, put them inside and came back out to check the
yard. There were two deer that had
just ran past where he was standing.
That's when he saw it about 20 feet away.
He said it was a large arm covered in jet black hair, 3 to
4 inches long, pulling on small cattail type plants.
It was mostly hidden by a large clump of beach grass type plants
in the swamp. All he saw was a long 4 foot
skinny arm from the shoulder down to the fingers.
He said the hand was about 12 or 14 inches long.
Palm to the end of the fingers. He didn't count the fingers, but
other than being extremely long it looked normal.
He could see the crease lines in the long dark black palm and
fingers looked long and skinny. At that moment it made a loud
whoop sound and there was a response from just down the
swamp a little further. Realizing there might be two of
them. It freaked him out.
He turned away to check his house and he made sure his door
was shut and locked and turned back to watch it and it was
gone. There was a history of loud
noise from the swamps as well as wood knocks and whoops that have
been heard all summer. He also said that there has been
activity like this since 2014. He has since bought a trail Cam
and will try to get some images. Prescott, Yavapai County,
Arizona, November 2007 Hello, I'm writing to you because of
some strange goings on around the place I own.
Out here in Prescott we have the remnants of what used to be a
working ranch from years ago, some livestock left from those
days, a few horses, a few Brahma, a couple of goats out
there, and a Longhorn I won in a bar fight down in Limestone
County, Texas. And recently we think we have a
Bigfoot around. We used to winter horses for
people around these parts who were snowbirds, but no more
because of the mysterious disappearances that happened
here. In fact, lots of mysterious
things like that happen around the place, especially as fall
nears and the weather cools like September, October, November.
Nothing happens in summer out here. 1 notable incident was the
disappearance of one of my best dogs, part pit bull shepherd
mix. He wasn't afraid of anything and
was a great watchdog for the lower pasture.
He guarded the grazing stalk and two sheep we used to have and
the goats from local mountain lions and Bobcats.
Now you may say the dog wandered off, but he was 10 years old and
never left sight of the main house.
He was a devoted dog. Some said a bear came in from
the forest at night and took him, but my middle son found him
exactly 14 feet up in the crotch of a pinion pine tree with his
neck snapped. No teeth marks found, no bear
claw marks, no Mountain Lion tears, just a broken neck and
tossed up into that tree. Or if not tossed, someone must
have put the dog's body up that pinion, which my son had trouble
reaching. We all tried to explain that
one. Now on to the sheep.
I bartered with a fellow for a ram and you and had them down in
the grazing pasture along with the stalk, horses, goats and
such. We only had them a short while
and they disappeared for a while.
We thought the previous owner snuck back here loading up the
two and carrying them off, but my wife ran into the fellow in
the hardware store in town and talked to him about the
disappearance. He came home that day with my
wife and together we went out looking for sign.
We found nothing that day and I don't believe he had anything to
do with the sheep disappearance. He told me a far out story that
got me thinking though, which is why I looked up Bigfoot on the
Internet. He told me of a place up in the
Sierra Pre at a Ponderosa forest where this native woman ran her
small flock of sheep along with a young cousin, a blue mural
coolie and a border collie that kept her flock together at
night, fending off attacks by mountain lions, Bobcats, and
sometimes Wolverines. This one season, the woman and
her cousin were bringing the flock down off of mountain
grazing. It was late October and snows
were expected. She said she was not feeling
well and laid down in a grassy Meadow to rest, but woke up when
she heard the sheep bleeding, her cousin yelling and the dogs
barking loudly onto something. The woman sheep herder said she
got to her feet in time to see her two dogs biting at the heels
of a big hairy man as he ambled off, escaping with a big ewe
under his arm. The hairy man tried to fend off
the biting dogs. Kick the one Cooley dog all the
hell. This might be what befell my
dog. She called off the dogs and
watched the hairy man disappear into the pine trees with his
prize. He explained the hairy man to
her was what we call Bigfoot or Sasquatch.
She only told the story once to an elder and she won't speak of
it anymore. But he mentioned they come down
from the North in winter. Hearing the sheepherder story,
putting two and two together, my sons, the fellow and I pretty
much decided that we must have a rogue Bigfoot living somewhere
near the property. I don't mind that so much, and
we don't mind sharing some of the fruit off our trees with
him. But stealing a man's stock is
another thing. I don't expect to put up with
that. My boys and I, along with the
other dogs, packed a rifle in the scabbard and rode out
recently of a morning during Thanksgiving week and covered
the whole western stretch of the property line looking for sign.
You would laugh. We look like a posse in AB
Western. We worked the edge of the tree
line for about two hours looking for a trail.
We found one that led into deep forest, a section none of us had
ridden before. We work the horses through
there, into and around thick brush.
Soon we came to a stream and stopped to gather our bearings
and water the horses. Dismounting, I thought I heard
someone cough. I asked, and nobody heard it but
me. My horse jerked up, snorted and
became uneasy, sensing something none of us could see.
The other mounts followed. All of us were focusing on
keeping the horses under control as they danced about, bucking,
kicking and snorting. My sons thought Mountain Lion.
I wasn't sure. We stood together there by the
stream, listening, calming the horses, when the dog started
looking towards this thicket of tangled brush.
Then the barking started and they took off.
Still we couldn't see anything, but by now we all expected the
dogs to tree a Mountain Lion. We couldn't follow, the brush
was too thick. But the dog noise seemed to end
about 20 yards into this thick brush and brambles.
We kept calling and calling. Finally the dogs were turned and
then they took off again. Pretty soon the dogs were turned
with tongues hanging out, breathing heavy.
We leashed the dogs up and took them and LED the horses back
down to the stream. The dog settled down some, but
the horses didn't, and as we were making an effort to saddle
up again, that's when it happened.
There came this howl that lengthened into a scream that at
first sounded like a brahmafart, low, guttural and drug out,
ending up in a high pitched drone like a woman screaming
bloody murder. My body reacted with a chill and
goosebumps, mainly because the scream was coming from very
close, somewhere in that thicket of brambles where the dogs had
been. The scream was long and kind of
dragged out, the kind of noise that gets your attention real
fast. The fellow yelled Soyuko Bigfoot
as he pulled the rifle out of his scabbard.
By now the horses were almost impossible to control.
Then it got quiet. Not a sound, no birds, no
crickets, no nothing. Everything was very still,
except for the horses. The dogs were by now cowering
between my legs, their ears pricked toward the thicket.
Then, in the distance, we heard another scream.
It must have come from across the next valley.
Now we're figuring there is fixing to be two of these.
Bigfoot and I felt fear for the first time.
The dogs started whining. My grown boys hurriedly saddled
up. We followed and took off down
the trail, heading at a full gallop all the way home a good
hour later. I've never heard nothing like
that vocalization before. And I've heard plenty coyote,
plenty wolves and Elk's Bugle, but never nothing like that
before. And it weren't no Mountain Lion
scream. It was 4 times as powerful.
If that was a warning from Bigfoot, we got the message.
Thanks. We'll contact you the next time
they come calling. Eldridge R.
Mountain country, Arizona. All of her life, Francis T had
seen things, heard things and felt them.
Born into a family of sensitives, this was rather
normal in my family. You were considered odd if you
didn't experience abnormal things, Francis says.
We never talked much about our experiences or our feelings
about them. We just accepted them as normal,
which in fact, to us, they are. But nothing could have prepared
her family for what they encountered on a dark, desolate
Rd. in Arizona. It's a mysterious and
traumatizing event that haunts them to this day.
Francis's family had moved from Wyoming to Flagstaff, AZ in
1978, shortly after her high school graduation.
Sometime between 1982 and 1983, twenty year old Francis, her
father, mother and her younger brother took a road trip back to
Wyoming in the family pickup. Truck the trip.
Was a vacation to visit with friends in and around their old
hometown. The only member of the family
not present was her older brother who was in the Army and
stationed at Fort Bragg, NC. The course along Route 163 took
them through the Navajo Indian Reservation and through the town
of Cayenta just South of the Utah border and the magnificent
Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park.
Anyone who has lived in Arizona for any length of time knows
that the Indian Reservation can be a beautiful, if harsh, place
for non Natives. Many strange things happen out
there, Francis says. Even my friend and Navajo warned
us of travelling through the reservation, especially at
night. Along with the warning, however,
Francis's Native American friend blessed the family and they were
on their way. The trip to Wyoming was
uneventful, but the trip back to Arizona along the same route
more than justified the warning from Francis's friend.
It still gives me goosebumps, she says.
To this day. I have major anxiety attacks
when I have to travel through the North Country at night.
I avoid it at all costs. It was a warm summer night,
about 10:00 PM, when the family's pickup was heading
South on 163, about 20 to 30 miles from the town of Kayenta.
It was a moonless night on this lonely stretch of Rd., so pitch
black that they could only see just a few feet beyond the
headlights. So dark that closing their eyes
actually brought relief from the fathomless black.
They had been driving for hours, with Francis's father at the
wheel and the vehicles passengers had long ago settled
into quiet. Francis and her father
sandwiched her mother in the truck's cab while her brother
enjoyed the night air in the back of the pickup.
Suddenly, Francis's father broke the silence.
We have company, he said. Frances and her mother turned
around and looked out the backslider window.
Sure enough, a pair of headlights appeared over the
Crest of a hill, then disappeared as the car went
down, then reappeared. Frances commented to her father
that it was nice to have company on this stretch of Rd.
If something went wrong, neither vehicle and its passengers would
be alone. Thunder began to rumble from the
vast clouded sky. The parents decided that their
son should come into the cab before he got soaking wet from
any rain that might fall. Francis opened the slider window
and her little brother crawled in, squeezing between her and
her mother. Francis turned to close the
window and again noticed the headlights from the following
car. They're still behind us, her
father said. They must be going to either
Flagstaff or Phoenix. We'll probably meet them in
Cayenta when we stop to fuel up. Francis watched as the car's
headlights crested another hill and began its descent until it
disappeared. She watched for them to
reappear, and watched they didn't reappear.
She told her father that the car should have crested the other
hill again, but hadn't. Maybe they slowed down, he
suggested, or pulled over. That was possible, but it just
didn't make sense to Francis. Why on the hell would a driver
slow down, or worse yet, stop at the bottom of a hill in the
middle of the night with nothing around for miles and miles?
Frances asked her father. You'd think they'd want to keep
sight of the car in front of them in case anything happened.
People do weird stuff when they're driving, her father
replied. So Frances kept watching,
turning around every few minutes to check for those headlights,
but they never did reappear. When she turned to look one last
time, she noticed that the pickup was slowing down.
Turning back to look out the windshield, she saw that they
were rounding a sharp band in the road, and her father had
slowed the truck to about 55 mph.
And from that moment, time itself seemed to slow down for
Francis. The atmosphere changed, somehow
taking on an otherworldly quality.
Francis turned her head to look out the passenger window when
her mother screamed and her father cried out.
Jesus Christ, what the hell is that?
Francis didn't know what was happening, but one hand
instinctively reached over and held down the button for the
door lock, and the other tightly grabbed the door handle.
She braced her back against her small brother and held firmly
onto the door, still not knowing quite why her brother was now
yelling. What is it?
Her father immediately flipped
on the interior cab light, and Francis could see that he was
petrified. I have never ever seen my father
that scared in my whole life, Francis says.
Not when he came home from his tours in Vietnam, not when he
came home from special assignments, not even when
someone tried to firebomb our house.
Francis's father was as white as a ghost.
She could see the hair on the back of his neck standing
straight out like a cat's, and so was the hair on his arms.
She could even see the goosebumps on his skin.
Panic was filling the small cab. Francis's mother was so
frightened that she began shouting in her native Japanese
in a high, squeaky voice. As she frantically wrung her
hands, the little boy just kept saying Oh my God.
As the pickup speed around the bend in the road, Francis could
see that the shoulder dropped off deeply into a ditch.
Her father slammed on the brakes to prevent the truck from
swerving into the ditch. As the pickup was slowing to a
stop, something leapt out of the ditch at the side of the truck,
and now Francis could clearly see what had started the panic.
It was black and hairy and was eye level with the passengers in
the cab. If this was a man, it was like
no man Francis had ever seen. Yet despite its monstrous
appearance, whatever this thing was, it wore a man's clothes.
It had on a white and blue checked shirt and long pants, I
think jeans, Francis testifies. Its arms were raised over its
head, almost touching the top of the cab.
This creature remained there for a few seconds, looking into the
pickup, and then the pickup was past it.
Francis could not believe what she had seen.
It looked like a hairy man or a hairy animal in man's clothing,
she said. But it didn't look like an ape
or anything like that. Its eyes were yellow and its
mouth was open. Although time seemed frozen and
distorted in this moment of fantastic horror, it was all
over within a few minutes. The headlights, her little
brother coming into the cab, and the thing.
By the time the family reached Canta for gas, they had finally
calmed down. Frances and her father climbed
out of the pickup and checked the side of the truck to see if
the creature had done any damage.
They were surprised to see that the dust on the side of the
truck was undisturbed and so was the dust on the hood and roof of
the truck. In fact, they found nothing out
of the ordinary. No blood, no hair, nothing.
The family stretched their legs and rested at Canta for about 20
minutes. The car that had been following
them never did show up. It was as if the car simply
vanished. They drove home to Flagstaff
with the cab light on and the doors securely locked.
I wish I could say this was the end of the story, Francis says.
But it's not. A few nights later, around 11:00
PM, Francis and her brother were awakened by the sounds of
drumming. They looked out his bedroom
window into the backyard, which was surrounded by a fence.
At first, they saw nothing but the force beyond the fence.
Then the drumming grew louder and three or four men appeared
behind the wooden fence. It looked like they were trying
to climb the fence, but couldn't quite manage to bring their legs
up high enough and swing over, Francis says.
Unable to get into the yard, the men began to chant.
Francis was so scared she slept with her little brother that
night. Sometime later, Francis sought
out her Navajo friend, hoping she could offer some explanation
for these strange incidents. She told Francis that it was a
skin Walker that had tried to attack her family.
Skinwalkers or creatures of Navajo legend witches that can
shape shift into animals. That a skinwalker attacked them
was quite unusual, Francis's friend told her as it had been a
long time since she heard of any activity about skinwalkers and
that they normally don't bother non natives.
Francis took her friend back by the fence where she had seen the
strange men trying to climb in. The Navajo woman considered the
scene for a moment, then revealed that 3 or 4 skinwalkers
had visited the house. She said that they wanted the
family but could not gain access because something was protecting
the family. Francis was astonished.
Why, she asked, why would the skinwalkers want her family?
Your family has a lot of power, the Navajo woman said, and they
wanted it again. She said that skinwalkers
usually don't bother non natives, but she believed that
they wanted the family enough that they exposed themselves.
Later that day. She blessed the perimeter of the
property, the house, the vehicles and the family.
We haven't been bothered by skinwalkers since then, Francis
says. Then again, I haven't been back
to Caenta. I've gone through other towns on
the reservation. Yes, at night, but I'm not
alone. I carry a weapon and I carry
protective amulets. Thanks for listening everyone.
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