Welcome to the Bigfoot Project. Get cozy, dim the lights, and
make yourself comfortable. Tonight's stories come from
people who claim they came face to face with something waiting
in the darkness. Most stories come through
Bigfoot encounters, website and word of mouth.
I've had the good fortune to meet a number of really great
people this way. One of those was a federal
officer who reported a behavior that occurred near the Coeur
d'Alene River in Shoshone County, Idaho.
His story cites an incident where a fisherman, his brother,
watched a Sasquatch on his back. On the river sandbar, wiggling
and squirming around as if scratching its back in the
gritty gravel in shallow waters. The informant said it looked
like it was itching and thought ticks, but wasn't sure just what
was up with the creature 16 years earlier in the same
general region of August 1996. This sighting, a Kootenay County
Highway Patrolman reported driving northbound on Hwy. 95 in
the hours just before dawn headed for a business meeting in
Bonners Ferry, a town about 80 miles north of Coeur d'Alene.
The patrolman was possibly only 5 to 10 miles north of Hayden,
ID. He just happened to look in the
rearview mirror of his cruiser and saw this large unidentified
hairy man like looking thing walking across the roadway just
a step or two behind his vehicle.
The officer turned his car around and went back to where
the creature crossed the highway, but the Sasquatch had
disappeared into thick timber. The Phantom of for Dice Lake for
Dice Lake, Nevada County, California.
This is a great story and probably should have been listed
in Favorite stories. Maybe you'll enjoy it as much as
I did. My wife and I off in primitive
camp up and down for Dice Lake. At least we did for 10 years or
so. We have no children, so we come
and go often whenever we feel like it.
The fishing is usually good too. The area has spiking pine trees,
dense wooded areas dispersed between flat boulders.
It's in an area that is uninhabited, inhospitable and
mostly for high clearance. Vehicles.
ATVs and like that which we use, we usually carry our gear and
get fairly remote somewhere along the north side of the
lake. About the sighting you wanted me
to write out, there was only us, but camped a distance from us
were some off roaders that we had no contact with.
But we could. Hear them playing guitars and
singing during the day. It was a spring day, crisp air,
snow left in patches here and there, Blue Jays squawking.
And like that I fished, caught a good sized brown, cleaned it out
and took it back to the frying pan where my wife Susan was
preparing dinner. She asked me if I had been back
in camp earlier and I said no, that I had been fishing the
whole day. She had fallen asleep on an old
army cot and woke up thinking I was in camp, but I wasn't.
She asked, Are you sure? I told her I saw a deer earlier
and maybe the deer wandered through our campsite, but it
wasn't me. She was sure someone was in
camp. We thought nothing more about it
and finished the trout dinner. Is there anything better than a
skillet fried fish in the woods or frying bacon on a crisp cold
morning under a pine tree? I cleaned up and she gathered
wood. The singing got a little loud in
the next camp over and we wondered how late that would go
on from the distant campers. We played several hands of gin
rummy under the light of a Coleman Lantern and turned in
before midnight and went right off to sleep in the night.
I vaguely remember hearing off road vehicles start up and some
screaming going on, but I went right back to sleep.
My wife woke me up around 3:00 telling me she heard an ATV
roaring up the road which was located about 1/4 to half a mile
from us. She thought one of the campers
was in our camp. She heard rustling but I didn't
so I laid down and drifted off again.
The next thing I knew I heard her rolling the barrel of our
pistol. Feeling in the dark to see if it
was loaded, I sat up and asked what the hell, be careful with
that thing. Then she whispered something's
out there. My first thought was that she
was about to shoot the neighborhood campers or me, but
then I heard the iron firing pan hit the ground and that got my
attention. Susan and I thought the ATV guys
were probably drunk or lifting our stuff and I'm thinking my
box of flies and my expense of rod is out there leaning up
against a tree. The fire was nearly dead.
There was not much light left from the embers.
I felt around and told Susan not to shoot me as they unzipped the
tent flap, but it wasn't light enough that I could see.
We listened and could hear someone breathing, otherwise it
was quiet. I stood up and said something
like I know you're there, get out of here before I open fire,
but there was no reply and nothing was moving.
I located approximately where the breathing was coming from
and heard some rustling like he was scratching himself and I
called out again. Move on buddy, I don't want no
trouble with you. Still I couldn't see a damn
thing, but we could hear him and I wondered how he was finding
his way with no Lantern. Maybe he was just drunk.
We didn't know what was happening.
I waited a few minutes and then Susan grabbed my ankle and
scared the daylights out of me. She handed me the pistol and
reminded me the safety was on. I took the safety off and
thought damn this guy is knuck and fuss to keep standing out
there. I could hear his breathing.
It was heavy rhythmic breathing. I knew where he was exactly, but
could make nothing out, so I aimed in the opposite direction
and fired into the air. I could hear the round whiz
through the branches of the trees.
Silence. Nothing but eerie stillness.
Maybe I'm imagining he's there again, yanking at my ankle.
My wife says he's still over there.
I hear him and I go, yeah, like, I don't know.
I hear him, so I fire again, straight up in the air, and now
I hear someone off in the distance scream loudly.
Is everybody OK over there? The voice came from the other
campsite. I figured the ATV ers didn't all
leave and screamed back. We have a man over here screwing
with my head. Is it one of your people?
The camper hollers. No, I'm alone.
Then I heard him say again. Need any help over there?
Just then Susan finally found the flashlight and flicked it
on, handing it to me. I flashed the area where we
heard the guy breathing and all I see are tree trunks, ground
litter and nothing else. At first I keep the light on the
area while Susan lit up the Coleman.
Then holding my light steady, I think I see this tree trunk
move. No kidding, the damn thing
moved. I'm thinking OK, what the hell
is going on? By the way, I'm sober as a
judge. I check to see I have only four
rounds left and tell Susan to get the box of cartridges from
the Taco box but she won't get out of the tent.
I'm beginning to shiver in my skibbies.
The night air was very cold, my flashlight started to dim a
little, so I thought I would ease on over to this tree that
moved to see better. I took only two steps toward the
thing and the light catches the upper part of what should be the
branches. And here is this head and
shoulders. I about crapped on the spot.
I jerked and fired again, but I didn't mean to.
Then I see the bullet hit the tree next to it.
Now I'm down to three shots. Who are you I.
Shouted at it like a damn fool. I'm telling you, it's outline in
the dark had to be 910 feet tall.
I'm serious. Then it dawns on me.
It's kind of hairy on its upper body.
I stand there shivering, half mad, half crazy with fear,
trying to figure this out and talk calmly to my wife at the
same time. Whatever this was, I only had
three rounds left in the pistol. So you know, hero that I am, I
backed up to the tent, still keeping the flashlight aimed at
the hair covered tree. I hand the pistol to Susan and
tell her to reload. About that time the man in the
other campsite hollers again. If everything is OK over here.
I yelled back. No, do you have an extra
flashlight? So he yells back he's coming
over and to watch for his light in the trees and don't shoot me.
He hollered. Susan loads and hands me the
pistol again while we wait for the other camper to make it
over. Meanwhile this thing in the
trees is still standing there. We could hear the thing breathe.
I don't know what it is, but it's big.
It can't be. But 50 feet away from where I
was standing, Finally, this fellow makes it over to us.
And together we shine lights on this thing that turns out to be
a creature that was as big as a tree.
I mean, you could mistake it for a tree.
It just stands there, well camouflaged in the shadows.
It was frozen in place. Then I hear the neighbors say, I
think it's a Bigfoot. It must be a Bigfoot.
Look how big it is. I think he was sneaking around
our camp earlier tonight. Still, if that is what it was,
it's very stupid. It just stood there half behind
a tree so we couldn't make out but half of him.
We can make out his hand, shoulder and left leg, and
that's about it. Just then, Susan launches the
frying pan in its direction and it lands close enough to its
foot. This made a jump and then we see
his whole body step out into the beam of the flashlights.
Susan always proper muffled. A weakling.
Oh shit. The other camper, Sid Jones
yells. Don't shoot, that's what it is.
Dang if that ain't a Bigfoot. So we watch this thing turn and
walk off into the darkness. We were transfixed.
It had very wide shoulders and its height effectively ruled out
any thought that it was any California bear in this region.
Before this night, I thought Bigfoot was a joke.
People played on one another. It was after five in the morning
we invited the other camper to stay and breakfast with us.
It was then we learned that the Bigfoot scared his sons off.
They left in the night on their ATVs.
That's what Susan thought she heard when she woke up
initially. That's the story of the Phantom
of Ford Ice Lake. All three of us saw the thing.
It's all true. The most impressive aspect of
the encounter was its size. I advised fishermen at Ford Ice
Lake to couple up and not to go in there alone and unarmed.
If that was a Bigfoot we saw, he's nothing to fool with.
That's our story. Susan and Lowell P May 2012.
The Bazaar, A very strange article was published in
December of 2011. Headline Bigfoot Attack prompts
man to build a flamethrower During a 2011 camping trip in
Northern California, Bigfoot hunter and survival expert Jim
Laboss claimed he was attacked in the darkness of his tent by
an 8 foot monster. Laboss said the creature held
him down and as he wrestled with it, he realized it was a
Bigfoot, the article said. I'll let you draw your own
conclusions on the encounter, but know that whatever happened,
it must have been bad because Jim was so thirsty for vengeance
that he created a flamethrower in case he ever met the beast
again. Well, it's sort of a
flamethrower. It's more like a paintball gun
modified to spew flaming gobs of paint.
But the important part is that it spits fire.
Jim was featured on the premiere episode of the History Channel's
television program Invention USAA series that tests the
prototypes created by inventors all over the country.
Did they like it? Not exactly.
You see, it has a pretty major flaw.
There was a three second delay on his flamethrower.
One of the show's hosts put it best.
A three second delay. Do you know how much ground a
Sasquatch covers in three seconds?
If you think that story bizarre, I had an e-mail in 2002 from a
Missouri woman who was quite frank and matter of fact in
telling me that she had an amorous Bigfoot approach her in
her vegetable garden. 1 Summer unashamedly sporting his amorous
intent. She said she used the power
spray nozzle on the garden hose on him and he quickly left,
covering his prized possession. I've known human men who didn't
get the message that quick. Her husband built her a
motorized scarecrow brandishing an axe, and since then, the
amorous Bigfoot hasn't been seen.
If that story was true, it's one-of-a-kind.
You just can't make some of this stuff up.
It's so way out there. I just enjoy it and move on.
And really, life does have its freaky moments.
A show of physical strength. Mr. and Mrs. Colin F had a
bizarre occurrence to report. They occupy a cabin every summer
for an extended amount of time in upstate New York.
They preferred not to say where. This particular summer they did
as they routinely did, pulled into the gated property, closed
the gate and drove the additional mile and three
quarters up a rutted dirt road to the cabin.
It was an old log cabin situated in a dense Grove of trees
overlooking a field of wild alfalfa that attracted elk and
deer on a daily basis. Each time they drove in, the
wildlife scattered. Finally, this day they were
unpacked and enjoying a light supper on the screen porch.
Returning to his automobile to retrieve his reading glasses
from the glove box, Mr. F was shocked to see his car a
measured 52 feet from where he parked it.
The drag marks indicated something pushed his vehicle 52
feet from where he parked it alongside the cabin.
Centered in between the drag marks of the tires were imprints
of a bare foot that measured 19 1/2 inches long and almost 8 1/2
inches wide across the ball of the foot.
Each imprint had five toes showing in a straight line
across the top of the foot. The right foot was flat footed
and the left foot was arched. There was no sign of the
perpetrator. The rest of the summer was
uneventful until late August of that year.
While watering hollyhocks, Missus F told her husband she
felt like she was being watched. I have only one report of a
vehicle being pushed or moved by hand.
Many reports of vehicles being rocked or hit with stones, but
this one was a first. Not all reports indicate much of
A tolerance for trucks and other vehicles, but if not that,
perhaps the annoyance is where the vehicles were parked.
It's hard to know what ticked off this upstate New York
Sasquatch, but he appeared to be annoyed by how the car was
parked, signs of intelligence breaking and entering general
thievery. What is interesting to me about
listing behaviours is the way the PhDs have summarily ignored
the testimony of reliable people who came forward prior to the
Internet. One of the first reports to come
by me was from a long time friend in Oregon, cartoonist Rob
Butler. The report occurred in the
1980s. I discovered the Flemingsburg
Times Democrat reporter Dean Muse was on the story.
The story was big news back in the day.
It gave discussion lists plenty to talk about.
And talk they did. They were a new starved bunch.
JL Toomey in Fleming County, Kentucky had quite a story to
tell. Toomey was positive that he saw
a Sasquatch break into his back porch Friday night, October
10th, 1980. Toomey was relaxing watching the
baseball game on television around 8:15 PM that night when
he heard what sounded like something being knocked over and
then moving about the back porch of his home.
Alarmed, Toomey grabbed his pistol and ran out the front
door and around to the back of the house.
That is when he engaged the big Sasquatch as it ran swiftly
towards the woods. Toomey claimed he emptied his
pistol at it. Then he ran into the house to
reload. Back outside again, Toomey
approached his stables suddenly and without warning, out rushed
the Sasquatch once again. Toomey believed he got off 2
more rounds, but doesn't think in his excitement that he hit
the thing. At least that time it was very
dark, so I really couldn't tell exactly if I hit it, but it was
running upright like a man. It was big, but it was so dark.
About all I could see was his dark figure that made a thumping
sound as it ran. About that time, Missus Toomey
arrived home and heard the story from her husband, She phoned
Gerriff GW White. The deputies arrived along with
a crowd of people who were listening on their police
scanners. According to Missus Toomey, half
of the townspeople showed up with rifles to help hunt the
creature. Missus Toomey exclaimed.
It's a wonder somebody didn't get hurt.
An examination of the back porch showed packaged frozen meat
scattered around the freezer. The deputies also found packages
of frozen food scattered in the backyard where the creature ran.
Dropping a few, Sheriff White found a package nearer to the
stable on the ground. So there was no question what
the Sasquatch was after. Apparently 2 loaves of bread, a
frozen chicken, and packages of hot dogs were unaccounted for
and missing from the freezer. Not much can be discerned in the
dark, but the next day tracks were found.
Johnny Burke and S Still Helfenstein found very unusual
footprints where it slid down a steep bank and more tracks where
the creature climbed up the opposite embankment.
The trackers followed the imprints along a deep gully into
the dense part of the woods. They came upon clearer tracks
and sand that were 14 inches long by 6 inches wide.
Examining further, the tracks were not made by a boot or a
shoe, but showed a barefooted 5 toe imprint.
But that wasn't all they found. The creature left white hairs
around the door knob to the closed in back porch.
Sheriff White sent the hairs off for analysis.
But of course in 1980 hairs were simply labeled from something
unknown or unknown primate. Today all that has changed.
DNA can easily be extracted from hairs thought to be Sasquatch.
Rob Butler, Milwaukee, Oregon, May 1999 Not only did the
article portray the Sasquatch as a thief in the Kentucky case,
but it also portrayed a very astute Sasquatch apparently
capable of watching that family long enough to know how to enter
the porch area and to recognize there was food in the freezer.
They watch us for a reason. I was surprised that the family
was seemingly unaware of Sasquatches in the area, and
even more surprised that the Sasquatch watched long enough to
discern what was in the freezer was edible.
The Sasquatch risked a great deal in that caper and probably
took a bullet or two for his effort.
Man shoots chicken thief. Fleming County, Kentucky wasn't
the only region to have such a frightening encounter.
There was a similar sighting in Mason County October 4th, 1980.
Mr. Charles Fulton opened his front door and observed a huge
white hairy creature holding one of his squawking chickens.
Mr. Fulton said he blindly got off 2 rounds, but like the
Toomey incident, the Sasquatch ran off into the night.
Speaking of amazing stories, this next was equally unusual.
It's an old story that also made the newspapers of the day, but
mentioned here again for the uniqueness of the Wildman's
behaviour. General Sasquatch Thievery.
The story caught the eye of the Lafayette, LA Advertiser in
1889. It happened in Jones County,
Georgia. The behaviour of the Sasquatch
is remarkable in this story and suggests extreme intelligence,
at least for some of them. JK Beale, a farmer in his time,
was going about his rounds on his large plantation.
He noticed in a field bordering the Pocosin swamp that the
newest railings of his fence line had been removed.
The older railings that were defective or decayed by time
were not stolen. The thievery continued for a
length of time and then his hogs began to go missing, a few at a
time, particularly the piglets. He called for the hogs, but they
did not respond. In the same field where the
railings were pulled up, the growing crop of corn began to
diminish by the bushel load. At the same time tracks began to
appear leading into the mysterious depths of the Pocosin
swamp. The tracks were huge and thought
to be those of a bear. The crop loss was such that the
farmer was determined to track the thief down.
Accordingly a party was organized and the tell tale
trail of tracks followed. They became more and more
distinct. The trail was long and continued
through the dark swamps, but at last they reached a large area,
rising almost like a hill from the murkiness of the swamp.
There, high and dry, the trackers were more than
surprised to discover a huge pen as large as a house.
Upon examination it was found that the pen had been built with
the stolen fence rails taken from the farmer's cornfields,
and his young piglets were fat and sassy, apparently well fed
on the corn the farmer grew himself.
In every direction were the tracks of a gigantic bear.
Inside the pig pen were the remnants of the missing corn
obviously fed to the pudgy piglets.
It was then the tracker sat down to sort out how a bear could
have done all this structure building and knew to fatten the
piglets before winter. At the time, however, it was not
a common practice to fatten hogs for market on expensive corn,
especially not prize winning roasting corn grown for market,
not for pig slop. The stolen shots were recovered
and taken to Albany in Dougherty County, Georgia, where the
butcher's and his customers raved about the deliciousness of
the pork raised on corn. The flavour of the meat could
not be duplicated. As for the thief, Mr. H Savage,
while hunting, killed a mammoth bear in Pocosin swamp that
tipped the scales at 481 lbs. It makes modern man wonder how a
bear could so skilfully build such a pig pen or have the
brains to steal proper railings for the pen.
The so-called bear also had the intelligence to know what to
feed the shots to fatten them sufficiently for tender juicy
meat. The article was graciously
supplied to me by Bigfoot. Article Archivist Scott McClain
Many years ago Bigfoot Fighting grizzly Kamchatka Peninsula In
this next story, a grizzly bear came to its end because there
was another Sasquatch nearby. Bill Lee, the voice of radio for
34 years, contributed a most unusual second hand story a
friend of his in Idaho related to him.
The story involved an all out fight between an attacking
grizzly bear and a female Sasquatch that occurred on the
Kamchatka Peninsula in the late 1980s.
Lee made a point of reminding me that the location of this report
was very near the Sakalin Islands, where the Soviets shot
down a 747 civilian airliner, Korean Kal 007, in September of
1983. Remember that one?
The peninsula looms low between the Sea of Alkhots and the
Bering Sea. It is a desolate bit of real
estate. Lee's friend Frank was on a
trophy bear hunt with guides. The guides knew there were
Bigfoot in the area, but regularly haunted the bears in
that region. One of the guides told Frank a
tale about a big battle that occurred between a female
Bigfoot and a grizzly. The grizz or brown bear
apparently charged. Or somehow.
Attacked the female Bigfoot. And the male Bigfoot came to her
aid. Frank said the area of the
confrontation was about an acre in size and it looked like 2
bulldozers had gone at it. The trackers refused to track
the Bigfoot, but they did track down the grizzly.
It was harvested in the course of tracking that bear down on
snowmobiles. The men wandered away from them.
Upon returning, they found a snow machine had been thrown
down an embankment. Lee said it didn't get there by
itself. The Hunter's guide skinned
hundreds of bears in his time. He was surprised to see large
teeth marks on the back of the bears hide.
Once it was skinned they deduced the male Bigfoot jumped the bear
from behind and bit into its back in defence of the female
Bigfoot. Bill Lee, 2011 The Mike.
Woolley Story, Kiichi, DeSoto County, Louisiana.
Mike Woolley's encounter with several Bigfoot was recorded at
the TBRC Bigfoot Conference in Tyler, TX in October 2010.
Woolley, an avid Deer Hunter, said that he saw a number of
Bigfoot in the woods, which made him exceedingly uncomfortable.
He. Didn't know what they were in
the beginning. In fact, he kept silent for more
than 20 years because of the ridicule that comes to most
people who discuss Bigfoot openly.
During the deer season of 1981, Woolly went down an old logging
Rd. that went through a deer preserve and dead ended.
It was there that he set up his deer stand and here is where his
story gets really interesting. While Woolly was sitting high up
in the deer stand, a doe came out of the dense brush and laid
down at the foot of Woolly's deer stand, actually touching
the ladder that went up to the deer stand high up in the tree.
The little doe was panting and foaming at the mouth.
Woolly described her appearance as having been run hard or
chased through the timber by what he thought was a big buck,
a bear or something. Just then Woolly saw out of his
peripheral vision, about 20 yards to his right, a big black
tall gorilla looking thing duck behind a large tree.
The witness thought it was looking right at him.
At first, Woolly thought it was someone in a suit playing a joke
on him. So he yells at this thing,
chewing it out, telling it that this ain't no joke, get out of
here or I'll take your head off. But he got no reaction.
Apparently this Sasquatch didn't understand English, nor did he
appear to understand the tone of Woolly's threatening voice.
The dark Bigfoot continued to look him up and down, more or
less checking Woolly out for what seemed like a lengthy 15
minutes. Woolly did his best to reason
what this thing was and how it was able to come out of the
thicket like it did. As dense as the thicket was,
Woolly described the Sasquatch as evil eyed, an overall
sinister look about it. It was not a look of welcome At
this point. He lifted his rifle up and took
a hard look through the rifle's scope at the face of the
creature and knew instantly, hey, this is really something,
this is the real deal, and right here I've got a problem Woolly
described as so many witnesses in my dad have, that when he
raised his rifle, the Sasquatch growled at him.
It was a really horrible growl. The creature's expression showed
intense anger. Woolly.
Described the creature as antsy, agitated.
He got froggy on me, and when he growled, I got nervous.
Real nervous. About that time a real shrill
whistle came from about 100 yards off in the woods.
The creature heard the whistle, turned its head and looked in
the direction toward the Whistler, and then replied to
the whistle in the same manner as the other and in the same
tone. The Sasquatch looked back at
Woolly and grinned or showed his teeth, but when he did, the
informant climbed down that 10 foot deer stand and took off
running. Woolly described the creature
giving chase, flanking him in the woods about 20 yards off to
the left in his retreat back to his vehicle.
The informant said his legs felt like lead and he felt like he
wasn't going to make it back to his truck, but he ran for all he
was worth. When he got to his truck, he
turned, aimed and fired a shot, thinking it would buy him some
time in order to get the door unlocked and get inside.
The shot almost hit the Sasquatch in the head.
The bullet hit a tree 3 feet in front of the Bigfoot's head,
which he described as 7 feet tall, 450 to 500 lbs.
Great shape, muscular build. He got in the truck, started the
engine and took off driving, looking in his rear view mirror
plain as day. Here came the second Sasquatch
running behind his truck. Woolly figured the manner of the
whistle was a signal between the two.
That somehow meant the Bigfoot had themselves a situation, and
Woolly was it. At that point the informant
realized the two Bigfoot had been trailing him all the way
back to his vehicle. Interesting behaviour.
The informant went into a kind of depression after that
encounter and never haunted that place again.
He moved to another hunting area 6 or 7 miles away, and there he
had a half dozen sightings or more.
From the height of his deer stand he observed the Sasquatch
under trees on their bellies, covertly watching their quarry,
patiently waiting on roosting turkeys.
Then in an instant, the Bigfoot would explode on them,
successfully hunting turkeys that way.
Woolly had a great deal of experience with the Sasquatch.
He observed families with small babies and some adults that were
up to 8 feet tall. He feels that when hunting in
the woods, he was trespassing in their home turf so to speak.
He felt there is all manner of Bigfoot personalities, some
harmless, some thugs. You never know what you're going
to get and coincidentally that is exactly what the data tends
to show. Woolly concluded his interview
by saying if you encounter a Bigfoot, leave quietly.
Don't point your weapon at them because they are awesome and can
RIP a person in two, just as a tiger can rip your face off in
one SWAT. Sasquatch peering into a car.
Woody, A is a native Alaskan. By tradition, he feeds his
family by hunting and fishing. He started hunting at the tender
age of five. When he's not in the woods
hunting, Woody carves sacred masks for tribal ceremonies and
for tourists only. The hunting puts food on the
table. The family diet consists mostly
of salmon and deer meat. With winter closing in soon,
Woody took his sister and went over in the forests of Prince of
Wales Island hunting. They were on the island a full
week when it happened. The two were going to camp on a
high mountain Ridge, but the weather increasingly got nasty.
It rained so hard they couldn't keep a fire going.
They decided to drive down to Eagle's Nest Campground, but it
was closed for the winter. The campground is situated near
Control Creek and Balls Lake within the Tongass National
Forest, which covers nearly 17,000,000 acres in Southeast
Alaska and is the largest forest in the National Forest system.
It was a hard rain that continued mercilessly, so they
pulled into the campground, tilted the seats back in the car
and decided to sleep there inside the car for the night.
Woody tried to settle in for the night, but increasingly felt
that something wasn't right. He couldn't shake the feeling
that they were being watched. As a hunter, Woody was on high
alert mode. The night, he said, was just too
quiet. But finally the rain stopped.
Suddenly he opened his eyes and couldn't believe what he saw.
Fear, he said, grabbed him in the chest.
The Sasquatch was peering in the car window at him, seeing
something that big and that powerful and its enormous
shoulders could have reached through the window easily if it
had wanted to. But it didn't.
Anderson said he felt a fight or flight kind of fear race through
his body. I'm out in the woods so often
that I knew instantly what I was seeing.
You know, it's a life. Changing experience.
I sat up and hollered. It was a Bigfoot plain as day.
It turned and walked back into the tree line and was out of
sight. There must be something about
parked vehicles and campers that work on the.
Curious side of the Sasquatch the.
Behaviour of peering into vehicles, trailers and RV's
ranks right up there in high numbers of reports.
Probably second or third to Rd. crossings and sightings from a
distance. Bigfoot advances on 3 hunters At
the same time as the Woody Anderson story reached me,
another sighting was reported on QEU Island, not far from Prince
of Wales Island in Alaska. An e-mail came in from three men
who had haunted 2 miles inland off Seclusion Harbour on QEU
Island. The e-mail was hard to figure
out and it would be nearly four weeks later that I was able to
reach the men by telephone. If I understood correctly, they
had bagged a huge buck and we're heading down this draw to field
dress it and carry it out in sections.
The daylight was growing dim as they cleared away the foliage to
get to the deer. They were confronted by a
humongous Bigfoot which brazenly sprang out in front of the three
men blocking the last few yards to the kill.
They said they didn't smell him or even anticipate an encounter
of this magnitude. It so terrified the men that one
of them told me he could not get his voice to work.
I was unable to speak or articulate a full sentence.
My mouth was dry. All I could muster was a long
stare at this thing. The Bigfoot apparently made no
noise other than the witnesses all said they could hear it
breathing rather rapidly, its nostrils flaring with each
breath. The sound of its breath was
hollow and deep. Morris, the oldest of the three
men, raised his rifle and fired into the air.
The informant said the report of the rifle so shocked the Bigfoot
that it jumped backward and fell down but righted itself
immediately. Then in a flash it came forward,
lunging at them again, stumbling forward from a few yards away.
Afraid there was a bit of momentary chaos as they yelled
back and forth at each other, wondering what they should do.
The men feared for their lives. As the Bigfoot advanced towards
the men, one of them fired, but the Bigfoot showed little
reaction. At the same time hunter #2 fired
directly at the creature and it fell down but got up again,
making deep guttural groaning sounds.
Its mouth was open and it was drooling blood.
He said. They thought then that it was
mortally wounded. The Bigfoot advanced again
towards them with arms waving over its head.
Two men fired almost simultaneously, striking the
Bigfoot in the upper body. The creature went down and with
it the peril they felt of being killed.
They measured it at nearly 10 feet tall and guessed its weight
at close to 1000 lbs of pure muscle.
Mostly shoulders with reddish brown hair and a face that was
so distorted that it didn't seem real to them.
It was ghostly. The eyes were the same size as
ours, tiny for the size of its big face, the hooked nose too
big for the face and Ruddy pocked marked skin that was the
same colour as mine. Said one of the hunters.
His beard was long and strawberry coloured with grey
streaking. In the chaos, their only thought
was the very real threat of being killed.
Scared silly, the three. Hunters retrieved the buck and
lit out of there as fast as they could.
I asked each of them separately what they thought the behaviour
of the Bigfoot was all about. The consensus was that its
behaviour was most assuredly a challenge for who would win that
big buck. One of them said he wanted it
pretty bad, but our winter would be pretty bleak without that
meat. The behaviour.
Is interesting in that I don't have another confrontation
exactly like this one where the Sasquatch actually charges three
men, but it resembles the Mike Woolley case where he ran and
the Sasquatch pursued him even as the vehicle left the area.
I was assured that each of these three men believed they were
going to die that day. It was him or us.
Once again, this is not the behaviour of just a curious,
passive Bigfoot. In many hunting excursions to
the woods behind Seclusion Harbour, this was the first time
they encountered A Sasquatch. It is hard to decipher what the
motivation might have been for the described behaviour.
Why didn't the Sasquatch simply gather up the deer and be off
with it? I can't help wonder why he chose
to block access to the deer kill when he was outnumbered 3 to 1.
Seclusion Harbour is remote. Perhaps the Bigfoot was
unfamiliar with hunters rifles and the end results of
challenging hunters. The sad thing is, these are
behaviours we may never understand.
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I'd like to share an experience my friend Rob and I had this
past summer in central British Columbia.
We decided to do some placer mining along the rivers and
creeks surrounding Wells Grey Provincial Park.
We knew there had been a lot of historical mining in that area
along the Clearwater and N Thompson Rivers and their
tributaries. We weren't expecting to strike
it rich, Just the thrill of finding a bit of gold in our
pans was enough for us. We were roughly following a
route that started near Blue River, planning to circle the
park, passing through Clearwater and heading back S to Kamloops.
We were waiting in the river just downstream from the
confluence of the Clearwater and the Quinell River, searching for
promising gravel bars, when we heard a strange high pitched cry
coming from the opposite bank. The river was probably about 75
yards wide at that point. We thought it might be a bird of
prey or a cougar, but we felt safe on our side of the river.
We continued panning, and then we heard a splash.
We looked up to see a large branch floating downstream,
which had clearly just entered the water.
It couldn't have fallen from a tree, as there were no
overhanging branches at that point where it entered.
We stood up and watched the other bank.
Then a rock came flying into the water, landing about halfway
across. Well, it wasn't close enough to
hit us. It was a substantial rock,
judging by the splash, probably around 10 inches in diameter.
We immediately scanned the tree line and through a break in the
trees we saw it. It was massive, easily 8 feet
tall, covered in dark matted hair.
Its shoulders were broad and its arms were long and thick,
reaching almost to its knees. Its face was partially hidden by
the foliage, but we could see a heavy brow Ridge, deep set dark
eyes and a wide powerful jaw. It was standing upright, and as
we watched it grab another large rock, it let out another high
pitched cry and through the rock in our general direction, we can
now see the details of its muscular build, the long thick
hair, and the clear signs of its power.
We decided we weren't welcome. We quickly gathered our gear and
headed back toward the truck. As we hurried along the trail,
we heard more of the strange cries echoing through the
valley. We didn't stop until we were
well away from the river, somewhere outside of Clearwater.
We were shaken, but also incredibly excited.
We'd seen it. A Sasquatch in clear detail.
We discussed what we had seen, the sheer size of it, the
powerful build, and the intensity of its cry.
We decided we had to return later this year and we'll be
armed with cameras and audio recorders and maybe a few
friends. It's unnerving, but also
thrilling to have witnessed such a creature.
We spent the rest of the day discussing the encounter and
making plans to document our findings on our next trip.
I'd like to share 2 encounters my cousin and I had in the late
1990s. We were both around 16 years old
at the time and both incidents occurred within a few miles of
each other northeast of Covello in Mendocino County, California.
The first was a rock throwing incident that happened near the
Eel River below Howard Lake. My grandparents and my cousin
lived in Covello at the time and I'd spend my summers there.
My cousin and I were very close in age so we were more like
brothers. For this first incident, my
grandfather dropped us off at Howard Lake for a three day, two
night camping trip. We only brought our sleeping
bags, fishing poles, and a pellet gun.
We had some fruit and we planned to supplement that with fish and
small game. The first day we caught fish for
dinner and nothing unusual happened.
The second day we decided to hike down to the Eel River to
fish and explore. After a while we got bored and I
found a piece of driftwood shaped like a baseball bat.
Being kids, we started a makeshift baseball game,
pitching small rocks from the gravel bar and hitting them with
the bat. We did this for a while when a
fist size rock came flying down from the hillside behind us and
landed between us. We were startled to say the
least. We yelled at whoever threw it to
stop. Due to the thick brush and trees
we couldn't see anything. My cousin thought it might be
some friends from town who had followed us, but no one
appeared. We moved closer to the river and
continued our game when another rock about the same size crashed
between us. Again, we were getting pretty
freaked out. We yelled that we were armed and
dangerous and to show themselves.
When nothing happened, we grabbed our stuff and hiked back
to our camp. We had to go up where the rocks
had come from. My cousin carried the pellet gun
and I carried my bat. We made it back to camp to
discover that someone had gone through our things, unrolling,
sleeping bags and scattering everything.
We had our fruit in a small pack hung in a tree about 10 feet
high to keep it away from bears. The pack's zipper was open and
our fruit was gone. Nothing else was missing, just
scattered around. We grabbed our stuff and headed
for the road back to town. Luckily, a family in a camper
came by and gave us a ride. When we told my grandfather what
had happened, he just said damn kids.
He didn't know who or what had messed with us.
The second incident left no doubt about what was in those
hills. The next summer my cousin had
his drivers license so we went further up than Howard Lake to a
place near Hammerhorn Lake. There was a stream we knew of
with native brook trout. We arrived and started fishing
upstream. We were being very quiet as the
trout would spook easily. We came to a large angled slab
of granite about 20 feet high. My cousin started up it and I
followed. When he got to the top, we heard
a loud scream from below us. My cousin stepped back into me,
startled. Almost immediately, we saw an
animal take off from below us across an open sandbar.
It was on all fours and it took 4 leaps, making a hoof or woof
sound with each one. It happened so fast that we
stood there in shock. When it made its fourth leap, it
stopped, turned and stood on 2 legs, staring back at us.
It was about 20 or 25 yards away.
We stood there for maybe 5 seconds, then it made a huffing
noise, turned and walked away on 2 legs.
It disappeared into the brush quickly.
We just turned and left immediately.
We were in shock. Let me describe it as I
remember. It was dark brown to black.
It had hair, not fur. It stood semi crouched with long
arms outstretched forward and slightly to its sides, palms
down. It didn't have hair on its face
or fingers. Its skin was dark grey.
Its eyes were dark brown with no visible whites.
It had a flat nose with downward pointing nostrils.
I think it was about 6 1/2 feet tall.
My cousin was 6 foot 3 and the creature was slightly taller.
It had broad shoulders tapering down to its waist.
I'd estimate it weighed about 250 lbs.
I think it was lying down below the granite slab and we
surprised it, which is why it took off on all fours.
We didn't see it until it was moving, and it was moving fast.
The look on its face was shock or surprise, like it couldn't
believe we had gotten so close. We decided not to tell anyone to
avoid ridicule. We talked about it a few times
and learned about Bigfoot and we had no doubt that's what we saw.
My cousin was killed in a car accident in 2000.
With all the research, photos and videos now, I think it's
only a matter of time before there's definite proof of
Bigfoot's existence. I think by reporting this I can
get some closure. My girlfriend and I were camping
along Hwy. 128 in Mendocino County, California.
We stayed at an area called Handy Woods.
There are several stands of old growth redwoods in the area.
We decided to go to Montgomery Woods 1 morning being told it
was not a camping area and wouldn't have the motor homes
and the kids filled campsites and the trees preserved there
were spectacular. We arrived at Montgomery Woods
about 8:00 AM and we're going to hike the self-guided trail.
The parking area is small and looks like we were the first if
not the only ones there. It was a cool foggy September
day. About 1/2 hour into the hike my
friend thought she heard someone on the trail behind us.
We stopped and waited but there was no noise.
We continued to the base of a huge Redwood and set to rest.
The redwoods are an eerily quiet place with the thick soft
Redwood bark and ankle deep tree leaves and needles absorbing
lots of ambient sound. Suddenly we heard something
moving through the undergrowth 20 or 30 yards away.
It was big, heavy and moving at a good pace.
I whistled and the movement stopped.
This was as scared as I've ever been.
It was silent for a minute or so, then the movement continued.
Whatever it was, it was close, and I was frustrated that I
could only see brush moving, but not the creature.
It stopped moving about 100 feet or so away, then let out a
scream that would scare the dead.
We froze, thinking this was it. From behind us, several 100
yards to the West, came a similar scream, as if responding
to the first. We looked back but couldn't tell
where exactly it came from. Then the first creature screamed
again, louder and longer than the first time.
I can't tell you how loud it was.
The lung capacity was enormous. I can remember thinking that we
might be surrounded and that we might die there.
Suddenly the first creature started to move, not away, but
parallel to the trail. There's a bit of a clearing and
we saw the left side of a 7 foot tall, hair covered biped.
I've met Shaquille O'Neal at the LA airport and this thing was so
much bulkier, huge through the chest and shoulders.
I only saw the left arm, and the wrist was the diameter of my
biceps. It looked at us for two or three
seconds, then turned to its right and hustled down the
ravine. We looked through the trees to
follow its progress, but we had waited a minute or two and it
was gone. MPI was an assistant caretaker
with the Sierra Club Foundation at Horse Camp on Mount Shasta
during the early 1990s. During the summer months, the
regular caretaker, RW and I used to take turns staying at Horse
Camp during the weekends so as to police the place and offer
assistance to potential climbers on their way up to the summit.
During these off days, we usually saw a very few people at
Horse Camp who would stay the night and climb the mountain the
following morning. Normally day hikers came up to
visit and look around, but then went back down before sunset.
It was a Thursday and I was waiting for RW to come and
relieve me so that I could go down to Shasta City to take a
breather, get some food, and find a shower.
RW was typically late, so I decided to retire once I
realized he wasn't going to show up.
I don't remember what stage the moon was in, but a faint glue of
light was present so that I didn't need to rely on my
flashlight to get around. It was shortly before midnight
and I was in my tent, which I had set up less than 100 feet of
the horse camp Hut. The area is a mix of stones and
paths leading to other campsites and other trails to explore the
mountain. After settling down for the
night, I heard someone walking around the Hut as stones moved
against each other. Knowing that RW was a big
prankster, I yelled at his name a couple of times but no
response. Keep in mind, I spent a lot of
nights alone on Shasta, so I never had anything to worry
about, which means that I was rarely fearful of anything.
When I got no response, I started to go off.
Pure instinct and the chain of events became vivid.
The Walking sounds were getting closer to the left side of my
tent and thinking about how vulnerable I was, I grabbed my
ice axe in my right hand and slipped out of my sleeping bag,
poised to open the mosquito flap if anything was going to go
down. My heart raced and the
adrenaline was pumping through me.
Out of the left side of the mosquito mesh door I saw a huge
outline of what I believed to be Bigfoot.
The outline walked about 30 feet in front of my tent, stopped,
turned and stood facing me. At the time I didn't think
Bigfoot but rather someone was up there to cause trouble.
So I ripped open the door of the tent and jumped out with my ice
pick in my hand. I'm 6 foot 3 and this being was
much bigger than I. We stood there for a few seconds
and the Bigfoot turned away and slowly walked into the trees.
Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night, but just
because of the spiritual and peaceful nature of Mount Shasta,
I didn't question my safety and life went on as usual, with my
only regret being that I showed this entity such hostility by
brandishing my ice axe. In hindsight, I believe this
being was just passing through and meant no harm.
I looked for footprints the following morning but only found
an area where it looked like something had a difficult time
getting up a steep incline. I didn't smell anything since a
small breeze was coming from behind me as we stood there face
to face. I finished out the caretaking
season without further incident, except for a group of thieving
Boy Scouts from Sacramento, Michael Card.
I was told this story 20 or more years ago by my mother, who
passed away in May 2006. It came up in conversation
during which we were not discussing Bigfoot, but she
retold a story that my grandfather had told her and her
siblings 65 or 70 years earlier. My grandfather and grandmother
were Greek immigrants that worked in the fruit canneries in
the Central Valley in California, and my grandfather
worked many years for the Southern Pacific Railroad doing
track maintenance and building railroad track.
My mother told a story that was refuted by her and her siblings
when my grandfather told it. These were children of the early
1900s. When Grandpa told the story,
they were convinced that he was telling a tall tale, primarily
because they all learned in school that there were no apes
in North America, the story goes.
Grandpa was working for the Southern Pacific Railroad
building track in the Northern California Oregon border area in
the early 1900s and during this work project he was dispatched
to work on a line camp in the woods.
They had a base camp that the work crew worked from and each
week the work crew would split into two man teams that would
work an area clearing logs and ground, and at the end of one
week they would go back to the base camp to check in and
replenish their supplies and then set out after the weekend
for another week in the woods. During this time, one of the two
man teams came back to base with only one man.
They were told that the other man had disappeared.
The group at the base camp apparently gave a brief search
but to no avail. The next week the crews went out
in two man crews and continued the work on the railroad line
clearing. Some weeks later, I'm not sure
how long this was as the camp moved north and the group of
workers came upon the missing man.
He was naked and hysterical, crazed and apparently died.
Soon after he was found. He told of being abducted by a
female ape that kept him in a large open pit.
During this time he was in the pit, the man told of being
forced to have sexual contact with the ape many times and said
that the ape kept him in the hole or pit by licking his hands
and feet raw so he was not able to escape from the pit.
Apparently, my grandfather saw this man's hands and feet and
said that they were completely raw.
My mother and her sisters and brothers laughed at my
grandfather. As someone who was uneducated
and unable to understand that it was impossible due to the fact
that there are no apes in North America, I've always found this
to be an intriguing story. John Lewis While talking to a
good friend a few days ago, she mentioned how her daughter had
found a Bigfoot cake online. This stirred up memories of an
encounter I had when I was at Bucks Lake, Plumas County,
California, 17 miles southwest of Quincy about summer of 1996.
I've never shared this experience for fear of ridicule.
I had taken my sons and nephew on a summer camping trip to a
beautiful semi isolated destination at an elevation of
5200 feet. One night I woke up in our tent
sometime between 1:00 and 4:00 to the most horrible rotten egg
smell. At first I thought someone had
broken wind, then when I looked up there was a large shadow over
my tent between US and the moon. Upon opening the front flap and
looking out toward the back of the tent, I observed what I
thought was a man from another campsite walking by.
I then noticed he was very tall, very large and fluffy and
wondered why someone would be wearing such an unusual garment.
Being down on the ground and looking up, it was huge, but I
had no way to figure out the height of it.
Never did I feel afraid or threatened during the encounter.
I never thought at the time it was a Bigfoot because I never
believed there was one. I was very tired and only on
reflection did I figure out what I really saw.
The smell left when it did, I just didn't correlate it with
the Bigfoot at the time. I never made eye contact with
the creature or told anyone about my experience until my
friend called. She encouraged me to tell my
story. That's my story, believe it or
not, a heart. Saturday, February 13th, 1999 I
was up just past Quincy, CA driving along in my new pickup
when out of the trees jumped what I thought was a gorilla.
But then when it froze in front of me I realized that gorillas
are not 7 plus feet tall and they do not walk like a man.
I could not believe what I was seeing.
I got out of my pickup because it was nearing sunset and I
couldn't see him that well because I've been off roading
all day and my windshield had mud all over it.
I took my gun with me because the creature was at least 400
lbs and that's £250 more than me and I was scared for my life but
that didn't stop me. Bigfoot then walked into the
woods with great strides, at least 6 foot strides.
I then got back into my truck and left.
It was 7:00 at night. I only saw the Bigfoot for a
total of about 3 minutes before he left.
In the late 1980s, I jumped fire with two others in the Caribou
Wilderness in the Red Cinder Peak area.
It was a single tree lightning fire and very little ground
fire. We fell the tree and put out the
fire without any difficulty. Afterward, we made camp next to
the burned area with the campfire inside the burned area.
I awoke in the early hours just before dawn when I heard a
rustling in the brush. At first I thought it was one of
the others, but when I looked they were both asleep in their
bags. We normally don't see wildlife
around fires. The noise and commotion seems to
keep them away. Since our campfire had long
burned out and we were asleep, I thought it might be some animal
coming to investigate. We're pretty careful about our
trash and waste. Anything that cannot be burned
is packed out. We don't want to be responsible
for something getting addicted to human food.
So I grabbed A headlamp and shone it toward the bushes to
scare it away. The first thing I noticed was
the yellow eyes shining back at me about 50 feet away from a
clump of small trees. They seemed to be 8 feet or so
above the ground with a large dark shape below it.
My first impression was a bear standing on its rear legs.
So I grabbed a stick and threw it at the animal while yelling
go away. The animal turned and ran off
downhill. As it ran, I saw it was moving
upright like a person with its arms swinging at its sides.
Bears will stand on their rear legs, but don't run or walk like
that. About 150 feet or so downhill,
it stopped, raised its hand and pushed a tree branch aside,
turned around and looked back at me.
It was still upright. The other two were awake now and
looked where I was shining my light.
One of them asked a bear. I mumbled something like, yeah,
a bear. Then whatever it was ran off and
disappeared. I said go back to sleep, I'll
rebuild the fire to keep it away.
They went back to sleep. I built a large fire and walked
around the perimeter of our camp gathering wood.
I kept shining my light around, but I never saw it come back in
the daylight. I checked the ground where I
first saw it. The ground litter was visibly
disturbed, but I couldn't make out any footprints.
About noon we packed our gear and started to the trailhead to
get picked up while hiking. I kept turning around and
looking but never saw anything. The others kept kidding me about
being stalked by a bear. To this day I'm convinced it was
not a bear. I've never seen a bear act like
that or walk or run on 2 legs. Over the years other smoke
jumpers and Hellita crews have told me they have seen something
big that wasn't a bear, but they go unreported.
Reporting things like that can affect your career.
I'm not entirely sure what we saw, but I'm certain it wasn't a
human. This happened back in the late
1990s during a family fishing trip to Lake Paris in Riverside
County, California. We frequent this lake, usually
fishing at night. This particular evening, the
whole family was there. We found our usual spot and the
men cast their lines while the women and kids watched Someone,
I don't remember who, said, hey, look at that guy over there.
He was squatting down in the shade of a large boulder,
partially hidden from view. At first we didn't think much of
it, but after a few minutes I started noticing something
strange. He never moved, he just sat
there staring at us intently. My wife started to feel uneasy.
She said he's not moving at all, it's really creepy.
As the sun began to set, the light faded.
An hour or so passed and we were all getting a little on edge
watching this motionless figure. My son and I yelled out.
Hey, what are you looking at? Stop staring.
My wife freaked out and took the kids back to the campsite.
My sons and I continued to observe the figure.
It was getting dark and we still couldn't make out much detail.
We were getting increasingly uncomfortable.
This man had been squatting there for over 2 hours without
moving a muscle. I'm not easily spooked, but I
was starting to feel uneasy. We decided to leave before it
got completely dark. As we drove away, we discussed
what we had seen. It was clearly a large, upright
figure, but it was hard to tell if it was wearing clothes in the
fading light. We couldn't explain how anyone
could remain motionless for that long.
We were all a bit shaken up. The next day, my son went back
to the spot to see if he could find any clues, maybe footprints
or something, but there was no sign of the figure.
Whatever it was had vanished without a trace.
I grew up in a more rural area in the foothills of the Sierra
Nevada. I've seen some strange things in
my time, but this encounter at Lake Paris was truly unsettling.
It may be question what I think I know about the natural world.
This happened in the San Bernardino Mountains, California
at the Barton Flats Campground, which is southwest of Big Bear
Lake and I think it's off of Hwy. 26.
I was sleeping in my van and my two friends were sleeping in a
tent about 15 feet away. I couldn't get to sleep and I
heard something walking around outside.
I could hear snoring coming from the direction of the tent and
when I peeked out of the window I couldn't see anything.
I started to get up and all of a sudden the van started rocking
violently back and forth and I was thrown from side to side.
I yelled real loud and the shaking stopped.
My friends called from the tent and asked what the problem was,
and at that point I grabbed my flashlight and pulled back the
curtains covering the back window and shined the flashlight
outside. A figure moved towards the left
and I could see it walking upright like a man, but it had
hair from head to toe and in a second I saw it walk past the
front windshield and head into the forest.
I pulled open the side door and jumped out, yelling for my
friends to get up. It smelled really bad, like a
cesspool around our campsite, and I was badly shaken.
We started a fire and talked about what had just happened and
I learned that something had been tossing pebbles onto the
top of the tent and they thought it was me.
And then somebody had brushed up against the back of the tent and
they also thought it was me. But after I told them about the
van rocking, they swore it wasn't them and we decided to
pack up and head home early. Later, I remember seeing a pair
of yellowish eyes through the trees after we had first
arrived, but I dismissed them almost immediately and figured
it was just a deer or something. I live in Redmond, WA.
I'm currently seeking others in my area that might have an
interest in Bigfoot and I'd like to participate in an organized
search. I've already done a few searches
on my own in the North Bend area and I've spoken with some
locals. That's where they or someone
they know has cited Bigfoot. Brian Francis.
I was coming home from a night class at Deltek in the winter of
2004. I usually take a back Rd. over
to Route 9 to get home faster. So I left college and made my
way home on my normal back Rd. detour.
I got through the first half of the twisted road and came up to
the stop sign to turn right on Ashbury Road.
As I did, I turned on my high beams.
I came around a turn that leads to about 1/4 mile or a little
more stretch of Rd. About 3/4 of the way down the
road I could make out a standing figure next to a utility pole.
So I immediately turned off my high beams thinking it was a
person because it was standing up.
As I got closer to this being, I was taken back by its size.
I started to slow down not knowing it, I guess because I
was puzzled and curious. As I stared I could make out its
bottom side broad shoulders, the fact that it was standing with
its back to me looking into the woods and hair that came to a
point at the top of its head. The entire figure had a thick
black cover of hair with no hair on its hands.
I could not see its feet. Standing next to the utility
pole gave me some reference for height.
I estimate it was around 7 or 8 feet tall.
I was almost past this creature when it looked at me and then
looked back to the woods as if it didn't care I was there.
Once I made eye contact, the hair on my arms stood up and I
peeled out of the location. I was confused as to what just
happened and couldn't believe what I witnessed.
It also is hard to comprehend that I had seen a Bigfoot and
have seen something that's not supposed to exist.
It was a late summer evening in 2021 around dusk and my buddy
Jake and I were standing on a quiet country Rd. outside the
small town of Hope, Arkansas. Jake's cousin who was with us
had strolled up the road to a neighbors house to see if he
wanted to join us for a bonfire. We also had a handful of dogs
with us roaming around the road. I remember at least a couple of
them were hound dogs, good trackers.
As Jake and I waited, we both started to get an uneasy feeling
like we were being watched. We glanced across the road and
noticed a large watermelon patch.
We both commented on how eerie it looked in the fading light
and I jokingly dared Jake to walk across the road and into
the patch by himself. He just laughed and said no way.
As we stood there, I noticed something standing behind a big
oak tree at the edge of the watermelon field.
It looked like a tall, upright figure.
I pointed it out to Jake and he saw it too.
By this point, the dogs were going absolutely crazy.
They were barking, growling, and running back and forth on the
road, clearly agitated. Then I heard the most terrifying
sound I ever heard in my life. It came from the watermelon
patch and it sent shivers down my spine.
It was a deep, resonant growl, like a bear, but much lower and
more intense. It was a steady, low pitched
vibrating growl, like a warning to stay away.
I looked at Jake and we both had expressions of pure fear on our
faces. We turned and ran as fast as we
could. We completely forgot about
Jake's cousin, who was understandably confused when he
finally caught up with us after we told him what we'd seen and
heard, he knew exactly what we were talking about.
He'd grown up in the area and was familiar with the local
stories. We were too scared to walk all
the way back to their house, so we stopped at an uncle's place
down the road. He drove us back.
He also shared some of his own experiences and stories
confirming that he believes in Bigfoot.
Later that night, we could hear strange sounds coming from the
woods. For hours.
They sounded like whistles and howls.
Eventually, the sounds died down and we finally managed to get
some sleep around 5:00 or 6:00 in the morning.
In the summer of 2000, I went with my stepfather and his
friend to some land that my mother inherited from my
grandfather. It's a fairly remote and
sparsely populated area near Lake Tenkiller in Cherokee
County, Oklahoma. My grandfather had bought the
land because we went to the lake multiple times every year when I
was growing up and fancied building on it.
He passed away having never done anything with the land.
We were going to clear a road from the public road to as far
as we could go to the back of the property.
That meant clearing brush and cutting trees.
We arrived around 9:00 AM and began work.
We took a break for lunch and decided to explore the rest of
the property while they sat in the truck and ate.
At the back of the property, the land dropped steeply into a
ravine. It was pretty clear all the way
to the bottom and probably 80 to 100 feet of vertical drop.
As I neared the bottom, I saw what looked like a cave on the
opposing side. That side of the Canyon was much
steeper and nearly solid rock. I walked down to The Cave
entrance and looked inside. I quickly realised it had
another entrance as it was fairly well lit being noon
during the summer. The entrance I was looking into
was about 5 feet high and three feet wide.
I couldn't see the other entrance from it as The Cave
made a curve. I went inside and realised
something had been living in there.
The other entrance was about 30 feet from the 1st and roughly
the same size. In the middle of The Cave was a
large nest. It consisted of a shredded,
filthy sleeping bag, various pieces of cloth, grasses, and
leaves. It was clearly fashioned into a
large sort of Oval shaped nest about 6 feet across.
There was a few pieces of torn up trash scattered around that
was mostly food wrappers. My first thought was maybe a
homeless person was living there.
That would be really weird though because it's miles to any
towns or even campgrounds. There are a few nearby, the
nearest being about 1/2 mile away.
I began to get a very uneasy feeling.
I went out the other entrance and decided to go back and tell
my stepfather what I'd found. I was about 25 feet from The
Cave when I heard a huff like an animal snorting.
I looked back and up the hillside above The Cave,
probably 30 feet up, I saw the head and shoulders of what can
only be described as a Bigfoot. It was looking over the top of
one of the big rocks covering the hillside.
It was covered in reddish brown hair, and it didn't look like a
human or an ape, more like a cross between the two.
It was looking directly at me, and I turned around and ran
screaming back up the hill toward my stepfather and his
friend. When I got back to them, I was
out of breath and huffing and puffing and trying to tell them
what I'd seen. They laughed and told me I was
full of crap. Despite my frenzied insistence,
they didn't believe me. They said they thought we'd
cleared enough road for the day and we'd come back again another
day. Well, we never went back.
It's a 2 hour drive from where we live in Norman and my mum
decided it wasn't worth the time and effort.
As far as I know, she still owns the land, but none of us had
been there since. I've never forgot that day.
No one I know believes me, but I know what I saw.
I'll never go back there without at least a pistol.
Whatever that thing was, I got the distinct impression that it
didn't like me being in its cave times.
Over the years I've heard and read of many sightings in the
area. I always thought they were kind
of kooky. Probably just people mistaking
deer or maybe even a bear for Bigfoot.
I'll never doubt them again. I'm 52 years old and I know what
I saw that day. At times I've tried to tell
myself that I was mistaken, but I realise I'm just trying to
make believe. It didn't happen.
But it did happen, and it's something I'll never forget.
In September 1984, my friend and I were hiking on the east side
of the Sierra Nevada mountain range above Lake Tahoe and the
Carson Valley above the town of Genoa.
Both of us grew up in this area, although in high school I was
kind of a cut up. My friend Linda graduated
valedictorian of our class five years earlier.
She was very logical. We have often hiked this trail
that basically goes straight up the mountain and over to Tahoe.
It's a very strenuous hike. When we parked our truck at the
trailhead, there was another car parked there as well.
We were 1/4 of the way up the trail when 2 teenage boys came
running down the mountain towards us.
The trail was extremely steep and they were running for all
they were worth. They stopped long enough to
implore us not to go any further up the mountain as they had seen
a monster or something. There was an old deer Hunter's
cabin at about the halfway point and we told the boys that we
were only going that far. We thought they were drinking or
on drugs and we shrugged off the incident, laughed and joked that
we wished we had what they were smoking.
We reached the cabin without incident, sat down on the bluff
that overlooked the Carson Valley.
We split a soda that we had brought and I took out my
recorder, a flute like instrument, and began playing
some little tunes on it. We were alone on the mountain,
we thought. After about an hour of putzing
around, we decided to head back down the trail.
I kept smelling dog dew or something dead.
I even checked my shoes. We were near the Creek gathering
pine cones for an art project. I was facing downhill, Linda was
facing uphill. We were examining a particularly
perfect cone when Linda looked up and exclaimed.
Oh my God, it's a bear. No, it's a guy in a bear suit.
I looked up and couldn't believe it.
We were a stone toss away from a 7 foot tall hairy dude.
He looked directly at us and to this day Linda and I felt
something pass between the three of us.
He stood across the Creek from us.
His hair was the colour of dry pine needles and covered his
whole body with the hair thinning just on his chest and
face. He had a large broad chest, but
not breasts like a female. His arms were hanging at his
sides nearly to his knees and when he walked he took long
strides and his arms swung freely as he walked.
He didn't seem to fear us, although he began to.
Walk straight. Up a pine needle covered slope,
barefooted without slipping. As he moved away, Linda grabbed
my arm and began dragging me down the hill.
I couldn't take my eyes off him and he never took his eyes off
us. I did not feel to this day as he
meant to harm us, but instead I feel he was just as fascinated
with us as we were with him. His face seemed almost serene
with very intelligent eyes. His face resembled an
orangoutan. He had large eyes and a flattish
nose. I wished I had a camera on me
that day. As we continued at a fast pace
down the hill, he remained on the Ridge above us, paralleling
in the same direction. We reached our truck and still
could see him crouching. On a granite.
Boulder, at least a football field distance between us.
I yelled up to him that he was very cool, but he shouldn't be
scaring the crap out of us locals.
He stood up on his boulder and Linda told me to shut up and get
in the truck. We were strangely disturbed that
afternoon and evening. We thought of going to the
Forest Service or the Sheriff's Department, but who would
believe us? Plus, in our community they
would just want to shoot him. We have since hiked there many
times, always hoping to catch another glimpse.
We are married ladies with kids and we take the kids up Bigfoot
Canyon periodically in search of our elusive friend.
A few years ago, the wind blew down some trees during a storm
and exposed an area that we had not seen from the trail before.
When we went up to investigate, we found a large boulder and
some older pine trees with branches low to the ground
around it. You could duck down and go under
the trees near the wall of the boulder and it looked as if
someone or something had made a natural shelter there.
The pine needles had all been trampled down and it seemed to
be away from the prevailing winds.
A great place for deer, bear, or perhaps a Bigfoot.
We hope so. I will never look at life on
this earth the same way I've seen Bigfoot, and not only does
it make for a great tail around the campfires at night, it fuels
my imagination about every little sound I hear when I'm in
the wilderness. I am intrigued.
I only hope that no harm comes to the Bigfoots.
I believe that the great Creator of all life shares the sight of
Bigfoot with people who might grow from the experience.
I know Linda and I have both grown.
Even if we share the experience with someone who doesn't believe
us, it really doesn't matter. We know what we saw.
He was so close in proximity, it was obvious to us that this
fellow belonged here. He was as natural as the sky
Creek trees and the deer. Thanks.
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