What would you do if you heard heavy footsteps circling your
campsite in the middle of the night?
Tonight's witnesses had to answer that question for
themselves. Get cozy and welcome back to The
Bigfoot Project. I've never told this story to
anyone to keep people from thinking my dad was crazy, so I
don't want our names revealed. This is a bit of a sad story,
but it's his story and I'm going to tell it to you.
As far back as I can remember as a child, my grandpa and dad
taught me how to hunt. I was an only child and knew it
would be up to me to carry on the family hunting tradition.
My grandpa owns some land way up in the mountains away from
everyone and everything on this land.
Said an old cabin that was built by my great grandfather back in
the early 1900s. It took about an hour to drive
to the nearest house or store, so this was a well kept private
area that no one ever visited except the three of us.
There was no electrical or phone service at the camp being as it
was so far out in the woods. One learned to be careful
because if something happened while at the camp or hunting
then you were on your own. There was no way to get any
help. When I was 15 years old we had
planned a trip up to the cabin but I had come down with the flu
and could not make the trip. So my grandpa and my dad left
home to make that 4 hour drive to our hunting camp.
Mum and I told them that we loved them and wished them the
best of luck on their week long hunting trip and off they went.
Three days later we got a call from the county police that
something bad had happened there.
We were told my dad was in the hospital and in very bad shape.
Mum asked what about grandpa, is he OK?
They did not know anyone else was with my dad so my mum told
them about the camp and the police were dispatched to find
my grandpa. Mum and I jumped in the car and
drove that long trip as fast as we could.
Once we got to the hospital we found out dad had a stroke and
they found grandpa at the cabin. He was covered with claw marks.
He was either dead from his wounds or he had had a heart
attack before the animal attacked.
Somehow my dad was able to get in the truck and started to
drive down the mountain to get help, but he didn't make it all
the way into town. Someone found him, pulled over
on the side of the road and took him to the hospital.
After a couple of days, my father came to enough to explain
what had happened that led to the long investigation.
Both men were out in their deer stands hunting when my dad hears
the most awful roaring, growling sound down in the woods where
grandpa was sitting. He heard yelling but could not
make out what he was saying. Then a gunshot and more yelling
came from my grandpa. He then heard sounds from some
kind of wild animal. My dad got out of the stand and
ran to grandpa. Dad was yelling where are you,
where are you, are you OK? And he was scanning the area
with his gun to his shoulder trying to figure out what had
happened. He couldn't see grandpa and he
did not see anything moving around.
It was totally silent when he got there.
Dad made his way to grandpa stand and found him lying in
some brush and he was bleeding very badly.
He picked grandpa up and headed to the cabin with him over his
shoulder. When he reached the cabin my
father collapsed. He had had a stroke.
He knew the only way to get help was to try and drive out of
there. During the investigation the
police found where grandpa was sitting.
His rifle was broke in half and the barrel was bent almost into
AU shape. Grandpa also had a handful of
hair in his first and they never found out what kind of animal
that this hair came from. There was also a blood trail
leading down into the thick swamp, then went up into a tree
and then vanished. They took samples of the blood
but could not find anything to match to tell what it came from.
There was a big manhunt put in place for days, but no one found
anything other than that blood trail.
Eventually it was classified as a bear attack.
Only bad thing about them closing this case as a bear
attack is there are no bears in this part of the country.
Once we got home dad told me the sounds he had heard and from the
claw marks on grandpa and the gun being destroyed like that,
that he firmly believed it was a Bigfoot.
There are many rumors from other folks up in those hills saying
that they had sighted Bigfoot before and have heard some
creepy sounds in the woods at night.
My dad made me promise to never go back up to the cabin and to
stay away from that place. I have never been back up since
then and we all really miss my grandfather.
Grant County, Arkansas, January 20th, 2010.
The witness routinely travelled the same route from his home to
his ranch, which is situated above the floodplain of the
river and very often stopped at a point on the state highway
where a utility right of way crossed it.
He said that the land on both sides of the highway had for
many years been owned by either local residents or local timber
companies that allow basically unlimited public access to the
river bottoms for hunting and fishing.
The area contains swamps and Oxbow lakes and was until
recently covered by old growth hardwood forests.
Many of that hardwood has now been harvested.
The area is noted for its abundance of wildlife, including
deer, bear, Turkey, bobcat, cougar, raccoons, foxes,
coyotes, squirrels, and, since the 1970s, a large population of
feral hogs, including the Russia boar.
The area is also known for its populations of large
rattlesnakes, cottonmouth and copperhead snakes.
The witness nor the general public no longer has access to
those uninhabited areas, and most of the old roads, including
some that were once maintained by the county, are now
barricaded by locked gates. The witness said that he often
stopped on the highway shoulder at the mode utility right of way
crossing just to be able to look for wildlife in the area he had
once haunted and fished so often.
At the time of the incident, the witness drove his pickup onto
the highway shoulder at the utility right of way crossing.
The men sat in the truck and watched the right away for a few
minutes without seeing any type of animal.
Then the witness noticed through the passenger side window
movement along the timberline on the north side of the right of
way. He at first thought it was a
human walking away from the highway at about 500 yards from
it. When he noticed that the figure
appeared to be of uniform colour and much taller than a person,
he told the passenger to watch it while he picked up his
binoculars. The passenger watched the moving
figure while the witness focused his binoculars on it.
The witness saw the figure was too large to be a person,
although it was walking erect on 2 legs like a human.
He then handed the passenger the binoculars.
The witness had a hunting rifle with a 24 times range Finder
scope in a case inside the truck cab, and he began to extract
them. He said he fubbled around and
finally got the rifle of the case and looked through the
scope at the swiftly walking figure.
After watching it for a brief time, he gave the rifle to his
friend and he took the binoculars and continued to
watch it. He stated that during the time
they watched the figure it stayed along the edge of the
wood line but occasionally walked out of their sight for a
few seconds in the woods beside the right of way.
He said that through the rifle scope he could clearly see that
the man like creature was carrying what he thought was the
body of a small hog over its right shoulder and holding two
of its feet with its right hand. The witness said he could not be
sure the animal being carried on the shoulder was actually a hog,
but it was the shape of a hog, not a deer.
He said that it could have been the body of a medium sized dog.
The witness said the creature was taller than any professional
basketball player by a head or more.
He said that its upper body would put a body builder's to
shame. He particularly noticed that the
creature's shoulders were massive and that the upper torso
tapered to the waist. He was also struck by the fact
that the creature's legs and arms were very long in relation
to its total height. He at first stated that the
thing's hands could have touched its knees as it walked.
He said the creature was not running at any time, but taking
long quick steps and swinging its left arm in long arcs like
it was using that arm to keep its balance.
He said that the body was covered in a burnt brown colored
stringy looking hair. The witness stated that the
creature was approximately 500 yards from them when they first
saw it. They watched it until it finally
walked into the woods and disappeared from their view
about 800 yards down the right away at that point it went into
the woods and did not reappear. This story was sent to the
Bigfoot Project by Anonymous. Apparently, the witness worked
at a Sheriff's Department at the time of the incident.
The call originated from our Local 911 centre, which is
located in the county's Sheriff's Office.
The caller was speaking Spanish, and our dispatcher only speaks
English. We have two officers on staff
who do speak Spanish. So one of the officers happened
to be in the compound that late June night catching up on
paperwork. He put on his headphones to
listen in and translate and direct the call.
The officer knew this was a bad one right away.
The caller was screaming into the phone, begging for help,
begging for us to send cars. He just kept saying send cars,
send cars, we need help. Loud noises could be heard in
the background. Then there were several
gunshots. She needed an address because
the call was coming in from a pay by minute mobile phone and
in those days we could not locate the signal.
Finally the officer said to the caller in a loud but calm voice.
Where are you? The caller replied, Browns Rd.
So the officer said, OK, who's shooting the guns?
The caller was gone for a minute, so the officer repeated
the question. 30 seconds later the response was We are
defending ourselves. The officer immediately replied,
we have cars on the way, you have to put your guns down when
the cars arrive. The caller seemed to calm down
and said, hurry, a monster is attacking us.
The officer and the dispatcher looked at each other.
When they returned their attention to the call, the line
was dead. After several attempts to recall
the number, someone finally picked up and it was a child.
I'm hiding from the monster. Please help me.
Then they heard banging and more commotion, more gunfire.
There was a fight happening in that house.
The child could not respond and the dispatcher assumed that the
child had laid the phone down or dropped it.
Deputies normally ride solo in their cars in this county, but
on this night I had a fellow officer with me.
He was a member of our narcotics team and when he heard the
location of the call, he knew exactly where this house was.
It was a single wide trailer parked at the end of a newly
bulldozed Rd. out in the county. It was the perfect spot for a
meth lab. It was a lab noticed by recent
flyovers and our narcotics team had been watching it for the
last two weeks. They had a two man team posted
150 yards behind the house in the woods to watch the trailer,
but that team had been taken off the stakeout to move to another
case for two nights. It had been confirmed that this
was a meth lab and they were going to take it down the next
week. We also had undercover guys
following the shipments hoping to make more arrests when we
pull the trigger on the operation.
It was a well established cash machine back in the woods and it
was not going anywhere. I will not describe our methods
of approaching a large drug operation like this.
We don't want the bad guys to know that we know what they're
doing. However, we were able to
approach the house within an hour.
When we hit a house like this in the woods, we know several of
the subjects will take off into the woods and try and escape.
No one ran. They were all standing in
Plainview as we approached the house.
Their weapons were laid neatly in front of the group and they
all stood sweating in the heat of the night with their hands in
the air. They were almost glad to see us.
Prior to approaching the house, we had positioned several teams
out and about the perimeter to catch those trying to flee.
When the tense moments were over and those guys were free to move
about and come in to help us process the area, they began
calling in on the radio that they had bodies in the woods.
Not a shot had been fired since we entered the area.
The sheriff was asking over the radio what was the apparent
cause of death. He wanted to know that his men
were not walking into an ambush with armed men who had been
placed in the woods before the pandemonium had broke out with
the 911 call. The officers in the field were
only saying that he needed to see it before they broadcast it
over the radios. The sheriff and two officers
began walking into the woods surrounding the house.
My team was to secure the immediate area surrounding the
trailer, so once we had our suspects in cuffs and loaded
into the van, we began making a search around the trailer.
Another team was inside of the house and they've been taken
inventory of all the evidence they could find.
As I rounded the corner to the back of the house, I could not
believe what I was seeing. The whole back of the trailer
was ripped open, walls torn off, and thrown into the yard.
I could clearly see the interior of the trailer from one end to
the other. Some of the debris was inside
the house which looked like the walls had been caved in from the
outside and some was in the yard as if something had tore the
walls out once it had a hand hold on the walls.
The scene reminded me of how a trailer looks after a tornado.
An officer with the team inside the trailer got the generator
started that had been the power source for the whole operation
and exterior floodlights that were still attached to the eave
of the back of the house illuminated the area.
There were two bodies laying just inside the woods.
They both lay in vines and brush in contorted positions.
We checked for signs of life but it was not there.
One of the dead men looked like he had been doubled over
backwards. His back obviously broke and the
position he was left in haunts my dreams still.
The other's body was laying at the base of the tree.
The only way we could see how he got in that position was for
someone or something to have slapped him into the tree trunk
while holding his feet, folding him into a horseshoe shape, and
then letting him drop to the ground.
The officers and the sheriff out in the woods were finding other
bodies out there in similar positions.
Daylight finally gave us a better view of the area and we
searched most of the day for evidence in the woods.
Each body had a weapon laying close by.
Several spent brass cartridges were found close to all of the
bodies. We had no reason to think that
they were shooting each other. They seemed to be defending
themselves from something. By noon the next day, everything
had been bagged and tagged. The 8 individuals we had
arrested had been taken to the county jail for processing and
the bodies had been delivered to the coroner's office for
inspection Later. We hoped we would find a
reasonable explanation on how they died.
None had a single gunshot wound. They had all been crushed to
death by something, we don't know what.
Around 3:00 PM the truck arrived to take away what was left of
that single wide trailer. The driver spent an hour hooking
everything up, then drove off down the muddy Rd. that led to
the meth lab. We were done with this job.
There were four of us left at the scene and we were loading
our gear into our cars when I slammed the trunk lid down.
A small child appeared at the edge of the woods in my view
over the top of the car. It was a little girl around the
age of 11 or 12:00. I walked over to her, kneeled
down and asked her if this is where she lived.
See, she said, looking up at my face.
I asked her if she spoke English.
She said yes, very little. OK, tell me in English what
happened here last night. She began to tremble and I could
tell it was hard for her to get the words out.
Then she said, Javier shot a man in the forest.
The big man chased him. I ran away to hide.
I took her hand and LED her to my squad car and placed her in
the front seat and shut the door while my partner rode in the
back seat. I wanted her to feel comfortable
and not like she was being arrested.
As we drove out on the muddy Rd. she started repeating a phrase
in Spanish. A monster came here last night.
It was a monster. It was a monster.
There's no official cause of death to this day for the bodies
that we found, but I'm pretty sure I know what it was.
My name is Tracy, and as a young person, I grew up in northern
Oklahoma. My grandfather owned property
that butted up against the Cow Creek watersheds to provide
location. It's about 30 minutes from
Ponca, 15 minutes from Pawnee, and 15 minutes from Red Rock.
Lake McCurdy was about 30 minutes away in the opposite
direction from Red Rock. At one point he owned 500 acres
or basically a square mile. Overtime he had sold the
property off down to 125 acres or what is referred to as 1/4.
The property had two good sized ponds on it and a natural spring
that constantly ran towards the watershed with Crystal
Clearwater. No one was allowed to hunt on
his property and no one did. He purchased the land around
1942 or 43. He raised cattle, pigs, quarter
horses and Welch Shetland ponies, goats, etcetera.
Virtually anything he could sell at the Stillwater auctions.
My first encounter was with my brother.
I was 10 and he was just about to turn 12.
We were fishing at a neighbour's pond with my dad and sister.
My brother nor I caught anything so we went snake hunting for
ring snakes and horned toads. As we were looking at the ground
my brother said to me, you see that tree fall?
I heard a dirt slide and my brother said let's go look.
As he thought he had witnessed an erosion event of a tree
falling into a small crevasse from the edge of it.
He ran over to the place where it fell about 50 feet from where
we were, screamed and told me to run.
As we were running back towards the pond the tree now looking
like a Bigfoot was running the opposite way.
Ends up he was watching us and he got too close to the edge and
the ground gave way. Our stepdad said we had just
scared ourselves and brushed it off.
He and my sister kept fishing while my brother and I hopped in
the back of the pickup and kept an eye out if it were to come
back. My second and third encounter
happened on the same day. I was now thirteen years old and
able to carry a shotgun, so my friend Charles and I went
hunting for quail on my grandpa's farm.
After an hour of walking we made a winding path to the very back
of the property and did not fire one shot.
The forest had gotten pretty thick but we knew where we were
and that we were not far from the watershed area.
We stepped into a clearing and 3 or 4 quail flushed out.
So I took a shot, hit the bird and it fell into a thicket that
you couldn't see into. So my friend Charles ran over
and pulled the branches back and he turned to me and said I don't
think it's your bird but something is dead back in here.
It sure does stink. I laughed and I said we need to
head back as we can't hunt past the fence.
This is where the watershed area starts, and we were both getting
hungry. We started walking back through
the woods in a more straight line than we had getting there,
and we heard large footsteps behind us.
We thought it was a cow, but we couldn't see any cows around.
When we walked, it walked. When we stopped, it stopped.
We had no idea at the time what it was.
We decided to run back to the farmhouse and get out of the
woods as quick as we could. We came out of the woods into a
10 acre clearing. We stopped in the middle of the
10 acres and look back to see a very big Bigfoot walk out of the
forest and stand behind a very large juniper type Evergreen
tree and poke his head out to look at us.
He then walked and stood behind the next tree and then walked
down into the Creek which was the only thing separating us.
So we ran the rest of the clearing to get to the road and
ran to my grandpa's house. We were so scared, crying and
hysterical that we just stood in the mud room for 15 to 20
minutes. We decided that we had to tell
my grandpa and grandma and my sister was there as well.
They all laughed at us and said we just got scared in the woods.
My grandmother said take me to it I would like to meet this
thing if it's real. So after an hour we got our wits
back and said OK but grandpa said no guns.
So we took frog gigs. We walked down an access Rd.
used to check fences that would take us very near where we first
started being followed. My sister who was 15 started
throwing rocks into the woods on the left side of the road and I
was watching the right side. This is where we saw it again.
It was standing behind a large cedar tree.
You could see its legs, 5 black toenails and its face through
the branches. Very tall.
The hair was clay red and matted like a collie that spent all day
playing in the mud kind of AV shape.
It's nose was wider than normal but not like an ape.
It's face was dark and its eyes were brown.
The hair color was brown with red clay in it.
Without walking through the ditch that stood between us, we
were 15 feet away from it. My grandma saw it and decided
not to introduce herself. We all stared at it for a few
minutes as it stared at us and I finally said I'm leaving and the
rest thought that was a good idea.
It did not follow us back this time.
The next day after I told my stepfather what had happened, he
and some friends all went back to the few places we saw it and
found tracks. He told me he believed I was
followed by something, but he would not say it was a Sasquatch
or Bigfoot. The fourth time I was 15.
I would no longer go into the woods, but I would hunt, quail
and dove in the open fields. There was a pond that was in the
open about a 10 minute walk from the house.
My friend Jimmy and I stayed the night at my grandpa's so we
could get up with the sun and shoot some dove as they got
their morning drinks. As we got to the pond and
climbed down some dam, some dove took off and I took a shot that
was pointed towards the woods about 50 yards away.
Within a second we heard the loudest, scariest scream come
from the middle of the forest, probably 200 yards away.
Jimmy thought I had had to have hit one of the cows, but then
trees started crashing and the screaming came straight towards
us. I can describe the scream as
something large, deep and pissed off.
Along with the screaming, it also sounded like a semi truck
loaded with logs bouncing around railroad tracks heading straight
for us fast. I was so scared I could not
move. I knew what it was.
Jimmy didn't. Right as the screaming and
crunching got to the edge of the forest, all I could think to do
was raise the shotgun and wait until it got close enough I
could shoot it in the head. So I raised it and everything
immediately stopped. It was right at the edge of the
forest. It never came out, however.
It followed us as far as it could back to the house while
staying in the woods. Later when I was a senior in
high school, I was approached by a kid at school who asked me,
hey I heard you seen something in the woods.
I asked why he would ask me that and he stated that he had as
well ended up he lived in a mobile home on the opposite side
of the watershed and that's where it spent most of its time.
He stated that his home had been vandalized by the beast tearing
off his TV antenna and shaking their home, but it never harmed
them when they saw it by the lake.
We decided to go look for it one evening.
There were three of us and his father would let us take a
camera but we didn't see anything that evening.
His father was a top executive at a large manufacturing company
in our town. He talked to us about what they
had encountered and I told him where my grandpa lived along
with what I encountered and he felt it was the same thing.
Bigfoot was living in the watershed area because it was
government protected lands with no hunting or fishing.
No one could go there because it was fenced off and there would
be plenty of food for it to survive.
I had a fairly close knit family.
My father's brother, my uncle had mental issues.
I never knew what the actual diagnosis was and I never really
asked because it seemed to be a sensitive subject.
We just didn't talk about it. There were times that my uncle
was OK, but they were short lived.
Mainly he was quiet and Moody. He would stare off into space
for long periods and he never left the house, even for
doctor's appointments. The doctor always came to our
house. Sadly, my uncle died one night
in his sleep. They figured it was a heart
attack. Still no one talked about his
affliction as grandma called it. As the year slipped by, my
family got smaller and smaller. Then my father passed away,
leaving just me and my mum. I'm now married and have a son.
One day I went over to see my mum for Sunday dinner and my
wife just came out with it and asked mum what was wrong with
uncle. She told her that I had some
memories of him being normal and then he had completely changed.
The subject was so taboo to discuss that my eyes nearly
popped out of my head. I was super nervous about what
she would say. My mum was silent for about two
minutes. She was deep in thought and I
kept saying mum it's OK, you don't have to talk about it.
Then she said she didn't mind saying it, but she needed to
speak carefully because for years the whole family believed
that there would be retribution for saying anything.
She also said that she would speak about it now because she
lived in an apartment in town. We were listening but we were
highly confused so we just let her speak.
She said 35 years earlier her brother-in-law, my uncle and two
of his friends went to the back of grandma and grandpa's
property to go hunting. They left very early when it was
still dark out. They walked for miles till they
found a good spot. Mum stopped and specified this
is what uncle told the family before he lost his mind.
They found a good opening so they separated about 30 feet or
so from each other facing into an open field.
They could still see each other though so after about an hour
they saw a doe pop in out of the woods across from them.
Uncle was the middleman, so he put his hand up to say wait.
Then all three noticed a very hairy man about 7 feet tall
standing at the edge of the woods staring at the doe.
Then they noticed another giant man standing at the other side
of the doe just inside the wood line.
All three men were mesmerized staring at these huge creatures.
Then like a shot, the doe was scared into the field from
behind and the two creatures came in from the sides.
Within moments they had chased the doe down and ripped it
apart. The first one grabbed the back
legs and the second one grabbed it by the neck and twisted its
head around backwards. One of my uncle's friends seemed
to lose his mind and began shooting.
That's when the forest erupted and more creatures came out from
everywhere, so the three men took off running back towards
the way they came. When things started calming down
the men stopped to take a break and with no warning a creature
stepped out from behind the tree and grabbed one of the men by
the throat with one hand and then twisted with the other.
And then the God awful sound it made as the man's head popped
right off. Apparently it took mere seconds
so the other two lit out, dodging and running as fast as
they could. Finally they could see
granddad's field and dirt Rd. that went around the farm.
They were exhausted and distraught from seeing their
friend's death. There was just a bit further to
go when the other friend stopped and said he was going to kill
the next one that came out of the woods.
Uncle begged and pleaded with him to just come with him, they
would go after them. Another time.
Uncle looked up and saw another creature step out of the woods.
This one was huge, about 10 feet tall.
Uncle started screaming for his friend to come, but his friend
kneeled down and started shooting.
Uncle said he heard the shots hit their mark, but nothing
stopped this massive creature. And then the shooting stopped.
Uncle turned in time to see another friend lose his life the
same way his first friend did. Uncle made his way into the
house and fell to the floor. Seeing this, Granddad grabbed
his gun, but Uncle refused to let him go.
They called the police and when they arrived, Uncle had already
lost his mind. Grandma and Grandpa had to tell
the police what their son had said.
The police waited for backup and a search party.
They found both men as Uncle said they were decapitated, but
they never found their heads. The police believe Uncle had
mistaken what he had seen and said it was either a bear or a
Mountain Lion. I asked why no one had spoken of
it, even if Uncle wasn't around. Mom said every time they did
speak about it, either they or their livestock would get
attacked. They believe these creatures
could somehow hear them. So I asked what kind of things
would happen and she said they would run around the house all
night long, keeping them awake and scaring them the whole
night. They would scream and pound on
their walls. The dogs would get killed or
pigs or chickens would be stolen.
Uncle would become so scared he'd shake for days on end.
My wife and I looked at each other like maybe we shouldn't
have opened this can of worms. We were so happy that we waited
to ask because we owned the farm after dad died because it was
too much for mum, but we sold the old homestead three years
earlier and bought a house in the suburbs.
When we got home later that night, I let our dog out to the
backyard for a pee. I went to let him in after about
20 minutes or so, but he was gone.
I went to search and I noticed the gate was left open.
I searched for more than a week, put up posters and still haven't
found him. My mum is blaming herself for
speaking on it. I don't believe it, since I was
a kid my family would spend 2 weeks out of the year in
Utterson. ON the campsite was Forest Rock
Camp and our cabin was placed about 50 feet in the Bush from
other cabins. One night about two AMI was
awakened by a sneeze, a very deep sneeze and a garbagey
skunk, rotten meat, wet dog smell.
My bed was about 8 feet from the window as it was very hot out.
My mom had the windows open. What I'm about to tell you is
the truth. I swear on my life something
walked into my window almost totally blocking the moonlight
and looked in it. It had the head the size of a
cow but looked like a monkey. A man monkey.
I remember whimpering and my mother getting up.
It must have hurt her because it disappeared.
I told her what I saw and she laughed and she said it was just
a deer or a cow. I never forgot that night.
Now, years later when talking to my father, whose parents owned
the camp, told me something I'll never forget.
I asked him what scared him most in life, you know, being in the
war or the OPP, which is the Ontario Provincial Police.
What he told me shocked me. It was about 1936 and him and
his brother Roy were picking do worms on the edge of a thick
brush. Dad said he heard a grunt and
some rustling, so he shone his Lantern into the brush and a
giant hairy man walked away. Sorry, but that's all I could
get out of him. He was trembling while telling
the story. Hi, I'd like to share an
encounter my family had in West Virginia on a remote highway
late at night many, many years ago.
I'd forgotten about this story, being in the military for so
long and raising a family of my own.
Many years ago when my brother was serving in the US Air Force,
he came home on leave from Italy to Huntington, WV one evening.
He and his wife were driving in the lead vehicle and my parents
were driving in the second vehicle.
They were all driving on a fairly new highway in the
mountains late at night and heading to see my sister who
teaches in a small town called Buchanan, West Virginia.
Somewhere near Stonewall Jackson State Park.
They saw someone walking on the outside of the guardrail,
heading the same direction with its back towards them.
It was extremely tall, broad shouldered, dark, and walking
along the side of the road. This was long before cell phones
so both vehicles continue to their destination.
Immediately upon arriving, my brother jumped out of the
vehicle and asked my parents if they had seen something.
All confirmed a visual and I believe they were just trying to
register what it was. 35 years passed and I never thought about
it. I completed my 20 years of
active duty in the military but continued serving in another
way. I was visiting my parents for
Christmas leave three years ago and sadly mum was losing her
battle with cancer. Early one morning I read
something and it triggered the memory so I brought up the topic
and I asked her to talk about it.
She repeated the story and said it was dark.
The events happened quickly but the thing that stuck in her mind
was the massive soles of the bare feet as the headlights
illuminated it. She said the length of the arm
swinging as it walked also stuck in her mind.
I stared at my mum to see if she was pulling my leg, but it was
apparent that she was being truthful and her eyes were
pleading for me to accept her story.
Then I told her that was pretty cool because I've never met
someone who had seen a Bigfoot. My mum was an amazing woman and
I have no doubt she was telling the truth.
I believe they may have shared their story with others and had
been laughed at so they buried it.
My father had never mentioned anything about it, but last
summer I got him to open up a little bit and he repeated the
same story but said that the gate and size were what stuck
with him. He described movement that
reminds me of the old grainy video from that Bigfoot sighting
long ago. Thanks Anonymous.
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This is my story and this is how it happened in March and April
of 2020. The world is on lockdown but
some of us need to get out of the house.
I'm retired and receive supplemental income after some
injuries when I was younger, but I've always been the adventurous
type in the family. While the world is on lockdown
and people are acting like fools over toilet paper, I had plans
of my own fresh fish for the supper table.
My cousin and his son came over. Yep, we weren't social
distancing. We took my side by side and made
a run to the river. The area is a wildlife
management area and I went where my cousin told me to drive.
We ended up way down some long forgotten logging roads beyond
where the planted trees stopped. I asked him how the heck did he
find this spot and he said he had walked in in the previous
deer season while scouting. It was well over a mile through
some of the roughest terrain South Georgia can offer.
There were some spots that made me feel real nervous as the four
wheel drive buggy would get sideways and would slip into the
old Skitterruts. We finally made it to our
destination. I parked the buggy in a small
Grove of maples and we proceeded to hike down a well used path to
the riverbank. This point was tricky.
I have a bum leg and I use a cane.
The river had recently been into the bank, so there was slick
black mud everywhere. After a bit of floundering, I
managed to keep my footing and set up a small hunting stool
that I had carried over my shoulder.
We sat about 50 feet apart along the bank.
The kid was between us. Me and my cousin were talking
loud so that we could hear each other.
The black water was swift and nothing but occasional bowfin,
or mudfish as we call them. We're willing to steal our bait.
We were laughing about something or other when I suddenly got the
feeling that an animal was near. I've haunted my whole life and
I've logged countless hours alone in the woods, so it's just
a feeling, a sensation, something is there.
My cousin is a hunter too and noticed immediately and told his
son to hush so as to let me focus.
We waited in silence until what sounded like a screech owl down
the stream to my left let out a shriek.
Ah hell. I mumbled and we went back to
our silly banter. Not long after, the squirrels up
in that direction started making a lot of racket, the kind when
they see something they don't like.
It was about this time that nature began calling.
My bladder told me that it was full and was in need of relief.
So I got up off my stool and floundered for a moment until I
got up that slick, muddy bank and went to the top of the hill.
I propped up next to the big pine and started doing my
business. The squirrels were still making
lots of noise, but I assumed it was either the screech owl or
us. And then I heard a thump.
It happened again, and then again.
I finished watering the weeds and took a few steps further out
and I glanced about. I didn't see anything.
It was a solid sound, like Greenwood on solid tree.
Just a hard resonating sound. I thought it might have been a
woodpecker, so I went back to my stool and started fishing again.
Soon after I got the feeling again like I was being looked
at. Then my cousin's son asked who
farted. I smelled it too and I wanted to
say that it was a skunk to begin with, but it wasn't as big of a
smell as a skunk, if you understand what I mean.
I told the boy it was some kind of methane seeping out of the
mud along the bank. Man, it was rank like sweat and
body odor, but not a hot smell. It just stank.
The breeze was coming across the river, which isn't very wide at
all. That funky smell and the feeling
of being watched. I expected to hear a deer blow
at any time, truth be told. So I began looking through the
trees and as I peered slowly from one tree to another, I saw
it next to a big bell bottom Cypress on the far bank.
Dark eyes. The hair was shaggy and unkept,
dark brown or reddish around the edges of the face.
A flat looking nose. But what I remember most was its
mouth, It had as big a mouth as I had ever seen on anything
resembling a man. As I locked on it, it raised up
slightly and began moving its lips, showing some rather large
canines and quick movements as it rolled its lips and relaxed
them rapidly. I tilted my head down but kept
an eye trained on it. I said out loud.
Ah, to hell with it, ain't nothing biting my leg hurts.
Let's get out of here and go find a sandwich.
My cousin's son said OK. His daddy was staring at me
intently. I motioned with my eyes and I
shook my head slightly as he started to turn his head to
look. I made a lot of noise on purpose
and I started towards the side by side.
I crested over the bank. There was a loud splash like a
whole pine tree that hit the water and a loud and fast series
of sounds I had never heard before.
The boy asked what it was and my cousin stared at me.
I told him that it must have been just that big horned owl.
I made sure the ride out was a hasty one.
I've seen wild boar had to sneak off away through the bushes away
from a black bear sow with Cubs too.
And I've seen a couple of Cougars in the region.
But that was the first time in a long time that I was actually
scared. Later that day, after we made it
back to my house, my cousin asked me while his son was out
of earshot, what the hell was that thing?
I looked at him and just shrugged.
I told him I guess it was a Sasquatch.
I really didn't know. I can still see that face
peering the way it was moving its lips.
The head was slimmer at the brow, but the jaw was wider than
the brow. The skin around the nose and the
cheeks looked like tan buckskin small ears that were close to
the sides of the head. I seriously doubt I'll go that
far down in there again by myself.
I'm not afraid of the woods. I'm just more alert since that
day. Stephen.
My name is Jake and my encounter goes all the way back to when I
was about 12 years old in Greenfield, TN, which is a small
town in the northwest portion of the state.
When I was growing up, I would spend a great deal of my time
playing out in the woods. This one time, which is when I
had my encounter, I was walking along the sand creeks, as I
often did. These creeks run for miles and
miles through the woods, and I was probably about a mile out
from my house. Anyway, I was alone and walking
around a bend when I thought I saw a bear.
I'd never seen a bear out there, nor had I ever heard of any
being in the area, so I was really shocked to see it after I
walked around the bend. I was probably 50 feet from it,
which being a kid with no experience with bears, I figured
I was at a safe distance, so I stood there to watch it.
I quickly realized that it had a deer underneath it and it had
appeared to be eating it, although it had its back to me
and I really couldn't tell what it was doing.
After watching it for about 20 seconds I realized it had arms
and was pulling the deer apart and right as I realized that
this thing stood up and I knew then that this thing was not a
bear at all. I immediately took off running
back to my house and never told anyone this encounter until now.
I never saw its face or anything because it had its back to me
the whole time, but it certainly wasn't a bear and it certainly
wasn't a man. It was probably around 7 feet
tall or so and had jet black hair.
Actually, at the time I didn't even think that I had seen a
Sasquatch. I went years thinking there was
some kind of monster living in the woods and didn't tell anyone
out of fear of being ridiculed. I have gone back into those
woods since then, although I never went back to that
location. I never saw anything again
though. I was always uneasy after that.
Fast forward a few years, I ended up joining the army and
became homeless after I got out of the service due to losing
everything during a tornado. I then began walking between
towns to look for work, but I wasn't having much luck at
finding work. However, I realized walking and
sleeping under the stars seemed to be helping with my PTSD.
So I decided to walk across America to see if any
opportunities would arise. As well as being my kind of
therapy alone and unsupported. I spent the next three years
travelling on foot from Tennessee to Delaware, to
California, to Florida, to Alaska, back to Florida and back
to California again. During that time I had what I
believe to be two other encounters.
I never saw anything during those two encounters, but I did
have rocks thrown at me and heard sticks banging against
trees. One of those times was near
Silver Creek, Ms. and the other just north of Rumsey, CA.
Thanks Jake. My name is Jason and I was in
the Boundary Water Canoe area in Minnesota near the Trout Lake
area. We had canoes in a spot to camp
for a few days and it was an area and a campsite we had
camped at before. On the first night we were
hearing chopping sounds. It sounded like someone cutting
a tree with an axe. It was fairly confusing because
it was pitch black around 10:30 PM, but also not unheard of.
What was more peculiar to us, myself and my brothers, was that
the chopping noise would happen in one spot and then a ways away
in another area, the chopping sound would happen again.
We heard this in four different specific spots and it went on
for a solid hour or more. We went to sleep and woke up the
next day and fished and swam and just relaxed.
We hadn't seen any other groups of campers in the area we were
at all day, and the other two widely used sites on the lake
were empty. Later that night, after dark
again, while sitting around the fire, we heard the chopping
noise again. In the years that we had gone up
there, we had never heard this before, let alone two nights in
a row. Then we heard a huge splash in
the water kind of back behind us.
We were camping on a small point on the lake.
We suspected a Beaver or something more normal.
Then about a minute after that splash we heard something flying
through the trees and landing with a thud near us.
This happened 4 times and so we got up and looked and found a
good sized rock about the size of a softball had been thrown at
us. Not thinking this was a funny
joke we got up and walked in the direction the rocks seem to be
thrown from. We were on a bit of an edge
because we were in the middle of nowhere and the large rocks were
being tossed at us at a pretty good distance.
We walked to the main shoreline behind us near the splashing
sound and we came face to face with a large Sasquatch.
Our flashlights caught its eye glow 1st and it was a light red
eye shine unlike any eye shine I've ever seen, and its eyes
were about the size of a closed fist.
It stood at the edge of this clearing about 35 to 45 yards
from where we stood. It was tall on 2 feet and very
dark. Since we only had flashlights, I
can't really tell you the full texture of its hair, but you
could tell it was hair covered. As soon as our eyes met, it let
out a loud, guttural, deep sounding scream.
It was a kind of sound that just vibrates your whole body and it
turned and walked away. As it did, it reached parallel
to his body and snapped a tree of a three to four inches thick
like it was a twig. This was a live tree, not dead,
and it would have to have crazy strength to snap it that way.
And it moved through the brush quickly, but not running much
quicker than any of us could. When it got about 50 to 60 yards
back, it yelled again. But this time four others yelled
back in four different spots around the lake.
That yell is still so haunting to me.
I can tell you this thing was as real as you and me.
And after those yells, the entire woods went silent like
I've never heard silence before. We were left alone for the rest
of the night. After a very scary and restless
night, we packed up and cut our trip short and left.
I've not been back to the boundary water since.
Now I am a hunter and fairly knowledgeable outdoorsman and I
have nothing that can explain what I was looking at that
night. From the edge of the clearing it
was tall, I'd say 9 feet tall and very wide and thick.
Mind you, we didn't have anything to measure so that
could not be a full accurate guess on the height.
It was hair covered and walked on 2 feet.
It had a sort of human face but more like a gorilla.
Not the same mind you, but definitely like a cross between
human and gorilla. And his face was the only part
of its body not covered by hair. I'd say the encounter was only
four to five seconds. It all happened so quick but I
have 0 doubt on what I saw and all three of us saw the same
thing. My brothers don't and won't
really talk about it and I'm more open about it but man it's
still ingrained in my head so much.
I still do take part in hunting and camping but I'm a bit more
weary now for sure. I don't feel like anything we
experienced was dangerous really.
More curiosity I guess but I probably still won't go back to
the boundary waters. We did report it but no one
really believed us so we just kept it to ourselves.
There is a stigma with folks that have these claims.
I was nine years old, it was 1972.
I've carried this memory with me my entire life, shared the story
with a few people and talked about it with Mum and now
finally with Dad. Of all the people that were
there that day that could remember, it's now just me and
my dad. My younger brother and sister
were too young, they don't remember that day.
My grandparents have passed and so as my older brother Rick, Mum
passed away in 2022 at 92 years old.
Dad will be 81 this year and is very healthy.
All these years have gone by and I finally decided to talk to my
dad about this memory. When I asked him about it, he
says he remembers very clearly. So I asked him if he wanted to
hear my memory of it or if he wanted to tell me what he
remembers first and he told me go ahead and tell first.
Afterwards he told me I was 100% spot on and he actually added a
bit to the story from his perspective and what he saw up
in The Cave. When I got into my teens and as
a young adult and hearing stories about Sasquatch, I knew
then and I know now for a fact that what we saw was a
Sasquatch. Here's the story.
I spoke with my dad a few days ago and I asked him if we could
talk about the day that we all saw a Sasquatch, if we could
share our recollection with each other, and he said sure.
I asked him if he wanted to share first or if I should, and
he told me to go first. I was nine years old at the
time, and this was my recollection of that day.
My entire childhood was spent outdoors, playing and camping.
Mum and Dad took us kids camping all our entire lives, and we've
camped and played in the mountains and deserts through
the rest of our lives. On weekends that we weren't
camping, we were going for scenic drives through the
canyons or deserts, and Mum and Dad would look for new places to
camp. My grandparents and older
brother Rick lived in Southern California.
They had drove here to Utah for a week visit.
It was a warm sunny day. This particular day we went for
a ride to show them the beautiful mountains.
We all piled into the family station wagon.
It was 1972. This was many years before
people started building and developing in this Canyon.
Very beautiful narrow Canyon, a little two way Canyon Road and
cliffs on the east side and more rugged steep mountain land on
the West side of the road. We were driving north.
It seems like it was around noontime when all of a sudden
one of the adults in the car seen a giant bird land on top of
a Cliff on the east side of the road.
Everyone was scrambling to look out the windows.
Dad pulled off the side of the road and stopped the car so he
could marvel at this giant eagle.
There was a cave structure down and to the left of where the
eagle had landed and there it was.
There was a long shaggy haired creature standing in front of
The Cave. It stood there.
It was standing there looking down at us.
It stood like a man on 2 legs but kind of hunched.
Big head, no neck, heavy big shoulders, long arms.
It was completely covered with golden brown rust colored shaggy
hair. I was looking at it from a
distance but I could tell it had long shaggy hair, not fur.
I remember its arms hung down much lower than normal, like by
its knees, and I remember it swinging its arms as it stood
there looking at us, like maybe it was nervous.
It was too far to see any facial details at the time, excitedly
talking. We all knew it definitely was
not a bear. And my brother, who was 24 years
old at the time, Grandfather and dad we're talking about maybe it
was a man in a costume, but what would he be doing up there in a
costume? I remember the adults talking
back and forth rapidly and questioning what we were looking
at. My older brother and dad quickly
decided they were going to hike up the hillside to get a better
look. I remember my mum getting
nervous as my dad and brother headed up the hillside towards
the Cliff. The Sasquatch started pacing
back and forth in front of The Cave like it didn't know what to
do with the two men coming up the hillside.
Its arms hanging longer than a person's, were swinging back and
forth in a strange motion, maybe like an ape.
It seemed nervous and paced back and forth in front of The Cave
on the ledge. My mum was starting to call out
to dad to come back and she started going into panic mode.
My dad and brother got up to the ledge where the Sasquatch had
been standing. The Sasquatch had gone somewhere
out of our view. At this point mum had gone
hysterical and frantically shovelled us kids back into the
car. She was screaming at my dad and
my brother to get back to get down off the hillside.
Mum got in the driver's seat and started driving.
Mum was inching down the road ready to step on the gas if that
creature came out of the ravine after us.
She was truly terrified. I was looking out the window
extremely worried about leaving my dad and brother.
Now at that point they were scrambling down the hillside and
when they made it to the road they were waving their arms and
yelling at mum to stop the car. Finally she did and dad got in
behind the wheel and my brother got in the car and we drove off.
This is the description I gave dad during our conversation.
I asked him if he had anything to add to this episode.
He says I was 100% spot on. He did say yes, that he did have
a couple things to add. Dad said when they got to the
ledge and cave where the Sasquatch was standing, he said
the bird nest was up on the top of a Cliff they couldn't get to
so they turned their attention to The Cave.
He said it wasn't a deep cave, just an alcove where you could
be protected from the sun or rain.
He said they saw a pile of bones in The Cave.
He said they looked like animal leg bones.
He told me he didn't want to exaggerate but there was at
least a pile of eight or 9 bones, no hair or meat,
completely cleaned off bones and they were lined up in a pile.
Dad recalls my brother Rick saying I think mum is leaving
us. Dad looked down to where the car
was parked and could see mum was slowly driving away.
So that's when they scrambled down the hillside waving their
arms for Mum to stop the car. Dad says we continued on our
scenic drive over and around the mountain and we stopped in a
nearby town at a little cafe to have a bite to eat.
He said my grandfather was so exhilarated at what we had just
witnessed that he started up a conversation in the Cafe with a
few locals describing the creature or Bigfoot we saw.
Dad said we had to hurry our lunch and get out of there
because the locals were not accepting the story and started
ridiculing and laughing at my grandfather calling him a crazy
old man. That's my story, thanks.
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