Some people go into the woods looking for peace and quiet.
Others come back convinced they were being watched the entire
time. Tonight's stories come from
those people. Welcome back to the Bigfoot
Project. This occurred in February of
2020 in central North Carolina. I left home on my way to work
about 30 minutes to an hour before sunrise.
On this morning. I actually left on time, but
normally I didn't. I was in a hurry to shave off 5
minutes of my transit time by being heavy footed on the
accelerator. I live in a rural area, but I
wouldn't call it deep country. There's still houses around and
towns. Just a 10 to 15 minute ride in
either direction, but nonetheless still rural with
large open fields and thick patches of woods.
Some of those patches are quite dense.
There's one long straight Rd. with almost no traffic and it's
actually the road I used to make up my time.
Yes, I tend to fly down that road even when I'm not running
late. I will drive pretty fast.
On this morning I actually left on time and I shouldn't have
been in a hurry, but I ended up being behind a school bus.
At the end of this long road is a highway and as you get onto
the highway you don't always have the opportunity to make a
quick pass. So I took a side road to
basically cut the corner and hopefully fly to make it to the
highway before that school bus did.
Again, I shouldn't have cared I wasn't late that day, but my
established pattern always drove me to drive hard in this area.
I took two turns and was running parallel to the bus, but on the
other road now in a race to get to the highway before the bus
did. A deer stepped into the road and
boom, I hit it. My airbag flew up into my face
too. If you've ever had an airbag
blow up on you, it takes a moment to realize what just
happened for your mind to process things.
I stopped and pulled over. The deer had come running top
speed across the field and ran right in front of me and I had
no opportunity to react. I checked out my vehicle to
examine the damage. The direction he was headed
seemed to be the very small continuation of a field, but
nearby was one of those thick, dense patches of woods that
likely extend a couple of miles in any direction.
The deer was lying in the field about 20 feet from the woods.
I wanted to make sure it wasn't suffering in case I needed to
put it down, but it was obvious that the deer was dead.
I suppose my vehicle plus its momentum knocked it several feet
off the road. I returned to my vehicle knowing
that I had an insurance claim to start.
I sat on the side of the road with a car passing only every 10
or 15 minutes or so and waiting a little over an hour for a
state trooper to arrive. This was not an emergency and my
call was not a top priority. While sitting there, the sky
brightened and the sun rose and the deer still lay dead 30 feet
off the road and only a few feet from the woods that it was
running towards. Eventually the state trooper
arrived and spent 5 minutes printing up a report for me to
give to my insurance company in case they needed it.
Despite my airbag being deployed, I decided to drop my
vehicle back home. The state trooper left and I
continued on in my original direction looking for a place to
turn around. It was probably a mile and a
half to find a suitable place to turn around without feeling like
I was infringing on someone's property.
I got turned around and headed back towards the accident site
and home the deer I hit. The deer that had laid in the
field for the last two hours was gone.
During the time it took me to drive a mile and a half, turn
around and pass by again on my way home, the deer had vanished.
Unless there was a bear around, there's nothing else other than
a person that could have dragged this deer away so quickly.
I pulled over and shut the engine down.
Couldn't believe it right away. My mind went straight to
Bigfoot. I thought this could be a great
opportunity to look for evidence and then it occurred to me if
this is true, it might not be far away or appreciate me being
so close to it. Instinct kicked in and then told
me to move along and go home. Even though I think it would
have been a great encounter with a Bigfoot, I don't actually want
to do it unless it's from a moving vehicle.
At 60 miles an hour, I'm damn sure I don't want to be face to
face with one that might be feeling protective of its family
or its food. Who knows how they think or
react. My guess is that they are as
unpredictable as any human is, so there's literally no way of
ever gauging what sort of encounter you might have.
So I opted not to risk being close to 1.
My honest guess is that if a Bigfoot did come out of the
woods as soon as I was out of sight, then he probably wouldn't
have lingered just behind a tree line.
It would have taken its food as far away from the road as
possible, but again, who can predict their behaviour?
So sadly, I went on home after stopping only a few seconds to
let my brain process everything that had happened that morning.
I told other people about it without hinting at anything
about Bigfoot and people jumped straight to the idea he wasn't
really dead or coyotes could have done it.
I can't speak for coyotes, but my guess is dragging deer
carcasses into the woods isn't really their thing, and I don't
think deer play dead and wait for you to leave.
And I do know that that deer was dead.
It bothers me that I killed an animal that was just going on
about its business because I was in a needless hurry.
My mother once told me that haste makes waste.
You get in a hurry and you'll make terrible mistakes.
In this case, I killed an animal.
I think it's not outside the realm of possibility that it was
being hunted and herded by a group of Bigfoot and
intentionally flushed out in front of a moving vehicle.
I don't really believe that part, but wouldn't it be neat to
find out that they think like that?
I think it's more likely there was a Bigfoot nearby.
When I hit the deer, it waited patiently on me to leave the
scene. It would have needed only two or
three steps out of the wood line to collect the prize and
disappear. I feel bad for the deer, but I
like telling myself that perhaps I helped feed a family of
bigfoots who are probably wishing I'd get the heck out of
there before their breakfast got cold.
So that's my story. I didn't see one, I didn't hear
one, but something happened and whatever took that full size
deer purposely waited until I was gone.
Thanks DS Bowser, My name is Dale and I had an encounter with
two Bigfoot in Alberta in October 2022 while out scouting
for a good hunting spot for elk. I was walking along a fence line
of a grazing lease in heavy Bush and Musk egg.
The Bush had been cleared away from the fence about 6 feet so I
had a good sight line should an elk step out.
I was looking for a crossing point where animals would knock
down the top line and crossover it from there.
As I was walking the line I would come to places where trees
were across the fence between two posts about every 100 yards
or so. I didn't think much of it at the
time because in muskeg area trees often fall down, but today
I think they were bridges for the Bigfoot to travel across.
So if you're looking to catch Bigfoot on camera in cattle
country, these bridges would be the places it's set up on.
Anyways, back to the story. I'm walking through Musk egg
that has standing water as well as lots of Moss, but every 100
feet or so there's a bit of a high Ridge rising above the Musk
egg with heavily used game trails on them.
These ridges are only about 10 feet high and only about 30 feet
wide before dropping into the Musk egg again.
So I'm going up and over them and get a good 200 yard look as
I reach the top of them before descending into the Musk egg
again with vision only to the next high Ridge.
Tough walking for a 66 year old, but I love the Bush and I'm in
my happy place while in it. As I start ascending a high
Ridge again, my head pokes over the top of the Ridge and there
beside the fence 50 yards away I see a black object close to the
ground in the Musk. Egg bear or wolf?
I instantly thought no big deal. I see these animals all the time
while hunting and I've never shot a bear or a wolf yet in my
life. If you ain't going to eat them,
then don't shoot them has always been my hunting motto, so I'm
trying to figure out what it is. I focus intently on it.
Long straight black hair on a cone shaped head transitioning
into straight blonde hair on its back.
Cinnamon Bear was my next thought, but something is odd
here. It looks like a head on some
shoulders. I stared, focusing on it.
I'm really trying to make this look like some kind of bear,
because it's not a wolf or a moose calf either.
Then a movement to my left catches my eye, and there,
peeking out from behind a tree, is a chimpanzee face looking at
me. What?
The FI stared at it, shocked but still trying to make it out to
be a bear or something. But it has a roundhead, not cone
shaped, straight black hair on its head transitioning to blonde
on its shoulders. It is standing behind a tamarack
tree that is between yellow and green fall colours.
It has its hands on the branches on each side of the tree trunk
and it has black fingers gripping the branches.
What the F is this? A bear?
I see it looking at me trying to figure out what I am since I'm
in full camo head to toe, it knows I'm there, but it can't
really see me. It moves its head from one side
of the tree to the other looking in my direction.
It squats down and peers under a branch at me, then stands up and
over the small tree looking at me, then one side to the other
side again. This goes on for over 5 minutes.
My mind is in turmoil as I'm furiously trying to make out
these to be bears in my head. Then she looks towards her child
and steps out from behind the tree towards it.
She gives me this side view of her face as she steps out.
There's no bear snout or chimpanzee jaw.
It has a flat nose and ears like a human.
It has no hair on its black shiny face reflecting the sun's
rays off its skin. It turns and looks at me again
and then reaches out its arms towards the black object beside
the fence. It's hand is in 1/2 open motion,
hairless to the wrist, then from the wrist to the shoulder.
It has long straight blonde hair hanging down, maybe 10 inches
long. It reminded me of tassels from a
leather jacket. It was clean and well groomed.
No branches or twigs in its hair, nor was it matted or
unkempt. I had a clearview as it took one
step out from the tree. The straight blonde hair went
down to her knees, then transitioned to black again.
When she bent down to her child, I could clearly see her breasts
hanging down. It had short blonde hair on her
breasts, but was hairless around the nipple black skin.
On this she moved her arm and hand over to the head of the
black object by the fence and wrapped its head with the back
of her knuckles, hand half open. Then she looked at it, then back
at me, then stepped back behind the tree.
She peered at me again from the side of the tree, then the other
side, and then disappeared into the thick brush on the left.
Not a sound did I hear from her as she disappeared into the
trees. I looked back at the black
object by the fence. It was rocking back and forth.
It's back to me. Then I started to get scared.
Was it going to flank me or trap me?
Was there a daddy close by? Are they as protective of their
kids as bears are? I didn't even realize that I had
my gun on my back. I slowly backed down off the
Ridge until I could not see the child anymore.
Then I turned and ran like hell. I ran through the Bush following
game trails in the direction I was going 3 kilometres from my
truck. When I got across the cut block
I hid behind a tree to see if it was following.
It was not, so I high tailed it back to my truck and got the
heck out of there. Hi, my name is Dan.
My encounter happened in 2014 in Mendocino County, California.
I was there to stay a week by myself.
The trail was going up a big rock formation and I had to get
around it. That's when the smell stopped me
in my tracks. It smelt like a zoo where
they're big animals are kept. I looked across the Creek and
dust was in the air as if something jumped 10 feet across
the Creek and now look behind me and on the other side 75 feet
away was a massive creature standing next to the trees.
I stood there and we both just stared at each other for about 5
seconds. It blinked and stepped behind
the tree out of sight. I panicked and started walking
further upstream until the Canyon got narrow.
I told myself I had to stop walking or I'm going to become
lost. So I climbed on a big boulder in
the middle of the Creek thinking it was the best place to hide
behind till I felt safe. For two hours I stayed on that
rock fishing and looking for movement.
I was afraid but knew I had to head back from my dogs back at
camp. So I started walking back real
slow and when I got close to where it happened I started to
whistle a tune trying to let the big guy know I was just passing
through. I started talking in a calm
voice saying I'm not here to harm you and I was just leaving.
I made it back to camp, loaded up my truck and got out of
there. The Bigfoot was at least 8 to 9
feet tall with an upper chest as big as a barrel and the arms the
size of my legs. Its hair was reddish brown and
its face colour was like tan buckskin.
It had very dark eyes, but its look wasn't angry towards me.
It was calm looking. It had no hair on its face, not
like a wild man with a beard. Thanks, Dan.
No one will ever believe this and I know it.
That's why I've never told anyone, not even my wife or my
children. I have two grown sons who hunt
with me on occasion and I won't even tell them.
There's two reasons for this. One we've already covered.
No one's going to believe me. It's so unbelievable that if I
tell anyone, I will become the village idiot #2 if I tell
others that I hunt with primarily my two sons.
And if they do believe the story, it might ruin their love
for the outdoors in the sport of hunting.
I don't want to do that to them. But All in all, I'm fairly sure
they will think their father is an idiot anyway.
So I've kept my mouth shut about this for years.
There's really no need to give you an exact location on the
event because if I did, you wouldn't find the place anyways.
But let it be enough to say that this occurred in the Mississippi
River basin or Delta South of Memphis and north of Greenville,
Ms. Let's get to the story. I'm a solitary hunter.
Even when the boys were growing up, I took them with me for one
season. After that, I would set them on
their way in the woods to scout and find their own places to
hunt. Hunting in packs as humans has
never been much fun for me. I like to be alone and I wanted
my sons to know what it's like to be there.
Being there when it all happens alone is 90% of the thrill.
You will get to see things that very few humans get to see.
My sons have formed their own habits and they would say that
they're just like me. We may all go together, but when
the sun rises on us, we are as far from other humans as
possible. I walked into the heavy timber
long before sun up and I was making my way to the tree that I
had marked to climb on this morning of fall deer season.
I had to wade through knee deep water in some places just to get
there. The area I was hunting in was
underwater in places most of the year.
This is where the big deer go and This is why they get so big
and they live so long. They know to stay away from
populated areas and they know where the food is.
I could see the reflective tack that I had applied to the oak
tree that I would climb in the distance.
I picked up my pace. I pulled the climber off my back
and attached it to the tree and made my way up.
Once I was settled in, that good cup of coffee hit the spot.
I waited for the sun to rise. It was peaceful.
Wildlife moved under me, the usual sounds, raccoons returning
from their nightly excursions, squirrels beginning to move
around to gather food for the winter, and I remember hearing
ducks lifting off the flooded areas in the distance.
Again, very few humans get to see and hear these things as it
happens in the places where no one goes.
There was enough light that I could see the ground now.
I heard something running to my left.
I knew it was a deer, but there was no need to get my bow ready.
It was too early to see well enough to make out what I was
shooting at, so I sat there expecting the animal to run by
at any moment. It was a deer that I had been
expecting, and she was running full speed into the graininess
of the misty morning darkness. I could clearly see enough that
it was definitely a doe. She stopped in front of my stand
a short distance out. If it had been a big buck, it
would have been the perfect broadside shot, but I wasn't
there for doze. I saw her heaving and trying to
catch her breath. Now deer don't usually do that
so it's rare that you'll see a winded deer in any condition and
it made me really focus on her. Her lips are curled and her
tongue was dangling from her mouth.
Now this is typical with the deer being run by dogs, but you
never see them short of breath. Something has been running this
doe for a while and she could not shake whatever was chasing
her. I knew that it had to be dogs.
They are the only animal that will absolutely run a deer to
exhaustion and to the point that the deer just quits.
Once that happens, the deer has no energy left to fight.
She began to run again in the direction she'd been heading.
I heard her splashed through some water and twigs breaking as
she made her escape. I fully expected to see coyotes
or dogs to follow her trail. I suppose I should have gotten
ready to kill one or two had they been coyotes, but dropping
a coyote in the area meant that it's scent would keep any deer
away for the next few days. I sat tight and I waited.
A dark figure began to appear to my left, right on the deer's
tracks. But it was bigger than a dog,
and there was only one. It was making huge bounds.
This had to be an enormous pig chasing that deer.
It happens. It's rare, but it really
happens. It was a pig, a big pig that I
expected to run across my kill zone, but when it got broadside
of me, it wasn't a pig. I have never seen an animal like
this in my life, not even at the zoo.
It was altogether something weird and something else, like a
giant wolf, but it wasn't a wolf either.
It was snorting and grunting as it passed my area and then in a
second it was gone, splashing through the same water the deer
had a few minutes earlier. I wasn't scared or worried about
this thing, more like shaking your head and wiping your eyes
to make sure you're not dreaming.
I'm telling you now, if a hippopotamus had run by me
wearing a pair of spandex dancing pants, well, at least I
would have known what I was seeing.
But this thing was off the charts and my mind began to
rationalize things to look for plausible explanations.
You know how your mind does that, right?
I soon wrote in my mind sketchbook a strange looking dog
that was twice the size of a deer.
That's what I settled on. Really.
No, I could not accept that one. This had to be a new creature to
these woods and to the world for that matter.
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I could finally see through the woods clearly, and I looked and
scanned with my best detective skills to try and see anything
that would make any sense. But the woods were quiet now.
I relaxed and poured another cup of coffee, and I settled back
into my seat. A commotion started in the
distance. Something was fighting way out
there, snarling and growling, and then the telltale bleats of
a deer. Whatever this thing was had
caught its prey. I could hear the fight and it
sounded as if the little doe did not go down quietly.
But soon silence overtook the woods again.
There was no way I was sitting in that stand all day.
After all that, I tried to be disciplined and I tried to sit
tight. I was there for a big buck, but
I could not get the images out of my mind.
I could not stop thinking about what I just run right in front
of me. A few minutes later I was
climbing down. The woods were ruined for the
morning anyway and I was there for four days so there was
plenty of time to hunt and I had several spots located to hunt
while I was there. I started following the trail of
the prey and the predator. I doubted I would end up seeing
anything, but I had to take a peek of what had happened.
It took me an hour of moving through some thick brush and
deep water to get a blood trail, and honestly I don't know how I
found it. Once the animals were out of
sight they could have gone anywhere.
But I knew the direction the sounds of the battle had come
from and I was working in that direction.
Hair and blood became visible on the ground and through the
water. I raised my head, knowing I
would see a kill in the distance any minute.
I knew it would still be there. Nothing in these woods carries
its kill away. It eats whatever it kills where
it falls. And I saw it.
The colour of the deer had contrasted with the green
vegetation. The little doe had not even put
on her grey winter coat. At this point in the year it was
obvious to me I was just a few yards from the kill.
I had no idea what to expect. I had no experience with this,
but what the heck, at this point I would have kicked myself if I
had not walked the next 50 feet to figure it out.
I knocked an arrow. That's all I had, and in no way
would this protect me from a large animal.
But I brought the bow up to a draw position anyway, and I
stepped forward. Within a few feet now and the
predator was still there. I could see it.
A large humpback rose and fell over the deer.
It was feeding. Bones crunched.
Whatever this thing was, it was crunching bones.
That meant it had powerful jaws. I messed up.
My face began to tingle. It felt like someone throwing
darts at my face. How it had not made me on my
approach is beyond me, but after all these years I still think it
was used to its solitary existence.
No one comes this far back into the jungle of the river delta.
I started to back away, low and quiet.
I had to get out of there. The beast stopped feeding and
all movement that I could see the second before through the
honeysuckle vines got real still.
I took two or five more steps back and it raised up and looked
right at me, it's head now above the tangled vines, and I saw
it's true size. Before it was running in a low
position, now it was on 2 legs. I should have drawn my bow.
I should have run. I should have done something.
But what does a man do when he faces certain death?
That's the instinct that took over.
I was about to die. I was about to be eaten and
crapped out on the Mississippi mud with the dough in a day or
two. I don't know what I did for the
next 5 seconds, but that's all the time that I had.
Later when it was all over, I stood there with my shoulder on
fire from holding my bow at a drawn position.
Apparently I had raised the bow and drawn it.
It was a pointless gesture though, because the creature
cocked its head, sniffed the air with its huge blood covered
nostrils, showed his blood stained teeth and quickly
lowered back down, picked up what was left of the deer in its
huge mouth and slowly on 4 limbs slinked away.
Then suddenly sprinted into the woods and I never saw it again.
I would like to give you a good description of this thing, but
the only part of it I saw clearly was from just below its
neck to the top of its head. From my position it was tall, a
good foot taller than me and I'm average height.
Its coat was so dark that it looked black, but it was
probably dark brown. It's ears were like that of a
German Shepherd, fully erect and clear of hair on the inside.
The muzzle was short, not long like a shepherd.
Very nasty set of teeth that had to include three inch canines.
At last, from my perspective, the chest area was not flat
horizontally like a human. The chest protruded with a
breastbone, much like a dog. But I don't think this thing was
a dog, or a dog man, as some folks call them.
This thing, in my opinion, was some type of mutant animal.
An experiment gone wrong, if you will.
Maybe not an experiment, but a botched genetic manipulation
attempt between two or more animals.
I stood in that shallow puddle for several minutes with my bow
drawn before my shoulder began to hurt and snapped me out of my
stare. The expression on my face must
have been that of amazement at what I had just seen and that I
had not been attacked. I walked backward for a long
time, scanning for any movement, but I never saw anything.
Eventually I started shaking and had to sit down on the ground.
Once I found a dry spot to let my system get somewhere close to
normal. I was so shaken and weak that
walking was becoming difficult. I finally made it back to the
place that I had set up my camp. Immediately I began breaking
camp. Getting out of that place was
now a high priority. A night alone there was not
going to happen. I quickly cranked down my pop
up. I secured everything as best I
could and as I hooked my trailer to my truck, I was about to
start the engine when a green truck pulled up blocking my
exit. It was the game warden who
patrolled the area. I got out and we began to talk
the usual routine. I showed him my license, my
permit, etcetera, etcetera. I was actually relieved to be
standing next to another human at this point.
After a talk about how I got back that far in there with my
truck and had I killed anything that day, Had I seen any other
hunters? I asked him if he had seen or
had any reports of new species of predator in the area.
He got real quiet and just stared at me.
The corner of his mouth began to raise as if he was going to
smile, but it wasn't a smile. He was searching for something
to say and instead of answering my question, he asked me if I
had seen anything. I shut my mouth.
I wasn't going to say a word. He knew what was out there.
He knew in a minute. I said no and that I had not
seen any wildlife at all that day.
And then the inquisitive Are you sure about that popped out of
his mouth. I don't know why, but the way he
asked me made me nervous. My response was that if I had
seen anything that I would have told him.
I then told him I had to get home and was he done with me.
He said yes. He got in his truck and he
pulled away, but he was on his radio the minute he slammed that
door shut. I was never so happy to hit Hwy.
61 and head north in all my life.
Within a week I had all these details written down and I kept
them in a safe spot in my desk. I knew as the years went by that
I would forget these details. I took what I had written over
20 years ago and I rewrote it. I doubt anyone will believe me
anyway. Why would they?
The story you just read is straight out of a nightmare.
Remember when your mother used to tell you that there are no
monsters? Your mother was wrong, believe
me. And the dark swamps of the
flooded areas in the Mississippi basin.
There is a monster that roams the woods and it kills deer.
Maybe it's still there, maybe it had a mate and there are more of
them now, but I'm not going back to find out.
I don't have any problem with this event in my life.
I still hunt, just not in that area.
And it's a shame, too. That was a great place to hunt.
I think about it, but I don't dwell on it.
It was just a thing that happened.
A man has to move on and live, and that's what I did.
I didn't spend a minute trying to get other people to believe
me because I knew they wouldn't. My name is Justin and I had an
encounter on a property in South Carolina.
We lived outside a small town in the northern central Savannah
River area. The house where we lived was an
old farmhouse on about 80 acres. It hadn't been farmed in a long
time, but you could still make out where the fields were.
It was surrounded by hunting club land and paper companies.
The woods there never really sat well with me at night.
I almost always felt like something was watching me, more
so during the fall and winter. I'd grown up camping and started
hunting when we moved out there. I never really had issues with
feeling unsafe in the woods except there even if I was
carrying a shotgun or rifle I was uneasy.
I would tell myself that it was all in my head and try and shake
it off. Well one year I was around 16 I
think, my dad and I were out walking the property checking on
some food plots he'd planted. We were walking back from the
back 40 along an old fence line talking when we heard this
guttural roaring sound that lasted what seemed like forever.
We both instantly stopped and froze.
We were down in the bottom surrounded by hills and the
sound appeared like it was coming from behind and above us.
The hairs on the back of my neck and head stood up even though we
were both carrying 12 gauges with buckshot.
I did not feel safe. We turned to each other and
asked if we heard that. We both nodded and continued
back to the house. We asked my mother if she heard
anything and she said no, but the dog started barking 20 to 30
minutes before we got back. It was about 20 to 30 minutes
for us to get back to the house. I had never heard anything like
that before until later that year.
My brother and I were watching a show on a skunk ape.
They played a scream and it sounded just like what I had
heard. I never heard anything after
that, but the uneasy feeling never left.
A few months later my dad was reading out in the garage.
He said he was reading and had the feeling of something
watching him. He looked up and in a shadow of
a tree in the old fence line he saw a silhouette leaning out and
staring at him. It was about 15 feet away.
He said it looked like it was hairy and around 4 to 5 feet
tall. He stared at it and it stared
back not making any noise. He didn't move, he just looked.
It would lean out and look for a little while then go back behind
the tree, then lean out and look some more.
He said this went on for about 30 minutes and then stopped a
few months after that. My aunt was visiting late one
night around 12 or one. She told us she went out back to
have a smoke. While she was out there a small
around 2 to 3 foot bipedal furry animal walked out from behind
the pump house and stared at her.
She said it kind of looked like a little monkey, dark hair and
skin. It just stared, didn't make any
noise. She stood there kind of stunned
and after a couple of minutes it walked back into the woods.
Over the years I've had a couple of scares when I was home alone.
I'd be watching TV or working on something and banging would
happen, like banging on the exterior walls.
It would startle me a bit and I would go check to see if the
dogs had knocked something over. I'd find them barking with
nothing out of place. These things happened over two
to three years and then it stopped once the paper company
cleared their trees out. I was never a believer of a
Sasquatch, but after I connected that sound with the howl I heard
on that show and the reports I have heard from other people, I
know that it's real. When I hear those howls, it
still gives me goosebumps. This encounter happened in the
Sam Houston National Forest in Texas in the early 1990s and it
is a multi use land with privately owned timberlands and
farms located within it. Hunters describe the forest as
mixed pine and oak with many water sources and they report
that wildlife is diverse and plentiful, especially white
tailed deer. Originally, Danny and his friend
were supposed to go together to inspect the property they were
planning to purchase in the Sam Houston National Forest.
They wanted to open a shooting range, but needed to see what
kind of work would be needed to prepare the land for business.
Unfortunately for Danny, his friend was called into work,
leaving him to do the inspection on his own, armed with AVHS
camera and a box carrying an unloaded shotgun that he planned
to test while out in the forest. Walking through the forest near
the San Jacinto River, Danny saw something that made him turn
around and take a second look. That's when he saw the creature.
It was lying on the ground, propped up on its left elbow.
It's right hand was laying relaxed across its leg in front
of the knee area and it was running its thumb across the end
of its fingertips in a motion going back and forth.
He locked eyes with this creature and stared at it.
At this point, Danny took stock of his situation and determined
that since he was armed with an unloaded gun in a box and Avhs
camera, his death was imminent. Excepting his fate, he decided
to at least film his future killer.
As he raised the camera, the creature stood up to its full 7
1/2 foot height and came towards him.
When it got close to Danny, the creature raised its arm over its
head and with the left arm came up with its forearm and elbow,
striking Danny across the chest. The blow made him fall to the
ground, knocking 2 teeth loose. The creature quickly retreated
into the forest after striking Danny, luckily leaving him
alive. As the creature was leaving,
Danny was able to obtain some video footage of the creature.
The camera was missing the rubber eyepiece, so Danny looked
down the side of the camera to capture the footage rather than
using the eyepiece. He also wasn't experienced with
the camcorder, so he didn't use the zoom feature.
A link to Danny's video is in the video description.
Later, describing his encounter, Danny stated that the creature
briskly walked in a bouncing fashion.
It was hunched over in a stance that was not much taller than
himself at 6 foot 1. He described the creature as
having a Crest at the back of the head that angled to a
sloping forehead and said it appeared as if the face had been
lowered down. It had two ridges of hair
running toward the back of the head from around the eyes.
The shape of the face was hard like with a blunt chin.
The eyes were grey and had a human shape but sat wider apart
than human eyes do. The nose was not flat like a
gorilla, but a mix between a Caucasian nose and an African
American nose. The mouth was shaped with a
little fuller lips but not human looking lips.
The lips were a little wider and a little different.
He was able to see the front teeth which were big, squared
off and yellowish and black in colour.
Hair covered the creature's face except the eyes, nose and mouth.
The skin colour on its face was a whitish greyish colour.
The palms of its hands and the bottom of its feet were a more
flesh tone, coloured like pigskin.
Danny stated that the ears were human shaped and it seemed that
they were possibly pointed to some extent.
Danny said the hands were skinny and very long, probably about 14
inches from the wrist to the end of the fingertips.
Its arms appear to be a little longer proportionately than
humans. The buttocks were small with
matted and dirty hair. The feet of the creature were
human shaped and approximately 15 to 17 inches long with a flat
appearance. If there was an arch, it was
small. The creature's body was large
and bulky with AV shaped torso and a protruding gut area.
Even on the gut you could see the stomach muscles as well as
other muscles on the body of the creature.
The hair was brown black, the body was brownish colour and the
tops of its hands were black as well as the inside of the legs
from the crotch down to the inside of the knees.
The hair appeared to be very coarse stiff hair like a wild
hogs hair. There was no appearance of a
neck. The creature was about 3 1/2
feet wide at the shoulders. Danny stated that the creature
was definitely a male with an average size penis for a
creature 7 1/2 feet tall. The creature had a wild animal
odor and made deep breathing and grunting sounds like it was
upset he was disturbed by him. Following his encounter and
obtaining the footage, Danny said he started being stalked by
someone. He ended up giving the footage
to the paranormal show Strange Universe to get the stalker to
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