I'm Lynn Smith and welcome to the Bigfoot Project.
Grab a blanket, turn down the lights, and settle in for
another journey into the mysteries of the wilderness.
In August 2019, a family camping trip in the Cascade foothills of
Oregon turned into a terrifying experience when several people
heard what sounded like children's voices calling from
the surrounding forest, only to realise the sounds were not
human. The voices shifted locations,
mimicked familiar tones, and were followed by heavy movement
and strange vocalizations that continued through the night.
The family later reported the incident as one of the most
terrifying experiences of their lives.
The Witnesses were a family of four, two adults and their two
teenage children, joined by a close family friend.
They were experienced campers and had spent many summers
exploring Oregon's forest roads and lakes.
On this trip they camped at a small primitive site off an old
logging Rd. about 20 miles east of Sweet Home.
The area was remote, quiet, and surrounded by dense Douglas fir,
cedar, and thick undergrowth. They arrived in the late
afternoon on August 10th. The weather was warm and clear.
After unloading their gear, they built a fire, cooked dinner, and
set up two tents. As the sun dropped behind the
Ridge, the forest grew quiet except for the constant sound of
flowing water and the occasional owl.
They described the first few hours as peaceful and normal, no
sense of unease or anything unusual.
Around 9:30 PM, as darkness settled in, the two teenagers
were roasting marshmallows at the fire when one of them
thought they heard laughter coming from somewhere behind the
tents. It was faint, almost like the
giggle of a child. The sound lasted only a second
or two, and when they turned it stopped.
Thinking it might be an echo from another campers
conversation, they ignored it. About 15 minutes later the
laughter returned, louder and closer.
This time all five people heard it.
It came from the woods about 40 yards away.
A distinct high pitched giggle followed by a short call that
sounded like someone saying hey in a playful tone.
The voice was strange, not quite right.
The pitch and inflection sounded human, but there was an
unnatural echo to it, like the sound had been pushed through a
hollow space or mimicked imperfectly.
The adults assumed at first that someone else was camping nearby,
and that maybe children were wandering too far from their own
camp. One of them called back,
shouting. Hello.
You guys camping nearby? There was no reply, just
silence. A few seconds later, the same
hey call came again, this time from the opposite direction.
It was followed by a faint giggle.
The family turned toward the sound, shining flashlights into
the trees, but the beams only showed branches and shadows.
No movement, no eyeshine, no sign of anyone.
At that point, the unease began to set in.
The man got up and walked toward the tree line, shining his light
around, calling out again. Who's out there?
No response. He walked a few yards closer,
but stopped when the laughter sounded again.
Now behind him near the fire, his wife and friend both saw his
head snap around in confusion. The sound had shifted positions
in seconds, too fast for anyone to move through the thick brush
that quickly and quietly. Everyone gathered closer to the
fire. The woods went completely still.
Not even the crickets were making noise now.
Then another sound came, faint but clear.
A child's voice saying Mum. It came from deep in the trees
higher up the slope. The woman instinctively answered
before realizing what she had done.
Her two children were sitting right beside her.
The youngest looked up at her, wide eyed and whispered.
That sounded like me. They described the next few
minutes as filled with tension and disbelief.
The voices continued to come from different spots around the
camp, sometimes far off, sometimes close enough to sound
like they were within a few dozen yards.
Each time the tone or word changed slightly.
Sometimes it was laughter, sometimes a single word like
hey, come or help. Occasionally it would sound like
one of the teenagers calling to their parents, but always just
slightly off the pitch too high or the rhythm too slow.
The family friend suggested it could be an echo or animal
mimicry, possibly coyotes, but everyone agreed it didn't sound
right. Coyotes can make strange noises,
but these sounded like actual words, formed and clear.
Around 10:15 PM, movement began in the trees.
They could hear something large walking on 2 legs, crunching
through the underbrush. The steps were heavy.
One step, a pause, then another. Slow and steady.
The sound circled part way around the camp, then stopped.
A minute later, a faint hello came from the same direction as
the footsteps. The voice sounded closer now,
maybe 30 yards away. The man yelled.
This isn't funny. Who's out there?
The reply was a long silence, followed by another giggle from
the opposite side of camp. Now frightened, they added more
wood to the fire to brighten the area.
The teenagers stayed close to their parents and everyone kept
flashlights scanning the trees. The forest was thick enough that
the light only penetrated a few feet before fading into
blackness. The sense of being watched was
strong. At about 10:40, one of the teens
shined their flashlights uphill and gasped.
They said they saw a tall shape move behind a large tree, a
vertical silhouette, dark and solid, that briefly blocked out
the lighter background of the forest.
It wasn't a person with a flashlight or reflective gear.
It was just a large, upright form that stepped sideways and
disappeared. Moments later, a new sound came,
a long, low groan from the same area.
The sound was deep, vibrating through the air, followed by two
distinct knocks, like someone hitting a tree trunk with a
thick piece of wood. The forest stayed silent
afterward for nearly 5 minutes. The family decided to put out
the fire and retreat into their tents.
They sat quietly listening. For almost half an hour, the
woods remained calm. Then, just as they began to
think the event was over. The mimicry started again, this
time closer than before. It began with a faint whisper
that sounded like one of the kids saying Dad.
The father turned his head sharply toward the sound,
realizing it was coming from just outside the tent.
He whispered to the others to stay quiet.
Seconds later, something brushed against the side of the tent, a
faint dragging touch, like a hand sliding down the tent.
Everyone froze. A moment later, another sound
came from behind the tent. A slow, deep exhale followed by
a soft grunt. The father unzipped the tent
just enough to shine his flashlight out.
He saw nothing, only shadows and fog forming above the nearby
stream, but he could hear a movement again, slow steps
receding into the trees. They stayed awake the rest of
the night, listening to noises, the occasional soft knocks,
faint whistles, and twice more the sound of voices coming from
different sides of camp. Each time it happened, the
pattern was the same. A voice or laugh, a short
silence, then movement in another direction.
At one point around 1:30 AM, something heavy struck one of
the nearby trees with enough force to make a dull thud that
they felt through the ground. The mother described it as like
a baseball bat hitting a tree. The sound was followed by a
faint vocalisation, a deep, drawn up moan that rose in pitch
before fading away. That was the last major sound of
the night. By dawn, the forest had returned
to normal. Birds began chirping again, and
sunlight filtered through the trees.
The family cautiously stepped outside.
The air was damp and cool, and everything seemed peaceful
again. They inspected the perimeter of
the campsite and found several strange details.
Near the back of the tents, the grass and leaf litter had been
flattened in two spots, as if something heavy had knelt or
crouched there. The flattened areas were large,
around 3 feet across. Several feet away, a small log
had been moved and propped against a tree.
There were also faint impressions in the soft soil
near the stream. Wide partial prints, roughly 15
to 17 inches long, spaced far apart.
The father said they looked like footprints but lacked clear
definition. Because of the wet ground.
The family broke camp quickly and left the area by mid
morning. As they packed, they noticed
something else odd. Their cooler, which had been set
under the picnic table, was turned on its side.
Though it hadn't been opened, a small pile of pebbles had been
placed next to it in a neat line.
No one in the group had done it, and it had not been there the
night before. When they reached cell service,
they called a friend who worked in forestry and told them what
happened. He told them that several
similar reports had been collected from that region over
the years. The family later looked up
Bigfoot reports in Oregon and were startled to find multiple
accounts describing identical experiences, Voices calling in
human like tones, laughter and the sound of children's voices
mimicking campers. The father later said that the
experience convinced him something intelligent was behind
it. He didn't believe it was a prank
because of how fast the sounds moved and the lack of light or
human tracks in the morning. He also ruled out coyotes or
owls because the voices were clearly speaking words and
seemed to respond to them deliberately.
The family refused to return to that specific area but continued
to camp elsewhere in Oregon, always closer to established
campgrounds. They said the one detail that
stood out most was how perfectly the voices mimic their children.
The sounds weren't random. They were directed, almost
playful. The mother described the moment
she heard Mom from the woods as the most terrifying thing she'd
ever experienced outdoors. She said it wasn't just the
sound itself, but the realization that something
inhuman had learned to imitate human speech, to lure or
confuse. The August 2019 Oregon encounter
remains one of the more chilling examples of vocal mimicry
associated with Sasquatch type activity.
The combination of childlike voices, circling movement, tree
knocks and heavy bipedal footsteps fits a growing pattern
of reports from the Pacific Northwest, especially in the
Cascade foothills. Witnesses often describe the
same eerie blend of human like sounds and predatory behaviour,
mimicking approaching then retreating just far enough to
stay unseen. The family has not gone camping
off grid since, even years later.
They say that sometimes when the woods grow quiet and they hear
laughter or a voice in the distance, their first instinct
is to pack em and leave just in case whatever they heard that
night is still out there. In February 2017, a solo hiker
travelling along a remote section of the Tonto National
Forest in central Arizona reported a terrifying night time
encounter with an unknown creature that followed him for
nearly a mile before charging from the darkness.
The man, an experienced outdoorsman, later provided A
detailed written account describing the incident, which
he said permanently changed the way he approached solo hiking.
The event took place along an isolated stretch of trail near
the Mazatsal Mountains, an area known for its rugged terrain,
thick juniper and Mesquite stands, and deep canyons.
The witness, in his mid 30s, had planned a 2 day backpacking trip
along one of the lesser used Ridge lines.
His goal was to hike in several miles before setting up camp,
spend the night, and finish the loop the following day.
He had hiked and camped alone many times before, including in
this general region, and considered himself familiar with
the area's wildlife and sounds. He began the hike mid afternoon
on February 11th. The weather was cool and clear,
with light wind typical for the Arizona High desert for that
time of year. The trail was dry and the only
sign of other people he encountered that day were old
boot tracks near the trailhead. As daylight faded, he reached a
high plateau overlooking a deep drainage and decided to continue
for another hour before setting up camp.
He had his headlamp, flashlight and GPS and said he wasn't
concerned about hiking after dark.
Around 630, he stopped to rest and take a drink of water.
The sun had set and twilight was fading quickly.
The desert night was still, the only sounds being crickets and
an occasional breeze rustling through the brush.
He described the setting as calm and quiet until he heard
something move behind him. At first it was faint, like the
sound of a single footstep, then another, heavier and closer.
He turned, shining his flashlight into the brush, but
saw nothing. Thinking it might be a deer or a
javelina, he waited and listened.
The sound stopped completely after about 30 seconds.
He shrugged it off and continued hiking.
He got less than 50 yards when the footsteps started again,
clear and matching his pace. Each time he took a step, he
heard another behind him, slightly delayed, crunching on
gravel and breaking small twigs. He stopped.
The sound stopped. He walked again.
The footsteps resumed. He described an immediate sense
of unease. Not fear at first, but a growing
awareness that whatever was behind him was big and walking
upright. The rhythm and spacing didn't
match any 4 legged animal. It was methodical, 2 steps at a
time, slow and heavy. He turned again, this time
shining his light wider across the brush.
The desert was open enough that he should have been able to see
movement, but nothing was there. The beam reached 50 yards in all
directions, but the landscape was empty.
He began to speak out loud, saying things like hey,
whoever's over there, I can hear you.
His voice sounded too loud in the still air.
The footsteps stopped once again.
He waited, scanning the darkness.
Then, from his right, something snapped, a thick branch.
The sound was distinct, not something caused by the wind.
His nerves tightened. He picked up his pace, deciding
to cover ground and reach a small rise ahead, where he could
see the surrounding area better. As he climbed, the sound
followed. The footsteps were faster now,
sometimes overlapping his own. He described them as thudding,
deep and heavy, like something dropping its full weight into
every step. By this point, it was fully
dark. The stars were out and the moon
hung low behind the clouds. The flashlight beam bounced with
each movement as he climbed. Near the top of the Ridge, he
stopped again and turned quickly, sweeping his light in a
full arc. For a split second, the light
caught something. A dark shape, large and upright,
partially hidden behind a tree. The eyes reflected A faint red
color, not bright like an animal's typical shine, but dull
and deep. Before he could focus, the shape
shifted out of sight with startling speed.
He later said that moment ended all doubt that he was being
followed. The distance between them had
closed to maybe 40 yards. The realization that something
that large could move so quietly unnerved him.
He decided to continue forward toward a section of rocky
outcropping where he knew there was a small clearing used by
hunters. He wanted open ground and better
visibility. As he moved down the opposite
side of the Ridge, the sound of movement behind him became
louder. He said it was no longer pacing
him, but paralleling him to his right, just out of sight.
Occasionally he heard brush snapping, the sound of weight
shifting, and even what sounded like a deep, short exhale.
At one point he stopped again and aimed his flashlight into
the brush. The beam caught a faint outline
between 2 trees. A massive figure crouched low,
motionless. It wasn't a rock or a stump.
He could see the shape of the shoulders and head.
The moment the light touched it, the figure dropped lower, as if
trying to hide. He froze, heart pounding, unable
to move for several seconds. When he took a step backward,
the figure rose slightly and shifted its weight, the movement
smooth. He didn't want to wait to see
more. He turned and started moving
quickly down the trail, not running but walking as fast as
he could while keeping his footing.
The sounds followed instantly, closing the distance again, loud
steps, branches breaking, and what he described as a deep
dragging sound, like something brushing against the ground as
it moved. He reached the clearing about 10
minutes later. The area was flat, open and
moonlit enough to see 50 yards around.
He stopped in the centre, breathing hard, and turned again
with the flashlight. Silence.
Nothing moved. The air felt still and heavy.
Then came a sound from the tree line.
A single deep knock. Like wood striking wood.
It echoed across the Canyon. He stood completely still.
The knock was followed by a low guttural moan that seemed to
vibrate in his chest. Then another sound from his
left, a second, higher pitched moan overlapping the first.
It was clear there was more than one of whatever was out there.
He drew his side arm, but didn't raise it.
The noises stopped, followed by complete silence.
After several long seconds, something large burst from the
trees uphill to his right, moving directly toward him.
The sound was explosive, pounding footsteps, crashing
brush, and a roar that began low and rose into a violent,
guttural scream. He described it as the most
powerful sound I've ever heard. Not like an animal, more like
something angry. The roar was followed by a deep,
throaty growl that carried across the rocks.
He pointed his flashlight toward the sound and caught the
briefest glimpse of movement. A towering shape, dark, fast and
upright, crossing between 2 trees about 30 yards away.
The branches shook as it passed. He fired a single warning shot
into the air. The gun's echo rolled across the
Canyon, followed by silence. The creature stopped
immediately. For a few seconds there was only
the faint crackle of settling debris, then slowly the sound of
footsteps retreating into the distance, still heavy, but
moving away. The roars did not return.
He stayed in the clearing for nearly half an hour, listening
and scanning several times. He thought he heard faint
movement far off, but couldn't be sure.
The feeling of being watched never fully went away.
He considered hiking out, but decided instead to stay where he
was until first light. He built a small fire from dried
brush and sat with his back to a large boulder, gun resting
across his lap. He said that throughout the
night he occasionally heard distant knocks, sometimes one,
sometimes 2IN succession, echoing from different
locations. Around 2:00 AM, he caught a
faint whiff of a strong, musky odor drifting on the breeze.
It was earthy, pungent and slightly rotten.
The smell came and went in waves until dawn.
At first light, he hiked quickly back toward his truck.
Along the way, in the section where the charge had occurred,
he found several large impressions in the soil, too
wide and too long to be human. The ground was hard packed, so
the prints weren't clear, but the spacing suggested a stride
far larger than his own. Several broken branches and a
few overturned rocks marked the route where the creature had
come down through the trees. He left the area immediately and
didn't stop until he reached the main road.
Later that day, he reported the encounter to a friend.
The friend told him there had been occasional reports from
hunters and cambers in the same general region.
Strange howls, wood knocks, and sightings of a big dark thing
moving through the trees. The witness later submitted his
full written account to a regional researcher.
He emphasized that what struck him most wasn't the sighting
itself, but the intelligence behind the movement.
He said the creature stayed out of you intentionally, circling,
pacing and finally using a bluff charge to drive him away.
It didn't act like a startled animal, it acted like something
that knew he didn't belong there.
He said the physical size of the figure was impossible to forget.
Based on the distance and how high it stood relative to the
trees, He estimated its height at between 8:00 and 9:00 feet.
The arms were long, the movement smooth and powerful, and the
noise it made was unlike any known animal in the area.
Since the encounter, the man has continued to hike, but never
alone or after dark. He described lasting anxiety
about the experience, saying that the sound of heavy
footsteps on gravel or breaking branches at night now triggers
an instant reaction of fear. The February 2017 Tonto National
Forest incident remains one of the most unnerving Arizona
reports, involving direct pursuit and an apparent charge.
The combination of deliberate pacing, vocalizations, wood
knocks and sudden aggression mirrors other high intensity
encounters in remote regions across North America.
This report stands out for its level of detail and the
witnesses calm, consistent recollection.
He never claimed to know exactly what he saw, only that it wasn't
human and it wasn't behaving like any animal.
In his final statement, he wrote.
It's easy to tell yourself that Bigfoot stories are just
campfire talk until something walks behind you in the dark
that you can't see but can feel every step, every breath.
When it finally charged, I knew it wasn't bluffing for fun.
It wanted me gone and I didn't argue.
In June 2019, a solo backpacker exploring the Kenai Peninsula in
southern Alaska reported one of the most disturbing and detailed
encounters ever documented in the region.
The incident involved the discovery of unusually large
tracks, followed later that same evening by a direct visual
sighting of an enormous, aggressive creature that
appeared to deliberately intimidate him.
The witness managed to photograph several of the
footprints before the encounter escalated, and his written
account provides a clear factual record of what happened that day
deep in the Alaskan Backcountry. The Witness, a 39 year old
outdoor photographer from Anchorage, had planned a four
day solo trek through a remote area near the Kenai Mountains,
several miles from any maintained trail.
He was familiar with Alaska's terrain and wildlife, having
spent over a decade hunting and camping throughout the state.
His main goal for the trip was to photograph wildlife and
landscape scenes in early summer light.
He carried A lightweight camera, set up a tent, and bear
protection including spray and a sidearm, standard gear for
anyone travelling alone in bear country.
The first two days of the trip went as planned.
The weather was mild, with long daylight hours, temperatures in
the low 60s, and calm winds. He followed a game trail that
wound through spruce and Alder forest, leaning toward a series
of ridges overlooking a wide valley.
The terrain was uneven but open enough to allow good visibility.
On the morning of June 14th, he broke camp and began hiking
toward a small stream about 5 miles east of his last overnight
sight. He planned to refill on water
and set up camp near the Creek before sunset.
Along the way, he noticed a set of large impressions in the
muddy ground beside the trail. At first glance, he assumed they
belonged to a bear, but as he looked closer, he realized the
shape was wrong. The prints were elongated much
longer than they were wide, with a defined heel and what appeared
to be individual toe marks. He crouched down and
photographed several of the impressions.
Each print measured roughly 18 inches in length and nearly 8
inches wide at the ball of the foot.
The stride was immense, approximately 5 to 6 feet
between steps, and the tracks ran in a straight line across
the trail and down toward a small drainage.
He noted that the depth of the impressions was significant.
Whatever made them was heavy. He pressed his own boot beside
one of the prints and found his own mark barely sank into the
mud at all. By comparison, he followed the
trail of Prince for about 100 yards, watching how they crossed
a shallow Creek and climbed the opposite bank.
There were no claw Marks and no signs of handprints or knuckle
impressions. The gate was consistent, upright
and linear, not like a bear moving in all fours, he said.
The sense of unease came over him quickly.
The area was quiet, almost unnaturally so.
No bird calls and no wind. After photographing the tracks,
he decided to continue toward his intended campsite but
remained on alert. The rest of the afternoon passed
without incident, though he admitted filling watched several
times as he moved through thick brush.
The sound of his own footsteps seemed unusually loud in the
silence. He reached the Creek just after
6:00 PM and set up camp on a flat clearing about 50 yards
from the water. The area was surrounded by
spruce forest, with a ridgeline rising to the north and the
valley stretching out behind him.
He cooked dinner, filtered water and spent time reviewing the
photographs of the footprints on his camera.
He was certain that what he had seen was number hoax or natural
erosion. The spacing, shape and clarity
were too precise. Around 8:30, the sun was still
above the horizon, though the light had softened.
He was sitting near his tent writing notes when he heard a
sound from across the Creek. A heavy thud followed by
another. The Creek was only about 40 feet
wide at that point, and the sound seemed to come from
directly opposite his camp. He stood up and scanned the tree
line. The shadows were long, and
visibility across the Creek was limited by thick Alder and
Willow growth. Still, the sound of movement was
unmistakable. A slow progression of heavy
steps, then a pause. He called out loudly, thinking
it might be another person. There was no answer.
A few moments later, a loud crack echoed from the same
direction, a branch breaking under pressure.
Then silence. He backed slowly toward his
tent, scanning the woods. The next sound made his heart
race. A deep, guttural exhale, loud
enough that it carried clearly across the Creek.
It wasn't a bear's huff or snort.
It was longer, lower, and it vibrated in his chest.
He grabbed his bear spray in flashlight and stood still,
listening. The sound came again, closer
now. Then, without warning, a rock
roughly the size of a fist landed in the shallow water near
the bank. A second rock followed moments
later, thrown from somewhere behind the trees.
The man said that realisation that something was throwing
rocks is what triggered his fear.
He shouted again, louder this time.
The response was immediate. A loud, deep growl erupted from
the tree line, not brief but long and drawn out, growing
louder as it went. It was powerful enough to carry
over the Creek and echo off the valley walls.
He described it as the kind of sound that makes your stomach
drop, not from an animal but from something intelligent and
angry. Seconds later came a violent
crash of brushes, followed by a rhythmic pounding of footsteps
moving fast through the trees. The creature was coming down the
slope toward the Creek. He aimed his flashlight toward
the sound and the beam caught movement, a massive dark shape
breaking through the brush. He described it as enormous, at
least 8 1/2 feet tall and built like a wall of muscle.
The shoulders were incredibly wide, the head low and forward
set with no neck. The hair was dark brown, with
lighter patches around the upper arms and chest.
The creature stopped at the edge of the Creek, partly hidden by
willows. The hiker stood frozen, weapons
still holstered, bear spray ready in his hand.
The creature leaned forward slightly, emitting a sound
halfway between a grunt and a roar.
Its eyes caught the light from the flashlight, glowing faintly.
He could see the outline of its face, flat, broad, with a wide
jaw and a pronounced brow Ridge. The mouth was closed but tense,
and the nostrils flared as it exhaled forcefully.
Then, in one abrupt motion, the creature stepped into the Creek.
Water splashed around its knees as it waded directly toward him.
Each step sent ripples across the surface, and the sound of
its weight in the water was immense.
The hiker backed away, shouting, trying to make himself seem
larger. But the creature did not slow.
When it reached the middle of the Creek, about 20 feet from
his camp, it stopped. For several seconds it stood
motionless, chest rising and falling.
Then it let out a roar so powerful he felt it vibrate
through the ground. The sound lasted several
seconds, deep and guttural, ending in a bark like exhale.
The hiker raised his flashlight higher, fully illuminating the
creature. The creature reacted instantly,
throwing its head back and slamming its hand into the water
with tremendous force, sending a spray several feet into the air.
It let out another roar, louder than before, and took one more
step forward. The man fired a warning shot
into the air from his side arm. The gunshot echoed.
The creature froze, then let out a shorter rasping vocalization,
something between a growl and a hiss, before turning abruptly
and retreating back toward the trees.
The sound of its steps in the water was rapid, and within
seconds it disappeared into the vegetation.
The crashing noises continued for several more seconds before
fading into the distance. The hiker stood motionless for
nearly a minute, his flashlight trembling in his hand.
He could still hear faint movement uphill, but it was
retreating fast. The silence that followed was
total. The only sound left was the
gentle flow of the Creek. He packed his essentials within
minutes, deciding not to stay another night.
He moved quickly but carefully, keeping his light on the
surrounding forest. He said the sense of being
watched persisted the entire time.
Several times he caught faint movement behind him, distant but
steady, as if something was pacing him from the tree line.
He reached a flat, open area about a mile from camp just
before midnight and decided to stay there until daylight rather
than risk navigating rough terrain in the dark.
At dawn, he returned briefly to the site to retrieve what he had
left behind, his tent, cookware, and a small camera tripod.
The area was undisturbed except for large tracks along the
Creek. Some were fresh, deeper and
sharper than the ones he had photographed earlier in the day.
The prints were spaced wide apart, each clearly showing toes
and a deep heel impression. He took more photos, noting that
one print in the water showed where the creature had turned
abruptly during its retreat. He said the smell lingered
faintly in the area, a heavy, musky odor like wet hair and
decay mixed with sulphur. Several trees near the Creek had
been snapped about waist height and the vegetation on the
opposite bank was flattened in a wide path leading up the slope.
The mud was churned up where the creature had stood mid Creek.
He left the site immediately after photographing the damage
and returned to his vehicle by late afternoon.
Over the next several days he reviewed the photos and wrote a
detailed report of the encounter, including GPS
coordinates, timestamps and terrain notes.
The images of the tracks were clear and distinct, showing
wide, flat feet with well defined toes and long stride
spacing. The local wildlife experts he
shared them with later were unable to identify them.
When asked to describe the creature's behaviour, he said it
was not curious, it was angry. He felt strongly that the roar,
the charge and the show of strength were meant as
intimidation. He emphasized that nothing about
the event suggested random aggression.
It was calculated territorial behaviour he described.
Its size was overwhelming, even standing mid Creek with water up
to its knees. It towered above the brush on
both banks. He estimated its height between
8:00 and 9:00 feet with shoulders easily 4 feet across.
Its movements were fluid but powerful, every step deliberate.
The hands were visible briefly in the light, large and human
like, but longer in proportion with noticeable thickness
through the fingers. He submitted the report to a
national Cryptid research organization along with his
photographs. The analysis confirmed that the
prints showed consistent morphology with other alleged
Sasquatch tracks, wide toe spread, deep midfoot pressure
and consistent stride. The locations remoteness and
lack of human traffic added credibility to the report.
In the weeks that followed, the witness said he experienced
recurring anxiety when thinking about the event.
Though he continued to hike afterward, he avoided solo trips
and refused to return to that part of the Kenai Peninsula.
What makes this case especially compelling is the combination of
physical documentation and behaviour, the deliberate
intimidation, the rock throwing and the direct reaction to the
witnesses presence. It suggested a level of
intelligence and control that goes beyond instinctive animal
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Thank you. Guernsey County, Ohio I took a
report from a fellow who didn't want his name used about his
October 1990 Bigfoot sighting just north of Old Washington,
OH. Bob, not his real name, had
permission to hunt some private land adjacent to state land
north of town. As the Camwood hunter sat in a
tree watching over a pasture field near Norris Rd., he saw a
dark hair covered animal walk out of the tree line on 2 legs
and proceed across the open field until it turned and walked
N up to a barbed wire fence. When the beast reached the fence
the wide eyed bow hunter witnessed it smoothly step over
the obstacle and disappear into a jungle of multi floor rows
without breaking stride. Even at a distance of 300 yards
the creature appeared huge. Being able to easily step over a
four foot high fence certainly adds credibility to Bob's claim.
He sat there for a few minutes digesting what he had just seen
until reality set in and he quickly climbed down out of the
tree and left the area. He said that he was very spooked
after the incident and didn't hunt anymore for a month or so.
Years later, Bob got involved with fishing for Flathead
catfish and spent many nights plying salt forks nearly 3000
acres for the Battle Scar Giants, some reaching 50 lbs or
more. It was common for Bob and his
friend to pull the bow of the boat ashore and sit in lawn
chairs after midnight at several favorite spots along the
shoreline. More than a few times the men
would hear knocks coming from up in the woods above the water.
Sometimes they would hear whoops as well and Bob often wondered
if those sounds were from actual bigfoots or from some human
trying to entice a response from one of the beasts.
There is no doubt what made a scream 1 summer night in 2010
when Bob and his friend had beached their boat in the T
shaped Cove of the east side of the lake just beyond the campers
beach. As the two men sat in their lawn
chairs fishing, the serenity of the evening was suddenly
vanquished by a piercing scream that was followed by a
chattering sound that resembled Japanese language.
The fishermen promptly packed up and left.
When I inquired as to whether the screaming chatter was
followed by a response from another location, Bob replied
no. He felt the outburst was
directed at them by something that wasn't pleased by them
being there. Monroe County, Ohio Victor
Roberts shut off the mower and climbed from his machine while
wiping his brow. He took a long drink from his
water bottle and heard a distinct thud of another half
dollar size rock hitting the ground.
He didn't even look towards the hill up behind the house,
knowing full well that's where it came from and who, or rather
what had thrown it. The yard as well as the roof was
full of them. He had had it happened before
almost every time he came to mow the grass at the house in which
his father had once lived. Situated off Route 556 E of
Bealsville, Ohio, the Cats Run Rd. property consisted of the
old house, a barn and some 300 acres now owned by Victor and
his family. His dad had lived there for many
years before his passing and now the old house sits empty with
Victor only rarely coming down to mow the grass or maybe do a
little hunting. He remembers his first encounter
very well, although it took place back in 1975.
Victor was deer hunting in December up in the hills behind
the house. He had sat down against a big
Cherry Tree to break up his outline and blend in with his
surroundings. This was either before you had
to wear some hunter orange clothing or possibly the man
didn't adhere to the state regulation.
Anyway, he had gotten a little too comfortable and had fallen
asleep while sitting against the tree.
When he woke up, the sun had already set and the woods were
quickly darkening. He had no flashlight with him,
but he knew he needed to head downhill to reach the house.
He got up and proceeded to make his way downward, trying not to
run into any obstacles in his way.
He ended up in the bottom of a ravine and quickly discovered
that something else was in it besides him.
He ran into a warm hair covered body that he thought must have
been a cow. After the initial contact, he
suspected that the cow would simply walk off.
However, the beast stood up taller than he was and he could
feel and smell its hot, stinky breath on his face.
He said that the animal smelled like crap.
It simply walked off into the darkness, leaving Victor to
think that the cow was instead a bear that was walking away on 2
legs. Another time, he and his brother
Andy were deer hunting together in the hills up behind the
house. The 2 hunters had both sat in
separate locations waiting unsuccessfully for some deer to
come through. Darkness set in and they needed
to get down off the hill quickly.
As soon as Victor stood up, he heard someone else get up not
far from where he had been sitting.
It ran like the wind through the woods away from him.
Thinking that it was his brother, he went after it
yelling Andy, stop, stop. But it kept going very fast and
very smoothly. He watched it go until he saw
the real Andy stand up. He too observed this thing
running through the dark woods gracefully and as quickly as a
cat. Andy thought that it was a bear,
but I don't think Victor believed him.
It had been two years since Victor had been to the old house
to cut the grass due to a bridge being out and some vehicle
problems, but he plans to go back.
He has invited me to meet him there so he can show me the
house and property. He said that he once watched a
Bigfoot at night through a thermal scope that was sitting
up on a log up the hill behind the house.
He watched the creature who was watching him back for 10 to 15
minutes until his hair started to stand up on the back of his
neck and head. Then he retreated to the house.
He said that the thing was very large and it spooked him.
I might just take him up on his offer to meet him there someday.
It might be difficult to locate down in the Hills and Haulers of
Monroe County, but I know how to find it.
Just look for an old house on Cats Run Rd. with half dollar
size rocks in the yard and on the roof.
Catawba River, South Carolina While fishing at the Catawba
River near Great Falls, SC in February of 2016, Lindsay Rakes
and her husband had just moved downstream a short ways closer
to the dam when they both heard and saw a 10 to 12 inch rock hit
the ground close to where they stood.
The rock had not rolled down the hill behind them, but had been
thrown by someone or something. They began to hear something
above them running on the hill and ruled out humans due to the
extreme steepness of the bank and the difficulty in reaching
the location above them. A few seconds later, they heard
a noise that sounded vaguely like an owl, yet they both
thought that it was something else trying to imitate 1.
This sound was followed by a knocking or clacking noise
coming again from up above and behind them.
Another rock was thrown, landing near the first one, and then the
whole sequence was repeated again.
The couple fled to their vehicle after the third rock was thrown,
and Lindsay's husband shone a flashlight up a hill in an
unsuccessful attempt to see the perpetrator.
Highland County, Ohio Kim Cahill Estep and her sister Susie had
been shopping in Hillsborough and we're now on their way home
to Mowrystown, Ohio. They travelled S on Route 62
until they made a right turn and proceeded down Taylorsville Rd.
The two sisters chatted about what they had purchased and
their plans for the next day, when suddenly their idle small
talk was replaced with gasps and screams when the car finally
slid to a halt. There, standing not 2 feet in
front of it, was a giant beast that neither of them had ever
seen before. It was at least 7 feet tall with
a lanky build but nonetheless still muscular.
The creature displayed a look of concern, if not shock at almost
having been hit by the vehicle. The headlights revealed the
animal standing on 2 legs like a human, but covered in reddish
brown hair around 6 to 8 inches long.
Its eyes, huge from the excitement, shone red from the
reflection of the headlamps. After a 5 second stare down
between the sisters and the creature, it calmly continued on
its merry way across Taylorsville Rd. until it
reached a four foot high fence along the side of the roadway.
This flimsy obstacle proved no problem for the beast as it
simply stepped over the barrier and continued on its way into
the woods and out of sight on the West side of the road.
Kim remembers that the animal displayed arm swing as it walked
away. After telling a few family
members and friends of the incident and getting laughter
and insults, Kim kept the 10:00 PM.
November of 82 encounter to herself until now.
She was pleased to learn that she and her sister weren't alone
as others have also seen the beasts in Highland County and
have reported their sightings to me, Jackson and Gallia Counties,
Ohio. It was near the end of July in
2003. Okie Fortner and his buddy James
were driving the back roads of Jackson and Gallia County
scouting for deer. It was around 4:00 in the
afternoon and the pair was travelling down Jimes Emery Rd.
when Okie saw something reddish brown out in the pasture nearby.
They stopped the car in a wide spot in the road and waited for
the animal to reappear from one of the dips in the rolling
pasture field that had caused it to momentarily drop out of
sight. When it finally reappeared a few
seconds later, the two men were shocked to not see a deer, but a
giant of a beast on 2 legs walking toward the tree line
about 100 yards from their vehicle.
Okie's first guess at the height of the creature, which he put at
around 8 feet, proved to be a foot or two short upon further
investigation when they went back later and measured a tree
that the Bigfoot had grabbed with one of its powerful hands.
When the bee stepped over A5 strand barbed wire fence, it
turned its body enough to see Oaky's vehicle stopped 100 yards
away, with the two occupants inside watching it.
Once across the fence and into the trees, the animal hunkered
down and looked back at them, then started to sneak through
the woods back toward the road where they were parked.
They watched it for about 5 minutes until it stealthily
advanced toward them. Momentarily, it disappeared in
the foliage, only to reappear much closer than where they had
last seen it. Finally, when the beast was a
mere 40 yards away, it revealed its location by bravely stepping
out of the forest and into the tree line next to the pasture
field. As the Bigfoot stared back at
the wide eyed men in the car, it grabbed a branch on the tree
next to which was standing. That was the branch that Okie
and his son later measured to determine the height of the
creature. It was learned then that the
animal had to have been 9 feet tall at least, maybe even more.
Oki got a very good look at the being, and he said that the
creature had an oddity in his upper lip and a very concerned
expression on its face as it watched the men in the car.
The occupants of that vehicle began to fear for their safety
and fled the scene at once. They had to back their car about
100 feet down the road, all the while watching for and half
expecting the animal to come after them, until they came to a
spot where they could turn the car around and get out of there.
Okie remembers that while the Bigfoot stood observing them,
the coat of the animal appeared to have been bleached by the
sunlight while still having a reddish tint to it.
Nothing more of the event took place except for the behaviour
of Okie's good friend James, who, undoubtedly shaken by the
encounter, quit coming around and refused to talk about it to
Okie or anyone else for that matter.
Okie no longer hears from his one time best friend.
All was quiet until Bow season 8 or 9 years later when Oki
experienced another Bigfoot creature.
Although not as big as the earlier red one, this animal was
still 7 1/2 to 8 feet tall and much, much closer.
This is what I would describe as not a sighting or encounter, but
a full blown confrontation. Although the first incident was
frightening for Oki, it pales in comparison to his second
experience. The next encounter happened in
October of 2011 or 12 in the woods behind Okie's home in
Centreville, Ohio. His friend Dwayne had never
killed a buck with a bow and arrow.
Therefore, Okie was letting him hunt behind his home because he
had been watching a couple of bucks on the property and knew
their habits, including where they fed and bedded down.
Sure enough, with Okie's tutelage, Dwayne was successful
in killing an 8 point buck. The two friends gutted the deer
and took turns dragging the buck back towards the house, which
was a good mile and a half away. When they finally got to a point
where Dewayne's 4 wheel drive truck could be driven back in
across a field to access the deer, the two men left the buck
there behind a large pile of brush.
They tried to conceal it so the coyotes wouldn't find it until
they could walk the rest of the way back to Okie's house and
retrieve Dewayne's truck. When they finally made it there,
his wife informed him that Dwayne had received an emergency
phone call at their home about his father being in an accident.
He had been taken to the hospital and Dwayne was to go
there ASAP. Okey assured his friend that he
would go himself to bring in the buck and told Dwayne to go to
the hospital. Now Okey was left with the task
of going back to where they had left the deer and dragging it
all the way back to the house. He only had his car and it
wasn't suitable for driving back across the muddy field.
He didn't leave the house right away.
Instead he got something to eat and rested up a bit before going
to retrieve Buddy's buck. When he finally made his way
back across the open field heading toward the big brush
pile, it was after midnight. He carried no light as there was
enough moonlight to see out in the open field.
He had no weapon of any kind either so there was nothing to
hamper him as he would have his hands full dragging the deer
out. He could now make out the large
brush pile up ahead in the moonlight and as he neared his
target he began to hear noises coming from behind it.
Thinking that a coyote had found the buck and was eating it, Okie
hurried around the obstacle only to walk up on a Bigfoot down on
one knee inspecting the deer carcass.
It had one hand wrapped around one of the deer's back legs and
was lifting it off the ground and looking up inside the now
empty chest cavity. As startling as the encounter
was to Okie, the Bigfoot was also alarmed as it suddenly
stood up on its hind legs and confronted the man who at this
point was a mere 3 feet away. The top of Okie's 5 foot 10 inch
frame came right about to the navel of the hairy beast that
towered over him. The creature swung its empty
hand, striking the brush pile next to it with a loud crash.
Then it stomped its foot on the ground, getting no response from
Okie, who was frozen to the spot and couldn't move.
The beast next resorted to unleashing a barrage of inhuman,
guttural grunts toward the captive audience in front of it.
Okie could see the eyes of the creature in the moonlight and
could tell that it was losing its patience because he had not
fled immediately and left the deer for it.
Unable to move his feet because of fright, the only thing he
could think to do was grunt loudly back at the beast.
So that's exactly what he did. Upon hearing what this puny,
hairless human did, the Bigfoot acted as if it was shocked and
couldn't believe what had happened.
It turned its head somewhat to the side, dropped the deer, and
started walking away. Oaky could hear it grunting and
snarling when it entered the wooded area.
It commenced to throwing a tantrum, smashing, twisting and
breaking trees like some spoiled prima donner Major League
Baseball player who had got ejected from the ball game and
then went on a rampage throwing bats, batting helmets and
anything else that wasn't nailed down onto the field.
By this time, Okie had fallen to his knees on the ground and was
thanking God, overcome with emotion.
After the Bigfoot had moved on, it was quiet again.
The shakes and adrenaline had left and Okie was well enough to
get back on his feet. He fulfilled his obligation and
grabbed the deer, dragging it the rest of the way back to the
house. The seriousness of the situation
didn't really hit Okie until sometime later when he began to
relive the incident over again in his head.
He started having nightmares about it.
It was a truly near death situation.
The Bigfoot could have easily killed Okie if it had wanted to.
Something kept it from escalating the situation and
forced it to stand down and leave the area.
Surprisingly, Okie still goes hunting even in the same spot.
Although he is in the house before dark, his nightmares have
stopped and he can now talk about the encounter.
Guernsey County. Adams Township.
Thursday night was Christie's uncle's bowling night.
Someone had told him that they wanted to buy some of his
firewood, so after he got home from the bowling alley, he went
out back behind his trailer to check on his wood supply.
What he saw surprised and confused him, to say the least.
Dozens and dozens of barefoot tracks all over his yard.
Who in the hell, he thought to himself, was tramping all over
my place in their bare feet in the ice and snow of January.
January 10th to be exact. The event was quickly put on a
social media site and Christy and a friend of her uncle,
Charles Bell, went to the scene and took several excellent
pictures. They followed the tracks from
where they entered the yard, which would have been the Route
209 and Route 658 junction. The creature left a trail of 12
to 13 inch tracks all over his backyard, even going down into
the icy cold Creek at least twice and then exiting again.
Once. It even left a handprint on the
Creek bank when it climbed out. It appears to have been possibly
chasing after deer which come into the yard nightly to feed on
the corn that the landowner puts down for them.
The distance between the straight line of footprints
increased to over 3 feet as the creature speed up in his attempt
to run one of the deer down. We surmised numerous deer tracks
were also evident, at least until an unusual warm, rainy
front came through on Friday the 11th and melted and washed them
all away. As luck would have it, bad luck,
of course, I couldn't make it to the location until Saturday
because of work. I spoke at length with the
landowner, his niece Christy and Charles Bell, and we think that
a juvenile Bigfoot visited the property on the night of
Thursday, January 10th, 2012, looking for food.
It's only 5 miles or so from this location to the Ringer Farm
that I wrote about in my first book, Standing in the Shadows,
Bigfoot Stories from Southeastern Ohio.
They had never had any kind of Bigfoot activity at this address
before that night. It didn't appear that the
creature was successful in its attempt to kill a deer, at least
in this spot that night, as Charles told me that they
followed the tracks to where it went and it was noted that it
left the way it came. Chuck's Story I met Chuck's
Story about 10 years ago at a Bigfoot conference and made
friends with him and his bigfooting partner, Linda
Weigel. Chuck and I have shared many
trips into the woods together in search of evidence of our mutual
interest. He's a quiet man, but if you get
him to open up and tell you some Bigfoot stories, you'll
understand how much he has learned in over 35 years of
pursuing the secretive creatures.
One of my favorite stories that Chuck related to me involved
none other than John Green Chuck and three others from Ohio
travelled to John's British Columbia home and stayed with
John and his wife. In 1998, Chuck had apparently
asked John what event or events he had witnessed or heard about
that convinced him that sasquatches are real.
John related the Ruby Creek Sasquatch story from September
of 1941, when a Sasquatch came down the mountain and into the
yard of a terrified Jeannie Chapman and her three young
children. They abandoned their home and
ran from their property to the town of Ruby Creek where Mr.
Chapman was working. Mr. Chapman and some other men
returned to his home to find 16 to 17 inch tracks all over his
yard and potato patch. A heavy barrel of salted fish
had been dumped out. When they checked the tracks
that went through the potato patch, they dug up the ground
around some of the tracks and were astonished to find that the
massive weight from the creature walking above ground had crushed
potatoes underneath. The men were convinced that
something extremely heavy had walked through causing this to
happen. They followed the set of tracks
that the creature had left for a long way until they came to a
very steep Cliff and it became evident that the creature had
climbed down the steep incline, something that would have been
humanly impossible for man to do.
After learning of this, John became a Bigfoot believer.
Another story that Chuck told involved a sighting from Ohio
that he and Linda Weigel had investigated.
They were notified by a man from Canton who had a sighting of two
Bigfoots while fishing at the spillway of Wills Creek Dam in
Coshocton County. This location holds a special
interest to me because I have personally fished there myself
and you may recall also that this was the site of one of the
murders committed by Thomas Lee Dillon in March of 1992.
Claude Hawkins of Mansfield was the 4th of five murders
committed by Dillon as he fished along the spillway of the
Coshocton County location. Dylan was later apprehended,
tried and convicted and died in custody of October 2011 while
serving five life terms in prison.
Chuck and Linda received a call from the man from Canton who
reported to them that he had been fishing alone after dark
along the bank at the spillway. He was playing music on a
portable radio that he had taken with him and sat on the ground.
He became aware of some other loud sounds that he could hear
over his radio so he shut it off and listened.
He heard screaming and screeching and saw that the
sounds were coming from 2 dark hair covered ape like creatures
that were standing above him on the top of the dam under a
light. Their behaviour was anything but
Bigfoot like as the pair screamed and screeched and even
jumped and waved their arms at the frightened fisherman.
The man was so unnerved at seeing the two 8 to 9 foot
creatures that he didn't even wind in his lure or fishing
line. He just grabbed up his radio and
equipment and ran for his car parked in the parking lot, threw
open the door, tossed in his gear, jumped in and took off.
He was so shaken up with the ordeal he wouldn't even return
at a later date to meet with Chuck and Linda, preferring to
only do a telephone interview and vowing to never return to
that spot. Chuck thinks that the behaviour
of the squatches indicated that they were trying to get the
man's attention so that he would be frightened off and they could
go through the trash barrels in the parking lot where the man's
car was parked. There was also a trash can on
top of the dam where the two squatches were seen under the
light. Chuck thinks that the two
Sasquatches probably would check through these trash barrels on a
regular basis for anything edible left behind by fishermen
and hikers. Athens County, Ohio These are a
couple of events that happened in the Doanville area of Athens
County. Part of the Wayne National
Forest, an area known as Utah Ridge, lies midway between
Nelsonville and Chauncey, Ohio. Jerry and two friends were Coon
hunting one night there and the hounds started behaving badly.
They were acting really nervous and not wanting to proceed any
further into the woods, Jerry recalled.
There was a large clear cut in front of us and we heard heavy
breathing from it. The dogs started crying and
lying on their bellies and even urinated themselves.
They had never been afraid of anything before so we couldn't
understand what made them act this way.
We walked up closer to the brush and the breathing sound was
about at my height, 6 feet, and as we came closer it went up to
about another 3 feet. That's when we decided to scram.
Whatever it was, it followed us all the way back to the road.
It would not get close enough for us to look at it.
Another event that took place close by at an earlier time in
Jerry's life was reported by him.
A bunch of us guys were camping along the power lines that run
from Doanville and Utah Ridge. We were just hanging around the
campfire and we started to hear stuff being tossed at us.
Next we started hearing something breaking limbs and
branches in the woods. All we had were little
flashlights that wouldn't penetrate into the darkness.
The noises started to get louder and whatever it was, it started
really busting its way through the brush towards our camp.
Then it would stop. It did that for a long time.
Some of the younger guys were getting really scared the thing
would charge at us and then stop.
We decided it was best to leave. The thing false charged us all
the way out of the woods. Knox County, Ohio, Jerry Klein
was going through a period of bad luck.
The 44 year old single diesel tractor trailer mechanic had
just recently had back surgery, lost his job and his mother had
passed away. He was living in a camping
trailer at the Norris Claim on the Kokosing River near Mount
Vernon, OH. Jerry had been a member of the
Ohio State Prospectors Association for around six years
and John Norris, who owned the property, gave Jerry some odd
jobs on the site, mechanic work and anything else that came up
and let Jerry live in his camper until he got his life back on
track. Sometimes there were others on
the grounds with Jerry, all members of the OSPA, all looking
for the same thing. Gold.
Well, flower gold they call it. Very fine in size, but gold
nonetheless. Day after day Jerry could find
either on his claim or at one of the others scattered across the
state running his high banker machine looking for his precious
mineral. After the sun went down, it was
time to relax by the campfire, enjoy the company of the other
prospectors, drink a cold beer or two, and reflect on the day's
events. Sometimes Jerry had others to
enjoy his evenings with, and other times he was alone.
All alone. Even his beloved pet Beagle Tug,
that he had had for 15 years had passed on earlier in the summer,
leaving Jerry sometimes completely alone.
It was one of these nights when Jerry was all by himself along
the banks of the Cocosing River, when his life would be forever
changed. It happened like this.
Jerry had hauled a trailer full of old wood scraps that a couple
had given him. He had worked for them that day,
helping them pack all their belongings for a trip to New
Mexico so they could get a fresh start.
Jerry ended up back at his campsite and was burning the old
scraps of wood in his fire pit. It was 1:00 AM and he had a
roaring fire going and had just cracked open a Bush light.
He was adding another board to the fire when he heard a big
tree crack from the other side of the river.
Then he heard a splash as something entered the water.
Grabbing his light, one of those really bright ones that have a 6
Volt battery, Jerry shined the beam toward the bank on the
other side, expecting to see a deer, maybe a monster buck with
a big rack instead of venison. He saw a leviathan.
A huge dark creature with marble sized red eyes was standing in
the middle of the river, stopped in mid stride by the intrusive
beam of Jerry's light. The four foot wide giant looked
Jerry in the eyes and greeted him with a resounding scream.
In the split second before Jerry ran, he saw its teeth, which he
said were like humans, only bigger.
He saw that its arms were longer than a man's arms.
He had seen all that he wanted to.
Moving faster than a fat man headed for the buffet, Jerry
sprinted across the campsite to the camper that he called home.
Jerking open the door and jumping inside, he cracked his
head on the doorway and opened a gash on the side of his head.
He slammed the flimsy door shut and locked it and closed the
window blinds. He loaded up his shotgun with
deer slugs and hunkered down inside, fully expecting the
creature to overturn the camper with Jerry inside sometime
during the night. The combination of the late
hour, fatigue and alcohol were too much for Jerry and he fell
asleep. The next morning he awoke to
find himself laying on a shotgun, a huge knot on the side
of his head and blood caked on his face and pillow.
The camper was still upright. That was a relief.
He peeked through the windows after slowly raising the blinds.
The sun was shining, but other than that he couldn't see
anything else. He slowly opened the door and
thrust the gun out first and looked all around before he left
the camper. Nothing, it was gone.
His fire was just a few smouldering coals and his chair
was still there, but his beer with only one sip taken from it
was missing. Also, Jerry discovered that his
empty milk jugs that he used to haul drinking water in had been
sitting on his picnic table. Now they were lying on their
sides on the ground with the openings all pointed toward each
other in some sort of arrangement.
Sitting by a crackling campfire would never be quite the same
again for Jerry from that fateful night on Knox County,
Ohio. Carmen Friday and Ron Steiger
had also had Bigfoot activity take place while camping by the
Kokosing River where they prospected in Knox County.
Carmen told me that Jerry Klein would do Bigfoot calls into the
woods while camping by the river.
Often he would get a return call back from across the river.
Sometimes she would hear wood knocks coming from the dark
woods. The sasquatches could sometimes
be heard late at night pounding on an old stove that someone had
dumped out into the woods on the other side of the river.
She said that after Jerry got spooked and cleared out, taking
his camper with him, she and Ron moved their camper to where
Jerry had parked his. That spring.
She documented the activities for four nights in a row.
In September of 2013, they were the only ones parked by the
river. There were two other campers
down there, but they were parked together by the hiking trail.
The trail is at least 50 yards away from the river.
On September 24th, they heard the wood knocks.
The next night they heard rocks being thrown and landing in the
river and close to their camper. They also hear crunching gravel
as something bipedal walked on the gravel Rd. outside their
camper. Don't forget they are locked in
an area that prevents anyone else from trespassing on the
property. On the 26th, around 2:00 AM,
something slammed the side of the camper so hard they thought
that it would make a hole in it. The couple laid there in the
darkness, afraid to move, and listened as something walked
around outside making shuffling sounds.
When morning finally came, Ron and Carmen discovered a very
large handprint that was found on the side of the trailer where
something had slapped it the night before.
They moved their trailer over to the area by the hiking trail
where the other two campers had been earlier.
Nothing happened that night while they were parked there.
Apparently the Sasquatchets don't like it when someone parks
next to the river where Jerry had his sighting in 2013.
The parking spot is open if anyone wants it for the next
year because Carmen said they don't plan on camping at that
spot either, just like Jerry. Carmen reported to me that she
had experienced an earlier Bigfoot encounter around Labour
Day of 2006. It took place at Seneca Lake in
Guernsey County. She was employed at the park and
worked in the campground down by the beach.
She collected money for the camping spots.
It was towards the end of the season, just after Labour Day.
She phoned the park Ranger to come over to where she was so he
could watch the store for a few minutes so that she could use
the restroom. She had been hearing some kind
of animal noises coming from the woods for quite some time that
evening. She didn't have a clue as to
what it was, only to say that there seemed to be two different
groups of these animals and they were chattering back and forth
as if calling to one another. When she returned from the
restroom, she was alarmed to discover that the Ranger had
been mimicking the unseen creatures and now they seem to
be all in one spot, right inside the tree line across from the
campground. What kind of animal is that?
She asked the Ranger. He answered.
I have no idea. I have never heard anything like
that before in my life. Why did you call them in?
She asked him. I'm not staying here alone.
She told him and made him wait while she closed up the
campground office and left early, following him out a long
lonely driveway. Portage County, Ohio 11 year old
John was a busy guy. He was building a Fort in the
woods on the five acres his family owned at their Portage
County, Ohio home. As John laboured alone in the
woods that Sunday in June 1972, he couldn't shake the feeling
that someone was watching him. As he stuck his head out of the
plywood covered hole that he called his Fort, he saw no more
than 15 feet away the reason for his uneasy feeling.
John crawled the rest of the way out of the borough he had made
into the bank and stared back at the strange beast that was
staring at him, 8 feet tall, 4 feet wide, brown eyes and its
fur or hair was brown with white on its face that went down to
its chest and formed into a patch of white.
He said that it was beautiful, he wasn't afraid of it.
It stood and stared back at the boy for a full 10 minutes
without blinking. He said that it appeared very
clean with no odour, not dirty unkempt appearance at all.
It looked as if it just came from a salon or something.
He guessed that it would have weighed £400 or more.
Finally, after all those minutes of a staredown, John began to
doubt that what he was seeing was real and decided to get
closer to get a better look. As soon as he took a step toward
the creature, it started to sway from left to right and then
snarled at him. John instantly became afraid of
the hulking giant and ran for his home as fast as a scared 11
year old could. Flying into the house, John ran
right into his father with a pounding heart and gasping for
breath and he told his dad of the giant in the woods right
next to the house and how he had narrowly escaped certain death
from its grasp and his dad needed to get out there right
now and look at it. What John got was instead go
play in your room and stay out of the woods then.
And that was it, a total blow off.
John dejectedly obeyed his father and went to his room and
looked out the window that faced the woods where his Fort was.
He said that through the foliage in the little woods he could see
something dark brown that he thinks was the creature but
didn't go back. In fact, it was a full week
before he went into the woods to retrieve the tools that he was
using to build his Fort. That was the only incident that
John, who has since moved to another state, had with the
creature except for the very next day after his sighting as
he and an unnamed neighbor boy stood in the early morning
twilight waiting for the school bus.
John had been telling the other boy about what he had seen in
the woods beside his house the day before.
The other boy didn't seem to believe John and was telling him
that he was just making up a story.
As the pair stared into the dark St. for their big yellow ride to
appear, they both were alarmed to hear a loud eerie moan that
turned into a piercing scream come from somewhere out in the
direction of the woods behind John's house.
What in the hell was that? Asked the other boy as he inched
closer to John. John just smiled and said.
See, I told you it was true. Thanks for.
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