Some pretty freaky stories on Guardian Tales.

I remember a story I read somewhere, maybe BFRO, but I can't find it again.
It went something like this and happened maybe around the early 1900's?
Two trappers went into the mountains (don't remember where) and set up a camp. They were both
experienced trappers and woodsmen. There were a couple of fallen logs and they built the fire between these to sit on them. Nothing happened
the first night but one remembered feeling uneasy, like they were being watched.
They went out on two different routes to set traps and agreed to meet back in the afternoon at a certain
time at camp. They brushed off the uneasy feelings as just maybe a predator of some kind being around,
though they had seen no signs of bear or mountain lions. Later in the day, one came back to camp and thought as he approached that he was the first to come back. When he walked into camp it was destroyed! The tent or whatever they were using was torn up, supplies were strewn around and then he saw the body! His friend was lying with his legs across one of the logs, his feet pointed toward his approaching friend. When the man moved closer, he saw that his friend's head was crushed! Blood was all over. The man still alive was terrified. He looked around and didn't see anything but got the distinct feeling he was being watched. A strange odor was in the air. The man gathered what he could and got out right then! I don't think he ever went back.

Hope I didn't butcher it too bad, but its been a few years since I read that and it may not be true anyway.
Great thread! :new_thumbsupsmileyanim:

I can't remeber if I have posted this thread or not. If I did I think I would have picked the Baumman story first...But, upon further review, and if no one else has volunteered this event, I would like to nominate the Chetco River incident has a fairly unnerving tale of an encounter...

Jon

Just had a quick comment on Bobber's story that will add a little validity it's about my dog she lives in our garage and periodically she gets lonely she knows how the door knob works I have heard knows coming from out there go over and look through and she will have her either nose on knob or it in her mouth and be trying to turn it she can't get it open but the fact that she figured out how it works does make you think bigfoot could too.

A friend at work recalled this story to me a couple of years ago.Approx. 15 years ago he had a scary encounter in the woods behind his house.It seems he was going deer hunting with his bow,he had his wife with him helping him carry some of his gear to his stand (Bless her).It was well before daylight and they were both carrying flashlights.Just as he got to the top of his stand and was hoisting his bow up,the woods around him exploded in a loud scream that terrifed them both.He said it sounded like a woman was being murdered.She,on the ground,he,in the stand.His poor wife whispered to him "Paul....what was that?". At first he didn't answer.She repeated it again,he said he was really at a loss for words.Then he finally said.."June...i..don't know what that was...".She was carrying a .22 pistol that she was to keep with her on the walk back to the house,about 300 yards away.He was so concerned for her safety he climbed down from the stand and they both walked back to the house together.She NEVER went into those woods again. This was in Illinois.between Bunker Hill and Brighton,on Fosterburg road if i'm not mistaken. They did not see or smell anything.Not the most scary,but,then again..i wasn't there!

About a year ago I met a girl from Willow Creek on Yahoo chat. The girl was quite a hunter, with several bears and mountain lions to her list. And her profile photo was of her firing a Barrett .50 cal. So of course, I asked her about The Big Guy. And she related this story.
She was out hunting one day, without seeing a person. After a while she felt the need of a call of nature. So she leaned her rifle against a tree and hung her coat on a stub branch. And set out to find a log to sit on. When she finished, she came back to find her rifle missing. And the coat on the ground. Needless to say, she got out of the woods as fast as she could.
She said she never heard a thing. And was moving around in random pattern. So she thought that if it was human, she would have seen or heard some kind of sign. Maybe not a bigfoot, but try to convince her of that.

Oh great, now there's a BF out there and he's packing heat!

It's gonna start hunting us with our own guns soon!!

Hopefully it was only a single shot rifle. Now if we hear of the big guy looting sporting goods and gun stores, we are all in trouble... :eek3dance:

No we know were in real trouble when a six pack, a banjo and some skool goes missing then were in real trouble think Deliverance only instead hillbillies we have the big guy. :new_whistle:

I don't think Ned Beatty could handle that..

Forget Beatty, Arnold would probably be in over his head. Remember it's all fun and games until Bigfoot is trying to make you squeal like a pig.

The Siege at Honiuba one was like a great scary story when I frist read the report at the BFRO.

Very good! I am from this area and I inquired about the outcome of this case a couple of weeks back. The guy finally emitted it was a hoax. It made me very mad that someone from my area would do that, because....

I think northren MO probably needs focused on more than it is. Their are huge populations of deer up their. During deer season when they are really moving, if you drive I-44 you will see a dead deer practically every mile.

I make NO accusation against you, but was his confession made in a public forum (newspaper, etc)? If so, could you post a link to the relevant article?

I wouldn't rule out Southern Missouri, either. There's been activity in the Greene County area within the last 2-3 years that I KNOW about (some of it I was mixed up in), and I'm certain there's more going on than I know about. The subject isn't one that is publicly discussed as a rule except among close associates, and sometimes even not then.

I have a question for Mulder. Could you elaberate on the Greene County events? I live in that area and the only recent report I remember was in the Highway ZZ area, was that what you were referring to? I've been following the activities around Barry Co somewhat, including the alledged hoaxed sightings. Others I've spoken to, who know the witness, are questioning whether he truly did misrepresent things or if it was some type of conflict within the reporting venue that eventually led to the dismissal of those reports. I personally had found a possible track in Stone Co about a year ago and I heard unidentifiable vocalizations in that same area too. The most recent sightings in MO that I have been aware of are currently coming out of the SE counties.

I'd be glad to elaborate, but it may take a few days...things are hectic here at the moment. Feel free to pester me with PMs and/or Emails till I get back to you...

http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=6486

In March of 1988, I was the Team Commander (Captain in rank) of a Special Forces "A" Team, conducting a Strategic Reconnaisance training mission in Alaska. There were 11 soldiers on the Team with a lot of Special Forces experience between them. We were wearing rucksacks and walking through the deep snow in a wooded area with cross-country skis. As we approached an area where the woods were too thick to go through on the skis, I decided to walk ahead on snow shoes with two other soldiers to check out the way ahead. After walking about 200 meters into the thicker woods, we came across a set of tracks that immediately drew our attention. The tracks were obviously of a two-legged creature walking through the woods on a course perpendicular to our own. Human tracks of any kind are extremely rare in that part of Alaska but these were particulary unique due to the length of the stride and the fact that there was no crushed snow on either the entry or the exit side of the holes.

We stopped to investigate. When each of us took off our snow shoes we sank into the snow to a depth of about 2 feet (above the knee). When we attempted to take a step in the deep snow, we left an area of crushed snow on the entry side of the hole and then crushed the snow again upon taking our foot out of the hole to take the next step. Our feet made a drag mark in the snow as well no matter how hard we tried to extract the foot without touching the surrounding snow. The best any of us could do was a stride between steps of about 1 1/2 feet. The tracks we were looking at had a stride of over 5 feet between steps and left the snow on both entry and exit from the hole totally untouched. After discussing the rational possibilities for a while, I sent one of my men back to bring up the rest of the Team. Between the 11 men on that Team, we had over 150 years of combined Special Forces experience in the woods all over the planet. They also had extensive experience in the tracking of everything with either two or four legs. We all studied the tracks and tried to come up with a reasonable explanation for what we were looking at. Only one explanation seemed to fit everything we saw but it was not a reasonable explanation. Based on our group experience in tracking humans, we made an approximate determination as to the height and weight of the person who had made the tracks based on the stride and depth of indentation in the snow. THe group consensus was a two-legged person about around 9 ft tall and weighing approximately 500 to 600 pounds. That was our best educated guess.

I then made a decision to set the training mission aside for a while and to follow the tracks through the woods. Wearing snow shoes, we followed those tracks for about an hour before we heard it. From somewhere ahead of us (and quite a distance from what we could tell) we heard the most horrific sound any of us has ever heard. Every other sound in the woods went instantly silent and we could almost hear our hearts beating. The only other time any of us has heard that kind of silence in the woods or jungle was in the last seconds before initiating an ambush. It is as though every creature and insect in the woods knows that something is about to die and they go silent out of fear or self-preservation. After hearing the sound (it was a cross between a howl and a roar), my Team Sergeant (the most senior and experienced member of my Team) stopped me and said, "Sir, speaking for both myself and the rest of the Team, we really do not want to know what is at the end of these tracks (expletives deleted)". This was surprising to me in that, through all of their years in Special Forces, these men had never expressed a fear of anything on two or four legs. I understood their consternation and agreed to resume the original mission. There was also a general consensus not to discuss the incident with anyone upon our return. Mind you that we were on a training misson and did not have live ammunition so any eventual confrontation with whoever or whatever made those tracks would not have been without a great deal of danger. Our curiosity to know what it was that made the tracks was overcome by the reality that we would be no match for it and, more importantly, that we really did not want to know what was at the end of those tracks. Tracks in the snow are much easier to deny and ignore than actually seeing what made them. My soldiers, and I, were afraid of what we heard and saw and the soldiers just didn't want to know.

The tracks stayed on the military crest of ridgelines and in low areas as much as possible. The only times the tracks crossed a ridgeline was in a saddle where it would not be seen. The thing which struck us all as odd was that, while the tracks depicted someone far too large to be human, whatever was making the tracks was moving through the woods exactly as one of us would have if we were conducting an escape and evasion. Whatever it was knew the land (as it maneuvered to bypass clearings well before they came into view) and was making a concentrated effort to remain unseen. I still think that the sound we heard was intended to warn us to back off and not follow.

I have thought back on that incident hundreds of times and wondered how it would have turned out if we had proceeded to follow the tracks. There are pros and cons to both sides of the issue. As for me, there are just some things that cannot be denied. Since then, I have had a VERY healthy respect for Sasquatch.

This one has always held a high fascination factor for me as well. I can only wonder what the outcome might have been if they had carried live ammo that day. Would they have choose the same course of action or would they have tracked the footprints and sound?

Oh, that would have been great but it seems to me that when or if the first body is obtained - the owner should take out a $100K business loan, put the dead corpse on ice and wait a while before going public or looking for a buyer.

If there was live ammo --- the military/Gov't would have had priority or property rights.

A friend of mine always said, there'd be much less hunters out there if deer could shoot back.

Sorry fellows ,but this story is nothing but a really bad piece of fiction. The US Army is not going to send an
A-team into the wilds of Alaska with no ammunition and run the chance that soldiers ,that took somewhere in the neighborhood of about $2,000,000 a piece to train are gonna end up as bear food. Also the line about the whole forest knew that something was about to die and went all quite is poetic crap. Thirdly if my top
sargent suddendly started pissing in his pants over an unknown animal sound he would not be my top sargent for long. Though A-teams are known to be a little more democratic in their leadership than the rest of the Army,they highly respect each others professionalism, I still find that sargents comment ,at that time,
highly unlikely. It seems to me that someone has combined their love of Tom Clancy and Bigfoot.This story is :bsflag:


Edited to add this is JMHO.

But a very interesting really bad piece of fiction... :new_lmaosmiley:


Would if any of the former BFRO'ers can weigh in on this one?

Well it doesn't say whether or not the men had flash bangs for the bear or how about simply Bear spray. Also, I've been on weekend warrior outings with Marines, i.e. 10 mile humps for kicks with heavy 90lb. packs, and we took many precautions... I would imagine they would do the same. (Btw, I'm not a Marine)

Why take live amor and risk an accidental killing. I know you highly rate the skills of soldiers but they are prone to mistakes like everyone else.

I've traversed mountain faces and walked ranges with plenty of snow... It take forever to do this.

I'd be slower at these activities if I had live Ammo.

BS, unverifiable.

Harlequin Romance books has built a million dollar industry out of really bad but interesting fiction, but that don't make the bodice ripper stories true.
This story is no longer IMHO bullshit ,it is bullshit. I did not read the original Barfro report until just now and if had I read it earlier I would have known this report was crap .To start with it has the "A-Team" flying out of Wainwright Air Force Base, Ft Wainwright is an Army post and has been so since 1960. Secondly the report has them flying in a south easterly direction. This is near about as opposite as you can go to get to where they said they had their encounter.Any of the locations mentioned in the original report are north and west of Fairbanks, which is where Ft Wainwright is. This and everything I mentioned in the previous posting makes this story bullshit. :bsflag:

Okay, so you win. :new_thumbsupsmileyanim:

However, if I were there I'd be frightened.

I could have done without reading this :new_weirdsmiley: seeing as I live in Branson,Missouri which is about 20 minutes from Forsyth!

The most frightening one I have read is a story recounted in a book called Where Bigfoot Walks : Crossing the Dark Divide. Details a native American who while out hunting black bears shoots a female bigfoot dead by accident and is then chased by two male bigfoot. Very frightening camp fire tale!

Sounds like he got a decent look to me, especially through the TV screen! I call BS on this story...I think there are two different versions of it in this thread.

Go Here:

http://www.guardiantales.freewebspace.com/JAN-Beast.html

and here:

http://www.guardiantales.freewebspace.com/...omTheWoods.html

and hold on to your chair.......

Not sure if either of these qualify as Bigfoot stories. But then I am not sure what they qualify as... :new_lmaosmiley: There was some discussion on another thread about these. I think that the thing that casts doubt on the 1st story is that as far as we can tell, this never appeared in the media. Something like this would be all over the papers, even without the "werewolf" aspect. If this was hushed up, I would have expected relatives to make a lot of noise about it. Just not sure what to make of these two. The story about the gas station is, in my opinion, much more believeable.

Of course there's always the "Chetco Indidan Devil" incident, Ape Canyon, and the Baumann story...

After reading the updates to those stories, its highly feasible as to their probability. If in fact there was an "attack" this seems what the government would do, especially in a heavily trafficked tourist campsite, If it got out that there was an attack, it certainly would have destroyed that particular location for tourism. and trying to explain those shelters in the area, seems they really could of put a team of shooters in there. Too bad will never know unless someone fesses up to the event.



* note* this is the same type of animal reported in Delevan, WI . A photo drawing and reports can be found in the book "the W files"
which gives all wierd things reported in the state of Wisconsin

Back in what was probably 1985 or '86, several friends and I were taking a night hike in a popular park Northeast of Tucson, Arizona, USA, called Sabino Canyon.

Near the mouth of the canyon is a modest dam (about 15' high) built in the 1930s. The dam makes a pond surrounded by trees and brush with picnic areas and large rocks by the stream below it. We were scattered by the stream under the dam enjoying the night and someone called our attention to the wooded area across the stream at the top of the dam. Two red lights about the size and spacing of eyes seemed to be watching us from a dark, wooded area.

We at first thought one of our party had climbed up and was spooking us with two lit cigarettes, but all were accounted for and the eyes looked too oval for that. Then we thought another hiker was pulling a prank on us. Someone had the bright idea to shout that we had a gun and would shoot, and if it was a trick, it wasn't worth their life, but the "eyes" kept on shining. At one point the red lights "glanced" to one side, giving me the impression that they were indeed attached to a living face of some sort. We observed that we were in a valley on a moonless night, and the indirect illumination from the city a few miles distant and the stars wasn't intense enough to cause the two bright, red lights by reflection. An adventurous member of our group started to climb toward the "eyes."

He stopped at the top of the dam, about 20 feet from the red "eyes" and scrambled back down. He seemed quite shaken and insisted we all leave immediately. As we were all spooked now, we jogged the half-mile back to the parking lot and our cars. On the way back to town, I asked the dam-climber what had scared him so badly. He said he hadn't seen much more than we had, though "it" seemed to have a definite "body" and the lights seemed more "eye-like," but there had been a feeling of panic that grew the nearer he got to the "thing."

I have no idea what we saw that night, but can be as positive as possible that those eye-shaped lights were not a reflection from an animal's eyes, as we were all familiar with that effect from coyotes and mountain lions and the like. A few days later I went back to investigate in daylight and found the area where the red lights were was difficult, though admittedly not impossible, to access. It would have been wet and uncomfortable for any prankster, though. The whole episode lasted perhaps ten to fifteen minutes, but remains quite vivid to this day.

These stories are awesome! Looking forward to reading more of these.

I read a report on one of the bigfoot sites, from a girl who claimed she was at summer camp (girl scout or 4-H, or something like that) in Oklahoma.....she said one night, a bigfoot opened the door to her cabin (which had a bunch of girls in it), walked over to her, and touched her face. Now THAT would be scary. :icon_stressed:

If I can find that report, I'll post it or link to it on this thread.




Here's a pretty interesting one...especially if you are a woman...

http://www.gcbro.com/OKblaine0002.html



I found the one about the girl at camp:

http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=2789

Hey Bobber, about your post on the red eyes on top of the dam. Did you post that encounter to Fortean Times? I read it in the "It Happened to Me" section several years ago.

If I were a woman, I am not sure I would call this one interesting. :new_whistle:

Just another reason for the ladies to be packin'...


There was a similar story on the GCBRO about an encounter in WA. The teenage girl attracted "too much" interest from an adolescent BF...

I recall reading of someone encountering a 15 foot tall Bigfoot outside of their home

Then their was the woman who looked out her kitchen window, at her kids playing in the front yard and saw a Bigfoot walking down the hill towards their house.

I'm not sure if this counts but when I was a little kid maybe 3 or 4 I remember seeing a commercial for a T.V.
show or movie called "Mysterious Monsters". A woman (all alone of course) was watching T.V. On her couch. There was a large window directly behind her with no curtains (I think). You couldn't see anything outside as it was pitch black, but a large hairy arm crashed through her window. That was all I needed to see and I ran for saftey under my bed.

Other scary Bigfoot stuff:
The Ostman story
The miners who were attacked by boulder throwing sasquatches after shooting/wounding one
Bigfoot for "The Six Million Dollar Man"

Jonny Quest episode "Monsters in the Monestary" in wich a group of criminals terrorising a Tibetian village dressed as Yetis get taken out by a real one.

I know the last 2 were lame, but it scared me as a kid.

Even though I beat him for the NWA titile years ago, looking at Andre' The Giant dressed up as B/F still scares the crap outa me! He may be profilin' but he sure ain't stylin'. :new_weirdsmiley:

That last one sounds like the Chapman/Ruby Creek incident.

Just about ANY encounter where the BF is seen in steady APPROACH to the witness(es) (esp under circumstances where it SHOULD have been aware of them) gives me the jeebies...such a deliberate approach speaks to me of questionable intent...

Wow... Sasquatch Interruptus...I guess thats whatcha get for cheatin' huh? When I was little I remember having a book about monsters that had a chapter about Momo. He's one mean ol' cuss! I do understand that for the most part sasquatches would rather get away from you than harm you but this thread is a guilty pleasure. It's these kind of stories that got me interested in Bigfoot. BTW does anyone have the link for "here chicky chicky"?
That one sounds real scary.

LOL, was that 1st line meant for the Natureboy? Like I always say, if ya ain't cheatin', you ain't playin'!! And to BE THE MAN you got to BEAT THE MAN. And I BEAT THE MAN. . .WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
:kickass: :allhail:

Edited to say: Damn I'm pretty

Can anyone tell me what this "here chicky chicky" is about?

Here chicky, chicky, chicky

and


Zoobies



Hope that helps.

Mountainlady: Thank you!!! :new_thumbsupsmileyanim: I have to say that a Sasquatch (possibly) saying "here chicky chicky" is just 54 shades of wrong! :willy_nilly: :help:

[/b]Natureboy:[/b] You are a trip my friend :biggrin: Keep stylin' n' profilin'! :bowing:

Sometimes just an unknown human approaching you can give you the jeebies in the right time and place. I used to have to walk to work as a kid at 5:30 AM. I did what I called my "defensive walk" which was - I walked down the middle of the street and stayed away from bushes and cars where someone could jump out. Had someone jumped out - I could run way to fast to be caught and being in the middle of the street already gave me a headstart. Now if we're talking BF - forget it. I can't run that fast.

I thought you were in Charlotte. What are you doing in Roanoake? Are you from there?

Yes my friend, Slic Ric is from Roanoke, VA the STAR CITY (the star being me, of course). Any relation to The MachoMan Savage?? Do you like Slim Jims? :icon14: :icon14:

Don't like Slim Jims, but I have been know to listen to John Boy & Billy on occasion.

Never heard of Macho Man Savage. My moniker comes from a gun in my gun cabinet. (Obscure old Savage pump gun)