I love to read other peoples encounters. It gives me the reassuring feeling that I'm not the only one ever to have strange things hanging around outside my house, barn, corral, woods, town etc...But I must admit, it's the really scarey ones that get my adrenaline goin'! I've read some that really had me jumpy. I like it. I like a good scare.
If this topic has already posted let me know, if not I hope some of you will ablige.
Thank you in advance, Warrior's Wife

Hi WW,

Welcome to the forums

Here's an old thread with an interesting account.

http://www.bigfootforums.com/index.php?sho...%20reports&st=0

There's also a lot of good ones on this thread:

Bigfoot Stories - some of the more interesting ones

This is a classic. It freaked me out when I first read it.

Albert Ostman Story

David

Once upon a time there were three bears... Oh ,you probably meant bigfoot related huh? Sorry !!

I still say the one Teddy Roesevelt wrote about in Wilderness Hunter was the scariest one Ive ever heard. Still gives me goose bumps every time I read it.

edited double post :doh:

The scariest one I think I have read was posted on this here forum about the Cowman of Copalis Beach.

Here's the Link:

http://www.bigfootforums.com/index.php?sho...=5530&hl=cowman




Edited for typo and added the link

I have read some of these before, and they are all pretty Freaky. Me like. Thanks folks!! and keep 'em coming! I think that Cowman one is the winner today, As a mom I had to put myself in the shoes of that family. If something like that was trying to make off with my son, That would be one sorry Sasquatch :blacknblue: They might be big, but NOBODY messes with my Baby!!
Warriors Wife

Welcome!

I would agree with Sastuolco--the TR story from "The Wilderness Hunter" is a classic (you can find it and the Ostman story on Bobbie Short's "Bigfoot Encounters" Website.

Here are two others that I find pretty scary myself:

http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=2704

http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=3582

All good stories, but the Cowman of Copalis Creek engendered a huge amount of reaction here at BFF after it was posted and IMHO is the best and most memborable. I've freaked out many a Boy Scout with that story. heh, heh, heh (Many thanks to the guy that posted it...ResplendantYeti)

I read this one here I believe....

Scared the hell outta me.

enjoy


One of my clients and pretty good friends has a customer whose father in law is alleged to have been reduced to a neurotic child by a terrifying SQ encounter. I have spoken to the son in law once, but "Pop" is extremely resistant to talk to anyone outside his family. I know who Pop is because he is very accomplished in a mechanical field that I'm very interested in, but I've never dealt with him. His overall reputation as a person is stellar on a bad day.

Pop loved to hunt. To avoid divorce, when he neared early retirement he and wife got some land in Smith County, TX so he could hunt often without all the disruption of taking expeditions all over the place. That satisfied wifey and he hoped to retire in peace.

Last November he was in his very nice north-facing custom deer stand on his land about 1,500 feet from the house when he heard steps coming from the south. Once the steps got about 50' away he barked out a trespassing warning to leave and never come back. He could not see behind him because the stand is mounted on a very large tree.

The steps stopped, then in 4 quick strides the creature appeared just to the side of the tree, slightly forward of it, and spun around and looked right at him. Pop started screaming and this upset the creature, which screamed too and approached the stand and JUMPED UP, trying to reach him or grab the bottom of the stand (15' up to bottom) and pull the whole thing down.

Once he got his wits a little assembled, he went on the defensive and leaned up to donate a .270 round to the animal, but he was so scared that he dropped his gun over the rail, which threw him into a panic. The SQ had already touched the bottom of the stand with two jumps and he felt his life was in extreme danger.

Survival mode kicked in hard and he went for the only weapon he could think of - cans of iced tea! Right as he leaned down to open the cooler and snatch a can of tea, the SQ backed up a few steps and Pop believed the SQ was about to get a running start so it could jump higher and get him out of the tree (I think it's possible that it wanted to keep Pop in sight - the front of the stand was solid and covered with brush for camo - he bent down to open the cooler and the SQ backed up to keep him in view - just a theory).

Pop sprang up and whaled a can of tea as hard as he could at the SQ and nailed it square in the upper face, which made it double over and groan loudly, hands over face. It seemed dizzy and surprised. Then Pop poured the ice and water from the cooler on it, and that wigged it out in grand fashion. Just as he followed by throwing the cooler at it (missed) too, it tore off to a nearby treeline by the creek and watched him through a crook in a tree, rocking side-to-side.

Right then Pop was just about bowled over by the realization that he had his Colt 1911 with him in his backpack. He dug the gun out of the bottom of the bag, aimed at the creature's head and fired. Nothing happened - he didn't have one up the snout. So he then racked the slide and right then the thing took off into the brush to the north and crossed the creek shortly after being out of site. He got off one shot and is certain he missed by a wide margin.

Pop waited a short while and dismounted the stand to return home. He was white as a sheet and crying when he got there, and it was the first time in 32 years his wife had seen him cry, or even noticeably scared. Since then he will not hunt, will not penetrate the treeline around the house, and will not even leave the patio after sunset.

Here's the kicker - a couple of weeks ago Pop's truck broke down on the thickly wooded private dirt road leading from the FM to the house. He was stranded in the middle of a sunny afternoon about 700 feet from the house. Instead of walking home, he shut himself in the truck and kept calling people on his cell phone until he found someone to come and get him for the 20 second car ride to the house!

His son in law received a hysterical voice mail message of Pop, sobbing, begging for him to come help, so the guy had to drive all the way from Nacadoches to give a hardened combat veteran and lifelong adventurous outdoorsman a very short ride from the front yard to the front door. And Pop had a .44 magnum Colt Python on him, which he now always has with him.

There were also some items missing from the site, but I've not gotten enough of a detailed account of that yet. It's my understanding that the rifle and can of tea are unaccounted for, but I'll clear that up on the follow up contact that is to occur Monday (I badly hope). There have been some other curious incidents, but nothing like terror in the tree stand.

Hopefully I can gain access to the land. The family is urging him to at least talk to someone who knows about these animals. If I can gain an inroad, I'll be headed out there soon, since it's very close to home.

I'm sorry but the visual of that poor man throwing cans of tea at a BF got me chuckling!

Great story!

A couple more....

rig


1.) Stalked in Dallas County... http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_article.asp?id=240


2.) http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=7427


3.) http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=546


4.) http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=3334

rig416, I've never seen this report about Pop in his tree stand. Good one.

That's the scariest one for me, too. It seems somewhat more true to me than many other reports, too.

I'll admit the possibility of being a bit biased, because Teddy Roosevelt is one of my favorite heros.

WOW!! I WON'T BE NEEDING THAT PERM NOW. THOSE LAST FEW MADE MY HAIR CURL!! LUV-N-IT!

here chicky chicky

Yep, thats a spooky one all right. It sure put a wrinkle in my nightime woods walks!

Yep
I catch myself thinking of that tale at the ranch sometimes when I am opening or closing a gate in the dark.

Hey, we could keep this thread going for quite some time with sightings we've read. I'll be back with a few links of some I've read that give me the chills. I'm just glad they're not my experiences and someone else's instead. Yikes!

Here is one to start everyone out on. It is possible you may have read it because it's a recent old report.


http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=11467


Hope my link works - I haven't done links in this way yet.

The Chetco Mining incident gets my vote. Do a search at Bobbi Short's site. I'm pretty sure it's there.

Hey, wow.

Some of these are really good. :hide:

If I may break my arm patting myself on the back, although I didn't see it, it sure was scarey:

http://www.bigfootforums.com/index.php?sho...ndpost&p=226413


Here's a question:

There seems to be a constant theme in these sightings of the BF being simply curious or territorial but not attacking.

Since I'm a newb at this, cut me some slack, but are there any accounts of actual Sasquatch attacks?

I read about them hitting cars, throwing rocks, and wrecking camps, but no convincing stories about, "It ripped my wife's arm off and beat me with it..." or "It picked up my Volkswagen and threw it at me..." kind of thing.

I guess those accounts are better known to the authorities as "missing persons". ?

I thought I would contribute to this thread, but am enjoying it very much also. Since I joined last year, I had seen the "Cowman" thread before but was too lazy to read such a long story. Now that I have I must say that it is one (if not the #1) favorite story I have heard. The treestand story is also outstanding. My only regret is that my father (and fellow squatch-aholic) passed away last fall--he would have really appreciated these!! Thanks folks.

For me ones involving approaches to children are the most frightening, even though I don't have any of my own. Just the thought of hearing a child's voice crying out through the forest as it was carried off makes my blood cold.

A few more to fan the flames...!

Keep 'em coming folks....

rig


1.) I guess the moral of this one is "don't cheat on your wife...?"

http://64.233.167.104/search?q=cache:s3gd4...n&hl=en&start=1


2.) Whitehall NY

http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=2704


3.) Interesting article on the subject of BF Aggression by John Green

http://######/bigfoot/jgreeninfo.html


Story #1

J.F. had heard these stories, but he is not the sort of man to put stock in such things, and Mr. Bigfoot was probably one of the farthest subjects from his mind that night in the wilds of Modoc County, California, when he returned alone to the borrowed cabin of a friend after a day of hunting.
It was one of these nights when you can barely see your hand in front of your face, but J.F. didn't bother to take a light as he went out a short while later to fetch something he'd left in the pickup. He groped his way through the darkness to where he'd left the vehicle parked, beyond the light from the cabin window.

His thoughts were elsewhere, and, half-consciously, he reached through the open window of his pickup for the item he knew he had left on the seat. His hand fell upon something that shouldn't have been there.

J.F. weighs 260 lbs. and is not a timid man. Unlike most persons, perhaps, who would have jerked their hand away as if from a hot stove, he was slow to alarm and, still rather distractedly, started feeling around on the object. Then he did become fully aware of the present and his blood began to turn cold. What his hand felt in the almost complete darkness was warm, it was hairy and it was alive! It was huge and it was sitting upright in the seat of the pickup no less.

That's as much as J.F. learned about the thing, for then he withdrew his hand as if it had been about to be struck by a rattlesnake. He backed away. "What the hell..." he probably said (knowing him), and he was really beginning to feel the hair crawl on his neck. He retreated to the cabin, stumbling over things in the darkness, to fetch a flashlight and find out what or who had entered and was sitting in his pickup.

Inside, he stalled long enough to take a much-needed drink. When he returned to the truck with the flashlight, there was nothing there.

J.F. admits he did not feel like remaining out there right then and looking for any further signs of his visitor. He returned to the cabin, and in the morning there were no tracks or other clues as to what he had touched. But J.F. knew about Mr. Bigfoot and there was no doubt in his mind that his hand had been upon the chest of the hairy "wild man" seen and described by so many persons.

Could it have been an animal? There are only two wild animals found in that area that are large enough to fill the bill - - bears and cougar's. J.F. is familiar enough with animals to know that what he touched did not feel like either of these. The creature did not respond to his touch - it did not move, recoil, snarl or hiss. A dog is the only other possibility.

It's more than difficult - it seems rather ridiculous to imagine any animal, wild or domestic, to have climbed or Jumped through the open window of a strange vehicle and sat upright on the seat and allowed a strange man to approach and feel of it without the least reaction. And then to have disappeared again so mysteriously.

A cougar WOULDN'T have let a man lay his hand upon him. A bear MIGHT, but not very likely, and he would have to have climbed ponderously in and out of the truck window, which would have left marks and hair. There were neither. And a bear so fearless as to ignore a "man's touch would hang around the cabin until he'd thoroughly explored it for food and left many signs. There were no signs of bear.

As for it having been a dog - have you ever touched a strange dog without it either growling and pulling away from you or else responding in a friendly manner? Besides, J.F. also knows what dogs feel like. He has six of them.

Besides his conviction that what he had touched was not an anima, at least any KNOWN animal - the very action and lack of any reaction of the creature is our best evidence that J.F. had actually laid his hand upon Mr. Bigfoot.

Story #2

Utterly terrified, the Indian raced madly toward the Chehalis River where his dugout canoe was moored. In pursuit lunged a giant of a man at least eight feet in height and broad in proportion. He was stark naked and covered from head to toe by a thick growth of black woolly hair.

In his fright, the Chehalis Indian Peter Williams completely forgot the rifle he clutched; he did not attempt to stop and fight it out. When he suddenly caught sight of the monster standing on the summit of a huge boulder, all reason fled, to be instantly supplanted by sheer panic as the giant growled and sprang toward him.

Heedless of the tangled undergrowth, the Indian plunged wildly on - occasionally jerking his bead around to gaze affrightedly at the horror behind. Reaching the riverside he gave a frantic heave and the dugout canoe shot out into the turbulent stream. The water, however did not daunt the giant, he plunged forward in hot pursuit.

The instant the bow of the dugout scraped the opposite bank, Peter Williams leaped ashore. The giant was now almost in midstream swimming strongly. Once more the Red man took to his heels. Well-nigh dazed from exhaustion he finally reached the frame shack that was his home. Frenziedly he herded his wife and children inside, bolted the door and barricaded it with ever article he could lay hands on. Then with his rifle at the ready, he tremblingly awaited the giant's arrival.

Presently there came the sound of a heavy body forcing its way through the brush. Darkness had not yet set and peering through a crack, Peter Williams took a good look at the monster. It was undoubtedly a sasquatch - one of the well nigh fabulous "hairy giants," which according to Indian belief still inhabit the unexplored wilds of interior British Columbia.

Growling deep-chestedly, the huge figure made a circle of the hut. Then putting one shoulder against a wall, he pushed with such tremendous force that the flimsy dwelling shook. The timbers creaked and groaned so loudly under the strain that the Indian feared the roof would collapse and whispered to his squaw and children to crawl under the bed. They promptly obeyed leaving their terrified lord and master to face the monster alone.

To Peter's vast relief, however, the sasquatch failed to force an entry after prowling gruntingly around the house for several minutes he stalked away into the bush. Next morning the Indian found the giant's tracks in the mud outside the shack. The footprints measured 22 inches in length!!

The foregoing is a condensed account of what Peter Williams later told me took place. I have known him for a good many years, he is intelligent, honest and trustworthy. Speaking personally, I do not question the truth of his story for it is only one of many reports concerning the mysterious sasquatch or wild giants that I have heard first hand from Indians under my official care. The incident happened moreover in my own district - the Saskahaua area of British Columbia. The word Saskahaua means: "Place of the Wild men."

A friend who lived in Portage, Alaska, stopped at the Girdwood post office to get his mail. It was broad daylight, and folks were moving about town.

After retrieving his mail from inside, he came out and leaned over the side of his pickup near the driver's door sorting it. He became aware of somebody who approached, leaned up against the side of the truck next to him. He looked over and saw an average sized black bear glancing over his mail with him at a range of two feet.

My friend simply opened the driver's door of the truck and stepped in, and the bear got back on all fours and wandered down the street with the cars and pedestrians.



And is probably the likelihood.

I don't think that's ever happened though, has it Sam? At least I don't ever remember reading any reports (other than some old Indian tales and the Albert Ostman story) where anyone's been carried off like that. Maybe I'm wrong. But you're right that is a terrifying thought!

:willies:

David

I remember reading your experience - more then a bit scarey! Neat story! Some of the sasquatchs appear to be very aggressive in the force they show. They obviously want to intimate and maybe even torture a person with fear, but nothing has been reported with regard to actual physical violence. Despite that, I'm not so sure they wouldn't show physical violence. We've heard of cases where people have been pursued and the person being chased reaches safety. I suppose physical violence is a possibility though if you think in terms of the person missing. A missing person can't tell you of their experience - whatever it was.

I honestly believe that (because of all the variety of experiences) there are different species out there - or perhaps several other big creatures altogether. The descriptions being described with regard to height, skin color, fur color, height, monkey face or not a monkey face, etc. Maybe someday they will find and prove the sasquatch, but I am going to be sitting here thinking there is still something else out there that is not identified. I hope the information comes to us during our lifetimes. Through the years sasquatch has managed to keep their distance from humans. As technology is developed you have to figure the sasquatch is aware of that and is likely very concerned. I'm of the belief that their intent is to avoid contact with humans at any and all costs. Just imagine if they were around to witness what happened to our Native Indians when the Europeans came over here. Lots of food for thought in this subject.

The question of sasquatch violence will remain unclear for good reasons. If one had it in mind to abduct or kill a human, there is very little we could do to stop them. Knowing how smart they are, they would leave no trace of the unfortunate victim. In most animal attack cases, there is very little to find anyways, and they are fairly stupid in comparison to the Omah.
I think that as a species they( luckily for us), 'don't have it in them' as a rule.

A good comparison would be the great cats, like cougar versus jaguar.

A Cougar, for the most part, goes to great lengths to avoid man, and although they will stalk him periodically, very seldom attacks.
The Jaguar, however, is aggressive and highly territorial, even killing cows that wander too close.

The fellow who had one jump at him in the tree-stand, committed a faux-paux of the highest order without realizing it, when the old boy screamed out of fright:
To a Bigfoot; screaming at you is a warning, or challenge, and the booger took it as such.
That 'it' would know he was terrified, is unlikely; they sound the same when screaming---a giant male sounding like a horror-film starlet is normal.
Probably has something to do with shock value.
If it had caught the hunter, I don't think it would have done more than scream at him, and maybe push him around a little after it had brought him down, but who knows??? And if that happened, a heart-attack would not be unreasonable.

It is my belief that they very carefully bury their dead, and if they intentionally or accidentally killed one of us I believe they would do the same.

According to whom is this known?

how 'bout the one where the hunter observes a skunk ape kill a wild boar? that one was pretty visual, and very creepy

EXACTLY! I suppose we have people who can speak BF

http://www.texasbigfoot.com/Panola5.html

Ive always thought this one was cool and pretty scary if true. What makes it more thrilling to me, its I'm going to be deer/hog hunting in the same county this year

Bobby Hamilton's claims of a bigfoot looking through a window at him and motioning to him always scares the stew outta me. The Bauman tale from "The Wilderness Hunter," is a little unnerving also. Here is a link to a Newspaper article talking about Hamilton's tale. Bigfoot Hunter!!

Haven't heard that one...would be an interesting read I'm sure.

One thing I notice in many of these reports with aggression is people running or fleeing very quickly away. Perhaps these people are bringing it upon themselves?

KW - Just an idle observer

I understand the need to apply Occam's Razor before making any assumptions as to what a scream might mean.
I Don't claim to understand anything other than what anyone with even a slight understanding of animal behavior knows: Roaring in anothers face is a challenge; period.
Anything from a walrus to an ape knows that. Apparently, YOU missed that though. So allow me to help.

Let me ask you, 'dude';

If a man came up and screamed in your face, would you take it as a challenge/confrontation???
Or, are you only able to understand emoticons????

I suggest that you, and the other hens, that sit around and pick apart a submission for flaws, or assumptions, have more than enough time to do a little reading on animal behavior.
Why not start with;
"The Naked Ape" by Desmond Morris.

This is a book that explains Human behavior from a primatologist viewpoint.

It would help you understand why I made the assumption- safely; I might add.
And more importantly; why it is that you, and some others feel the need to childishly scorn people:
It is a weak attempt at a dominance display, Backed up by emoticons, and the support of other toadies, rather than knowledge.
doh!
I'm sure if a bigfoot screamed in your face, you would have some other, more intelligent interpretation, something better than the obvious one.
If not, oh well...have fun with your sewing-circle attitude on some other, more defensless victims. Although your contribution to the understanding of this phenomenon can only be descibed as negative.

At that point I would have handed over any bills received in that stack of mail!









actually I would have probably peed myself then got in the truck...

Really?!

Well, I wouldn't!

Here you go: Hog attack story!

Mike

I have read that one before. Good and interesting though!

hey, thats the exact same story i posted! haha....scroll up a little and you'll see it...


"http://www.texasbigfoot.com/Panola5.html

Ive always thought this one was cool and pretty scary if true. What makes it more thrilling to me, its I'm going to be deer/hog hunting in the same county this year "

Knowing this friend they were all bills and no checks.

That's probably why the bear just left.

This happened in June of 2005, and was a little unnerving for sure. I was camping with a friend in an area of alleged Bigfoot sightings, and we were there for this very reason. We were camped in a heavily wooded area along the Brazos River in Texas. We had been very quiet setiing up camp, and no fire. At dusk, I started with some preditor calls, young Deer in distress calls. You have to physically make the calls with this thing, and I don't think I was doing it quite right. My 'calls' were disturbing a small herd (to thickly forrested to get an accuate count) of cattle across the river, 50 to 70 yards away, and to the right. They were getting down right upset with my distress calls, to a point where two of the cows started across river for us, and at this point I quit. The cattle settled down, and so did we. About 45 minutes later, I decided to make my best interpretation of a BF scream/yell/howl, and I can do this pretty dang loud. I have done this many times before, and nothing - but this night was different. Almost immediately, something across the river, about 50 yards, and to the left, replied with an amazing roar. It was just simply a roar of indescribable volume and lung power. We were absolutely frozen with shock. Within 20 seconds, a VERY loud Hoot Owl call came from the same location, but sounded way to loud to be a bird. Almost immediately, another 'Owl' answered on our side of the river, and within 70 yards or less to the right, followed quickly by another to the left at the same distance. All were of this same amazing volume. These 'Owls' had us triangulated, and kept calling back and forth for maybe 20 seconds, then silence again. Approximately 10 minutes later, a calf was being viciously attacked by something, and his terrifying cries were silent within 10 seconds. We decided to light the fire at that point, and start making some noise. This was a freaky thing that lasted all night, and we never slept the entire night. My own take of the incident, if indeed it was some sort of Bigfoot activity, is it/they heard my initial calls, and interpreted the calls the same way the cattle did.....a calf in distress. At least three moved in for a look, and in perfect formation; one to flush them across the lowest part of the river, and the two that were on our side to do the ambush - perfect hunting technique. I just happened to make the scream in ther middle of their hunt, and they were VERY pissed that I interrupted them I guess. The one across the river, that roared, evidently made the kill, and never had to flush them to the other side. I could also tell that something big circled us all night about 50 to 80 yards out, as I could hear the footfalls with my parabolic dish, couldn't hear with the naked ear though. Yes, I had three different recorders hooked up to several kinds of microphones, and all malfunctioned....one was human error, the other two I can't figure why they didn't work.

Did you happen to go look for the calf kill the next morning? it would have been some evidence if you had.

Well...

This didn't happen to me but to my grandma...

It happened when I was 13, about July, my grandma was walking to our house ( a little over 1/2 mile away ) to play a game of cards with dad and a few friends, I was sitting on the front porch ( if I remember right I was putting together one of those balsa wood airplanes, )...

I heard grandma calling for help, I looked over toward her house, and then dad, Bud, Bill, and Jessie came running out of the house and ran toward her, I threw the peices of the plane on the lawn chair next to me, and ran after them...

When they got there ( I was wasn't too far behind ), they asked " what happened ?" grandma was ( well I don't know how to explain it, I've never seen grandma in this state, grandma never got scared at anything ), she was scared crapless, and holding her left arm ( which I could see it was broken )...

She stated that a "big hairy thing" had came running out of the woods and knocked her down, and that she thought she had broken her arm, ( where this thing came out of the woods is what we called the cross roads, it's basically an intersection of roads, with woods on the left side, and small drop off on the right side the way she was walking, in other words she had woods to her left and a drop off to her right ) dad thought she was drunk ( she did drink at the time ), and had fell, and told her so ( at the hospital ). Well... she got P.O.'d and said that she was not drunk nor was she drinking at the time, she was waiting for the card game to start drinking...

We took her to the hospital, and sure enough the arm was broken, they set and put her arm in a cast, then we went home ( it was about 3:00 am when we got home )...

When we got home she asked dad to look for her glasses as they were knocked off, dad said OK... The next morning we went to the cross roads and looked around, found her broken glasses, ( an interesting note here, there were some hair in the hinge of the glasses, that was orangeish red with black tips in color ), and we seen where the brush and honeysuckle vines had ben pressed down on the dropoff side of the road ( where it looked like something had landed in the brush )...

Now this may not scare you, but it sure as hell scared me at the time...

That's the only maybe BF related I have ( if you want some other non BF related I have a few others )...

Big Tex, your encounter is a lot like mine! Mine took place in July 2004 in Oklahoma. I decided to stay at a hunting cabin and check out this 600 acre ranch for any sign of BF. Before it got dark I started placing a few apples around the edge of the woods at the East end of the cabin. While I was hanging an apple on a tree limb near a dry wash, something made a loud, sharp nostril sounding exhale. It really grabbed my attention, but I just couldn't believe things were going to start happening that quick. Just as soon as it started to get dark I made my bigfoot call (copied from T.V.). Shortly my call was answered by hoot owl calls. I was hearing the hoot owl calls from three different directions also, around the cabin. They were very loud. They were really calling back and forth, so loud that I thought to myself that anything could be coming up on me and I wouldn't hear it. It had gotten pretty dark too. Suddenly, from about 50 yds. away, there came two very loud and powerful blows to a tree trunk. I would have to run a car into a tree to make that loud of a sound. All the owl calls stopped. I knew right then, "My God, these things are real!" I already had all the lights off inside the cabin, and I ran inside. Once the door was closed I sat in a corner chair with a .45/70 trapdoor across my lap. I also had an SKS near my chair. I was scared to death, but my heart began to beat even harder when I heard footsteps approaching the cabin and deep voices mumbling to each other. I felt like I was way in over my head, and was asking myself why did I do this. For about the next two hours, I noticed everytime I shifted in the chair I heard something move around outside of the cabin, East of the front door. I think they were waiting for me to come out. The only other sound I heard was what sounded like the tip of a large stick dragging in the gravel drive. I thought, "What do they want to do with that?" I did fall asleep sometime before dawn. Around 8:00a.m. I had enough sleep and daylight to go outside. There were no tracks in the hard ground around the cabin. I walked down the narrow road that leads to the cabin. Once around a littlle bend in the road the cabin can't be seen, and it was at this spot when I heard a stick snap about 75-100 yds. ahead of me in the treeline. When I quickly looked up I could see something was running at break-neck speed inside the treeline and toward me. I tried to track it in my mind through the more dense spots, but it was even faster than I estimated. Closer than I thought it would be, and about 100 ft. away from me came the same sharp nostril exhale I heard the night before. I had the SKS over my sholder, but I didn't bring it up to aim. I just knew it was looking at me and I couldn't see it. I was ready to get a round off if I needed to, and just made my way back to the cabin. I spent the next few nights at the main house on the ranch. I've been back to the ranch, and managed to catch a glimpse of one of them. The one I saw is red/brown. I put out a Stealth/Cam and got a pic, but it has not been well received here. I am about to visit there again, but I am told all is quite now, but it was before I got there last year too. I really enjoyed the simularities of our stories.

Hey Primal, thanks for the post.......I thought about going across river and looking for the calf, but I had two hours of kayaking to the car, and a four hour drive ahead of me. Wifey doesn't allow me much time for my 'hobby', and I don't wanna push the envelope! Besides, I was already pretty sure that I wouldn't find anything. That poor mother cow cried and roamed all night looking for that calf, and if she couldn't find it, knew I wouldn't either. I go back to this place on a fairly regular basis, as it has always been a 'hot' area for me. I had a very close visual sighting/encounter in 1969 at this same exact spot. And thanks for your post too Xjay, that Owl thing is certainly creepy......you should go with me sometime to my little haunted forrest, it's not far from Oklahoma, and a guaranteed sleepness night!

I always liked reading the APE CANYON story. Am I 100% sure it really happened and not just a wild story? NO, but it is a great read anyway and never fails to give you the shivers.