QUOTE(David Thomas King @ Jul 8 2006, 03:35 PM)

I'm just wondering if there are any on the BFF who have had eyewitness encounters in the Northeastern region of the USA. If so, would you mind sharing your encounter with us?
Hey David. No sure experiences (see below). I just posted this message on another thread, but I see you've recently posted here:
Hey David. New here. Can you post where you camped out near Whitehall? I've been hiking/camping in that area and would love to know, if you can share. Feel free to e-mail me. I tried to send you a private message, but may not be able to (brand new here).
To introduce myself, I do a lot of hiking in an area basically from Western MA, southern VT, southern Adirondacks and back down through the Capitol Region (Albany, NY) and Dutchess County NY. Incidentally, there have been a lot of sightings and inexperiences in all these areas. I will review the massive amount of posts on this site (geez!), but if anyone has any updates in these areas...do tell.
My only "possible" experience was in southern Maine in the mid-80s. My Dad and I saw something cross very quickly across the road in York County Maine. I convinced myself it was a bear (although I got the sense it was more hunched over than on all fours and was surprised it could cross the road so quickly and not bang into the dense forest that surrounded the road). About 4 or 5 years later someone suggested to me that this seemed more characteristic of some sort of ape, perhaps Bigfoot, and not a bear. I thought he was crazy but... Granted, it was pitch black and whatever it was passed in front of the car incredibly quickly to really get a good glimpse. But I remember having doubts it was a bear even right after I saw it. Still, if I had to bet money on it, I'd say it was a bear.
Thanks,
Dean
[quote name='David Thomas King' date='Mar 3 2006, 10:24 PM' post='300811']
Okay, I'll share our "not-sure" encounter again. This time in article form. Not saying this was definite Sasquatch activity, but I will say that I don't know of many deer, moose or bear that "bang" wood on trees. As wild as this may sound, I assure you it happened. What was it? You decide... DTK
NESRA – Friday April 15th, 2005 – The wilderness of the Southern Adirondacks.
It was a cold, but clear night. At 37°F, it was not your typical camping weather. Chuck and I stood near the campfire at our makeshift base-camp as the pork chops hissed and sizzled on a store-bought rack. We exchanged light conversation as Chuck tended the fire and I leaned on a wooden horse hitch, made from what appeared to be cut-up telephone poles. By all the signs, we were the very first campers to use that site since Fall of 2004. Little did we know that as the clock neared 10:30PM, the pace of things was about to pick up quickly.
“I think I just heard a wood knock from the West,” Chuck said suddenly with a calm but serious tone in his voice.
His statement brought all my senses to immediate attention. I looked at my watch. It was 10:29.
Within ten seconds of the first knock, there came two more, only much closer, and this time, much louder.
Thwack! Thwack!
Being from the Whitehall area, Chuck had heard this unusual wood-knocking phenomenon before but this was new to me.
I took it as my cue to grab my “knocking” board and position myself to return the gesture. Earlier that afternoon we had taken several “practice” swings with a board against a tree to determine what sounded right, but we had done no other “knocking” of our own that afternoon or evening. This wood knocking incident appeared to be completely unprovoked.
Things That Go “Thump” in the Night
As I was just about to make my first return knock, both Chuck and I began to hear strange “bipedal” sounding “thumps” approaching our camp from the West. In concert with the first thump, a barred owl began hooting loudly in the distance as if it were alarmed. I immediately put the board down.
Chuck and I became motionless and silent, pointing simultaneously in the direction of sounds that were now becoming louder and more intense as they approached.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
At their closest point we could not only hear these unusual thumps but we could slightly feel them as well. We also both noticed that these noises were not quadrupedal in nature. There was no “flam” or “gallop” to these sounds such as a heavy moose or a bear would make. These were single and very distinct “thuds” that crescendoed with slight but discernable vibrations in our ankles as they followed the smoke trail toward our camp. Just on the other side of a forested knoll the strange sounds paused for few short seconds, and then began to decrescendo off into the distance, heading Northward, away from our camp. There were more than thirty of these thumps in all, spaced a little less than a second apart.
Chuck and I looked at each other as if to say, “What the heck was that?”
This was supposed to be a dry run – an experimental expedition that was meant to prepare for Kevin, Mike and Brian, who would be joining us the following night. We really weren’t expecting to encounter anything at all that first evening.
After a brief discussion, I took a flashlight and investigated the hill. Other than some disturbed leaves and some strange but indiscernible indentations, I could find nothing that yielded any clues as to what had made the unexplained noises. The following morning, I tried to reproduce the noises as Chuck listened from the camp but I failed at every attempt. Even the heaviest boulder I could drop did not come close to reproducing what both Chuck and I heard and felt that unforgettable evening.
Was this an actual run-in with the legendary Sasquatch, or was there some other explanation for our encounter? Hours of speculation lead to no definite conclusions. Chuck is a seasoned hunter and I’m no stranger to the woods myself, but neither of us had ever experienced anything even remotely like this before.
The Evidence Mounts
This was our first official NESRA expedition into the Adirondack wilderness and we had set up camp only five or six miles away from the famed town of Whitehall, New York. We didn’t pick our first expedition site randomly; we selected the Whitehall region knowing it has a rich history of face-to-face Bigfoot encounters.