I stumbled onto an old post made on January 17, 2004 on the "Best Gun for Bigfoot" thread. It was one of only 2 made by a member, kilgore, who registered here on the same day and was last seen here at BFF six days later on the 23rd, so he's not around to query, it would seem. This post, #29, which was off-topic on a thread that has now over 400 posts, contains one of the most bizarre accounts/tall tales of an up-close BF encounter I've ever run across and I was surprised to see only 5 members respond to this guy with, "Yeah, sure" type posts and one guy who seemed to think the story was legit. That's it. A one-hour, eight post exchange. Well, maybe that's all it deserved. I'd like to see.
I did look around to make sure that anyone else had brought this to people's attention and couldn't find anything, so I decided to unbury it and give it its own thread. I'd be interested to hear what you all think of it. Even though it sure sounds like a yarn to me, I wonder if anyone here has had a similar experience that might back this story up. Click here to see the post in context on the thread. I've pasted it below for your reading convenience though:
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full-auto is correct when he says that they're quick... damn quick. Not to mention they smell like a a*s. I had stalked one for 22 days up in Wenatchee, Washington. I picked up it's trail around the North end of the Chiwawa River heading dew east. I found it rather difficult to match the pace of this creature, which appeared to be of enormous size judging by the prints that were left in the mud & soil.... 30" plus inches and very deep. This creature (we'll call it Dingleberry, get into that later) seemed only to travel aggressively at night which gave me the opportunity to close the distances during day and to continue throughout the night. At times during short periods of sleep throughout the night I could smell & hear the presence of something that I've never encountered in all my years of Military or Civilian life. It would literally raise the hairs on your back & make you want to vomit from fear. At that time, I knew Dingleberry was on to me but I still pressed on for a glimpse of this beast. Around day 15 I got my chance. While coming down off a peak in early morning hours near Lake Chelan I witnessed for a brief moment, Dingleberry dropping a*s near a row of pines... I kid you not, it was squatting & at first glimpse I wasn't quite sure what it was doing but later discovered the answer to that question. Upon examining the deposits from the creature, I noticed the presence of pine needles, berries & hair with clumps of droppings attached to it... hence, Dingleberry. I gathered the evidence and stowed it in my ruck and pressed on. I followed his trail for the remaining of the time winding NorthWest along the Lake and heading towards, what I imagined, Bonanza Peak. Day 21, night fell and I had just caught up to him.. he seemed to be camped towards the top of a Peak in a heavily pined area. I decided, this was my chance... this is the closest I've come to him & the way the land was laid out, I had a good opportunity to sneak up on Dingleberry for a closer look and maybe even "bag" the big guy. I made a make shift camp and starting gearing up with my Ghillie suit and rubbed down with some of the droppings that I recovered earlier to "cover" my scent. I stowed my gear there and proceeded up a ridge line that would overlook his position. I took about 4 hours to work myself into place that overlooked the creature from 20 foot, almost directly overhead. He appeared to be sprawled out next to some medium sized trees with some branches covering part of his torso & I believed him to be sleeping because of lack of movement. With this perfect opportunity, I pulled out my Gold Plated Desert Eagle .50 AE, careful not to make any noise and drew down on his head. I eased the hammer back & gently squeezed the trigger until it clicked.... s**t, I had forgotten to rack the slide and put one in the chamber. By then, Dingleberry had open his eyes & looked straight up at me and let out this ear screeching yell. From this point on things are a bit blurry. I jumped up and threw the Desert Eagle down at him to try and confuse him for a split second and leaped off the ledge, with knife drawn (SOG, Navy SEAL addition) hoping to get a good stick at one of it's arteries as I landed on him. I didn't happen quite like that though. As I was falling through the air, Dingleberry had risen and moved outta the way & I smacked straight into the ground... thud. I had then felt something grab my leg and pick me up off the ground while ripping my pants off. I was starting to slip into unconsciousness from the impact and sheer fear... not to mention that I had pissed myself at this time. When I had awaken it was just starting to get light & I was nowhere that I recognized. I also noticed the lack of cloths & a sticky film like substance on my back that stunk like h*ll. I managed to gather my senses & crawl to a high point to get my bearings and found my way back to my make shift came where I had an extra pair of BDU's. After a few, I gathered my equipment up and got the h*ll outta there, I was exhausted and low on supplies. I haven't been back up there since but will probably try within the next year or so. If ever interested in tracking a Yeti, let me know... I'll be more than willing to be a guide. Good luck.
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The inferences here are quite disturbing to me. I don't want to jump to any, um, 'conclusions' but... ugh.
Could this have really taken place? Has this happened TO YOU?
Or was this guy just havin' a laugh on us? Well, maybe we can have a laugh or two ourselves about it. Or not. I don't know. It's either very silly if it's a tall tale or downright awful if it's legit. You decide.P.S. One member, Skunkhunter, did have some interesting insights to add back at the original thread. You might want to check that out if you're interested.
? Or as in having too much fun with it 
? Or...? 'Cause I hear ya' on being 'careful'. 
