Hello to the board.

I've lurked on here for a time. Will admit to being not real convinced this exists but find it good reading nonetheless. Skeptical as I am, I do have one troubling experience in my life. I will relate this and, if, anyone is interested, this same thing is posted on the GCBRO website.

It has been over 31 years ago. I was just out of High School. It was during the early summer. At the time I worked nights at a factory. My parents were away on vacation. I had returned home from work, can't really recall my routine but had gone to bed. Our home which my parents still own and are still alive, they're in their 80"s, is a simple old farm home.

I had gone to bed, and this must've been about 3-4am, I was awoken from my sleep by a deep growling and the more I muse on it, a mumbling type of sound. Reading what others have commented on. This sounds like what others have experienced as well. What made this particularly unnerving was how close to the window it was. This noise, the closeness, it had to have been within 5-6 feet of the house and clearly at or above window level. Admit was too scared to go outside till the next morning.

My brother, whom lives next door, also worked a 2nd shift and generally got home later than I. I asked him the next morning if he had heard or had anything unusual happen to him? He just shrugged his shoulders, nothing out of the normal.

Thought I'd share, just a very strange happening in life. There's a couple others, have a few items that were related to me from friends and acquaintences as well. Enough for my first post.

Welcome Oldwalnut! Interesting encounter. can you describe the growl and/or mumbling in greater detail? I have also heard unexplained mumbling at night in the woods.
BSF

My first "not sure" encounter happened back in 1966. I was 4 yrs old at the time. My family owned little over 300 acres, and was heavy into logging. I remember my mom loading us kid's up and taking my dad his lunch. He was dropping some trees on a neighbor's woods. I remember mom driving way back, was quite a way to get to him off the road. I remember dad being happy that we had something for him to eat. And we all sat down on one of the trees he dropped.
I'm not sure why, but for some reason I decided to wander off, kid thing. But I didn't have any of my bro. or sis. with me. I remember wandering for what seemed like an hour. I realized that I wasn't sure how to get back to where my family was. I remember hearing an owl hooting. At first I enjoyed hearing the sound, but it was getting louder and started to frighten me. I remember it getting so loud that I started covering my ears. I remember looking up, and I started screaming. I don't recall what I screamed for. But my mom and dad found me on the seat of one of my grandads D-8 bulldozers. I don't know how I got up on it, nor do I remember finding it. All I remember is mom asking me how come I was so far away. I don't know how far I was from where they were. I'm sure it was close enough to hear me screaming. I wish I could figure how I got to looking in the trees to being on top of a bulldozer. Oh, I do remember screaming for awhile, so I'm sure it took a spell to get to me. God I wish mom was still around, I'd like to ask her about that incident.

Maaaaannnnn.... you'd be a great candidate for the hypnosis idea that's been tossed around a bit here. I'd love to know what happened during that time you seem to have blocked out!

When - Mid-70's
Where - Northeast Missouri
Who - My best friend and I… about 12 or 13 years old.

My best friend and I loved to hunt, fish and anything outdoors when we were growing up. After-all, in rural Northeast Missouri, there wasn't a lot going on back in those days.

Near the edge of town, there was an old county road that had become dilapidated and basically wasn't being used anymore. My friend and I referred to it as the "over-grown" road. One day, we decided we were going to venture down the old road and explore and build a fort. Back in those days, building a fort was great fun and occupied our time well.

Probably about a hundred yards down into the old road, there was a tiny creek about 4 foot deep and app. 20' wide. The county had built a small I-beam bridge for the cars to cross it. That's all there was, the frame and a couple of wooden planks (one for each tire.) All that was really left of it was the beams. As I recall, there might have been some wood left on the bridge, but mostly the metal beams. It was more or less a balance act to get across it. Like I said, it was only a few feet high as it was a small creek, so falling off the bridge would have been a short trip to the creek.

This particular day, we decided the best place to build our fort was on the opposite side of the old bridge. The brush was basically impassible on the other side and there were quite a few trees about the diameter of a baseball bat for us to use in the construction of our fort. Somewhere along the hand-me-downs, my dad had gotten an old German bayonet. It was a very heavy bladed knife and thus well suited for cutting branches and small trees. That was all we had with us that day.

After about 30 minutes of chopping away at the brush and some small trees, we had just sat down to take a break when we heard a large snapping sound coming from further down the road. Again, it was so thick you could barely see beyond about 6 feet. As I recall, it sounded like a medium size branch would sound if you broke it across your knee. We both heard it and looked in the general direction. A few moments later, we heard more snapping of branches, but this time, combined with crunching of leaves. It was something obviously walking through the brush. In an instant, it picked up the pace heading right where we were sitting taking our break. It sounded like it was running. If anyone in this forum has ever experienced “fight or flight” you will know exactly the sensation I am about to describe. Almost instantly, without even saying a word to each other or discussing what we thought it might be, my friend and I immediately jumped up and raced towards the bridge to get the heck out of there.

I crossed the bridge first, never looking back. My friend was directly behind me and made it across within seconds of me. Once on the other side, one of the old tire lanes was still evident and made a good path. We had gone about 50 feet when I heard my friend fall down behind me. He had gotten tangled up in a vine and hit the ground pretty hard. To this day, I vividly remember stopping dead in my tracks and turning around to see what had happened to him. When I looked back at him, he was about 10 feet behind me on the ground looking back at the bridge (obviously seeing if whatever it was, was in view behind us.)

When I turned around, all I saw was him on the ground, and something black in mid-stride jumping that damn bridge. Obviously, he saw the same thing and was already getting back up to continue our frantic run the hell out of there. We sprinted the entire way back into town to his parents house without once looking back over our shoulders again. I have no idea if it stopped chasing us once it got on the other side of the bridge, or what it was for that matter. The first thing his mom said when we got into his front door was “My goodness, what is the matter with you two boys, you are as white as ghosts!”

His mom was so disturbed by the way we looked and what we told her, that she called another one of our friend’s mom that lived nearby and told her what we had just experienced. Begrudgingly, the next day, they wanted us to take them out there where it happened. We stayed out in the pasture that was parallel to the old road and walked close to the bridge location but did not see anything. I do remember a skunky smell however, which now even raises the question more on what we saw that day.

I’m 40 years old, married with three kids and work for a major communications company. Bigfoot haunts me to this day, or whatever it was.

In 1976 I lived in a wooded area in the hills of north Georgia. A friend who used to fish at our pond came running out of the woods claiming that he'd seen a bigfoot stealing his fish. I'd never seen this kid scared of anything before. He used to love to camp down at the pond, but after that day he refused to camp there anymore.

Later that week my 15 year old brother was home alone. He was used to spending weekends home alone when the rest of the family were gone. But this night I returned to find all the lights on and my brother hiding in the bathroom with the doors locked and all the weapons in my father's arsenal nearby. He said that the bigfoot seen by our friend had been screaming and getting closer until it appeared at the edge of the yard. The dogs all ran and hid. He pulled out the rifles and shot wildly into the area where he said it stood.

Next day my father and I looked the area over. We saw the bark was shot up on the trees and the mud was scuffed up around the area. We couldn't tell what had been there, but we assumed it was a bear standing on its hind legs. My brother and his friend stuck by their stories even though we made fun of them for it.

In 1987 I lived in northern California and planned on taking a camping trip. While on the phone with my brother he recounted his bigfoot story and I once again told him that if anything like that existed then it was most likely extinct by now. Never-the-less I checked out John Green's book from the library and read up on the subject of Sasquatch. Everything seemed to match the stories my brother and his friend told a decade earlier.

So I went camping with this girl who was in the military and loved the outdoors. She was not the type to frighten easily. She also told me that she thought Sasquatch was just an old wives' tale. I suggested camping out as close to Bluff Creek as possible so I could tell my brother back home about it. She agreed and thought that woulod be an ideal spot.

We drove for hours down logging roads trying to get as far back as we could into the forest. We stopped at one dead end road and walked down into the bush until we got to a spot on Bluff Creek.

Nearby I found what looked like wet big boot tracks on the hard ground and some spots where it looked as if a bear had laid down. We split up and I told her I would meet her back at the vehicle at the end of the logging road. We planned on finding the best spot near the creek to camp.

It was starting to get dark, but it was still daylight when I got back up to the road. I was about a mile or so from our vehicle. As I walked down the dirt road I heard footsteps in the forest next to me. I'd grown up around all sorts of wildlife and I was used to animals moving through the brush like this, but this time it sounded like a heavy person walking. I was concerned that I might be near some pot grower's area and was worried about getting shot. I kept walking and the footsteps stayed parallel to me.

When I got to a clearing I figured that the person would have to either stop or step out or the thick bush so I waited. He never came out, but it got real quiet and some birds took off in a panic from an big log laying in the clearing. I kept my eye on the log and what appeared to be a pointed black head bobbed up and down real fast. I didn't know if this was a person with a pointed cap or what.

I walked on towards the vehicle and soon I heard the footsteps in the forest again. The girl I was with was down a hill below the vehicle nearer to Bluff Creek and I called for her to come on up. When I did that there was a HUGE crashing of limbs near where she was. We both heard the breaking of branches and grunts that sounded sort of like a wild boar.

She started running and trying to get up the steep hill, but she kept slipping back down. The trees were rocking only about 20 feet away from her and we could hear the snapping of wood and the angry-sounding grunts. I jumped down the hill and tried to push her from behind, but she fell again. I then ran past her and grabbed her wrist to jerk her to the top of the hill.

She jumped in the vehicle and started the engine. She was crying and in a panic. There was no denying that something big had been right beside her but the brush was so thick we couldn't tell what it was. I jumped in and she drove off fast. I thought she was going to crash. She was hyperventilating and kept saying over and over "I've got to get out of here."

She was so scared that she didn't want me to even roll down a window. The sun went down long before we got out of the woods and back onto pavement. We wound up sleeping in the back of the vehicle in a well-lit public parking lot.

She made me promise not to tell our friends how she had behaved. This happened in Oct. of '87. I have always wondered if this was a combination of a human being and a bear or if perhaps it had been some Sasquatch. All I know is that we were very far away from any other human beings that day and it would have been quite a miracle for another person to have been right where we were.

Who knows? But I did apologize afterwards to my little brother for making fun of him all those years ago.

- Dfoot

I've got my 'not sure' posted on the 'welcome' thread. Some day I hope to turn a 'not sure' into an 'absolutely positive!!!

Here it is...I think many years ago I heard a Bigfoot in BC, we used to travel alot and usually we'd go out west to BC to visit relatives, we had an old school bus converted to a motorhome so we could stay where we wanted to. We'd also usually travel in September, my dad hated tourists and crowded campgrounds. This one trip we had stopped in a private campground on Jackass Mountain in BC, since this was mid-September we were the only occupants of the camp, the owner's hadn't quite closed everything up yet so they let us stay. It was probably around 8:00 pm and we had started a campfire and we were just sitting around doing the usual toasting marshmallows etc, when I (we) heard loud whistles, coming from across the road from where we were parked, I remember that the hair on my neck stood up, and it seemed alot louder than a normal whistle. My parent's immediately dismissed it as someone whistling for their dog. Well it was pitch black away from the light from the fire, no sign of any house lights that I could see. Usually if you whistle for a dog you usually call it's name too and I didn't hear anyone calling after the whistles. Fast forward a few years and I got the cd put out by Sierra Sounds, well I tell you when I listened to the recorded whistles on that recording I just about fell over, they were almost identical to the ones I heard on Jackass Mountain. Now I've heard people whistling for dogs since then of course and never had the same reaction as I did to those that I heard out there!! So there's my little story,, now maybe I can have the chance to maybe hear, see..what ever!!

My first fishing trip, summer 1957, Eastern Sierra north of Bishop Cal. I was five and with my father. We were camped some miles away with my mother and older sisters who were back at the campground.....We pulled into a parking area a couple hundred yards from the creek...As we walked down the trail towards the creek we heard a tremendous lion sounding roar from down near the creek....Some fishermen then came rushing up the trail, one stopping only briefly to stutter something like; "Don't go down there. There's, there's some animal" and then he rushed by...It was the first time I'd ever seen an adult in a state of panic and I'll never forget it....But we kept on and as we got close to the creek we heard again, from somewhere in the tangle of brush, boulders and trees, another lions roar, incredibly loud...Even at five I felt as though we were being warned off...At this point my father said that maybe we should go somewhere else...As we drove away, I asked my father what it was and he thought that it was a mountain lion......I question that now as I wonder whether a cougar would stick around in the presence of several fishermen and announce it's location by screaming at them...It seems more likely that a cougar would slink quietly away...Maybe a Black Bear????I'm no expert..Does it sound like either cougar or bear behavior???

It seems as though quite a few people have come forward on this forum lately with the claim that they have heard unidentified whistles sounding exactly the same or very similar to those on the Sierra Sounds recordings. I find that really interesting. There are many other supposed Sasquatch vocalizations on those CDs that are much more controversial --

Even the group on the first Washington BFRO trip claim to have heard whistles sounding much like the SS recordings, if I'm not mistaken.

I'm wondering if this kind of vocalization might be a commonly shared trait amongst bigfoot groups in wide ranging locations, or if it's something more likely to be heard in the PNW?

Just a thought.

Great accounts lately, by the way, on this thread! Let's keep it going.

Just an update, I'm still working on transferring the video stills on my friends computer... Unfortunately, it appears the my friend has been cursed with computer problems, and we've had to load the movie several times after losing it when my friend had to purge and clean his computer. I will certainly post them when I have them, I just wanted to give this little update... Take care everyone!

Hey screamer...
Any luck with the computer?

Great posts everyone.
AngelS :clap:

Hi everyone--new to the site and rapidly becoming addicted!

Since there has been some interest in keeping this thread going over the past month, thought I would share a story. I grew up hunting here in PA. My father (who passed away last month) got me interested in the BF stuff when I was a kid, and I have kept up with the hobby ever since.

Once (1983)we encountered a . . . something in the pre-dawn woods while deer hunting. We were catching our breath before ascending a steep hillside (our only flashlight was almost burned out) when we were startled to see a figure approaching from the opposite direction from the logging road hunters used to access the area (we had just walked in about a 1/2 mile along that road). Whatever it was was dark, slightly taller than 6', and had no visible gear/blaze orange. It walked on two legs(though slightly stooped) the entire time we saw it. It definitely had NO light with it, but was walking through some pretty thick brush. It stopped about 25 yards or so away.

Dad tried to hail this strange "hunter," but it never replied, and after we tried to get its attention again it just turned around and walked away. No, we didn't look for tracks: it was just a stupid hunter, right? We never thought BF could live in PA so we gave it little thought at the time. As years went by, we started to revisit the experience once in a while and concluded that it was definitely a weird situation. In addition, my dad had a few other strange encounters in the area that may add to the story. If anyone is intrested, I could share 'em at a latter time.

Thanks, and please keep up these posts--I really am enjoying the site.

Ed

Welcome aboard Ed!

Here's my not sure encounter. I know my title says "yes" but I'm constantly hovering between "not sure" and "yes"... I certainly didn't have BF in mind when this was all happening, but in hindsight everything seems to fit that explaination.

What I'm really looking for is some constructive analysis, specifically of the behavior and the whooping call which for me was the most striking and unique part of the encounter. I've searched the net for animal calls, barred owls, spotted owls, cougars, etc and the closest thing that I could find was one of the Sierra sounds sample calls(it's the last "whooping" sample they have posted in their CD preview section).

This happened mid-Oct 2004 in Muir Woods State Park. Afterwards I searched Google for BF sightings in the area and found the BFRO.net website. They had a roadside sighting in '99 listed about 1/4 mile from where I was hiking.

I had been hiking on a high ridge trail that rings a wilderness valley, this was my favorite trail back when I lived in the area two years ago and I was comfortable walking it in total darkness, though I hadn't been on it since back then. it was damp and extremely overcast. I hadn't seen or heard another person and there were no other cars parked at the trailhead turnouts. The time was near dusk, a patch of red/purple horizon could still be seen through the cloudcover to the West out over the Pacific. I had just began walking down a smaller horse trail that breaks off from the ridge trail when I noticed something in the early dusk light, which my mind first interpreted as a huge man dressed from head to toe in a black ninja suit wearing a black ski mask taking HUGE fast walking steps. I heard the footsteps before I saw him and my first thought was 'holy crap someone's in a hurry for 7pm on a saturday night', but then I noticed his size and thought 'damn how is this guy even going to get past me on this trail?' as it was a tiny narrow horsetrail that went down a steep ridgeside into a redwood valley. In all of my times hiking this trail I had never seen anyone move that fast, nor had I ever noticed anyone "dressed" like this man, nor anyone as LARGE and athletic as he appeared.

Before this happened I had been squatting in the brush just listening, because the valley had seemed quieter than I had ever heard it before. Total stillness, not a single bug or bird just a little wind. Then I heard the loud, fast stomps of someone rounding the bend above me, obviously this person hadn't seen me until he had rounded the bend and was heading straight towards me from about 30 feet away. What appeared to be a huge, entirely black clad person was bounding towards me on a trail barely wide enough for one person... At this point I figured the best thing to do would be to stand up and reveal myself, and try to act like I hadn't seen him. Basically I decided to treat it like you would when you run into herd of steer or other large animals on a narrow trail. I just casually started walking down the trail, not looking back, trying not to look like a threat and waiting for him to do whatever it was he decided to do.

He noticed me when I started walking because I heard his footsteps stop. But as I continued around a bend in the trail I could hear him start walking towards me again, slowly, and keeping his distance at about 20 feet. This is where I started getting a little creeped out. Was he stalking me, or was he just being polite by not passing me..? A weird feeling came over me, so I stopped again and casually drank from my water bottle and listened. The footsteps behind me stopped again, 20 feet back... I'm fairly sure that a chill ran down my spine at this point. I started walking again, there was a dark thicket just ahead on the trail and as I walked through I could hear him following me again, just behind into the thicket. I stopped again on the other side of the thicket, drank some water and looked directly back into the thicket to try to get a look at him, but the path was curved and I couldn't see past the weeds. At this point I was really starting to get scared, I couldn't see or hear anything, but the feeling of something watching me was intense. I really didn't want to be on that trail, but my only option at that point was to continue down the trail into the valley which was basically miles of dark wilderness, so that's what I did.

My heart started racing; I began walking very fast around the bend and down the trail towards the first switchback bellow me that lead into the valley and thinking to myself: F*CK why am I going down here I'll have to walk for miles just to get back to my car... I couldn't hear anyone behind me so I dropped my water bottle and started down towards the second switchback. As I was walking I heard a series of loud crashes and branches breaking below me about 100 yards away in the valley, like a buck jumping into heavy brush, but as I listened it sounded like a small herd of deer were down there making a racket. I really didn't pay attention to the crashing racket below me at all though, because so far as I knew there was still a huge black shape lurking somewhere in the other direction. As I got to the second switchback I stopped and tried to listen over my huffing and puffing for any sound of footesteps behind me. I had heard stories of pot growers going after people in the wilderness, and this was the first thing that popped into my mind as to why someone might be trying to scare me like this. As I sat I another stupid deer crash down back near the first switchback, like it was moving straight down the valley cutting across the paths.

I must have sat there for a minute or two pressed against the side of the hill, looking up towards the dark path and catching my breath, my mind racing trying to make sense of it all: Was this guy a pot farmer? Is he stalking me because he's pissed that saw him heading towards his harvest? Do I really want to walk for miles to get to the closest park service road down in the valley? Just about then it hit me. An enormous blast aimed directly at me from a grove of trees in the valley about 150 yards below: WHOOP WHOOOP WHOOOOP WHOOOOP HOOOOP HOOOP!! WHOOOOP WHHHOOOOP WHOOOP!! WHOOOOP WHOOOP HOOOOP! WHOOOOP WHOOOP!!!! Incredibly loud and incredible long, it scared the sh*t out of me and I could feel my heardbeat skipping like crazy. It was a continuous blast that lasted at least 15 seconds, long enough for me to actually try to identify the calls as they were happening. My first thought remembering the "deer crashes" coming from that area was WOW THAT'S A LOUD DEER! But then I realized how ridiculous that was so I imagined that it was someone's escaped exotic bird. But no, it was much too loud and the whoops started distinctly deep and loud, as if coming from a very large mammal. Then my mind told me that this must be a prankster who's really good at immitating a howler monkey who for some reason has decided to target me. But as the call continued I realized that there was no way a human could make those sounds for that long or be that loud and intricate in tone. And how did he see me hunched silently in the corner of the trail? Did they have night vision equip?

At this point the calling finally stopped and everything was quiet. My mind snapped back to reality and I realized that staying in that spot was probably more dangerous than trying to move back up the trail away from whatever was farther down making the noise. I really didn't want to go back up, I was hoping to wait a few more minutes but I forced myself to start walking, picking up a large sharp rock for token protection. I walked all the way back and to my surprise survived walking through the dark thicket, at which point I began trying to make sense of everything that had happened.

Other notes: Just before this all happened at the top of the trail I had heard an odd childlike giggling sounds that appeared to come from far across the valley which I wrote off as a distant voice being amplified by the acoustics of the area. I heard this twice before starting down the trail.

Wow -- great report Ndillan. Welcome!

Did you report this to the BRFO, I recall reading this somewhere. I don't know how you kept yourself from runing

Creature where in Texas did your encounter happen?

Did you eventually resort to using a flashlight ?
What did it look like ?

I thought so too. Ndillan posted it here also.

Hi all, this is my second post, I just found this forum last night and joined today to share in the "not sure" thread.

I didn't make a profile yet, I live in Louisville, Kentucky for reference. I hunted one year (90 or 91) with my dad at Taylorsville Lake about 30 miles from Louisville. This was the first time I'd deer hunted, I was in my mid-twenties. We had walked to back of this area very close to the lake and hunted all morning, and were walking out when I looked back & saw a deer standing on the road watching us. I started to shoot it but dad said not to as it was illegal to shoot one standing on the road. He said if I see one off the road go ahead but not on the roadway. We walked a bit further and I looked about 100 feet to the left of the road and saw brown hair flipping as something walked parallel to us in the opposite direction. This lake area is a state park but this spot was not being used yet so the grass & weeds were quite tall. I raised the gun and got a look thru the scope at the "fella" walking in the grass. It looked like a guy wearing all brown clothes, wearing a coon-skin cap or with longish hair. I remember the hair bouncing up & down as he stepped, and coon-skin cap for some reason always stuck in my mind. I saw his face for an instant, I didn't see any hair on the face but remember thinking he had "coarse" features. Upon realizing it was not a deer I immediately dropped the rifle (which is why I only saw the face for an instant) but tried to watch the guy thru the grass, which was difficult except for the shock of hair bouncing that first caught my attention. Dad & I discussed this not so long ago after I forwarded several reports, and he insists was just some idiot out there but I wonder. This area was extremely popular for hunting and the woods were full of people those few days we were there. I can't imagine someone being stupid enough to walk thru this area with absolutely no safety orange on, on opening day of gun season with the woods full of hunters. And walk a mere hundred or so feet off the road rather than up on the road in clear sight. So, not sure....

Not sure, number two. When I was 10 -12 years old, a family we were close to then bought some property in the back of a new development. We're talkin BFE here, at that time. They were in the middle of the woods and no one lived beyond them for several years. We spent a lot of time there, running the woods, wading the large creek, general kids-in-the-woods stuff. There was an animal in this area for quite a while that fits most of the typical BF activity reported. It was often heard walking in the woods just out of sight after dark, along with a rank smell. These people had dogs they stole from the completely wild mother and that pretty much ran wild themselves. They told us that they could never get the dogs inside, even when the temperature was severely cold, but when this thing came around they said the dogs would almost tear the doors off trying to get in. There were several weekend cabins on the way back to their property, and a couple of those were broken into & ransacked. A beagle was bitten or clawed across the rump and beat up a bit. One of their ponies was either killed or severely wounded one night, I remember that its side was supposedly torn open although I never saw it. Late one night, after a heavy snow, dad got a call to "come out right now & bring some guns, it's here". Dad told me they tracked it thru the woods for a couple of hours but could never see it. He did say they could hear it walking, and it would stop when they did. He said it was avoiding them, they would hear it up on the ridge and make their way up, then they'd hear it below. He said it did this for a while then they lost track of it. Another interesting part of the story, beyond these folks land there were logging "roads", just dirt paths the loggers had used prior to the land being parcelled out. One of these "roads" went thru a valley that none of the animals would enter. The landowner said he discovered this while trying to ride the pony thru this area, he said it would get to a point then stop, and he said he could NOT force it to go any further - and the dogs wouldn't enter either. Of course, we had to check this out, and sure enough when we got this area, the dogs broke off from us and went around this valley on the ridges, then came back down to the road and waited patiently for us to catch up. I recall dead silence in this area whereas there was always a lot of birds and other "normal" woods sounds anywhere else we ever went. The landownder died over 20 years ago but his widow still lives there, I would like to get in touch with her and ask if she's ever seen anything.

Not sure, number three. Assuming you read my first two replies, while discussing the hunting incident with my dad, and his insistence that it was just a guy, he told me that he thinks he saw a BF one day. Dad always hunted & fished a lot so I was curious if he'd ever encountered one. He said him & a buddy were fishing in a remote spot one day and that there was "someone" sitting across the lake against the tree. He said it was too far away to make out details, but he said regardless of where they were around the lake, this "person" always remained facing them. He said he finally looked back over after a while and it was gone, but that it had remained there quite a while. He thought at first it was just someone sitting there "keepin an eye on them" but upon further reflection and after reading more about BF, he thinks it might've been one. Not sure, though...

Ok, one more and I'll shut up! A third friend of ours and the family discussed in my second post above told me a story back when all this was going on. There was speculation then that this might be a bigfoot, and when I asked if he had ever seen one he said he did when he was a kid. The story went that when he was ~14, living in a remote area in Florida, he was home alone and had a BF walk up on the porch of their house and stand there looking in. He was scared and got a hunting bow, nocked an arrow and drew the bow back as far as he could with his feet and both hands (this would've been before compound bows) and shot this thing thru the screen. He said it ran off, I don't recall if it made noise or not and don't want to embellish. This doesn't fit the topic but since it ties in and I was on a roll I thought I would share it. Sorry if I've rambled...

Hi everyone--back again to add a little more info. I hope someone can relate to my thoughts on this. I do find it hard to believe that BF could be present in PA, but it is a strange state; despite the big population centers in the SE and SW there is an incredible amount of land that is wild--even desolate. The area where the above situation took place was a part of the Allegheny National Forest--an immense tract of forest that runs (in some places) unbroken to the NY line.

Anyway, as I said earlier, we never thought "BF!" at the time because we weren't expecting to see something like that in this part of the country. In retrospect, however, we did wonder, and a few other incidents are worth considering as part of the overall picture.

Before I was born (about 1966) he was hunting in Clear Creek State Park (about 5 miles or so from where the '83 incident took place). It was the second season archery event (right after Christmas) and there was snow on the ground. As dad travelled down a hollow, he cut some tracks that he described as strange. They were, as he recalled, human-like and large. Thinking they might be from a lynx
or bobcat (distorted from snow-melt and re-freezing), he decided to follow them. As he told it, he followed for about 1/4 a mile and then got the weirdest feeling--you know, the "I am being watched" thing. He said the hair actually stood up on his neck. He decided to get out quickly, and did so. As in our other encounter, at no time did he think "BF" (I am not sure he had even heard of it then; this was before the Patterson film and the big 70's media flap that followed). It was only after the '83 incident that he began to connect the dots and wonder.

Finally, one more anecdote. Many guys hunt powerlines in that area. The spectacular several-hundred yard shots that I guess are more common out west are not a major phenomena here; most game is shot well under a hundred yards: the exception is powerline hunters, who often spot deer and bear from hill to hill at sevral hundred yards (up here they call them "mountains" but you folks from out west would laugh at us). A guy I know stopped in a bar up in the general area that I've been talking about. It was the afternoon of bear season, and a few disappointed hunters had given up on the bears and started to pursue beers instead. A pair told this guy an interesting story. They had been hunting a powerline, and at a distance of about 400 yards they had glimpsed what they called a "very stupid hunter" walking up over the hill and disappearing into the next valley. "Why was he stupid?" asked my friend. "A guy should know better than to dress totally in black at this time of the year!" was the reply. Hmmmm . . .

I see that many folks on here come from "classic" BF country, and I do think the odds are stacked against BF being here. If you read the PA sightings in Green's "The Apes Among Us" Sasquatch book, many of the sightings from this area sound more like stuff from the X-Files than encounters with an unknown animal. Any one out there care to discuss this?

Take care.

i used to have these woods aross the street from my house and well i was sleepingand like kind of woke up for no reason i tried to go back to sleep but i could not and then[gulp] i heard a huge bang on my house i it sounded like it was on my side of the house i sprang out of bed so fast and i ran into my moms room so fast :hide: :hide: i was like :wtf: :wtf:

Samoyedowner, It would be great if you got in touch with me.

Hi Legend--what's up?

this is only my second post to this forum, mostly i just read and learn what i can, but i did have a not sure encounter years ago so here goes: at the time i was about 15 or so and me and three buddies decided to go camping out in the woods behind my friends horse farm. this guy lived next door to me and i had lived there all my life but he had just moved there from the city and he didn't know much about the area or the woods for that matter. anyway the place we decided to camp was about 150 yards behind this huge field pretty deep into the woods. all we took was four sleeping bags and a cooler with some hot dogs to roast over a fire and some beer that we had snuck past his dad. now i know that i will get questioned about the beer but it really didn't have time to come into play in this situation. we were camped on top of a hill in a good clear spot with small creeks to the east and north of us. the trees around us were mostly big oaks and some pine trees. we set up camp and started looking for wood to burn and got the fire started. now i have to admit that we had drank a few beers apiece and that we were telling scary stories to see who would freak out first and want to leave. but what happened next we never expected. something hit the ground with a very very loud thud. to me it sounded like something jumped from a tree limb and hit the ground. well needless to say we all ask what the hell was that? well we didn't hang around to find out as it was pitch dark all around us except for the fire. we hauled ass outta those woods cooler in tow. we left the sleeping bags behind and the fire still burning. that night we slept in the stable with the horses. the next day we went back to the spot to get the sleeping bags and we noticed that they had been moved around a little and one looked like it had been picked up and dropped in a heap. that night in the stable we talked about what it could have been but nobody said anything about bigfoot because we didn't know anything about bigfoot. we assumed that it was a rotten tree limb that fell. the next day we looked for said tree limb but couldn't find any evidence of one falling. i have read a few reports where people have seen juvenile bigfoots in trees. we never seen anything or smelled anything or heard anything except the loud thud. when i say loud i want to put an empahsis on this because whatever it was that hit the ground that night was very heavy. so there's my not sure report for what it is worth.

keep em' up....

All great stories! Where did your encounters take place, Missing Link? (what state)

illnois

All my previous reports were in Kentucky. I popped on here to add a couple more "not sures"! A woman I dated (eye twitches uncontrollably...) bought a house across the Ohio River about 15 - 20 miles up in Indiana. Her place is on 5 acres but adjoins ~40 acres. This is in a very hilly area and it's sparsely populated where she's at. After I got hooked on the bigfoot thing and devoured everything I could find to read a couple of years ago, I decided she lived in a prime area to potentially have some activity. So, I asked her about it and downloaded some of the sound clips for her to hear. She was visibly shaken when she heard some of the clips and said she's heard the same thing on and off near her place. Other interesting things have occurred as well, which are similar in nature to other reports. Her house is literally built into the side of a hill, such that the lower level is a walk-out basement and the second level is "ground" level where you normally enter the house. There is a deck that runs almost completely around the house at the second level at ground level on the uphill side of the house. On the downhill side, the deck is over the exit doors of the basement (confused yet?) & the carport. She said if someone heavy walks on the deck, she can feel/hear it in the house, and that on several occasions late at night she felt/heard someone or something heavy walking around on the deck. She's also heard something that sounded like a biped walking and at times running down the hill toward her house. There was a new, large, heavy bag of dog food that was found a distance from her house ripped apart. She had two fierce chows that ran free on the property so I thought it somewhat unlikely that coyotes would've taken the food. She came home one day after all these events to find her large male chow dead, with no gunshots or signs of trauma other than blood coming from the snout. She said she also heard something on the carport near the basement door once too, while she was up on the deck above it. She said she got scared and went back inside because it sounded big. As of the last time I inquired about it she had never seen anything. Soooooooo, still not sure......

On another note, I asked a woman I work with if she'd heard anything out of the ordinary after she bought her place a couple of years ago. She bought an old farm house on an acre or two but adjoining a large farm. Her place is only a few hundred yards from the Ohio River in Indiana. She said something was "raisin hell" in the woods across the fields from her house the summer she bought it. She said it sounded like a bird but nothing she'd ever heard before. I let her listen to some of the sound files too and said the one from Sierra Sounds where there's whistling sounded similar to what she heard. I've asked her several times since if she's heard anything else but she didn't spend a lot of time there last summer and hardly any outside in the evenings like she did when she first bought the place so she hasn't heard anything else. Prior to this her and her husband lived on a few acres next to the family farm, and they had a stand of trees across the road with some structures where they often had picnics and other gatherings. This is only a couple of miles from her new place. One night they both heard something in the "grove" and walked over with a flashlight to see what it was. She said they could hear it moving around, that it was "right there" but they could never see anything. When she realized they'd gotten a little distance from the house, and pointed out that neither of them were armed if it happened to be something dangerous (she thought maybe a big cat at the time), she convinced her husband they should go back inside.

Still working on it I'm afraid.... but hopefully soon I'll have something to post ... sad thing is its just a foot print in the dirt ... after all this I hope I don't get too much heat for having such boring images from my film ... perhaps if I filmed some trees we could have a discussion about wither what I filmed was trees or poles.. really.. it would probably be more exciting... Well, sorry it took a while to respond. Keep an eye out for the images soon. Hopefully in a couple of weeks... Take care everyone!

July 1984, on the edge of Lenexa(suburb of KC) Kansas. I was 16 on my first road trip. Tom and I went to see our buddy Dave who moved from Omaha the year before. His house was basically in a remote exerb. At 10 P.m. or so we went out cruising. He bought some cigars(really!) so we looked for a place to smoke em. We drove for a few minutes until he fount a little road which led back to a small electrical station I think. the road ended so he turned his car around facing back to where we came from. We got out and stood around in a little circle lighting up the cigars. To be honest, it was a little spooky from the start. Not long after we heard some footsteps in the pitch black trees surrounding us. We were laughing and b.S ing about it, but soon there was a tremendous crash in there as if something ripped a thick branch off a tree. I remember that sound as being a big sound. We started screaming in panic and ran back to the car and took off. We got back to the house in a panic. We stole some beer from his parents and had a couple. I was pretty shook up but I wanted to drive back around this place. I convinced them we would just drive back and slow down around the entrance to this road. As soon as we got close(he had a convertable) a terrible thick stench engulfed the whole area. This is the best evidence, because it wasn't there when we drove up an hour or so earlier. This tells me, because I have read at BFRO, that these things can exude a terrible odor. I know farm and skunk smells, this wasn't them(do other animals have this characteristic?). I firmly believe we had an encounter with a bigfoot. Your thoughts?

I lived in Washington State for most of my life (40 some years) and now live in the Southwest. When I lived in Washington I was an avid outdoorsman since I was a kid. I never hunted but I did extensive hiking, bicycling, fishing, backpacking, canoeing and boating. In addition to Washington I spent a lot of time in British Columbia, Idaho and Montana. Over the years I hiked, biked and floated over hundreds of extremely remote miles in those areas. Some trips would be 3 week backpacks where we would see only a few other people.

My friends and I of course heard all the Bigfoot stories and were curious about it, but even with all that outdoor mileage we never had any direct sightings. However, I did have 3 strange experiences that really made me wonder about it.

1) In the mid ‘70s I was walking along a remote mountain road with a girlfriend. It was extremely dark and no other people or cars had been noticed. Walking along, I started hearing a crunch, crunch, crunch in the trees along the road, like something was walking there, just 30 feet away or so. I would stop, the sound would stop. I would walk, the sound would start again, following us. I did this several times, start, stop, same thing. It was something fairly big. It could have been a person stalking us, but it’s hard to imagine that way out there. I never heard of a deer or bear stalking like that. And there was too much crunching for it to be a deer. Finally got back to the car and got out of there.


2) In the mid to late ‘70’s I had the scariest experience. My friends and I were backpacking in a very remote area near Sherman Pass, about 20 miles east of Republic, Washington. We had set camp for the night and were about ready to go to sleep. It was very dark, no moon. Then we heard this blood-curdling scream, maybe 50 feet away. It was dark and it was coming from behind some trees. The hair stood up on our necks. This went on for 10 minutes or so. It came from a large animal. It wasn’t a wolf. It was similar to some of the Bigfoot recordings on the net. Whoooaaa…. And some higher screams. It possibly could have been a cougar, but it wasn’t like the cougar recordings I’ve heard. Plus it went on for so long, it really freaked us out. It finally stopped and eventually we slept. I read an article once that scientists had found that the frequency signature of scratching fingernails on a chalkboard was very similar to the danger call of howler monkeys. They said that’s why fingernails on a chalkboard makes your hair stand on end (which is an old trait from animals to make themselves look bigger when in danger). Anyway, it was like that.

3) About 4 years ago I was in Mt. Ranier national park, just on a day hike. I was on a hillside, it was very quiet. Then I heard something that sounded like something banging a big piece of wood against a tree. It was pretty regular, a big bang about every 1-2 seconds. Like someone banging a tree with a baseball bat. It wasn’t an axe, you could hear more of a bong sound than an axe digging in. Based on the echoes I could estimate it being in deep forest a hundred yards away. I was pretty puzzled, it wasn’t a woodpecker, it was too fast for it to be a deer or elk hitting a tree. Then what was weird is I heard an “answer”. A similar sound of pounding a tree with a log came from a mile or so away. Then a few more whacks from the nearby one, answered with some whacks from the far away one. I suppose it could have been some people with some signaling system, but it sure sounded like a lot of energy going into making this sound by something big.

I’m generally a skeptic by nature, and I still think Bigfoot is more likely to not exist than exist. However, I do think it’s possible. My experiences aren’t any proof, but they sure make me wonder.

Thanks for sharing those "possibles" with us, Former_Northwester.

Just curious, did you ever get around to the Mt. Adams or Skookum Meadows areas in your adventuring? Not sure how far you ranged in your hiking activities. If Sasquatches do exist, I am a firm believer that Washington State, BC, and the mountains of Oregon are literally ground zero and it will be from that general area that we have the best chance of eventually coming up with a specimen (dead or alive).

I'm living in the southwest, too, but just recently spent a couple of weeks in Washington on a more or less personal bigfoot hunt with my son Devorak.

I never did much hiking around Mt. Adams. I started off in Eastern Washington, including Northern Idaho and Montana - including the awesome Glacier National Park. I had a great view of some huge Grizzly Bears there. Then moved to the West, but mostly was in the North Cascades. Plus some great trips to British Columbia. Once you get north of Vancouver BC is very sparsely populated.

I'll keep an eye out for news from Skookum or Oregon.

This whole subject is so interesting since neither side of the issue has an advantage. It could go either way.

Wow, my friend was able to get the images off of my Hi-8 film! Sorry they appear so poor as I am quite disappointed along with all of you in how the video image captures turned out. I am just happy that I finally get to share them with you... I wish I had got closer, or at least gave the camera to my friend to film the track when he tried to go up the hill, but oh well. Like I said its a possible old Sasquatch track, and it just seemed hard to believe that a human would make a track so deep and jump 10-15 feet down onto the highway... I'm sorry I didn't film the other tracks higher up on the hill, and now when I look at these captures I don't even see any in the higher distance ... but my friend told me there were some... Oh and another correction ... my friend got from what I can tell to be about 7 feet away from the track, not 10 as I had said earlier... Sorry about the mistakes, they were guesses as I had only looked at the film several times and I did not want to wear it out. Well, here they come...

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Nah I haven't posted to the BFRO yet, mainly because I'm planning on doing some follow up research in the area. But I doubt I'll find anything since my theory is that this was a small group moving through the area just following the dry spell we had here in late Sept. The week before this all the local wilderness reserves were closed due to the increased fire risk. I had seen a pack of coyotes roaming another trail I frequent and all sorts of wildlife wierdness was going on around that time.

I certainly would have ran if there were anywhere to run to! This happened on an old indian trail that's basically a bunch of switchbacks that goes straight down a steep overgrown slope into a valley. The trail is the only way in or out. I can honestly say that after whatever it was screamed at me on the second switchback I was prepared to die right there. I had no weapons and nowhere to run.

ndillan
YIKES!!!
Let us know what happens with your research in that area.

BUMP

Would love to hear more of these from the newer members . . .

I have not posted this on the BFRO site though I do have a sound encounter posted here from 2000. The person investigating that report erroneously reported the sound came from the "lip area of the volcano" but that is not true. I was at the base of the cinder cone (Sunset Crater) near the road and the sound was emanating from the trees 20 to 30 feet above the road and maybe 60 to 100 feet below the crater rim on the outside slope near my position.

Anyway on to the "Not Sure" encounter; I lived in Red Bluff, California during the years 1991 to 1992 in order to help out a friend start a computer networking business in his hometown. My wife and I decided to take a drive to the nearest California coast on a bright sunny day in the summer of 1992 (maybe May or June, I don't remember exactly) since we hadn't done so up to that time and, originally being from the desert of El Paso, Texas I wanted to get a view of the ocean. We took our oldest daughter who was about nine years old at the time and our one year old son on this trip from Red Bluff to Eureka, California. We drove on Highway 36 since that seemed to be the most direct way between the two cities. What I didn't know was that this perfectly paved two lane road reduced to a one lane dirt road when it hit the upper altitudes and passes somewhere around South Fork Mountain near Dinsmore (it has been so long I am not sure of the exact location) and then reverted back to a nicely paved two lane road several miles later. While we were on this road we saw very few cars coming the other way so it is not a very well used road or at least it wasn't back in 1992. My wife was in her second trimester of her pregnancy of what turned out to be our youngest daughter several months later. During our traverse of the one lane dirt portion of highway 36, my wife needed to take one of her frequent call-of-nature stops (for those who don't know, pregnancy compresses the bladder leaving less room, consequently requiring more bathroom stops). I pulled the car over as much as I could since we had dense forest on either side and I didn't want to block the one lane in case of traffic from either direction. It was a beautiful area and you could see patches of giant redwoods clumped together sticking far above the sea of the smaller, more prevalent, pines in that particular area (the redwoods would become more prevalent the closer we approached to the coast). My wife got out of the car and was trying to work her way a few feet into the dense underbrush on the north side of the east-west trending road to be out of eyesight when my nine year old mentioned that something didn't feel right. I was about to ask her what she meant by that when my wife came running back with a panicked look about her and her blue jeans not quite buttoned. My wife rushed into the car and slammed the door and said that something was out there in the woods which she couldn't see but she could feel that she was being watched as she was about to take care of business. Being casually interested in the bigfoot phenomenon because of our proximity to Bluff Creek (never been there though) I never knew about the overwhelming feeling of being watched that others had experienced until a decade later reading encounters on the BFRO web site which, of course, didn't exist at the time. It was only through reading those encounters many years later that I consider this a bigfoot encounter though still in the "not sure" category. Anyway, being intrigued and young and not feeling anything myself, I decided to investigate what my wife experienced. I opened up my door on the driver's side and stepped out and was immediately hit with exactly what my wife described. As mentioned in my Arizona encounter, I have had run ins with bears where I have even felt the top curve of a bears claws underneath my shoulder and the only thing separating me from it was the canvas floor and side of our pup-tent which was a feeling of fear that was quite different from what I felt on that lonely dirt stretch of road in the silent woods of Northern California. That feeling of being watched stopped me for a moment since I had never felt anything like that before and I couldn't comprehend that something like this feeling was really possible. Curiosity getting the better of prudence, I left the driver's side door and commenced to the rear of our Dodge Caravan with my eyes glued to the upsloping forest on the passenger side of the car where this feeling was coming from. I cleared the back of the van still looking up into the forest and dense underbrush trying to peer into the deep shadows there as I approached edge of the forest. My bear encounters were fear of not knowing what the bear would do next in each case but the feeling I got as I approached the edge of the woods this day was that I was being intently watched by something that had me hopelessly outclassed and the intensity of the feeling spiked sharply upward the closer I got to the shadows hiding whatever had me under observation. As I peered intently into an even darker portion of the shadows and not seeing anything moving I was hit with a feeling that I had better get out of there now! I backed up, not wanting to turn my back on whatever it was while I could hear my daughter's muted cries for me to get back in the van. As soon as I had cleared the back door of the van the fear overwhelmed me and I jumped for the drivers side door, opened it, got in quickly slamming the door shut and tore out of there. I have never felt anything like that before or since and both my wife and daughter still bring it up sometimes to this day. Not seeing anything and not hearing anything has kept me from really putting a name on it even though I have now read similar accounts which is also why I have not reported it on the BFRO site. Anyway, we made it without further incident to Eureka and took a different road back once the vacation was done.

bswearingen, this is a great report but I am certain I have read it somewhere else. Did you post this on another site, or am I having an X-Files moment?

lol...I was thinking the same thing! I read that somewhere else too.