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I just thought with all the new members that someone might have a new story to share.

Well since someone else has been kind enough to -bump- this topic again, I thought I'd jump in and thank everyone so far who has participated in it.

It's been great fun to read these adventures and try to decide for myself which ones might well have been authentic encounters. Some of them give me goose bumps!

I'd love to see this topic pinned, but that's a matter for the Big Dudes, not me.

Let's keep it going!

Great Thread !!
Wish I had a tale to tell !!!!

As a young boy back in the mid to late 60's, we use to vacation at my Grandmothers farm. It was just outside of Ravenna, Oh., off Cableline Rd. The road was sparsely populated at the time, only a few houses on that stretch. There were numerous stories one summer of a large hairy "thing" that would lurk in the ditches along the road and than rise up to about 10 feet tall and chase whoever was walking or driving along the road. These stories were on the news from Ravenna, to Atwater. I was not allowed to play outside that whole time unless someone was with me and never after dark. On several nights I'd heard thumping and banging against the house. There was a type of back porch on the house that was enclosed however had no door, where we stored stacks and stacks of empty RC cola bottles. They would save them all year until I came up. It was my job to clean them out and load them in the car to take to the store for a refund. I always got half the money for helping. I remember something getting in there one night and knocking the bottles all over. What ever it was had to be big cause it made an awful racket and even tried to get the door open. Grandmpa and Grandma said it was a dog but it sure sounded bigger to me. The window in the back door nor the front door and window across the room had curtains. I always hated walking past those widows at night. I always felt watched. I do remember my Grandad and Uncles would never go into the woods across the road without a shotgun or a rifle and would never take me with them. No matter if it was hunting season or not.
The state bought the property and it is now part of West Branch Reservoir. the houses are gone now but I have driven up that road and parked in the old driveway and to this day its so very, very quiet there and I STILL feel like I'm being watched.
(other stories from around the area also.)

Hi there!

I have enjoyed this thread tons! I had a "not for sure" sighting. Some brief background first. We go up to Lake Superior in the months of the last part of July or first part of August. We usually encounter perfect weather at that time - usually around a perfect 75 degrees. Many years ago (many 10 years), we were up there our usual time of year and I do believe we were staying someplace in Two Harbors, Minnesota. We usually take a long drive up to Grand Marais, Minnesota to visit a donut shop up there that has WONDERFUL donuts (fresh). We would go up there to also visit the various little shops also (typical tourist trap). Lately it hasn't been that good so we've opted to not make the trip anymore and just stick to local areas and have a restful time.

Okay! This "not for sure" sighting would have happened in the years we were making our usual trips up to Grand Marais for donuts. During our drive between Two Harbors and Grand Marais there are long distances where there is basically nothing around (no stores, etc.). We were driving along and I was in passenger seat just enjoying the scenery. In one of the areas along the scenic route on our way to Grand Marais, I caught sight of an individual walking further down into what would have been a "ditch" area. What struck me as immediately odd is the fact they had a "fur" jacket on with the hood up and when I looked back, "fur" pants to match. Believe it or not - bigfoot/sasquatch didn't even begin to come to mind when I saw this individual. I remember commenting to hubby that I wondered why this individual had a winter fur jacket on with the hood up on such a beautiful day (75-degrees). I remember commenting on how weird it was. I then went on to say, "oh well, maybe it's a homeless person having to carry everything they own and maybe it's easier to wear the clothing rather then carry it." That is about the time I noticed the matching "fur" pants and commented on how REALLY weird that was. The thought had entered my mind that there was nothing in the way of a destination close by and I mentioned to hubby, "Gee, I sure hope this individual isn't hitch-hiking because they aren't likely to get a ride looking that strange." I then mentioned that this individual sure could use a shave (noticing some odd hair on the face). One thing I am going to mention though - other then the apparently odd clothing (fur jacket and matching pants) - I can't begin to express just how human the face looked with the exception of what appeared to be some strange hair pattern (very sparse but looked longer and very straight). When I looked back at this individual their eyes met mine. The face was just as human as any human face I've ever seen.

Thinking back now, I'm still not willing to determine that it was a sighting but it was indeed a strange sighting. In 75-degree weather why in God's name would anybody need a hooded fur jacket with fur pants to match? The color of the fur was basically an ugly color even (grayish brown). The individual was walking in the ditch and I remember their arms basically crossed over chest like a person would have looked if say they were carrying something. I don't have a recollection of hands or feet. I would say this individual if viewed as a fellow human would have been a female (didn't notice any breasts) or a very young male around 18 to 21 years of age. There was no obvious destination in sight. It looked to be a "purposeful" hike rather then just a leisure hike. Because this individual was walking in the ditch, I am unable to come up with any judgement or opinion of the height of this individual. But the one thing that is burnt in my mind is my eyes meeting theirs and how profoundly human the face was with the exception of some odd hairs on the face. If what I saw was a bigfoot sighting - this individual was no more threatening in appearance then you or I.

I still am not willing to call this any kind of sighting by any stretch of the imagination - but I can definitely look back and think - hmmmm, I wonder? I think I've covered everything regarding this strange sighting.

Hey, I know exactly what you mean! We have security lights in our driveway and our back yard and enough wild life to keep them going. We live in a normal neighborhood area, but there are areas of parks for the city to enjoy so we do have raccoons, rabbits, rarely deer, cats, squirrels, birds, geese and even 2 chickens and 1 rooster one time. I'll be darned if I know the reason for the chicken and rooster sighting, but it was funny watching the driver ahead of me herding 2 chickens and 1 rooster out of the road. The rooster was crowing all the way with his head held up high proudly as he followed his two chicken friends.

Anyhow, sometimes when our security light goes off I always look out the side door or one of the back windows depending on which one goes off, and I often think that if a bigfoot face was staring back at me I don't know what my reaction could possibly be other then a blood-curdling scream and maybe a heart attack or two. :help:

My not sure sighting occoured near Groveland Ca a small community just out side of the Yoseimite Natioanls Parks main entrance on the western office. Our home was bordered by a remote area of river canyons and national forest land. My twin brother and i were at a friends house a mile from ours. Between the 2 homes was a deep boggy creek full of black berrys lush foilage and big timber. It was spring time yet it had started a lite snow fall and was getting dark. we were seven at the time so my dad walked down to get us he stayed and visited till just before dark we headed back to word hime on the old road. Now at the time, 30 years ago, there was maybe only a couple of homes in the entire area. When we came up to the creek there were enourmous bare foot prints in the dusting of snow that came out of the creek bottom crossed the road and went back into the drainage toward the forest land beyond Now my dad is a serious outdoors men and has live in Tuolomne country his whole life of 75 years. He had always heard the stories especially the 1963 monster story out of the strawberry area(check the BFRO site fot CA sightings Under Toulomne County) this was 1974 and I remember how these tracks stopped him dead. They were huge. I asked him what made them and he just shrugged and stared after them for so long my brother and i were getting very scared. He measured them with a stick and then we went home and got the tape out 17.5 long and 5 wide at the ball. Anyway I can tell you these growing up around the logging community here in Tuolomne county. Many people see or here these creatures and only tell close friends and never make a report. We know 8 people of very credible back ground that have seen and will not report the incident. The majority of these come out of the drainages above the Strawberry area like herring creek and eagle meadows It is my belief most sightings go unreported anyway thats my story hope you enjoy it

Sage, Laurie, and Bu...
Thanks for sharing those stories. I'm so glad we have this forum to share this kind of stuff with others who have a similar interest.

Keep em coming folks!

Angels

Sagehunter, your story makes me want to visit Yosemite area again. It's compelling evidence, to my way of thinking, when an entire community of locals keep stories like this to themselves -- especially when the accounts seem to continue on through the years with some degree of regularity. Much more believable than published (i.e. Ten O'Clock News) accounts.

And LaurieB, my gosh what a memory to have! It sounds like you got a pretty good look at this "individual", as you call it. Did you ever have the urge, around the time of the sighting, to go back and look around for footprints, or did the whole scenario freak you out? I guess it's completely possible that a man would be wearing a weird furry outfit, but I sure wouldn't want to put any money on such a thing, would you? Almost more reasonable to consider this an unknown animal sighting than a human.

High quality "not sures" in these last few submissions! Bushape, your account gave me the willies. I spent a fall and winter "cabin sitting" for a rich dude many years ago at a remote wildnerness area up in the Idaho panhandle. It was on the far side of Spirit Lake (not the Spirit Lake of Mount St. Helens fame -- that one is in Washington), accessible only by boat. The cabin I was staying in was one of two on the same property, but the other one was vacant. The cabin was built on a small rise and had huge windows on three walls overlooking thick, gorgeous forest and at night I'd sometimes stand in the living room and flick on the outside spotlights -- almost afraid to see what they might reveal! This was long enough ago that at the time I had no idea that area was actually considered possible BF habitat (not all that far from the place Bossburg, Washington). Even so, I knew this forest wasn't so very far from the Pacific northwest and at night I couldn't help but think about Bigfoot.

Thanks, all of you, for the reports.

Wow--I forgot about this thread; thanks for keeping it going, and keep 'em coming folks! Bush and Sage have given me more food for thought: how many great stories remain "local" and never are heard about? Makes me think about all of the rural places In PA I've been through!

Wow--I forgot about this thread; thanks for keeping it going, and keep 'em coming folks! Bush and Sage have given me more food for thought: how many great stories remain "local" and never are heard about? Makes me think about all of the rural places In PA I've been through!

Hi Cochise! At the time I saw this sighting I thought absolutely nothing until years later and only because I was recently checking out an area five miles from us that had a reported sighting. It's funny I even remember it so long after. The memory of it came back to me when I was recently driving by a local armory property about five miles from where we live and was thinking about a bigfoot sighting I had read on-line in this area (ten years ago). I'm sitting there driving thinking of this sighting and basically trying to determine if this area could still be an area viable enough for bigfoot. Suddenly, my mind wandered off into thinking about Lake Superior and our various trips up there and that memory just came back to me. If I had been thinking of it at the time of the sighting I would have made my husband go back so I could have taken a better look and investigate what I had seen better. The whole idea of a bigfoot sighting makes me plenty nervous and afraid. I'm thinking in a car would be the most ideal and safest way to have a sighting and it would be my choice of places to have one. At least if you're in a car you can put the pedal to the medal and get the heck out of the area real quick like if you have to.

One thing I've observed in reading the various bigfoot sightings is, there has to be more then a few species of them. The reported physical appearances of the creatures sighted varies greatly when you read from one report to the next. The way the various bigfoot creatures have responded to a human being in their territory also differs greatly from one sighting to the next. If what I saw was a bigfoot walking in the ditch, I can only say that it looked profoundly human and not in the least threatening. If we ever actually come into physical contact with this creature - I can only hope it will be as non-threatening as this individual's appearance would indicate because the whole idea of an actual sighting scares me to death. I don't mind seeing them from a moving car or from a great distance. Our last trip up to Lake Superior we stayed at a cabin with no phone. We will not do that again.

I'm in Minnesota, and I too wonder how many stories are kept secret. I haven't found that many reports for Minnesota. We go up by Lake Superior in the summer but never go off the beat and path. We did hike a little across the road from Lake Superior to check out a spot for fishing, but I started thinking about bears and decided I didn't want to stay so we started walking back. We met up with a woman who had her dog with her and she was picking berries. We stopped to chat with her a bit and she was telling us some of the wild life she has met up with but her dog would usually warn her. We said our good-byes and drove a bit further up the road and stopped on a small bridge, but by that time I was imagining bear huffs and we decided to leave. Me, nor hubby, are very brave with that kind of stuff. We also checked out an area that had a beautiful but deserted little lake and not a soul was around. We'd like to feel free to just get out and enjoy a spot like that, but have decided to stay away from areas like that. The only sighting I want to have is either in the car or from a long long distance by field glasses. The most hiking we've done up there (aside from tourist shopping) is at Temperance River campground. I have to say these days rest stops freak me out a little when there is no one else around. I read of a sighting at a rest stop so I will be more alert when we stop at one. The last place we stayed was a nice little cabin in Two Harbors but the place didn't have a phone. We really enjoyed the area because we were right on Lake Superior, but since reading some sightings I don't care for the "no phone" thing.

Taken from my epic 3 parter: http://www.bigfootforums.com/index.php?showtopic=9397

"The Frightening"

I have recently submitted this account to the BFRO but as of this posting it is not on their site.

This account is more detailed however -

When: 1985
Where: Oologah Lake - Oologah Ok.

I had taken my girlfriend (now my Mrs.) to the shore of Oologah lake to "party" a while.

We had driven my pickup down an abandoned dead end (yes, another dead end), Corps of Engineers road that followed the lake shore, and then I took another smaller and very rocky road that led directly down to the lake.

This was MY spot as I had grown up in this area riding dirt bikes and hiking.
My lake road destination was unused, very remote, and I would be able to hear anyone approaching in a vehicle.

It was dark out and I don't remember any moon.

The lake shore was covered with willowy trees and hardly any underbrush.
Directly next to this spot was a large mossy pond which didn't hardly hold much water.
Most of the water would run off into the lake.
The pond was covered in cattails and was very sloggy and muddy and was perhaps 1' to 18'' deep at most.
This is a pond I would describe as "snakey" and wouldn't be able to walk in without getting stuck due to the mud.

Well, anyway, I lit a small romantic fire and we throw down a pallet and eventually start to "make love".

After awhile my girlfriend goes, "Did you hear that?", and I'm like, "No.", and so I listen.
And I hear heavy footsteps coming at us from across the pond.
SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH. - each about 2 seconds apart.
My blood ran cold.
I knew what kind of pond that was and something was walking right thru it without having to work at walking.

Now let me just add - if someone were trying to sneak up on us to "watch" - all they would have to have done was walk around the pond bank - as there was little ground cover.

But no, this thing knew we were there and it was coming straight at us thru this swampy pond.

Crap!

I had a noisy Colt replica .22 pistol that I kept loaded with long hollow points and I grabbed it and yelled something like, "Hey!".

The footsteps stopped a few seconds and then SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH.

I yelled something like, "I've got a gun you mother #%&#**!@, you better get outta here!"
And closer came - SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH.
And then I fired my pistol in the air...

The footsteps stopped and then SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH. SPLOOSH.

By that time I was really, REALLY afraid and I fired directly at the sound.
The footsteps stopped and they started back up, coming even closer, now probably within 15 or 20 yards.

I yelled to my woman - "Let's get outta here!", and we left everything and ran for the truck.

I jumped in and got the pickup started and threw it in reverse and beat our way back up that rocky trail expecting all the while a bigfoot to hurl itself onto my truck.

I got on the main road and hooked it on out of there - never to return.

Now, again, let me say, this pond was mucky and snakey and nobody in their right mind was going in there even with waders on because you would be stuck.
And there was no REASON for anyone to BE there.
And this was no bear.
It was walking on two legs in a heavy determined manner.
This was either some strong lunatic who didn't mind getting shot at - or a bigfoot. That's all I can figure.
I might add - I don't know what direction the wind was coming from but I don't recall smelling the foul odor.

We, on the other hand, were in the middle of "making woopie" and my partner was still a little on her "time of the month".
I have often thought that this may have drawn it in.

I did not make this up and whenever my wife and I tell anyone about this we both get the heebie jeebies big time.

This lake also runs up to Nowata, Ok. where there were sightings then.

I didn't see what it was and I'm glad.

Believe It or Leave It.

In the words of Frank Barone, "Holy Crap!"

I've seen some scarey reports, but to be five feet away from anything or anyone trying to open your truck doors I can't even imagine that kind of fear! I've heard of bears opening up a vehicle like a can-opener, but when you hear something trying to open your vehicle by trying the door handles - that goes way beyond any animal behavior that any of us know of. Bears wouldn't be nice about using the vehicle's door handles first. They would just rip it open. I just don't believe this was a case of a human being snoopy here. Yikes!

A double "Holy Crap"

One second hand sighting and My *Very* Not Sure...

I grew up in Southern Illinois in a suburb area of St. Louis MO. I lived in a town of about 20K, but where we lived was on the southern edge on a dead end street with about a dozen houses on it all surrounded by woods. The country there has some bluffs and is not just flat farmland like much of Illinois.

A lot more houses have been built now, but at the time there was a mile or two of woods around us, broken by a small highway, and then many more miles of woods before you would get to the next town.

I spent a lot of time in the woods as a kid, both alone and with kids from my street. Building fires, shooting guns, your basic midwestern kid stuff. I don't recall ever seeing or witnessing anything strange myself while in the woods.

The sighting I heard about second hand

One kid on my street was about about 8 years older than me and pretty crazy. Dennis was more or less a pyro and gun nut. You'd hear him shooting his .22 in the woods and know it was him because he could pull the trigger so rapidly it sounded like a fully automatic machine gun.

A group of us were at his house and somehow got on the subject of bigfoot or weird creatures. He told us a story that scared the pants off of me at the time as I was only about 8 years old. He didn't tell the story with the intent to be scary at all, we were just talking and it was the middle of the afternoon.

Anyway, he said that when he was younger, he had awaken in the middle of the night and saw glowing eyes in his bedroom window, and the form of something big and hairy. The window was on the side of his house between two houses. His house backed up to the woods like all of ours did. We asked him if he thought it was a bear and he said no, but I think I remember him saying he did see teeth and hear breathing. With the foundation on their house the bottom of this window would have been about 4-5 feet off the ground.

He slept in the same room as his older brother and we asked if he yelled or woke up his brother to see it. He said he was too scared to even move. You could tell that he didn't like thinking about it, we of course wanted to hear more but he wasn't volunteering much. He got a little quiet. Basically the thing stared in the window for a while with it's glowing eyes and then left. I never asked if there were tracks or anything , I was too young to think about gathering evidence, I was just scared by the idea of what he was saying.

I heard this story in the late 70's, so his sighting would have been about in the range of 1971 or 1972. Anyway it seemed like he really believed he saw what he saw. The group of us talking there were of all different ages with me being the youngest. He never cracked a smile or ever volunteered anything about it afterward that I remember.

I also remember a third hand story about some kids seeing something big and hairy behind them on a trail in a deeper hollow of the nearby woods(in an area I usually didn't go) and then they ran like hell and never looked back. But I remember it being said that they got to their houses scared and crying.

My Not Sure

Anyway, my personal 'not sure' is very likely just a person but there was definitely something there.

During the summer when I was in high school, I worked at a fast food restaurant and would get home late, about 2:00 a.m. or so. This would have been about 1984 or 1985. Getting home so late, I got in the habit of staying up till 4 or 5 in the morning, either on the computer (commodore ) or reading.

My room had two windows, one that faced the street and one that was on the side of the house. In the summer my windows were open with just the screens on them but I always kep the blinds closed at night.

On one of those nights I was sitting quietly at the computer somewhere between 3 and 4 am. There was very little noise at all, no noise from my room and almost none from outside.

As I sat there in the silence, I started to hear quiet footsteps coming towards my window on the side of the house. I heard them approach from about 25 feet away, coming from the street side and stepping quietly, hearing the grass slightly with each steps. The steps kept coming and stopped exactly outside of the side window. If it was a person walking, I'd almost say they approached quietly but casually, no pauses between steps or anything to indicate an attempt at a high level of stealth.

I turned my head and stared at the closed blinds, knowing that somebody was standing right on the other side with only a screen between us. I was about 6 ft. from the window, too far to easily reach the blinds without getting up and making obvious noise myself, even the sound of my clothes moving would be easy to hear.

I sat there frozen for probably about 10 seconds staring at the window. I didn't hear any breathing or noise but whoever was there stayed there for a bit. With the blinds closed tighty there was really no way to see in the room or out.

With huge relief, I started to hear the footsteps again moving away in the same direction they came from. I stayed right where I was and waited a minute or two, then turned off the lights in my room and peeked out towards the street. I didn't see anything.

I never thought to look for footprints or anything the next day. At the time I figured it was most likely somebody being curious about the only light on in the area, although not many people would be walking around my dead end street at that hour as it really wasn't on the way to anything.

It wasn't until later that I remembered Dennis' story. So I don't know what I might have seen if I had found the courage to jump up and open the blinds.

With what I believe now, having seen the PG video in detail, I'm convinced these creatures are out there.

I'm glad I didn't yank those blinds open is all I can say, because without truely knowing that it could be something like Patty on the other side, I think it would have been pretty devastating if it was. I do feel sorry for people that have had that kind of experience, because with the level of fear I had without knowing seeing something like Patty at that point would be a shock that probably sticks with you forever.

If you see the eyes, you get to go to "Where the wild thing are."

Guess bursting out of the back of the truck and tackling it might have been a bad idea. :blacknblue:

Seriously that would have to make you just about mess yourself, especially upon finding the hair in the morning!

I had that exact experience of someone walking up to my bedroom window and heard the steps walking away. I was awake at the time still reading prior to falling asleep. When I heard the footsteps walking away I peeked out of my bedroom window - it was my big ole (ugly) ex son-in-law who had been peeking in the window looking for my daughter who was staying with me for awhile while she was going through her divorce. If you can believe it - he had been driven up there by his new girlfriend (and now present wife). I would much rather have seen bigfoot! :doh:

Well, if there are footsteps out the window again I'm going to have to dive for the cord and yank the blinds open. The way I feel now if I get a chance to see a bigfoot the shock will be worth it

I'm lucky in that I don't live in an area where finding a sasquatch on the other side of my windows is even a reality, but I can guarantee you that if it was a possibility - I think I would first of all let out a blood curling scream and maybe never get over it. Our security light goes off (we have other small wildlife) and I've looked outside to see what it was that set the light off and I have to say - since reading these forums I've often considered how I would react if it was a bigfoot and it doesn't look good. The most recent sighting around us was ten years ago (five miles away) and the area has since been developed since.

Hey LaurieB, You need to listen to the 911 call on B.F.R.O. website. Listening to that gave me the creeps but i think that guy was just a liiiiiiiittle more calm than i wouldve been in that same situation. Looking out my window to see something uglier than me staring back is NOT a thing of enjoyment. lol :willies:

Oh yes, I sure did hear that 911 call. It sounded pretty genuine to me! I wouldn't have been anywhere near as calm. As it is, I can truly be very proud of myself the last couple of days. I killed two centipeeds without letting out a blood-curdling scream for my hubby to come and do it for me. But I will admit - I did use a can of Raid to do it. One time I found a fishing spider in my laundry room that my daughter must have brought back from Kentucky with her. The darned thing (counting legs) was at least 3-inches in diameter. In this case I can be proud of myself also. I saw the critter and used a dish-towel to throw over it and I held it in place and screamed bloody murder for hubby to come. When he came downstairs he brought a kleenix with him (grinning slyly) and I really had to impress to him just how huge the darned thing was. I sent him upstairs to grab a clear candy jar I had and when he came back downstairs I "slowly" lifted the towel to get ready for the big capture and hubby was actually horrified. As we were looking at it through the clear candy dish hubby asked, "so what shall we do now?" I went upstairs and got a piece of cardboard and came back down and we slid it under the candy dish and spider and then brought it upstairs with us. We stood there marveling at the size of the thing but had to get it into a jar or something so I looked through the house for one. I got back with one and hubby decided to be a hero and conduct the operation all by himself and I have to say I certainly had my doubts and expressed those doubts too. But no, he had to do it himself. Well, he lifted the candy jar and at the same time thought he was going to easily put the jar over it and HE MISSED! The darned thing ran over my stove and was about ready to go down inside of one of the burners when it was finally captured. Here is hubby several times trying to slam the jar over the danged thing (chopping off some of its legs in the process), but he finally got it. We then had to figure out a way to get the jar cover on. Well, we accomplished that and punched some holes in the jar. We could have killed it, but not knowing what it was I wanted to take it to the University of Minnesota and have it identified. So that's how we found out it was a harmless fishing spider. I don't care how harmless it was - fact is - I would have moved out of the house if it had gotten loose. That is the only reason I started out brave enough to throw a dish towel over it in the first place. So! Using these types of tactics - I don't think we would have to worry about how I would react to a bigfoot sighting outside my window. Thing is - I don't think bigfoot would fit in a jar!

My not sure encounters(2)cover a span of two provinces and two different decades, the eighties and the nineties. Encounter #1, shortley after turning 16 years old in june my best friend Scott and I made plans to go camping west of Lethbridge, Ab. The weekend comes and we load up our gear into my dads truck and off we go into the wilds of the Porcupine hills.Dad dropped us off at a small spot off the Spring Point Road some thirty kms in from the Head Smashed In Buffalo Jump. Where we are camping is a small glade with a creek behind it.There is not soul around humanwise. We make camp and settle in for the evening with a nice fire. Later on the fire dying down we retire to our tents for some sleep.An hour or so later I awaken to some heavy footsteps accross the creek maybe 100 feet away.These footsteps seem to be pacing, next thing Scott and I know a rock hits the creek with a large bang/splash. Wholly CRAP what the hell was that.I will admit that it was a quick bedtime. :help:

Here is my "not sure" enounter I submitted it to north carolina bigfoot investigations about a year ago. So I simply copied and pasted it here cause I'm lazy.

Ok first of all let me say I have never seen a sasquatch. But I was stalked by someone or something for 3 years with very strange things happening along the way.


I lived in the Oakley section of Asheville about 4 blocks from where I live now with my parents. The road we lived on was a dead end and at the end of the road were train tracks. The road was pretty steep and had at the time around 5 houses including ours. 2 houses were on the left of the road and 3 on the right. There was a large wooded lot at the end of the road. Out front yard was rather large and was bordered on the right by a small patch of woods which went uphill. On the other side of those woods were houses. On the left of my house was my neighbors garden and in front of the garden was his house. Behind our house was a hill with another small patch of woods and behind that a large field which had been graded out but never used and had grown up a little.If you walked one direction in the field it took you to the train tracks and some woods. Another direction took you to a house and a two lane road.

It all started in Spring of 1992, me and my parents would sit on our deck at night. We always left the back porch light off because my dad was always yelling about the light bill. We would have turned if off anyway while sitting on the deck because it would be right in our face plus we just liked sitting in the dark. One night me and my mom were going to sit on the deck while my dad decided to go to bed. I went out the back door and heard something large run off. As it ran off I could heart gravel being thrown around. It was so dark I couldn't see anything and I jumped back in the house and flipped on the porch light. I stepped back outside and whatever ran off had stirred up a big cloud of dust. Another night me and my mom were sitting on the deck talking and we heard something large walking and I said something to my mom like "shhhh" and it heard us and ran off.

It was about this time of year that my dog started going nuts on a nightly basis. I would look around and find nothing. I would do everything I could think of to make him quiet for fear of the dog catcher being called. I would give him food, water, doggie treats, and even squirted him with a squirt gun a few times but as soon as I would go back inside he would start up again. One night he was barking and I heard someone or something walking in the woods right above him. I couldn't see what it was but it sounded heavy like a man. This would go on almost every night and I called the police a few times but they never saw anything. Sometimes when this went on I would go outside and have a gun with me and kind of hold it up in the air so if anyone was prowling they would see it and know I had one. But as soon as I would go in the house my dog would go nuts again and sometimes you could hear something walking again.

I would sneak out after dark and hide in various places in my backyard. Sometimes with a baseball bat or a gun. Usually nothing would happen until I gave up and went back inside. Alost as soon as I went inside my dog would go nuts and you could hear something walking in the woods. On a few occasions I would be hiding and something would be walking and you could hear it getting closer. Then it would stop and be quiet for a little while and then take off back in the other direction. Whatever or whoever it was somehow knew I was hiding in the dark.

This became so scary and annoying that I began to stay up till daylight every night for fear someone would break in on us. Our house was shaped like a lower case B and my bedroom stuck out from the rest of the house. The back wall of my bedroom was only about 2 feet from the driveway which wrapped around the house and stopped at the back door. A few times I would be woken up shortly after I went to sleep when the sun came up to a heavy thud on the back wall of my room. And I also remember hearing something heavy walking in my drive way because I heard gravel being kicked around. When I walked on the gravel it didn't make that much noise. I only had one window in my bedroom which faced the front yard so I never saw what made the thud or what walked in the driveway. I would get up and look out the back door but never saw anything.

On 2 different mornings I was woken up to a something screaming coming up my driveway. I could tell it was coming up my driveway because it kept getting louder as if getting closer. I got up and threw on my pants and shoes and ran outside and whatever it was was already over the hill behind my house and it sounded like it was near the end of the large field. There was alot of bushes and briars that went up that hill so its hard to imagine something could go through there so quickly. The screaming sound sounded very strange. I have never heard anything like it before that or since those two occassions. It sounded like it was in pain and it was very very high pitched. I got goosebumps and the hairs on my arms and neck stood up. Like I said this happened twice.

Between my bedroom and the kitchen was a hallway that was so large we used it for a storage room and guest room. I was sitting on the guest bed one night and talking to my brother on the phone. I looked up at a window in my kitchen and saw a face briefly and the face pulled out of the window almost as soon as I looked at it. I guess whatever or whoever it was saw me look up. I told my brother to hold on and I got my shoes on and a flashlight and a baseball bat and ran outside. I couldn't find a thing. I flashed the light at the window area and saw nothing. The next day I went outside to see if I could find some clues like cigarette butts or maybe something was dropped. At this time we assumed we were being stalked by some pervert. I found nothing but decided to look in the window to see what the prowler or whatever it was could see. I am around 5'11 and I couldn't see over the bottom curtains in the window. The face I saw was very high in the window. So whoever or whatever it was had to be close to 7 foot tall because I found nothing the previous night that they could have stood on. The face was white but it pulled away so fast I didn't notice anything else. I do know it had eyes and a mouth but it happened so fast I don't recall what they looked like. I just quickly recognized it as a face.

One night my dog was going nuts again and I went outside to look around. I was standing on my deck shining a floodlight we had bought. I saw two blue glowing eyes in the bushes. They were low to the ground and I knew they were eyes because they would blink once in awhile. My light was pretty powerful but I couldn't make out anything other than eyes. Which makes me think whatever or whoever it was was very dark. I had a bb gun and shot a few times in the area to try to scare it out but it didn't move. I then felt extreme fear and went inside and was too afraid to look outside again.

One day our fridge broke down so the man that owned our house bought another and hauled ours out to the road. That night I heard something moving the fridge around. I looked outside but couldn't see anything. After all of this stuff that had happened to us whenever I heard something I would do a sort of security check and check all the doors and windows. I stepped outside and it smelled like a skunk outside but 10 times worse. My dog was in the back of his dog house whimpering. I figured it was a bear and went back in for the night. One thing that strikes me funny is we have had a bear come through our yard at my current house and my dog is on the end of his chain trying to get to the bear, but that night he was hiding in the back of his dog house whimpering. And when the bear came through my current yard it didn't smell anything like I smelled that night. That night it was like a skunk had crawled up my nose and died.

Some other things I noticed were on nights of a full moon nothing happened. And during late fall and winter nothing happened either. In August of 1995 we had a falling out with the man that owned our house and moved. It didn't occur to me till about 5 years ago that it may not have been a person stalking us. I was interested in bigfoot as a kid thanks to "In search of.." and "The Six Million dollar Man". But got interested again when I saw "The legend of boggy creek" on Monstervision back in 1997. I admidt I have no proof it was a sasquatch but when I got a computer in 1999 I started reading bigfoot stories and noticed how some of the things people say happened to them were similar to what happened to us. . If it was a sasquatch my "theory" is it traveled by the train tracks and was attracted to our house because we threw alot of scraps into the weeds and my neighbor had a large garden.

So that is my story.

Hi Danny! Welcome, and great to have you! That is some story. So many people have experiences such as yours and when I read them I just get the chills. I am also surprised at the number of people who don't appear to have security lights. We don't have to worry about experiences such as you've had - but we do have security lights and when they go off it kind of gives you the creeps. I caught whatever it was one night and it was only a couple of large raccoons trying to get into the bird feed. Other times I'm sure it's rabbits or perhaps stray cats. Another time we have a woodchuck living under our shed in the back yard. I sure am glad to have those security lights though. They would be a real deterrant to a real prowler. I am glad we live far enough out to have some wild life but also very glad the area is too developed to experience a sasquatch. Thanks for your story!

Thanks for the welcome Laurie. I have security lights now.

During the fall of 2004 I decided to stop at one of the gravel parking lots of a state park near where I live and make a few B/F calls. I was on my way home from the next town after a Taco Bell run for the kids. As soon as I pulled into the empty parking I turned off my headlights and already had the window down. Before I could make the whoop call I was going to try, something made it for me. The call was whoop-whoop...whoop-whoop. I then made the call and something made the call back at me, but each time I heard the call it seemed to be moving away from us. Out of curiousity I began going back at least 3 times a week after dark. I brought my wood block with me and after the wood tap..tap I was making, a screach owl call answered back. It got to the point that all I had to do was tap the block a couple of times and the screech owl call would come closer and finally to the edge of the woods. With this I began throwing an apple into the woods from beside my truck. The last and best encounter took place after doing this for about 3 weeks. I tapped on the wooden block, the screach owl call began and started coming nearer until reaching the edge of the woods and then the screech owl call changed to a high-pitched, "Wah!" That gave me chills and I tossed the apple and heard it hit the ground. I then heard footsteps going toward where the apple hit. At that point I got back in my truck and left. Soon after this last encounter bow season began, and when spring arrived things were never the same. This parking lot is where the hunters park and then work their way into the woods. My 14 year old son and myself went back there about a week ago and something was knocking sticks together on each side of the parking. One side would would tap, tap and immediately the other side answered back with tap, tap, tap. It was pretty cool for us both, but no more screech owl calls and after we throw the apples there are no footsteps, but we do hear a few sticks breaking while we are there. O.K., blast away.

Did it occurr to you to make a recording of the sounds?

Could it have been a screech owl making the calls and maybe a coyote or other varment getting the apples?

If you where intuitive enough to bring your wood block it stands to reason you brought a tape recorder.

Hi Tims, and thanks for your vote of confidense. As a matter of fact I did put a small tape recorder on the tail gate of my truck. I think the call could have been a screech owl up to where it changed it's call to: "WAH!" I don't really know if anything got the apples, I just know I heard footsteps in the woods. One time as I was leaving the parking lot I drove out in a circle like I always do, but I got close to the edge of the woods and came to a sudden stop. As soon as I did, something went crashing through the brush away from me. I was able to do this again later the same night, but not since. Don't forget, this is the Not Sure Encounter thread.

XJ
Thanks for posting your not sure encounter. Your right it could of been an owl or it could have been something else entirely. Keep up your surveillance, your vigilance could pay off someday...
Angels

I know exactly how you feel. Deer hunting is my passion and I spend quite a lot of time in the woods every fall. I've only had this feeling a couple of times over the years but it was so intense, it made the hair on the back of neck stand at attention. Creepy to say the least.

How about when you're walking out of the woods a half hour or more after sunset and the remaining light of the day is casting weird shadows through the trees around you? That's freaked me out on many occasion. I've stopped and stared at a large "figure" at dusk for a minute or two waiting for it to take a step. Only to move closer and realize, once again, it was only standing dead wood or a blowdown. This happens to me much more while hunting the north woods of Maine than in Rhode Island. Little Rhody's woods are small in comparison....

Hi Tim! What did you forget to bring on your "not for sure" encounter?

Laurie, I wasn't looking for bigfoot when i has my not sure encounter. It appears xjay was.

Ah! I see. The thing is though - if I saw something and went back to see if I could see it again - not being a "researcher" such as yourself - I probably wouldn't have thought of anything but what was available to me at the time anyway. If it wasn't originally available in the first place - a person might lose the opportunity of the sighting altogether if they go home to get some of the stuff they know you're going to ask for. Good grief! Cut some slack. It was a "not for sure" sighting so he wasn't entirely sure a bigfoot was what he was dealing with. Hard to plan for those.

This is my first post, & I'm so happy to be able to tell my "not sure" story without fear of being laughed at.
It happened the night of May 5, this year.
I had stayed up late that night & my husband was already asleep when I went to bed. It was warm, & the window was up & just as I lay down, I heard what I thought at first was somebody yelling to the southwest. I got up & went to the window to listen, because I couldn't imagine anyone being there at night. Just as I got to the window, the cows that belong to my neighbor to the west started mooing like they were being driven to the barn.
I heard the yell again, & I could tell that it was farther west than I had thought at first & was moving to the north really fast, and it wasn't human. The cows were getting louder & sounding more scared & they were moving north, too.
I woke my husband up & told him to listen, then I ran to the front of the house so I could listen from a north window. By this time the cows were frantic. It was like I imagine they would sound if they were locked up in a burning barn. I heard 2 more yells over the noise the cows were making, then silence. For about 15 seconds, there was no sound at all, then there was one last yell far to the northwest.
I don't think the whole incident could have lasted more than 2-3 minutes, & the distance traveled from the first yell to the last one must have been around a half mile.
I have to admit that as soon as I ruled out a wolf, the only thing I could think of was a Bigfoot. There is an old abandoned coal mine not far from here, & there have been some sightings reported in this area.
My husband rode over there the next day to see if he could see anything, & there was a dead calf. He said it didn't have a mark on it, & it probably just got trampled in the excitement.
I have heard yells on two other nights since that first time, but they were farther to the southwest. It's been about 2 weeks since I heard the last one.

Interesting post, CountryCousin. My wife and I and several members of her family have heard vocalizations that we can't attach to anything "known". In our case we all agreed that it was more of a long, drawn out bellowing. It almost had a bovine quality to it, but we are all sure it wasn't a cow.

Pretty freaky that you heard it moving like that while vocalizing. What we heard seemed to be stationary. It was also smack dab in the middle of a very large and swampy watershed area. We guesstimated it to be about 1/2 to 1 mile away from us at the time we all heard it.

Oh, and welcome to the BFF.

This is my not sure encounter.

Date: August 1961
Time: about noon
Place: Prairie Creek State Park - Humboldt County, California


Every year for the first two weeks of August, when the steel mill shut down for maintenance, my parents would take our family camping. 3 out of 4 years we would go camping at Prairie Creek State Park. One of the site features at this park was called Fern Canyon, a beautiful canyon that opens to the Pacific coastline. You can get to Fern Canyon by automobile or by a beautiful 41/2 mile hike from the campground to the coast. Our family did this hike two years earlier and it proved to be quite a leisurely hike.

Anyway, one morning Dad informed us kids that all of us (there was 4 families with us this year) Were going to Fern Canyon by cars. Me and my friend asked our parents if we could take the trail and meet them at Fern Canyon and to my surprise they agreed. I was 12 years old and I was using crutches to get around; my friend was 10 years old. So we packed our lunch and set out about 9:30 am. About 31/2 miles into this hike you come to a footbridge that traverses a 30 foot deep canyon with a creek at the bottom. On the other side of the bridge we decided to stop for a rest and have our lunch. The forest was salient as we enjoyed our sandwiches and soda. Suddenly the silence is shattered by a very loud “call” from the southwest of us at about 100 yards. This call lasted about 5-10 seconds and it sounded like the cross between a peacock and a crow; but very loud, Not immediately but maybe 15-20 seconds later close to us, not more than 50-100 feet north of us another sound answered. This sound was the sound you can make by putting your tongue to the roof of your mouth, sucking hard, and let your tongue flop to the bottom of your mouth making kind of a knock. This sound came in two sets of two each about 5 seconds apart. Now this forest isn’t a regular hum of activity but it was dead silent. Wide-eyed we looked at each other and looked around for any sign of anything. Nothing. No wings flapping, no animals, no other hikers-nothing. I knew something was out there and it wasn’t a bird it was way to loud for that. After about 5 minutes of clueless silence we continued on and finished the hike.

I’ve always remembered those two sounds that day and the dead silence afterwards. Still kind of bugs me because I just can’t “put a face’ on those two sounds especially the first loud call. The second sound however sounds quite a bit like some of the “wood knocks” on a few of the bigfoot sites; but for some reason the second sound I heard that day sounds more “fleshly” or biological than wood to wood- I don’t know it just sounded a little different. I’d just like know “what the hell was that” that made those sounds a long ,long time ago.

Pat Robbins

No danger of being laughed at. Welcome to the forum. We love the "Not for sure" sightings. In fact I like them just as much as the actual sightings people have. Many of them seem almost like they should qualify as an actual sighting. Some can bring you to the edge of your seat as you're reading them. Living in the country as you do, you likely have a better chance for a real sighting. Keep your eyes and ears open! Thanks for your story.

Hey, pretty good instructions on how to make that sound. The only time I've ever heard of that sound in nature is one very early morning a little chipmunk in our yard was right under our bedroom window. Now hubby wakes himself up constantly through the night and is a light sleeper anyway, so of course the noise was going to not only wake him up, but keep him awake. (I don't hear much of anything cause I sleep with ear plugs and pray that they stay in all night or at least until I am sound asleep.) Anyhow, that little stinker was right under the bedroom window like he had discovered a new noise to make and wouldn't shut-up. It's the sound I thought of with your instructions (and I actually did it per your instructions). I'm sure you heard something louder, but it just reminded me of that noisy little chipmunk in our yard. Gosh, you were there walking on crutches, yikes! Glad you didn't have to run or anything. The crutches might have come in handy though.

Laurie, Did you even read xjay's post? No he may not be a researcher but it is pretty evident he was looking for bigfoot. He had the fore thought to bring his wood knocker and that tells me he was looking for or to communicate with bigfoot.

I'm just asking the questions that any of a number of other s here would ask. Why is it you feel the need to defend xjay? Xjay answered my questions and he didn't seem to have a problem with it.

I just got a first hand look at my first tracks. I was sitting around my cousins backyard which butts up to a neighbor of his that camps and fishes in the everglades national park with us. Myself having a not-so-sure encounter in the glades. I asked him if he had heard or seen anything weird over the years that he has been camping there. His answer was only panthers and bears. I told him of my encounter with something I had never heard before while camping in the glades. There was a long pause and he said to me, ( You want to see a track from a bigfoot that was near our camp in north florida)? ...You know my answer! Here is his story as told to me! .......My buddy and I were hunting at his cabin in north florida. It was just starting to get light and we started off down the dirt road that heads back into the forest. We had seen a deer crossing spot at a little creek about a half mile from the house on the day before. We arrived at the area and watched a few doe,s cross the creek and jump a barbed wire fence and head down the side of a field.My buddy stayed there and I doubled back and crossed a bridge about a quarter mile back in order to set up and look across the field. He decided to cross the creek directly parallel to the Deer crossing. He saw an area where the bushes had been plowed over and headed toward the creek to cross and set up with a view of the field. As He got closer to the creek my buddy said:"What the"!...He called me on the 2-way and said in a frantic voice "Get the h&@l over here now" When I got to the spot where he was pointing all I could do was stand there in disbelief. There were tracks going into the creek and out the other side! We followed them up the bank and thru the plowed over bushes and across the barbed wire fence that had been mowed over by this huge thing! It didn't stop! It just kept going! Both men headed back to camp to get their camera. One went to the store to buy some plaster materials and the other waited for him before they went back. They made casts and took pictures!....I have seen the casts and they have dermal ridges and look authentic....But! ...what do I know! I am no expert. The pictures are with the other guy and I am in the process of trying to see them. Don't be afraid to share your experiences you never know what you might see! He had never shared this experience with anyone outside of his family until I brought up the possible encounter in the glades!

Hi Tims! Rather then say too much about something that is unrelated to this particular thread, I've sent you a personal message instead so I can go into more detail in answer to your question because it does deserve an answer. I know what you're saying here - I really do. I would do that kind of questioning regarding a real sighting though - not a "Not for sure sighting" which is what this thread is about. I don't want to scare off other stories because it is a completely enjoyable thread to read. Questioning these kinds of sightings is not a great idea if you want further reports of this type to come in. Maybe ask those kinds of questions through a personal message instead. If someone else thinks they're going to be attacked with questions or with criticism we might not get them to feel comfortable enough to contribute their experience on this thread anymore - that's all.

robbins go to this site and listen to the sixth sound file..about half way through there is a call that might sound like what you heard.

Sound files

Listen to the sixth one? Heck I listened to all of them! The fifth one I was really curious about. It sounded like something big-time was in the process of happening and the only thing I had describing what it might be was my imagination! Pretty interesting recordings, I just wish the researchers themselves had made a bit less noise. I understood the calls they felt they had to do - but there was so many other noises they were making it really distracted from the recording. But very interesting all the same.

Hello everyone.

I heard some unusual sounds this morning as I left my house.

Location: Maryland

Time: 0342

Weather: Clear sky, near full moon (full moon is on the 22nd)

Temp: 57 degrees (by truck thermometer)

What I heard:

After I left my door I got about mid-way between my house and truck when I heard what sounded like something making a bird call coming from across the cul-de-sac behind the houses and road there.
I stopped and listened and heard it a couple of times, I really can't describe it easily but I'll give it a try, it sounded like a woman/girl trying to make a bird call... It was quite loud for 0342 in the morning.
I've live in this house for several years and have been working this early schedule for almost two but have never heard this sound before today.

Our cul-de-sac is butts up to a road and it sounded like it came from the forrest, while I listened a car drove on the road and I didn't hear the sound again.

My actions: Since I use the road that the sound came from (I think) I proceeded to drive that way to work. When I was nearing the treeline I notice a deer trying to cross the road from the side (left) the sounds came from, but when it saw me it froze, as I approched it, the deer walked parrallel with me until I got beside it then it crossed behind my truck towards some trees on the right... It didn't go back in to the forrest from which it came.


Anyway, I'm posting since I'm leaving on vacation to London with the family and I didn't want to forget anything....

Jimbo

In July of 1964, my family was vacationing in Sun Valley Idaho. My father made friends with a man (Mr. Parker) who ran the skating rink at the resort. Mr. Parker offered to take my father and me fly fishing at a nearby stream that was "loaded with trout". We arranged to meet the next morning at 4:30 AM in the hotel parking lot. However my father and mother partied at the hotel bar that evening and I wasn't able to wake him at 4:15 AM the next day.

I met Mr. Parker in the parking lot and we left for the fishing hole in his battered Army surplus jeep. It took over two and a half-hours to reach our destination (nearby?). The fishing hole was this little stream no more than fifteen feet wide and maybe five feet deep in the middle of nowhere. I was somewhat disappointed until I noticed that this little stream was indeed loaded with good-sized fish.

We fished all morning until Mr. Parker said it was time for lunch. He built a fire and we cooked up several of our keeper trout. Best fish I ever had! As we were talking, my attention was diverted to something moving on a hill about 250-300 yards to my right. I said something like, Mr. Parker there's a bear. He glanced in that direction then stood up and then pulled a pair of binoculars from his equipment bag. After about 10 seconds he said "Oh my god!". After another minute or so I asked if I could take a look. No response. Finally I reached up and pulled the binoculars down so I could at least get a partial glance (Mr. Parker was at least six feet tall and I was four foot something at thirteen years old). The old man relented and for about the next 30 seconds I saw through the binoculars the back of an animal, covered in dark fur, walk on two legs up this hill until it entered the tree line.

Later on the ride back, I told Mr. Parker that was the first bear I had ever seen in the wild. He said, "I don't think that was a bear, son".

Great story! Mr. Parker almost didn't give you the chance to see it was not a bear. I'm glad he gave up the binoculars long enough for you to experience the sighting.