Maybe...

Man!! If this was a movie, this is the part where I'd yell, "GET THE HELL OUTTA THERE!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!? IT'S RIGHT THERE!! RUN!!"

All these encounters, or "not sure encounters" are amazing. It's like a really good book. On on page 7 and I can't get enough.

I grew up in the city and with the exception of a couple of weekend camping with my family when I was a kid, I haven't spent too much time in the bush.

You people are a lot braver than I am. At the slightest snap of a twig, I'd be running out of there screaming like a little girl.

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Charles Dickens walks into a bar and orders a martini. The bartender asks, "Olive or twist?"

Found it here's mine:


Originally posted here: http://www.bigfootforums.com/index.php?showtopic=25835

Man, there are some great stories in this thread, thanks for telling them!




RobC, interesting that a lot of your experiences have been smelling the "Visitor", Noxubee is derived from a Choctaw word meaning "To stink". Maybe they've been around the area for quite some time? Thanks for sharing your experiences, excellent reading!

Cheers,

Kraig

I recalled an earlier experience that up 'till now I had not associated with any of this. Earlier in my childhood we went to a Father/Son camp in Barranquitas which lies deep in the central mountain chain of the island. From the time we got there we got the nagging feeling of being watched from the woods, we even joked abouit it and gave it a name! "The gargoyle" but something was definitely there in the brush. We could hear it moving and breaking twigs and shaking the vegetation as it moved about. We never got a glimpse at what it was as it always remained concealed behind the foliage and we never dared get any closer. All our instincts told us to stay the hell away from whatever it was...

That's pretty cool, I had never known what Noxubee actually meant. There could be something to that, I did find this while searching for Choctaw BF legends.

http://www.bigfootencounters.com/legends/shampe.htm

I have researched the waterways a bit and the creek that is behind my house does connect to the refuge, I did NOT realize there were that many creeks in the area lol. The creek deposits directly into the Luxapalila among a ton of intersecting waterways and then on into the Tombigbee River.

It has been pretty quiet here lately, between my wife and myself we had only heard that clicking/popping sound a couple more times after I last reported(within a week). We have had nothing unusual since, not sure if its a migratory issue or its gone for good.

LOL So that was YOU!

Since two approaches in one week close to a year ago, I recently had an epiphany. Close to 30 years ago I went to a Chalet for the weekend with my family. I recently called up my father to find out where that place was. I always assumed it was up north (I live in the Toronto Ontario area) but found out that no, it was in the Oshawa area where my "not sure encounter" happened. I was about 14 at the time maybe slightly younger. It was the first time (and only time) I went skeet shooting. Also the first time I was taken out horse back riding full speed. That was a rush. There was a creek maybe a mile or two from where we were staying with a campground there. My parents had dropped me off so I could do some fishing. I was left alone and started to head back around dusk. There was still plenty of light though. I was walking up the country road (don't know which one) when all of a sudden I saw something large brown and furry walk into the bush off the side of the road. My first thought was that it was a bear. I got this feeling of terror unlike anything I've ever experienced. Could have just been my age, I don't know. I've never felt that much terror since then, and I've survived a failed parachute a dozen plus years ago. There isn't even a comparison. I ran back to the campground where I was fishing. I recall walking up to some people sitting around a campfire and asking them for help. I needed a ride back up the road. I remember I could hardly get the words out. My mouth was pouting and I was shaking and (according to my mum, white as a ghost) Whoever that was that gave me that ride back must have had some good conversation with his buddies trying to figure out what I saw cause I'll never forget the owner of the place we stayed at said, there's no bears around here. I told them all at the time that I was chased by a bear. Honestly though I didn't know what I saw. All I remember is that it was big brown and furry. I don't recall seeing the front. I mentioned this story to my squatch partner and he says that there's no brown bears in these parts, they're all black. He thinks that a squatch was standing at the side of the road, saw me walking up the road and just walked back into the cover. If it was a deer I would have just kept on walking but something scared the crap out of me that day and it's been in the back of my mind since. From what I experienced almost a year ago and the area it was in, it's completely feasible to have seen a squatch in that area. I'll never know, life goes on.

Well my reply...my girlfriend and I needed housing temporarily, so we placed a mobile home near an abandoned house on the ridge owned by her family. We chose this spot despite the steepness of terrain because the house still had power to it because the well beside it supplied her families houses lower in the hollow. At any rate one night we smelled an awful smell and our yearling German Sheperd pup perked up, we heard shuffling and grunting noises, as well as what only could have been bipedal steps, the dog, who was fearless, ran down the hall. Immediately she came back and jumped in the bed quivering and terrified. The window she ran to, as always, was 7 feet off the ground. Needless to say I was to scared to investigate. This dog was trained to protect my girl, nothing human or otherwise scared her. She killed multiple animals prior to this including the biggest coon I had ever seen. Any way thats my story...

When I was just out of high school, something had broken into my buddie's sheep pen and killed all of them. I think there were only 5 or 6, all of them ripped open, but none of them had been bitten or chewed on. The gate was torn from the post. It was loosely blamed on a bear or a mountain lion.
About two weeks later this same buddy, myself, and a few other kids were out in the hills behind his property. We were at a pond in a remote-ish area drinking beers. Something screamed/howled from the other side of the pond, it was loud enough to be heard over the stereo. Everybody freaked out and jumped in the car and we took off.

My experience happened in 1995 in the Angeles Natl. Forest of so. cal. I knew about bf since the early 70s but always believed it was a northern cal. thing, nothing this far south. Anyway ten years went by and I discovered Bigfoot Encounters on the web, a great wealth of info on there, and saw that there were reports in so. cal. happening. Me and a friend were up at this picnic area( by chilao campground) we used to go and drink beer and play backgammon by a campfire. You could not stay overnight there but we would stay until 4 in the morning having fun and never got bothered by the rangers. There no lights around the area which was a u- shaped valley about 1000' wide by 3/4 mile long with a seasonal stream that ran right down the middle with 10' high brambles on both sides of it. The entrance road was to the south and most of the picnic area was open grassland a foot or less in height. To the north there were secluded picnic spots with heavy foliage for more privacy. The one fire pit area was to the north west on the edge of the hills just below a trail (Gabrielino trail) all by itself surrounded by a thicket of small trees, very peaceful. It was August so there were people there during the day but by sunset everybody had cut it of there and we were all by ourselves. Let the fun begin if you know what I mean. About two in the morning my friend (a girl) needed to go to the bathroom so I walk with the 300' or so to the restroom( the primative type, just a box with a hole) and waited outside. I did have a flashlight with me and it was pitchblack as I stared into the night and listened for anything. I had seen bear up there before and coyotes and heard them howl in the night so I'm used to and not in fear of wildlife, quite the opposite, I love seen animals that's why we went up there alot and to get away from the city. Anyway see finished her business and we started walking back to the fire. About 50' from the restroom I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye to my left and behind me. It looked big and hairy and my first thought was that it was a bear. I grabbed her hand we ran to the car and got inside which was parked by the fire. I heard it go down by the creek and was it gone. I told my friend that that bear was running on its' hind legs the whole time. I was puzzled because know wildlife and this did not make sense, at least not being upright that long, at least a 100' and moving at a good clip. We stayed in the car for about 5 minutes, got out and continued playing backgammon. The rest of the night nothing else happened. I filed it away as a fluke thing not knowing about bf being spotted so far south until I stumbled across the internet websites. Well that's it . What do you think?

Oh, sure, you played backgammon. Sure. Right. I gotcha. Pretty typical story, I suppose... not the first story out there of a lone sasquatch watching the fun and ...er... games. LOL

I stands by my story as the truth!

Vilnoori's story is more entertaining.

Maybe in the future you can "adjust" the truth a little bit.

'Sides, nobody believes BF stories, but a good "nature" story is always fun.

Hi there,

Some interesting events occurred to several members of a backpacking party I was in. I am relating this second hand since I didn't experience any of these things myself.

I went backpacking to Golden Trout Wilderness last weekend with some friends. They know about my sasquatch obsession. I'd looked on BFRO and another website and it seems there has been some activity in that region in the past 5 years. I also read on a backpacker's blog that on her first night out on the same trail we were taking, she heard some sounds that she (probably jokingly) attributed to Sasquatch. But she couldn't figure out what made them.

We got down a fairly well used trail (Lewis Camp trail -> Grey Meadow Trail) on Saturday but we saw no one else the entire time we were out there. Sometime, late in the afternoon, two of my friends in the lead stopped and turned to several of us walking behind and asked us if we'd whistled to them. We all said no and asked them what exactly they heard. They said they heard a whistle like someone whistling to them and they thought it was us. We didn't think anything of it and continued.

That night we camped by the Little Kern River by Round Meadow. Everyone was asleep by 11pm except for my friend. He had a crappy sleeping pad and was tossing and turning for some time. He then heard what he said sounded like two large wood knocks echo down the canyon. He said it sounded pretty far away and didn't hear anything after that. He did note the crickets stopped chirping for a bit after the knocks. We went to pee later in night but nothing else was observed. I tried some wood knocking in the morning but didn't get any response. Could have been nothing at all.

Huh.
This just brought back an old memory from 10-12 years ago.
Me and my lady would regularly go out into the forest to enjoy ourselves. We would drive as far as my 4x4 could go, then hike for a while. We wanted to be sure there was nobody around (of course).
This was in the Sequoia Nat'l Forest. One of those many times, I could not shake the feeling of being watched. It was freaking me out. I kept looking over my shoulder, and she was a little nervous as well.
We left instead of lounging around as usual, but we never said anything to each other about it. It was weird.

Wonder if the livers were missing?

If I had known then what I know now, I would have checked.
Dang hindsight. Gets me every time.

Very Interesting L.B.L. Like you said, it coulda been nothin' at all, but then again, strange. Thanks for sharing.

I am very new here and I have never posted any of my experiences anywhere else but I would like to share my "not sure" encounter.
I had lived in Indiana for a few years and had returned to Oregon in 2005. I was so excited to be back home; even the air smells sweeter when I got back. I would get in my car and just drive sometimes. One day, winter of 2006, my daughter and I drove up to the Oregon Caves and then meandered back towards Redwood Highway. I decided to stop at a park on the outskirts of Cave Junction to smoke and stretch my legs. It was winter and nobody else was in the park, very quiet and cold. We walked to the river and I was telling my daughter how I used to go swimming here as a teenager. Out of the corner of my right eye I saw someone walking in the river. My first thought was of concern because it was so cold and I could not imagine anyone being in the river except if there were an emergency. I turned my head and all I remember seeing was a very large dark person (It walked like a human). I don't remember much after that except sheer panic. All of my hair was standing on end and I yelled at my daughter to "RUN"!!! I didn't even look back to make sure my daughter was behind me, I figured I could hear her footsteps and that was good enough. All I could think about was whatever that thing was, it wouldn't take long for it to catch up to us before we made it to the car. Once we were in the car I don't even recall how fast we got back to the highway. I stopped in a parking lot once we were in Cave Junction and tried to calm down. We hadn't even spoken to each other until then. My daughter finally asked me, "Mom, what was that?" I told her that I had no idea, maybe it was a bear. Her reply was that it didn't look or walk like a bear and it was too big to be a bear. I agreed with her but I didn't have any other answer at that time. I honestly cannot recall a time when I have been that panicked especially considering that there really was no reason to panic. This thing was far enough down river that I could not make out details of its face and it was just "strolling" through the water. It was not making threatening movements at all. I had pretty much convinced myself it had to have been a bear and forgot about the incident until recently when I saw a bear while hiking. I have seen bears in the past but this bear was quite close to me and it didn't even bother me. I just turned around and walked back the way I came in. It occurred to me as odd that being alone, seeing a bear about 30 feet ahead of me (with my car quite far away) I felt no panic and very little fear. I couldn't understand my fear of whatever was walking in the river. It was much farther away than this bear had been, my car was much closer and I was not alone...I was in a public park not far at all from Cave Junction, I mean it really bothered me.

If anyone has any input I'd like to hear it because this has really bothered me as to why I was being such a "sissy". I was born and have lived most of my life in Oregon, I have heard things that are not normal when out in the woods, I've had a couple of scary camping trips, I've traveled on horseback down to Northern California through very wild terrain, I have pretty much explored every part of Southern Oregon that I have been able to, so why did that scare me so badly?

Hi grantspassnative, and welcome.

As a former Oregonian, I envy your return.

Anyway I think the reason this encounter disturbed you more than any other is a combination of factors.

Maternal instincts were probably the strongest, and you were in a familiar area, and saw something that didn't make any sense to your conciousness or sub-concious. It was walking like a human, which also triggered a concern because it was in unsafe frigid water, plus it was bigger than anything that should be there. Also it was strolling, not scrambling like someone who had fallen in.

I think just about anyone would have been freaked out witnessing what you did.

Hmmm, I was thinking about how maternal instinct might have influenced the fear, right after I had posted...My daughter was 13 at the time and she can still recall how terrified I was, in fact, she said that when she got in the car with me I was almost completely white. She does remember it well and said that it scared her almost as much but that if I hadn't reacted she would have stayed a bit longer to get a better look. Honestly, at the time, I didn't want a better look because it didn't make sense to my mind.

'Well since your hair stood on end, there is some chance that maybe you were exposed to infrasound. It sounds like a basic fear and panic reaction that others experiencing infrasound and Bigfoot have had happen to them. Just a thought. DB Donlon the Blogsquatcher has some articles about others who have experienced that form of sound in various ways, basically the same reaction as yours though. Welcome to the forum. Glad you posted your experience.

GPN-
That sounds like a bona-fide Class A encounter to me! Not even remotely a "not so sure" encounter. Glad you posted it, and I agree with others that there could be several reasons for that fear. I had an encounter a couple of years ago where I didn't see anything, but something BIG was about 30 feet away breaking branches, shaking trees and stomping feet. The fear I felt was unlike anything I can remember, it was almost paralyzing. I had to move TOWARDS it to get into my trailer, and those were about the toughest 4 steps of my life. Even my dogs were cowering at the door, looking at me like, "why are you taking so long to open this DAMN DOOR???"

I posted (on another forum) about that feeling of fear, and how it has saved my bacon a couple of times (unrelated to BF). I listen to that inner voice, and it sounds like you did too.
Great encounter, I only wish I had seen my visitor the way you were able to.

Welcome to the BFF! I strongly suggest that you file a report about your encounter.

I was in Ontario fishing back in the late 90’s. On one afternoon my fishing buddy stayed in camp to catch up on some sleep. I went fishing alone and I went into this area that always felt a little creepy. You had to go about ½ of a mile upriver to get to this fishing hole that was just under a small waterfall.

I didn’t believe in BF at the time so I didn’t realize what might have happened to me. After a few hours of catching large fish, I found myself looking around as if I was being watched! Only it was more intense than just a feeling. A couple of times I found myself prepping the boat as if I intended to leave but never gave the idea of actually leaving a single thought. I went back to fishing and looking over my shoulder. I wasn’t afraid of the situation, just confused.

At one point I found myself very near the shoreline and decided to get out of the boat to relieve myself. As the boat drifted in to shore I reached up to grab a branch to secure the boat. The moment I touched the branch I was completely overwhelmed by the feeling of dread. My emotions were hijacked. I froze and was experiencing a serious case of time compression. I watched as the boat collided with a big boulder (putting a nice dent in the bow) I simply couldn’t react. All I knew was something inside of me was sounding RED ALERT. I figured it had to be a crazy person. (like the ones in the movie Deliverance!) That is when I got scared. I pushed off of shore and started the engine at the same time. I ran out of the area a full throttle and I know for sure I was exactly in the center of the river all of the way out. When I got into the main lake I slowed down to idle and I turned around to look back (for the first time!). I came to my senses and got mad at myself for being such a weenie. I sat in boat drinking beer for the rest of the afternoon with banjo music stuck in my head. I can assure you I stayed at least 200 yards from shore too!

If I was blasted by infrasound, I would suggest that perhaps there are different levels of discomfort. The eerie being watched feeling being one and the emotional hijacking being another.

Bob

This one is a definite "not sure encounter". In 1992-1993, I lived in a two room cabin in Wolf Creek, Oregon. The cabin had no electricity, an outhouse, and a propane heated bathing area, and it was located right next to a railroad track. I moved there in early '92 with my young son and then husband. The back door of the cabin was a flimsy door, compared to the front door, and was locked by a latch. There was a half deck that went partially around the cabin, starting at the back door/bathing area, going around to this huge picture window. The window was about 6ft by 4ft. My bed was next to it and my son slept in the loft, because it was warmer up there in winter. My ex-husband worked from 9pm-9am, about 30 miles away at a hospital, so I was there at night with just my son most days. There were many nights, early morning hours, that I heard a large animal(s) walking out in creek and on the deck, I could see movement when they were on the deck. There were many times that I heard "knocking" sounds, during different times, out in woods/creek area. I heard strange whistles on a couple of occasions, figuring them to be owls. I just assumed they were bears and I was not a big believer in Bigfoot at that time and it never occurred to me to become one, otherwise I would have done more investigating during daylight hours ie. looking for foot prints in the seasonal creek right outside the big window.
One of the scariest thing that ever happened to me was when I lived at the cabin. This event is what really makes me question why I had never considered a BF. My daughter was about 4 days old (yes, I went through an entire pregnancy while living there), my son was asleep up in the loft, and my ex was at work. It was probably about 1am when I heard the bathing room door open (it had a separate entrance outside, next to back door). The only way to open bath door was by one of those types of latches that fits into a metal loop. I was sure that it was a prowler and quietly double checked that all windows and doors were locked. You could look through the kitchen window straight into bathroom and I hid behind bed and just stared at that window. I did see shadow movement but could not make anything out clearly. The bath door finally slammed shut and I listened for footsteps, but never heard any. I finally fell asleep a while later, still hiding under bed with my daughter. I was awakened by some person or animal making a racket out on the deck. All of a sudden it sounded like somebody slammed their entire body against the back door. This happened 2 times, about 5 minutes apart. The door was slammed so hard that I could hear the windows rattling. I was absolutely terrified. I kept hoping that my son would stay asleep (he did). I debated on whether to go to the loft and get my son or stay up there with him. I didn't want to get trapped in loft with both kids, if whatever was outside got inside. I stayed put under the bed, mainly out of paralyzing fear, and decided to see what would happen. The slamming against the door stopped after the second time and about an hour later, I started to hear loud knocking sounds out in the woods. I stayed under that bed until the sun came up. I did not go outside until my ex had arrived home after he got off work. I told him what had happened and he just told me that it was probably raccoons fighting on the deck. I never heard any animal sounds though. I know that raccoons are very vocal when they are fighting because I have heard them many times fighting. I grew up in the country and pretty much know all the different animal sounds, especially raccoons, because they would always fight over the cat food that my parents kept out on back porch of their house.

Well........ being close to railroad tracks seems to be a common occurrence with some sightings. It must have been a terrifying experience for your daughter especially. Like you said if it was an animal to move the latch was a good trick, not knowing how difficult the latch was to operate. Any foul smells accompanying any of the woodknocking and ever any instances where you heard "calls or whoops" instead of whistles and knocks? Also, any evidence of animal hair stuck in the doors or screens? Having been one that has experienced the house slams it is a pretty disconcerting feeling when you imagine what is capable of that. Agree with you on the raccoon sounds there do appear to be some pretty wild stuff they produce to the uninitiated it might cause a bit of consternation. Of course, pre my sighting I had episodes where I would here creek activity including rock-rolling and clacking and would assume it was just raccoons which is normally the first thing that should come to mind. No prints in dust or damp areas or on windows ever noted of raccoons on the porch?

That is interesting about the rail road tracks and BF sightings. I never knew that before, I'll have to look into that a bit more. Fortunately, my daughter was a newborn baby, at the time, and so it did not really effect her, in fact, she slept through most of it. I don't know what I would have done if she had started crying! I don't recall any out of the ordinary smells and never saw any evidence. I did not really look for anything, other than damages to the deck, bath area, and back door. It never occurred to me that it might be anything else other than a person or common animal.
I am trying to attach a couple of pictures of the outside of the cabin and the kitchen window that looks into the bathing area.

Just curious, were you canning food or storing alot of bulk food in the area? Or, did you feed outside animals and leave out cat or dog food in volume or have an outdoor freezer or fridge that may have also been targets???? Anything ever stolen, or relocated/ misplaced??? Grants Pass is supposed to be the "high life" in the Forest Service/Interior Dept/Park Service. I know people that bided their time and their career until they could be transferred out there eventually. I assume you are still in that beautiful area?

There was never any food left outside and since there was no electricity there was no fridge or freezer. The only thing that was out on the deck was the propane tank that provided hot water for the bath tub. In fact the only smelly things were my bath products in the bathing room. There really was nothing to steal, misplace or relocate outside. I never went out on the deck because it was poorly constructed (in my opinion) and underneath it there was nothing except space that went underneath the cabin itself. It was a boggy mess down there, because of the seasonal creek, and I figured it was a perfect haunt for critters. I have lived in Grants Pass most of my life except for a couple of jaunts to Indiana, Coos Bay, Portland and Alaska. I have probably lived in GP for 32 years of my 38 year old life. I know that it is considered a hot spot for activity but I don't think about it much because there have always been stories and I have taken most with a grain of salt, until a few years ago. My parents are ardent hikers and have pretty much been everywhere in this area on foot. My mother is a complete skeptic and my dad was too, until his friend saw "something" in the Union Creek area a few months ago. In fact, they went up there to the start of the Rogue River about two weeks ago and my dad actually was nervous being in the same area where his friend had the sighting. My dad has hunted and fished this area his entire life and I thought it was odd that he was nervous, so did my mother.
Of course, there have been many times when I've been out in the woods and forests that I will suddenly feel like I need to leave an area, especially when I have been on horseback. I have tried to pinpoint anything that seemed out of place when those feelings happened. Sometimes the horse I was riding would seem kind of spooked as well and was more than happy to go another direction. But, not always. So it could just be me getting the heebie jeebies from being so far from civilization???

New update, after it being quiet here for a few months my daughter really freaked us out last night. As I had previously mentioned my son's friend while staying here claimed to have seen a large white hairy bipedal type creature about four years ago. We never let our daughters know the details to keep them from being afraid in their rooms at night time.

Well last night, about 11pm, my seven year old woke up and went to the kitchen to get her some water and saw something that scared her pretty severely. She said she saw a big monster out the dining room window(our power pole with security light is out back so visibility is pretty good) out near the treeline, (in her words) it had hands and feet looked like it had white hair all over it and it was ducking to keep from hitting its head on the treelimbs (I trimmed them not too long ago as high as I could reach with the saw, about 7-8ft high).

I forced my step son to go out with me and check and we didn't see/smell anything, but we are dog sitting a friends full grown German Shepard and it was cowering at the door wanting to get in. With her describing almost exactly what the boy claimed and her not knowing those details, it took me quite awhile to get to sleep. Another thing, we have had 11 days of rain so the creek has raised dramatically. Just seems when we get bad weather the more weird stuff happens.

Nothing substantial to report, I was actually hoping whatever it is had moved on. Guess I'm not that lucky.

Hi

That ain't something i would want to get woken up too that's for sure, Do you think you could get her to draw what she saw ?
One thing about kids is they have an imagination factor but there innocent in trying to hoax so it makes it very interesting

Peace
Tim

I don't know if I would want to talk her into drawing it, whatever she saw scared her pretty bad and it took awhile to get her calmed down to go back to sleep(even in the bed with me and my wife). I don't really want her to relive it with it scaring her as bad as it did.

I would have just blown it off as her imagination or even just a nightmare if she hadn't basically described the same thing as my son's friend claimed(without her previously knowing what he saw). Even if she did hear him when he was describing it, it was so long ago it is well past her range of memory. I also don't think it woke her up as I heard her come down the hallway, get her glass of water then come tearing into the living room suddenly scared out of her mind.

Rob, I think you should look at this from a different point of view.
Even though these things can be scary as hell, you have an opportunity at hand.
I think it would be worthwhile to begin leaving gifts. Fruit, candy, stuff like that. If both sightings happened in the same area of the treeline, then this is where I would start leaving stuff out. Do you have a stump or a hunk of telephone pole? (we all keep that kind of stuff laying around, right?) I'm thinking of something about 6 feet tall that will stand up securely. A few apples on top, maybe some caramels. And begin cataloging what disappears. If the stuff is taken regularly, it would be a good time to set up an all-night video recording since the area is reasonably well lit. You could be the guy who gets that once-in-a-lifetime shot.

No need to explain it all to the kids just yet, but if things are taken a few times, then it may work in your favor by alleviating your daughter's fear. The thrill and curiosity of having a "friend" out there might squash her fear in a heartbeat.

This happened just under a month ago.

My husband took me to Kalaloch lodge on Washington's coast for my 37th birthday. Just for reference points, we had no TV at the facility and we had to travel approximately 10 miles north to Ruby Beach to even get a bar of reception for our cells.

As an observation--I can see why BF could hide effectively in Olympic National Forest. The woods beyond about 2 feet are pitch black.

So here goes.

As I do at most places we go to, I looked at the local area information and discovered that Beach 4 (to the North) had tidal pools with sea life. After going to Ruby Beach and checking a Big Cedar, we parked at lot of Beach 4. I made the customary tour of the restroom facilty and encountered my husband on at the trail-head. It was going to be a hike down to the beach. The parking lot, while huge, had only one other vehicle but our own.

We walked down the trail. To our right (or South) was a brook/creek, at a pretty nice drop. Nothing suspicious in nature, nothing. We finally made it down to the beach and began walking toward an outcropping of rocks where I suspected the tidal pools to be. Almost to these rocks, two couples were trekking back. For probably the next 20 to 40 minutes, it was just my husband and I.

We decided to head back: me, I was unsure if I could make the hike back out of the trail since my endurance hasn't been great that past couple of years. On the way, closer to the rocks, we encountered a couple with their german shepard.

It probably took my husband and I 20 minutes to get to the bridge to go on up. We were approximately halfway up the trail when I said I needed a moment to catch my breath. As we stood there, listening to the creek rush by, I took in the smell of wet dog. Not heavy, but distinctive. We both looked around for any piles, but saw none and the dog we saw with the couple heading north up the coast had been some minutes ago; not long enough to leave that type of lingering odor. Concentrated in one spot. We both looked around and continued up the trail.

At the lot, only one other car (different) was there when we left.

As we drove back to the lodge, I mentioned that the trail going down was fine, but felt creepy coming back up. Husband agreed.

While digging Ramps in the mountains of Pendleton county in West Virginia, closest town was around 30 miles. I was deep in the mountains. I am digging ramps in open timber. It is April, so the underbrush hasn't grown up yet. I have done this sort of activity all my life, but on this particular day, just kept getting the feeling I was being watched. I kept scanning the woods every few minutes, that is how much of a sensation of being watched I had. I was working my way up the mountain side, but the unnerving feelings I was getting of not being alone overwhelmed me, so I came off of the mountain and left. I have spent alot of time in such areas, alone and never had this feeling before...Never seen, heard or smelled anything...Can't explain it. I was not scared, just had a creepy feeling that I had company...

Here is my "not sure"..........

This took place last summer and since then I have had a few more "not sure's" but I will stick with this one as this was my personal first.

In July 2009 me and my father were on our start of a two week journey that we had planned in advance that would first take us to a little lake in the Skokomish Wilderness that holds fond memories to my father, then to Mt. Jupiter to investigate a BF sighting report we received earlier that month, then to Mt. Townsend for a hike to the peak and a two night stay and back down to the Graywolf river to check our trailcams. To end - the rest of our trip would include a camp at the Dungeness campgrounds with daily trips exploring the region for signs and a few more hikes on the wilderness trails.

Our (Me and my father) incident took place at our first stop, camping at a small lake that my father finds dear to himself. We got there fairly early and set up camp with no hassles and decided to drive around a little. We arrived at camp a little before dark giving us time to get a fire going and enjoy a few beers as we waited for the chili to heat up, and discussing recent reports of bf sighting we received in the Mt juniper area. My father, the skeptic, picking away at details as I try to refute, very much like what goes on in these forums LOL.
We spent the next hour enjoying our meal of chili dogs, beer, and potato chips not only with ourselves but also with lone raccoon who shyly scooted in to about 2 feet from my father's chair and dined on a few jalapeño hot dogs, and as well as a small field mouse who, after the raccoons refusal of a slice of bread and disappearance, with all it's might and about 20 minutes dragged the slice of bread out of our visual sight.

It was after our meal and dining experience with our friends that while we were sitting by the fire and talking we started to hear a loud knocking across the lake. It sounded like wood on wood, and I was sure it was not produced by other humans as this lake has only one access and we were there. This area is thick with bears and known to have cougars as well, and I might add that yes we were both armed with handguns, me I had my 9 mm shouldered and my father had his security six on his hip, and as well we had the 270 and 45-70 close at hand. Pointing to the bear population my father assured me that what we were hearing was definitely a bear assaulting a downfall tree looking for his own grub. Sounded like wood on wood to me and I held my reserve on the fact.

The knocking finally stopped after about maybe 10 minutes at the most and shortly after we decided to let the fire die out and call it a night. We were in our tent and comfortably bedded down and close to being asleep when suddenly a similar knocking was heard very very close to our tent, it did not last long - about 6 raps if I recall right - and was followed by the strangest holler/screaming sound we've ever heard. Along with the sounds you could also hear ground movement akin to couple animals having a fight, but this was short and sweet and when over you could hear a pin drop the silence was amazing. The forest was "dead" for a lack of better words, all associated night sounds were gone. We were both up and armed and staring at each other in disbelief as both of us being very accustomed to our local area and habitat did not recognize the sounds we just heard.

We exited the tent with a flashlight and a lantern in hand and search around our tent and the darkness for any signs with handguns at ready but really could not see anything but did notice a rather pungent smell in the air that we only experienced once before on a previous hike to the Tubal Cain mines and could not pinpoint it's exact source. After our nerves calmed down and my father convinced himself it was a cougar we finally retired for the night that was uneventful. In the morning we investigated the area from which we heard the sounds and found an area were the ground had been scuffed up quite a bit along with the remains of a raccoon that did not look pretty. What we found left of it was only identifiable by the remaining fur and a loan front paw, a little further away and close to the waters edge we also found a dead rabbit that appeared to have been ripped into two pieces and left and another one completely shredded close by. We searched for tracks in the area which did not give us much as the floor was thick with needles but we did find some rather large indentations in the form of a foot that when compared to my size 12 shoe extended beyond to making them about 16 inches long without any details what so ever, just indentations. I checked closely around the rabbits as they were real close to the water where it was rather muddy but could not find any tracks at all which surprised me. We really wanted to do a thorough investigation all around the lake but time was against us and all of our equipment was at our cabin above Brennen which we had to retrieve and back track just to make our Mt. Jupiter trip on decent timing. So we decided we would cut our final day of our trip and come back to further investigate the area around the lake.

As luck would have it, when we returned, the main access road to the lake was gated and locked off due to logging that was taking place further past the lake and a short talk with a machinery mechanic coming out of the gate made us aware to the fact that it would be locked for the duration of summer to only be opened the next summer.

Three things got my attention from that experience:

1) The knocking sounded like wood on wood, very forceful and loud. The first time I have ever heard this with years upon years of wilderness time under my belt.

2) The holler/scream. Unlike anything I've ever heard until recently hearing a recording on BFRO that another post on these forums pointed to (it was almost exact to the T).

3) The pungent smell we experienced. I only experienced this smell once before while hiking with my father and we could not pinpoint it's source. It is a very nasty smell that hits the senses hard on. Very similar to other reports.

Filtereyez

Interesting report Filtereyez.

Were the 6 raps you heard near your tent at the approximate location of the dead raccoon? If so, it reminds me of the story of Bigfootie who witnessed a BF pounding a tree with wood to shake loose a possum or raccoon.

Thanks.

This happened in the early 80's when about 14. It was late summer because at the time I was involved with two-a-day football practice during the weeks prior to school starting back up after Labor Day. Although my family lives on a farm a couple of miles off the main highway my dad and uncle had gone in together and purchased an old homestead that had been put up for sale 50 yards from the Farm to Market road that passed by our place. It was pretty run down and had been abandoned for years when they bought it, but a needy family that went to our church needed a place to live so dad quickly got things in order so they could move into it for very little rent. This really excited me because being a loan farm boy got pretty boring sometimes especially when my half-brother was off to visit his mom for the summer. This family had a boy my age named Robby as well as his twin sister (however she's another story altogether ) It was great to have another sports-loving boy my age round to get into trouble with. We hunted, fished, camped, road horses, engaged in BB gun wars and the whole gambit together. The house that Robby and his family lived in was 2 miles from mine down a meandering, poorly maintained dirt road that emptied onto the highway. The fastes way to get to his house from mine was cut through the woods and go cross-country. There was a favorite game trail leading from edge of our field into the woods, and crossed an old logging road before working it's way through an amazing 7 acre pine grove that was a favorite place for us to play. After that it opened up to a Sendero or "High-Line" then picked up again in the woods on the other side before ending at a little path the ran alongside the small field and Robby's house.

On this night it was well after dark when the phone rang at my parents house. It was Robby calling to tell me that Bubba....(yes I live in Texas remember)
was heading over to their house and bringing some of his guns for us to shoot. Your saying to yourselves "did he not just say it was after dark?" again SEE Texas above. Car headlights are just fine for target practice in the middle of nowhere : ) and Bubba owned an Uzi !! I have no idea what caliber it was at the time but looking back I think it was most likely a .45 ACP. Don't ask me how he got it, I didnt want to know. But suffice it to say Bubba was a shady character. His 76 ish firebird had bullet holes in it for God's sake! Nonetheless a persons moral character doesnt matter much to a 14 year kid just looking for something to be able to brag about at football practice on Monday. Robby told me that he was going to take a shower since he had just finished his own practice . I told him I was on my way and would be there shortly. Normally I would have ridden my 3-wheeler down the road to his house, but I was actually grounded from it for smarting off to my mother so i was forbidden to ride it. I hadn't mentioned this fact to anyone else including Robby. I would have to hoof it down there in the dark.

I crossed our little field and the barded wire fence and stepped onto the trail. It was a clear night, hot and humid. It was moonless but the starlight was enough for me to be able to navigate by, especially knowing the way so well. I could run that trail with my eyes closed and never miss a turn. I started out at a jog, giving my eyes time to adjust to the dimness under the trees, by the time I hit the logging road I started to pick up speed a little bit. I turned off the logging road following another part of the trail that would eventually lead me to the pine grove. It was much darker here because the brush and Yupon was so thick alongside me. I had another barbed wire fence to cross before entering the grove so I slowed down in order to pull the strands of wire apart and slide through then I was off and running at nearly full speed in the openess of the grove. As I came over a small rise in the ground I heard Robby drop in behind me. I guessed that he decided to fore-go his shower and have some fun at my expence. Quite often he would "meet me halfway" between his house and mine. He and I were both in great shape, Texas football saw to that even though he and I attended seperate schools. I picked up my pace to nearly a sprint so as to give him a run for his money. I said "Hey" to him and told him to "give it hell trying to beat me to the road". We ran this way for another 1/4 mile. As we neared the little lane that went around their field I heard him peel off to the left. I figured he was trying to shorten the distance by cutting through it. I decided that instead of slowing down to go over the hogwire fence I would turn on the speed and just run around the field up to the house. I could then rub it in his face how I had beaten him even though he tried taking a shortcut. Victory would be mine ! I sprinted around the edge of the field and loped up the house. The front porch light was on and old Bubba had not yet arrived so I had made it time so as not to miss anyting exciting. Robby must have gone in the house through the back door. I climbed the front porch steps and knocked on the door. It opened. Robby greeted me, soaking wet and wearing only a towel. I also noticed that he was wearing a bandage on his left foot. He had sprained his ankle at practice earlier that day and had been limping around all evening.

A couple of years later I would see a bigfoot for the first time in the same Pine Grove.

I wont say it was a Bigfoot running along behind me that night..but I cant come up with anyone else that it might have been. We were in the middle of nowhere. So much so that my grandmother used to say that we lived so far out that "We didnt get the Grand Ole Opry until Tuesday night", seeing that it aired on Saturday nights the joke was always funny.

Still give me the willy's

Filtereyez, make a report of that to the BFRO and you will get a solid "Class B" out of it.

GPN,

I can only iamgine how terrified you must have been, Sasquatch or no with your children there with you.

Yes wiiawiwb they were in the same location as far as we could estimate, remember we were in the tent when we heard them so without a visual one can not be certain, but audibly our estimate led us right to the coon remains.

I thought about that VAFooter and still might do just that, after discussing it with my father shortly after it took place he kinda talked me out of it for two reasons. One the skeptic in him thinks without a print it is worthless and the other reason, which made me agree, was that he did not want anyone else in there stomping around until we had our go at investigating the area. We did speak with a ranger and was told not only was it closed because the logging outfit had equipment back there but as well due to the high fire danger and a fire that was currently burning close by, it will be open I believe in April at which time we will place trail cams around the lake and see what we can find.

With that said, that particular spot is not part of my research area which is rather big and keeps us rather busy, so who knows we still might file a report.

Filtereyez