Archive 121 Bigfoot

by my house and they were hanging out. They invited my brother to go hunting, but he couldn't go because of work, so they invited me. I was excited, beyond belief that they were going to let me go. I was up at three point thirty am the next morning and looking out the front door, waiting anxiously. At around four am, as promised, the men and drove up. I loaded up and we were on the way. It took probably forty five minutes to arrive at the location. The

place we parked was a washed out low water bridge. Roy, the man driving, had a four wheel drive, but the washout was too much for it. Roy and Donnie had gotten permission from the landowner, who owned a couple of hundred acres, to park there and travel by foot on across his properties to some National forest land on the backside of his place. They had hunted back there several times before and had a good relationship with the owner.

We grabbed our things and began the walk. I had no idea how far it would be nor where we would actually be hunting. It was extremely cold that morning, and the light wind cut through me as we followed the old logging road. Finally, Donnie stopped and told me how to get to the place where he wanted me to hunt. He told me he would meet me back at this spot at nine point thirty. I nodded and continued on. I came to an open food plot that was described to me and stopped for a minute at

the edge. It was still well before daylight, and I decided to turn off my flashlight to proceed across the field. I wanted to do my best to keep from spooking any deer that may have been in their feeding. I got to the middle of the field and a feeling of being watched came over me. I stopped and stood there for a couple of minutes, but the feeling didn't go away. I turned on my light and scanned the field, but I saw and heard nothing. The wind had died

down and there was absolutely dead calm. It was as quiet as a church. I overcame my nervousness and continued on and reached the far side of the woodline. The sky had started showing pink in the horizon and the gray hue of dawn was lingering. I eased on a pretty good ways and found a low spot that was dry, but could tell it only held water. It was light enough to see thirty or forty yards by. Now I noticed several scrapes and rubs that were fresh littered about.

I knew a buck or several bucks must be traveling through here. I was excited, to say the least. There was frost on the ground that morning, and I need to mention that it was near impossible to walk through the oak leaf litter that covered the ground without making noise. The dry leaves, along with the frost on top of them, made you sound like a small vehicle moving through them,

even walking slow and taking your time. I found a white oak tree that was whiter than my shoulder, with scratched all the leaves away so I could sit down and shift around without making noise. I leaned back and got comfortable and settled into wait. I scanned the woods, and nothing really happened until around eight am. I had noticed that it was really still that morning, and also had not seen any wildlife. No squirrels, no birds, nothing that in itself was very unusual. It was really strange.

I caught movement about seventy or so yards away up one of the little finger ridges, and finally made out a deer slipping down towards the bottom. I then made out the white tipped horns of a nice butt. He continued slowly along and stopped cold in his tracks, still out of range of my shotgun. My heart skipped a beat as the deer stood motionless, looking in my direction for what seemed like several minutes. He never turned and ran, and he eased backwards without looking away from my direction.

I had never seen a deer walk backwards in that manner before or since this event. He took five or six steps back, and in a blink whirled and left, like he was shot out of a cannon. I sat there in disbelieve, trying to figure out what had happened. I had not so much as blinked, so I know he never saw me. A slight breeze could be felt on my left cheek, and that told me that he could not have winded me. I was sitting there trying to figure out what had just happened. That's when I

heard the first breathing sound. It was barely audible at first, but began to increase in volume. At first I thought it was me due to the excitement, I held my breath, but the sound did not stop. By now it was very loud and very close. It was heavy and raspy. I slowly looked around as far as I could to my left, but the tree was too wide for me to see around. I then looked down and saw my shadow, the tree shadow, and a third massive shadow standing behind

the tree. I jumped to my feet and away from the tree, and there before me was a hair covered upright creature. He stood seven to seven and a half feet tall and was covered with pine straw colored hair that was five to six inches long. He was slender and not very bulky. The only part of his body that had no hair was his face. It was flat for the most part, and he had no neck. From what I could see, his forehead was large and his eyes were set back. I saw no white in them,

just cold black. His nose turned up slightly and was not large either. He showed no teeth, and his mouth was very wide with thin lips. His skin was gray in color, and you could actually see it through his hair. His arms hung straight down by his side and appeared extremely long, hanging below his knees by several inches. His hands had hair on the backside, but his inside part of his hands were grayish. Also, his fingers appeared to be very long and looked like discolored fingernails, not claws.

He had a slight, stooped forward posture. I was scared beyond belief. I wanted to run, but the creature was between me and where I wanted to go. I still cannot believe this to this day. Why I did not shoot him at point blank range. The thought never crossed my mind. I dropped my gun and ran as fast as I could, swinging a wide away from him. Thinking back, he could have caught me easily. I'm sure he never made a sound and never posed a threat the whole time.

I think back. How I never heard that thing moving through the leaf litter, how stealthy it was. Had I not heard the breathing, I would have never heard him at all. I hit the clearing in full gate, shouting and calling for Donnie the whole way. He appeared and was afraid something had happened to me. He grabbed me and I tried to recount the story. He did not believe me at first, and I can understand that. We walked in silence back out and called for Roy where

we had parted earlier. Finally Roy appeared. After telling him what had happened, he came to the conclusion that I had seen a bear. I told him that was no bear. He noticed I did not have my gun. When I told him where I dropped it, he said, we need to go get it. I thought going back to sitting, and my gun was where I had dropped it. While I was getting it, they looked down at the ground where I told them the thing was standing, pressed down

in the leaves. You could plainly see the impressions where it had been standing. He could also see that the creature turned and walked towards the creek. I did not want to, but the men insisted following the tracks for a bit. We made it to the creek bank and it was a steep drop off six or eight feet. We could see where something slid down, and then we saw very good tracks in the sand where the thing had crossed. The tracks were fifteen to sixteen inches long

and about eight inches wide. It had three toes, not five. We saw four good tracks and they were about four feet in stride. Roy and Donnie both said let's get out of here. There was very little said on the walk out, in complete silence on the ride home. We never spoke about it again, and I have never returned there to this day. Donnie is no longer living, and Roy moved away and I have not spoken to him

in twenty years. This story is one hundred percent true, and I have only told a few people about this. I know most people will call it mistaken identity or say that I made this up, but I know what I saw that day, and all I can tell you is these things are one hundred percent real.

have experienced strange things. I've always believed in Bigfoot, but while I'm up in the mountains, I'm always quick to bury the feelings and push any negative faults to the back of my mind to stave off the fear that might keep me from returning to my beloved wilderness. That doesn't mean that I don't listen to my inner gut. If it's telling me to avoid something, that's what I do. With the outbreak of COVID nineteen, Utah has experienced a huge increase in sales of campers and side by sides.

I guess this is one of the few things that people can do these days, and everyone seems to be doing it. I hunt a remote place in northern Utah that can be best described as the middle of nowhere. The dirt road to this location goes back several miles into the pure wilderness. Before the COVID scare. You might find one person camping along this road on a summer weekend, but usually there was no one. There are a few inlets along this road where hunters can camp during elk

or deer season. They are the kind of level spots where a hunter might pull off and think this is good enough. However, few people would ever attempt or recreational camping in places like these. They're not campgrounds or anything even remotely close. The entire area is nothing but remote forest. In July of twenty twenty, I brought my travel trailer up, hoping to find one of those few spots big enough to make it work. I left early in the morning

in an attempt to be the first person there. Friends have reported that people are trying to recreational camp up there now because of all the traditional campgrounds are full. When I arrived, I was shocked at the number of people. There were campers and tents everywhere. It was worse than any hunting season I've ever seen. I couldn't believe how many people were camping in the middle of nowhere. And I managed to find a spot though, and I set

up my camp. Afterwards, we me and my wife and our kids hit the trail with our ATVs and had a great time. As night fell, we cooked dinner and sat around the fire, talking with our kids and watching the logs slowly dissolved to ash and smoke against the dark backdrop of the surrounding forest. Eventually, we got the

kids into bed and began cleaning up the campsite. At eleven thirty PM, I was putting out the fire as my wife was heading up the steps in our travel trailer, when at that exact moment, we heard a loud, screaming growl from six hundred yards away. It was so loud and far away, while at the same time so close, and I recognize that screen. I'd heard it on a number of YouTube channels, but I never dreamt I'd be hearing it for myself. My wife, who had gone inside

where the air conditioner was blowing, didn't hear it. I quickly went in and locked the door and grabbed both of the handguns I had brought with me and had them ready to go. My wife kept asking me what was wrong, but I told her not to worry about it. Telling someone not to worry only makes them worry more, though, so I finally told her that we would talk about it in the morning, and thankfully, nothing happened that night, and I'm sure Bigfoot is not happy with the big

influx of people coming into his domain. It used to happen only during hunting season, but now it's all summer long. It makes me feel kind of bad for them.

thing we saw or heard the entire weekend. And now he gets into his theories, and this is interesting, It's interesting and relevant. I have a theory on what Bigfoot is. The Bible tells us plain as day, and no, I do not think they are Nephelum, as so many people have suggested. Bigfoot is Cain and his descendants. Everyone knows that Cain was the first person to ever commit the sin of murder, but he's also the first who turned his back on the Lord. He was a son of

Adam and Eve. And I think the Bible clearly lays out the curse of Cain as being bigfoot. All right. Here a couple verses from Genesis that describe Cain's punishment. And Cain talked with Abel, his brother, And it came to pass when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him. And the Lord said, unto Cain, where is Abel thy brother? And he said, I don't know, am I my brother's keeper? And he said, what hast thou done? The voice of

thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground. And now art thou cursed from the earth which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand. When thou tellest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength. A fugitive and a vagabond, thou shalt be on this earth. And Cain said, unto the Lord, my punishment is greater than I can bear. Behold Thou's driven me out this day from the face of the earth,

and from thy face shall I be hid. And I shall be a fugitive and a vagabond in the earth. And it shall come to pass that every one that findeth me shall slay me. And the Lord said unto him, Therefore, whosoever slayeth Cain, the vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold. And the Lord said, a mark upon Cain, lest any finding him should try to kill him. Genesis, chapter four,

verses eight through fifteen. Cain's punishment was that he and his posterity are cursed, as the scripture says, a mark is placed upon him and his posterity there cursed to roam the earth, is a fugitive and a vagabond. This also states that they won't be successful in raising crops as part of the curse, which is why they don't, even though I'm sure they are intelligent enough. Can you find anything more suitable or descriptive of a life of

a bigfoot? The Lord also hence in verse five fifteen, that he will make it hard for man to find him, et cetera. Finally, he says that his description is such that if anyone sees him, they will be scared and want to kill him. And now he goes on to give another account from the eighteen hundreds. He writes, the following account comes from the early eighteen hundreds. It is from a man named David Patten, in which one claims to be came quote. I was riding along the road

on my mule. Suddenly I noticed a very strange personage walking beside me. His head was about even with my shoulders as I sat in my saddle. He wore no clothing, but was covered with hair. His skin was very dark. I asked him where he dwelt, and he replied that he had no home, that he was a wanderer in

the earth and traveled to and fro. He said he was very miserable creature, and that he had earnestly sought death during his sojourn upon the earth, but that he could not die, and his mission was to destroy the souls of men. About the time he expressed himself, thus I rebuked him in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by virtue of the Holy Priesthood, and I commanded him to go hence, and he immediately departed out

of my sight. Cain's curse was to live till the end of time to pay for what he had done. I will say that I don't think that is the fate of his offspring. God is just and in my opinion, his descendants have the mark or the genetics of Cain, but they live and die as we do. Also, I think his posterity are mostly good with very few bad, just like us humans. I think the Lord will judge them as he does us. I offer one last side

note as further proof. There was a show on the History Channel wherein a group of guys went up to a remote lake in Canada where there was a lot of bigfoot activity. At this cabin, they put down bearboards under the windows and the doors. Baarboards are essentially a piece of ply of wood with nails sticking up through them. If a bear steps on the nails, it is discouraged from hanging around. On the bearboards set out by these men,

they found blood and hair. They were able to do a DNA analysis of it, and to their surprise, they were told the DNA was almost human, but slightly different. The scientists went on to say that it was almost as if the DNA was from a cursed human. It was closer to any human than anything they'd seen, but slightly changed. Well, those are my thoughts, and I think of all the theories, this one makes the most sense.