Archive 206 Bigfoot Encounters

times late at night I'd heard some strange noises. We were in a fairly remote area, so I wrote it off as a bear rumging through the dumpster, but just to be safe, I told my kids not to go near it, and I didn't give it much more thought. One night in early November, around eleven PM, my wife and I heard grunting and other odd sounds out behind the new edition. I couldn't really see anything from my

bedroom window, so I decided to be slit. I grabbed a flashlight and I went out the front door with an idea of sneaking around and surprising whatever was out there in the dark. I crept around the back, I skirted the garage, and then in the last second, I flipped on the flashlight, pointing it in the direction of the noise. Standing twenty five feet in front of me was the ugliest monster I have ever seen. I felt

my heart physically stop. I was frozen in my tracks, but my mind was going a thousand directions at once. This thing was maybe a foot taller than me and dragging a deer behind it. I was on the uphill end of an incline, so I might be off a little on the height. Its face was like the Neanderthal in the thymb and Us booked, except its eyes and nose were a little more human. I could not believe what I was seeing. After a few seconds, instinct overruled

my mind. I dropped the flashlight and I ran. White men may not have jumping skills, but that night I proved, given the right motivation, running is not a problem. I careened around the garage, sprinted along the front of the house, and I catapulted myself through the front door, slamming it firmly behind me. Breathless and terrified, I realized that I had peed in my pants. I'm not a small man. I'm six foot one and two hundred and forty pounds. I played hockey all my life, so I think it's

safe to say that I'm pretty tough. I've engaged in extreme sports such as sky diving and deep sea diving with sharks, so I think it's safe to say that I'm also brave. But I couldn't sell that house fast enough. We move closer to civilization, and I'm now a gun owner and I'm completely obsessed with these things. I won't go into any woods to this day, even so I carry a ten millimeter glock with me most of the time. It's changed my whole life, my whole outlook, and my

whole attitude. I believe the government tells us lies they know about these things, and that the numbers are much higher than anyone has imagined. They mainly cover it up for money, but they're leaving a lot of people vulnerable. People go into the woods all the time and never come back out because they don't know the dangers that await them there. It's scary to think about, and it's not right. This is a bigfoot encounter that is very unusual. I don't think i've ever read one quite like this.

The woman who wrote it, she doesn't say whether to use her name or not, at least I didn't see that in her email. She has spoken at several public venues sharing her encounter, and I think this account has been published, probably in various locations. I'm not sure, but she wrote this email just for us to hear her story, so I thank you. Guys will really think this is unusual, and it might really give you a different look at Bigfoot.

She writes. I'm a Native American woman, and my encounter happened almost twenty years ago, but it is as clear in my mind as if it happened yesterday. I'm sure it always will be. I lived my life doing things off grid, and usually as far out in the wilderness as I can go. I've climbed to the summit of mountains, stayed at twelve thousand feet in a tent by myself for a month. He slept in the snow just for

the fun of it. I'm that woman who usually can't find any friends to go with me camping because no one wants to go in the winter or rough it. As far out as I go, you would think I would have my encounter in one of those remote places on one of my excursions, but I didn't. I came across this being right smack dab in the middle of the day on a crowded beach full of swimmers in northeastern Washington State. Sorry about my rooster crow in there.

It's real early in the morning and the sun's coming up, and he's I don't know what his deal is. He likes let everybody know he's here. Excuse me for that, she says. My encounter was up closed for a few minutes, but lasted at a distance most of the day. I went kayaking with my kids and my sister in law and her kids at a large wilderness lake in the far northeast corner of Washington, close to the Canadian border. We stopped at a crowded beach at midday so that

we could eat our lunch and stretch our legs. Both my sister in law and I immediately felt extremely uneasy, and we decided not to stay long. She and I joked about there being a serial killer in the area and tried to make light of the unease we felt, but at the same time we made it a point to tell the kids to go in pairs if anyone had to use the outhouse. She and I also went together, and I remember feeling like I was going to be pounced on at any moment while I guarded the outhouse

door for her. It had taken us hours to get there, and we knew we were pushing our luck to make it back before dark. So after the kids had eaten and played in the water for a while, she loaded them up in their boats and they all left together. I lagged behind so I could eat lunch and sneak a much needed cigarette. I didn't intend on being there too long, so I just pushed off the shore in my boat and I sat in it while I ate

and had a cigarette. I noticed the beach had emptied of many of the families who were swimming, and I was now completely alone. I started feeling scared, so I paddled out a few yards from the beach, with the thought in mind that I had more than enough time to get away if a murderer tried to swim out to get me. It's funny the stupid stuff that goes

through your mind during times like this. I was scared until I noticed off in the distance, an old man walked down a steep embankment with two small boys ahead of him, and he sat on a stump under a rope swing about one hundred yards off the beach. He was watching the two while they were doing what little boys do, tossing stones in the water and playing at the water's edge. They had their backs to him and

didn't seem to be paying much attention. I sat in my boat off shore about twenty five yards to finish my lunch and watch them. I felt safe there for a little while, but the feeling of being watched from some other direction quickly returned, and I was becoming overwhelmed. As I sat there in my boat, I was beginning

to let my imagination get the best of me. I began to imagine there was something dangerous in the water, and I started thinking back to the stories that my dad told me of divers seeing sturgeon big enough to swallow a barrel. They may be a docile creature, but the thought of even seeing a fish that large was terrifying, and since I had given my life best to one of the kids, I decided to paddle over close to the shore and stay within reach of it while I

made my way back around the lake. I kayaked over to the shore and I headed in the direction of my family. They were about a quarter mile ahead of me big water. I had to pass right by the old man along the way. He was sitting on the shore on what looked like a stump, with his left leg crossed over his right. His hands were clasped over his upper knee, and he was staring at me, slowly

circling his foot in midair. As I got closer and closer to him, the two little boys had vanished into the trees, but he was still sitting there watching me. I no longer felt uneasy. In fact, I felt safe knowing he had his eyes on me so intently. I thought that if there was something dangerous in the water and I accidentally rolled my boat, he would at least see it and maybe even rescue me. He never took his eyes off me, so I waved at him to be polite, but he didn't wave back. I thought he

must not have seen me. I assumed he was old because he was wearing a turtleneck sweater and long pants. It was in the middle of August on such a hot day, and I figured he must be old. My dad was elderly and had bad circulation, so he always wore clothes that seemed too warm for the summer. I waved to the old man again, but he still didn't wave back. Then I knew he had seen me and

was just being rude. Oh well, I still smiled at him, and since I was only a few yards away and cruising slowly closer, I still wanted to be friendly to this gentleman, and I let him know I wasn't a threat. I don't remember if I just smiled at him or if I actually said hello to him as I got closer. I may have, but to be honest with you, I don't remember because I was shocked by what I saw next. I want to be clear, I don't tell a lot of people the details of this encounter because the ridicule

is unrelenting. Had I been terrified by some hideous monster and barely made it out alive, I think people would accept my testimony more than they do. That's not what happened, though, Since none of us are experts, I failed to see how we can't all learn about the diversity in these beings by listening to each other. Instead, we shun the ones that don't fit the narrative. That's why I'm about to swallow my pride and share with you what I saw.

I have to brace myself for the jokes and in you windows, but I'm willing to put myself out there just to see if anyone else has come in contact with a being like this. As I approached him, I saw that he was not elderly at all like I had thought. He was probably only in his mid forties. His hair was slightly salt and pepper, and his beard had some streaks of gray. He was a handsome man,

movie star quality with perfect features. I know I was staring at him with my jaw drop because people that attractive don't show up very often, especially in these parts. He seemed to have a gleam in his eye that suggested he was enjoying my reaction to seeing him. One corner of his lips curled up slightly in a subtle smile. He had a strong jaw, a perfect narrow nose, high cheek bones, and his eyes were almond shaped. They weren't slanted and were a very pretty light brown color that

was almost golden. His skin was dark tan, and he looked native, but he had a full short trimmed beard. His lips were full, but not leathery or disproportionate. He was absolutely gorgeous. His head was perfectly shaped, and his neck was also proportionate to his shoulders and the rest of his body. He wasn't glaring at me, but he was squinting from the sun. Even though his eyes were narrowed, I could still tell he had large, very thick lashed eyes.

They weren't overly big or bulging. He had a bit of prominent brow ridge, but nothing out of the ordinary. If you've ever seen the actor James Momoa, you'll see he has a pronounce of brow ridge that I would compare to this. As I passed him, maybe seven feet away, I realized I was staring at him. That was rude of me, so I averted my eyes. It was then, in the split second I was looking away, I noticed he was not wearing a turtleneck. He was completely covered

in thick, silver tipped brown hair. Immediately I looked back over at him, and he was not wearing any clothes at all, but it was completely covered in short, glossy, clean looking hair. I was close enough that I could tell what direction the hair grew had he not been covered in hair, I would have thought I had a chance of meeting a movie star or a Hollywood model. He was absolutely stunningly masculine and a literal example of a perfect human male. Yeah, I'll tell the writer right now.

I get those compliments all the time, the perfect human male. But don't think anything about it. You know, it's just something I have to deal with. As my kayak slowly cruised in front of him, I know it was my turn to stare blatantly. His shoulders were very broad, and his chest muscles and biceps were well defined, not freakish like those goofy bodybuilders on steroids. He was strong looking, but not ad normal for his size. I realized that I was rude for staring at him, and so I

looked ahead of my boat for a moment. But then my curiosity got the best of me and I look back over my shoulder. By then he stood up and was standing sideways to me, facing up the hill, and had reached over his head to swipe a branch out of his face. He had to have been at least eight feet tall, and he was so muscular I could see his muscles rippling beneath the hair on his biceps, in his thighs. It was just surreal. I wasn't afraid. I was just stunned, and my only thought was what

kind of skin disorder does this man have? And while I was a newdist living clear out here in the middle of the wilderness, I never saw his genitalia. I wasn't looking for that because I was already embarrassed to be staring at him. Once I realized he was naked. A little while later, I glanced back over my shoulder again, but he had completely vanished into the trees. By the

time I caught up with my family. My sister in law brought to my attention there was a hunter walking at the top of the mountain in a big open clearing alongside me. I was in the water, and he was a half mile away. As the crow flies above me on a steep mountain. He kept up with my boat and walked looking down the mountain towards me every few steps. For the rest of the day. He was

far enough away his body hair looked like clothing. Again, none of the others noted anything abnormal about him, except that he kept looking down at me as he walked. I can't imagine how fast he had to be traveling to make it to the top of that steep hill in time to get to the grassy summit at the same time I passed in my boat. He was there, though, and we watched him, keeping up with me without effort.

I lost sight of him when the high mountain meadow dropped back into the trees on the other side of the peak, and by the time I was loading up the boats in my truck it was almost dark and we were exhausted. I kept catching myself stopping and looking up into the darkness of the tree line at the edge of the lake every few minutes, because I could never shake the feeling of being watched. Even though I didn't see him, I knew he was there in the trees,

still staring at me. I didn't tell others about what I saw because they would have laughed. My kids know what happened, but at the time I didn't say anything, and they believed me because they have had their own sightings in other places. I couldn't get my encounter out of my mind. I never once thought he was a sasquatch. I honestly thought he was an attractive man with some kind of skin disorder that caused excessive body hair. You see,

I didn't believe in Bigfoot. I thought it was a myth told by the elders to keep kids from straying too far from camp. I thought I must have come across someone who had the same skin disorder as the wolf boy from the old Barnum and Bailey circus during the turn of the century. I was curious as I had never seen it in real life before, so I set out to do some research. As it turned out, I was perusing the Internet searching for information, and I

came across a website that seemed to be informative. It was a form for anomalies and if you told them your story, maybe they could help you solve your mystery. I posted what I had seen and didn't think anything of it until I got a phone call just a short while later the same day. This was the era when there were caller ID boxes that would show who was calling on your landline. I got this call within an hour of posting it. The caller I d read

us government. I picked up not knowing what was going on and thinking something bad must have happened to one of my relatives. The person who answered told me he was so and so from the Department of I can't remember, and he would like to talk to me about the Sasquatch I had seen and written about on the forum. I honestly had to ask him who he was again, because the name Sasquatch completely took me off guard. He repeated it, and I instantly realized that I didn't want

to talk to him. I panicked and I hung up on him. Did I really hear him say Sisquatch? My curiosity got the best of me then, and I began to research a Bigfoot and I came across the newly organized BFRO. I eventually got up the nerve and I told my story. I received a lot of ridicule from even my sister in law, who claimed all I had seen was a hunter and to quit being a ninny. So I was hell bent on finding anyone I could

talk to who would believe me. At the time, the BFRO seemed to be the most trustworthy source, so I told them my story, and it wasn't long before I was asked to be interviewed on several bigfoot radio stations and speak at other conferences. In fact, I was supposed to speak at another conference this coming weekend, but it was canceled due to the COVID pandemic. The man I saw was just that he was a man. He was

not an ape. He was intelligent, and even though he didn't speak to me, I could tell he had a personality and a soul. I will admit with all of my heart that when I looked into his eyes, I felt like I was looking at someone who was superior to me in intelligence, sort of like a college professor when you're just starting high school. To kill one of them truly would be murder, and I feel sick to my stomach to think that there are those who are calling for a body to give them empirical evidence for

their existence. For those of us who have come in contact with them, we have all the empirical evidence we need. They are real, and there many more out there than we realize. Since this first encounter, I have had several more brief ones that would probably be boring to your listeners, but encounters Nonetheless. I don't know if this being was stalking me out of curiosity or some other reason. We

don't know enough about them to be certain. I guess our only information comes from people like you and I who pull iron encounters together on forums such as this and glean from each other to the traits we witnessed from them. I often think about the hairy man I came face to face with. Was he as Sasquatch as the government workers said, or did I come across some other being? He certainly wasn't the big ape like animal

I pictured in my mind. I also think about the two little boys who were standing right next to him, and I wonder about them. They had their backs to him the whole time while they at the water's edge. Could they see him or was he somehow invisible? He sat watching them the way a loving grandpa would watch over his family. My biggest question about them is this, who were those little boys? They vanished before I could see them up close? Were they his? Thank you for

reading my story. I realize it's different from most encounters, and I'm going to get flat for it, but it's worth it to me to see if there are others out there who have had similar encounters with ones who were more human than animal. And she does sign off with two hawks laughing. That's her tribal name, and I don't know what to say about this story other than it is an awesome story. Oh my gosh. I mean I could visualize this guy as I was reading this

just then. Some people think they're other humans, and some people think they're these big hooking beasts that roamed the forest killing things. I don't really think we know. I know people will say why they all have personalities just like humans do. But it's a little bit different than that. Actually it's it's it's deeper than that. From all the reports I've read, What do you guys think about this?

Has anyone out there ever seen or encountered a creature or a being anywhere in your life that matches this physical description or the characteristics of its personality or behavior. If you do comment below, I'm sure the writer will scar the comments, and do not do not leave a

mean comment for this writer. I got into it the other day with a commenter, and I mistakenly thought he was being sarcastic about not believing one of the stories, and I wound up apologizing to him and he was telling me I went half cocked and all this kind of stuff. First, I'll say this, what fascina me is that people will leave nasty comments and then when I bite back, they're so offended. That's not the case with this gentleman. He was right. He was telling me that

I overreacted, and he was right. And I do that sometimes, and if you've seen me do that in the comment section, it comes out of this one motive. I am very protective of the writers who send me these stories, you know, I, in my view, it takes a lot of guts to do that, because I think some of these stories could be identified from people in their area if they heard them. You know, you're really putting yourself out there, even if you're anonymous, although being anonymous is the safest way to go.

But they put themselves out there, and I'm a bit overprotective of them because I know when they hear their story in a video, they're going to read the comments, and I don't want them reading nasty comments from these people. The people that leave those comments are like the they're all bigfoot people. They're probably in some Bigfoot grind. They're sitting there listening to some other channel who claims they know everything about Bigfoot, and they're revealing everything about Bigfoot,

and that's all a big lie. Nobody's going to reveal anything about Bigfoot. All we have are the stories and a few questionable images, and that's all we have. And then we have stories like this that really add a whole other dimension, at least it does to me in the mystery of what is Bigfoot. So anyway, please don't leave any nasty comments. If you do, I'm just gonna ban you. I'm going to delete it. I'm going to ban you. Why waste your time doing that? Just don't

do it? All right, I've talked enough here. Heckoff made this video longer than it needed to be, but I felt like I wanted to say that, and to the gentlemen that I overreacted to, I do apologize. I have done that half a dozen times through the life of this channel. I don't mean to be combative. I'm not a confrontational person at all, and I've never picked a

fight in the comments ever, not one time. But once somebody leaves a nasty comment, most of time, I'm gonna jump back at him or just ban them, and they go away forever. I'm tired of talking about that, all right. I hope you guys enjoyed the story.