Archive 212 Bigfoot

for the duration of their hunt. One year, they asked me if I wanted to go, I would get to stay in one of their timber shelters. They would cook for me over the campfire, and they'd even let me shoot one of their rifles. They promised it would be a lot of fun, and I asked my dad if it'd be okay, and after they assured him that they would take good care of me, he agreed to let me go. We headed out on a Friday evening, and I remember the day because it meant I would be

missing Saturday morning cartoons the next morning. Oh man, that, oh, anything that interrupted Saturday morning cartoons was horrible for me to brother. I agree with that, but I digress. For a kid, that was a big deal, but this sounded like more fun. Besides, I really wanted to fire my brother's thirty thirty rifle, even if it would probably knock me on my butt. We crammed into the front seat of my brother's regular cab pickup and headed further into

the mountains. It seemed like it took forever, so I think we must have been up there quite away. Of course, I was still a kid, and so the distance may have been exaggerated in my mind, but it seemed like it took a really long time. We finally parked in a clearing outside of the main tree line, and we

hiked the rest of the way in. We went far enough in that one of my brothers had to carry me on his back for the last half of the walk to the campsite, and by the time we got there it was getting late, at least it was for me. So I sat on a log and watched as my brother set up the camp and started a fire. Then we went into the shelter, crawled into our sleeping bags, and we fell asleep. The next morning, we got up at the start of the day, but our food supply

was gone. My brothers had hung it in a large pine tree the night before. I remember it looking impossibly high to my juvenile mind. There were broken branches all over the ground around that tree. These were big branches, not just little branches, and they were broken off way up the trunk. My older brother, who was six foot five inches tall, remarked that he would have had to

use a ten foot ladder to get up there. My oldest brother was sure it wasn't a bear because he chosen a branch that stuck out from the tree, and black bears would be too small to reach it. He figured even a grizzly wouldn't have been able to get up to that bag. They both looked pretty confused and angry. Now we would have to leave the next day, which meant that they would only have one day to hunt. It was just sad, really, and I was looking forward

to having bacon and eggs cooked on the campfire. They brought just enough jerky and snacks to get us through the next morning. So my oldest brother went hunting, while my other brother decided to stay in camp and teach me how to fire the rifle. He really only stayed because my legs were so sore from the long hike in, even though he'd carried me halfway. That evening, my oldest brother returned to camp empty handed. He told us that it had been a very strange day while he was

out there. He didn't see any signs of anything. He didn't see any of the usual small forest animals. He didn't even see any birds. He couldn't find any deer tracks when they were usually tons of them. Plus there was a strange, horrible smell. My older brother mentioned that he'd smell something weird the night before too well. Disappointed that the trip had been a bus we crawled into our sleeping bags that night with plans to pack up

and leave the next morning. But it wasn't long before we heard branches breaking and knocking sounds just outside camp. Then something started grunting, and we all sat up to listen. At first, my brothers thought it was other hunters, but the grunting got louder and it was accompanied by something really big stomping around. My oldest brother grabbed his rifle and stuck his head out to look around. He popped right back in and yelled, grab the guns, we're leaving now.

My other brother started to pack, but my oldest brother told him to leave everything else and to carry me on his back the whole way. This point, I was really scared and I had started crying. The last thing I remember was a strange howling sound. It wasn't like a dog or a coyote or a wolf. This was deeper and louder. The height back to the truck took what felt like hours. When we got there, my brother threw me into the cab and we were gone. I

don't know what it was out there that night. I never saw it, but neither of my brothers ever hunted that area again, and over the years I've tried to get my oldest brother to tell me what he saw, and after all this time, he still won't talk about it. This is the story of how my fascination with sisquatch began, and it comes right out of my book titled Revelations the Humid Hominid Connection. I've always loved the great Northwest

Washington State is certainly one of the most beautiful. While up in the Wanache National Forest in nineteen eighty four, participating in an Army rotc field training exercise, I had an extraordinary experience, one that changed my perspective on life forever. This is a story of my first encounter, and it set me on a path to be an independent researcher.

While the other cadets were sound asleep in their mummy bags under the pine trees, I was pulling duty as a sentry in fireguard, guarding the fire and keeping it going. With standard operating procedure, if you wanted to keep all the critters away and have something to start the coffee in the morning, we also had to tend to the fire to practice good fire safety. While in the forest. We would all take turns and relieve each other every hour on the hour throughout the night. My shift started

at two hundred and was almost over. After kicking my replacement twice and trying to wake him up, I realized that he was not up to the task, and since it was already about three thirty now, I decided to stay by the fire and keep it going until dawn. I recalled with a chuckle a story by a few ftx's before that, a herd of elk passed through the camp and one stopped to lick the salt off the

face of one of the cadets. Up until then, who would have guessed that a person could jump up and run off, screaming into the night while still zipped up in a sleeping bag, but somehow he did it. I guess all you have to do is get one foot out through the zipper and then you can run forever. So there I was all along, keeping an eye on

the low burning campfire. I was sitting face to face to the south with the fire in front of me because the cool n eye air was drifting through the pines from north to south and I wanted to keep the smoke out of my eyes. Suddenly I heard something coming through the woods. The sound was over my right shoulder at about my five o'clock position. Whatever it was, it had to be big and heavy, because limbs and twigs were snapping and popping, and it was coming up

the hill right for our camp site. I was frozen with excitement and anticipation, waiting to see another herd of elks stroll through. And then everything went quiet, like I had just fallen into a dead zone. It was a strange and unusual silence, the kind where time even stands still just before something bad happens. I couldn't see or hear a thing only that within the glow of the campfire and the rhythmic snoring of a few cadets. I quickly started adding more sticks to the fire to increase

in signature in the range of its light. And that's when I realized that I was not the only thing awake in the forest. I sensed a presence of something there standing next to a big pine tree at my two o'clock, just on the edge of the firelight, about thirty feet away. I could see it best only in my peripheral view. At night, our vision relies on two primary mechanisms receptors rods and cones in your eye, which

collect in sin light impulses to the brain. At night, a blind spot is evident when looking straight ahead, so your visual acuity is better at night when using your peripheral view. This enabled me to definitely see the silhouette of something dark and huge standing upright. Yes, it was vertical, and it was no elk and it certainly was not a bear standing on its hind legs. It took me a few seconds to process what I was seeing, and

it was something that was not supposed to exist. It was at that point when my blood ran cold and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I still get chills now as I recount this part of the story. I remember saying under my breath, Wow, they really do exist. This creature was standing quietly and very still, and it was checking us out. There was no doubt about it. It was a side squatch and it was a big one picture, a slimmer green hulk

type character with black skin covered in black hair. It was standing there like a statue, all majestic, looking down on me. Up until this experience, I was only aware of the Patterson Gimlins story in the famous video from California, and I also had seen the Boggy Creek Monster movie with some friends around nineteen seventy three. I never gave it much thought after that. I was neither a believer

nor a skeptic. But there it was. It strolled right off the pages of myth, legend and folkal or straight into our camp, confirming the stories to be true. It was standing next to a pine tree, looking at us, or at me. Since I was the only one awaken alert, I could actually see the amber glint of the fire reflecting in its big black eyes, and it was counting us, sizing us up and taking in every detail. I think it was going somewhere in a hurry, and we just

happened to be in its way. The fear that was running through me was unlike anything that can be adequately described. It was downright paralyzing. It was like being at a zoo looking at a ten foot eight hundred pound muscle bound man beast that you didn't know existed, like a new species on display, and you were seeing it for the first time. The sheer size and manlike shape of it filled you with fear, and it made a monstrous

thing to behold. It was dangerous too, because without a retaining wall, fence or moat there to protect you, it could easily take two steps and grab you by the neck with one hand and pinch your head off. We were in the wild and only thirty feet apart, and the feeling of being completely exposed and vulnerable to this

forest giant was overwhelming. The revelation that this huge, wild manlike creature is wandering around freely and thriving on the fringe of human civilization since the dawn of time shocked me to my core. As quick as the fear rushed over me, it started to leave. My fear transformed into the feeling of accepting my fate as I recognized the fact that we just happened to occupy the same space at the same time. He could have killed us all if he wanted, but he didn't, and there was nothing

we could have done to stop him. So the best I could do was sit there calmly and act like it was no big deal. I'm calling it a he because it is an alpha male thing. I just knew it was a male from its posture and sheer size and the feeling I got that he was the one controlling the moment. He wasn't hunched over either. He was standing up straight and proud. His right hand was on the pine tree to his right, and the left arm was relaxed and extended straight down to his left side,

the fingers ending just above the left knee. The size of the left hand was amazingly large, as each finger looked like the size of the biggest and longest banana you could find, and it had fingernails, not claws. His forearm appeared to be longer than his bicep, which was freaking massive. After about a minute of staring at each other,

things started to get even more real. He moved. He began to move counterclockwise around the campsite, from tree to tree to a position directly behind me, and that's when I got a good whiff of a sweaty, musky animal scent. It wasn't offensive, just a wild, wet animal scent hanging

on the night air. And when he was behind me about at my six o'clock position, I remember turning my head to the side to let him know that I was aware of where he was, and I tried to act as disinterested as I could and not show any fear, even though I was still somewhat petrified. I was bluffing it with a cool, calm courage the best I could do. I had to, as I couldn't even feel my legs, so standing up and running away was completely out of

the question. And I sense that he respected the fact that I recognized too or what he was, and accepted his presence without freaking out and waking up the others. We all carried a rubberized M sixteen for training purposes, and I realized that mine was laying on the ground next to me. I made sure not to reach for it or even make a move in that general direction. The last thing I wanted to do was appear threatening

in any way or to get this thing excited. So I just sat there quietly while throwing more sticks on the fire because I had to get a better look at this man beast. My initial fear factor was now fading into pure curiosity with a strange sense of calm due to receiving a feeling or a message that he had no intention of harming us. I can't explain this, but this is when I first realized that I may be a bit of a cognitive EmPATH and was susceptible

to some kind of mind speak telepathy ability. It was like I could feel what it was feeling, and I could hear what it was thinking. My research shows that we are all born with this stability, but it takes an active one to unlock a passive one. Without any doubt, I was clearly being told that we just happened to be in its way, and we're not in any real danger. He also relayed to me a message that he wasn't going to make any noise if I didn't. He even

demonstrated this by not making a sound. No howls, no growls, grunts, or footfalls. He wanted to keep this encounter just between us. Because of this connection, there was an unnatural sense of admiration and respect that existed between us, and it was totally enabled by him. After a few moments, I noticed that he had moved again, back to my two o'clock position next to the tree where I first noticed him.

Now with the fire burning a little brighter, I noticed a knob where a limb had broken off on that tree, just above his head. I registered that so I could determine his height later. And then he moved again and then again, always using the trees to mask his profile. He would move only when I would break eye contact and reach down to throw more sticks on the fire.

He was in stealth mode for sure. While he stood there, I was able to detect a slight shimmer of firelight off his hair, which was about four inches long and longer around the head and the chin area. I could also see a glint of fire light off the oily dark skin of his cheekbone and bridge of his nose and nostrils. I couldn't see any necker ears due to the long black hair. The one thing that was so impressive was how something that huge and heavy, could move

so fluid without making a sound. If I hadn't kept an eye on him, I wouldn't have detected any movement at all. Just as I was getting used to his presence, I sensed that he was in a hurry and had to be somewhere else before sunrise. It was like he said goodbye shortly thereafter, the tension of the moment had left and he was gone. All sensory input that I

was receiving had just dissipated, and the silence lifted. He had departed on the same heading, arriving at my five o'clock and leaving on my eleven o'clock, heading south southeast to wherever he was going. Originally, later, after looking at the map, that heading would have placed him down in the valley just below before dawn, where all of the forms and ranches were. The early morning light came as

I expected, and I started the coffee. I was still in total awe of what had happened, and I felt physically drained and emotionally numb, with a healthy dose of euphoria mixed in for good measure. The others started to stir, and while we had breakfast, someone asked how my night was. After hearing that no one had relieved me from fireguard, I simply said, without thinking, well, we had a visitor, a big, two legged, hairy visitor. Yep, it was a sisquatch.

That's when the smirks and ridicule began and the cynics started weighing in. In fact, following that event, one of my fellow cadets pulled me aside to offer some advice. He said, if you want to kill your military career before it even gets started, then keep talking about what you saw. Well. I got the message allowed and clear, and I vowed never to share that story with anyone again,

at least until the time was right. As the sun crested on the eastern horizon, I walked over to the tree and tried to estimate the height from the ground to the tree knob. I did this by tying a stick to one end of a string of five point fifty pair of cord, and then tossed it up over the tree knob, pulling the stick tight into the notch. When I tied the knot in the cord at the bottom where it touched the ground, it would be tape measured later. It measured out to be nine point four feet,

so he was a big one for sure. I also noticed a trail of impressions in the soft pine duff. They were big impressions, two inches deep, and they went all around the camp perimeter. The prince measured out to be almost twenty inches from heel to toe, with the width being eight inches wide. It was difficult to get an actual measurement due to the soft soul under the pine duff, making none of it cast worthy, but you could easily tell that something big and heavy had moved

through the area. The stride was impressive, as it measured to be about six feet between impressions. I couldn't believe my eyes when I realized that the tracks at my backside my six o'clock position, had closed in and were only fifteen feet away from me where I was sitting. He actually took advantage of my blindside and moved in for a closer look. I'm sure that is when I could smell him, as it put him directly up when from me. I consider myself fortunate to have been there

and awake that night. Maybe things would have ended differently if someone else had been up watching the fire, experiencing a myth, a legend, and an entity of folklore is not something that someone asked for, as it can be a frightening experience if you are receptive to new possibilities and find yourself in the presence of one, remain calm and respectful. In this case, seeing something that we are told does not exist becomes a life changing, significant emotional event.

From that day forward, I began to question a lot because I knew that most people didn't, and knowing the truth is an amazing feeling. If you don't actively pursue the truth in life, then you are destined to live a lie. So if you want to see one, put yourself out there in the wild and embrace your animal spirit, enjoy nature and the great outdoors, and let them find you. And that's the end of its email. Man, that's awesome. I believe I just read a section from his book.

I'm not sure. I'm going to have to read the book to find out. But again, this is written by TJ. Neely. He is the author of Revelations the Human Hominism Connection. Again. It was published about a year ago. I'm sure he'd love it if you check his book out. I don't know the man I have never talked to him. I'm just this is all coming through an email that I got sometime back. So this is a really good story though, and I know everyone enjoyed it. So I want to

thank mister Neely for sending this. I really do appreciate it. Thank you, sir,