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Showing posts with label Encounter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Encounter. Show all posts
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Bigfoot and fishing
I was reminded of an old possible Bigfoot encounter during a conversation with a gentleman on Facebook earlier. Not only did I have a nice chat but I also got a new topic for a post!
It was probably close to five years ago. I was into reading some Bigfoot stuff but I wasn't hardcore into it yet. I was still in that stage of not even thinking that they existed outside of the Pacific Northwest. I was also still a few years away from discovering the BFRO data base, and I was very naive about the subject of Bigfoot. So here it goes....
I was fishing with my three sons, one of their friends, a buddy of mine, and his son. We were pulling an all nighter for Catfish. We had lanterns lining the shore and chairs, coolers, the whole nine yards. We were having a grand ol time. I'm guessing it was around 1-3 am and I have to take a pee. So I head away from the lake to where I parked my truck to check on my little guys before I go. The boys typically would make it a few hours before they ate all the snacks and fell asleep. So I check on them and then head into the woods a bit to relieve myself. I started to go when I heard heavy bipedal footsteps walking down off the hillside towards me. Whatever this thing was it didn't try to mask it's steps in any way. It was loud and it was also making what I can only describe as a pig sounding grunt as it walked. It was making this sound with every step it took and was very loud. I liken it to what a pack of wild pigs would sound like. So I'm trying to get done peeing and I know half of it is on me, and just as I'm finishing this thing is on me. It stops dead in it's tracks at roughly 20 yards and is totally silent! I'm standing there in the dark trying to decipher what the heck this thing is. I don't hear or smell anything. After several minutes of this stand off, it starts walking back in the direction in which it came. I really can't remember if it was making that grunting sound on it's retreat or not.
Like I said earlier I never knew Bigfoot was in Pennsylvania so that never crossed my mind. If it wasn't for the bipedal sounding footsteps I would of chalked it up to a wild hog. I also did some research on the park and there isn't supposed to be any feral hogs in the area. Bigfoot or not?? I guess we will never know.
Above is an areal photo of where the event happened. The X is where I was standing and the line was the path that the mystery "grunter" took. The road is actually a lane to get back to the lake and isn't a main road. One other feature of note is the power line cut away paralleling the road. Its really big woods in this area with plenty of farm land. I checked the BFRO data base and there is one report that is not too far from here. You can check it out herehttp://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=3550 Happy Squatchin....
It was probably close to five years ago. I was into reading some Bigfoot stuff but I wasn't hardcore into it yet. I was still in that stage of not even thinking that they existed outside of the Pacific Northwest. I was also still a few years away from discovering the BFRO data base, and I was very naive about the subject of Bigfoot. So here it goes....
I was fishing with my three sons, one of their friends, a buddy of mine, and his son. We were pulling an all nighter for Catfish. We had lanterns lining the shore and chairs, coolers, the whole nine yards. We were having a grand ol time. I'm guessing it was around 1-3 am and I have to take a pee. So I head away from the lake to where I parked my truck to check on my little guys before I go. The boys typically would make it a few hours before they ate all the snacks and fell asleep. So I check on them and then head into the woods a bit to relieve myself. I started to go when I heard heavy bipedal footsteps walking down off the hillside towards me. Whatever this thing was it didn't try to mask it's steps in any way. It was loud and it was also making what I can only describe as a pig sounding grunt as it walked. It was making this sound with every step it took and was very loud. I liken it to what a pack of wild pigs would sound like. So I'm trying to get done peeing and I know half of it is on me, and just as I'm finishing this thing is on me. It stops dead in it's tracks at roughly 20 yards and is totally silent! I'm standing there in the dark trying to decipher what the heck this thing is. I don't hear or smell anything. After several minutes of this stand off, it starts walking back in the direction in which it came. I really can't remember if it was making that grunting sound on it's retreat or not.
Like I said earlier I never knew Bigfoot was in Pennsylvania so that never crossed my mind. If it wasn't for the bipedal sounding footsteps I would of chalked it up to a wild hog. I also did some research on the park and there isn't supposed to be any feral hogs in the area. Bigfoot or not?? I guess we will never know.
Above is an areal photo of where the event happened. The X is where I was standing and the line was the path that the mystery "grunter" took. The road is actually a lane to get back to the lake and isn't a main road. One other feature of note is the power line cut away paralleling the road. Its really big woods in this area with plenty of farm land. I checked the BFRO data base and there is one report that is not too far from here. You can check it out herehttp://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=3550 Happy Squatchin....
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Mike Wooley's terrifying Bigfoot encounter
Again stories like this one are the reason I believe 100% in Bigfoot without ever seeing one myself. This guy is telling the truth and there is nothing anyone can say to change my mind! Please watch!
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Great documentary of Bigfoot!
I know a bunch of these videos are older and most hardcore Squatchers have seen them several times over. But there are also people who are new to Squatchin that have never seen any of these videos before. So please bear with me and understand. With that said....I love this documentary!!
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Do Bigfoot play hide and seek???
I'm posting a video of Neil Frost from Australia who has been having consistent Yowie activity around his house for quite a while now. For those of you who do not know, a Yowie is Australia's version of Sasquatch or Bigfoot. It's pretty riveting listening to Neil talk about his experiences. Neil describes in great detail how he approached a Yowie one night and it took off like an elephant, crashing through the bush. As he followed, the Yowie would take off again. Almost like it was "playing a game". I have never heard of this suspected Yowie/Squatch behavior before, but it struck a cord with me because I have experienced it for myself!!
My son Josh, two of his friends, and myself took an impromptu trip out to our research area one evening two Summers ago. Our plan was to hang out on a power line and observe any movement across the valley. This spot is in an area where we had some activity previously. We found that if we hung out in this area long enough, the local Squatch would come to us. They usually announced their presence by tossing a rock in our direction, stomping the ground, or knocking a tree over. The latter has happened 2 or 3 times and there was never any wind to explain it off and it always accompanied other suspected activity. This evening started with a scream that we all heard plain as day 3/4 of the way up the other side of this power line and probably a 1/4 mile to the right. That area is nasty and steep and the closest thing I can compare it to is the "Black Timber" in Colorado. I can only walk through it in the early Spring before green up. For the next hour or so there was really nothing going on and twilight was getting close.We were standing facing this same direction and snapping some pics of each other and enjoying each others company when I heard s stick or limb break in the wood line to the right and back of our position. I joked and said there he his guys. We all got a chuckle and kept chit chatting. Then another stick or limb broke. It wasn't the sound of someone or something walking and stepping on a stick but rather an intentional brake if that makes any sense. Again we still didn't process the fact that this could of been a Squatch. Don't ask because I don't know why. We joked again and started laughing kind of louder. Our laughter was short lived because whatever was in the woods wasn't amused and showed it by shaking a tree pretty dang aggressively! I looked at the others and mouthed, "That's a friggin Squatch"! So I did what any self respecting Squatcher would do, I sent one of the younger lads over to investigate...lol
This kid is a funny character. He's the type of kid that is always joking around and always saying and doing funny stuff. He had a small stick he found earlier and a water bottle with him when he started across the power line. It's dark by this time but being out in the open we could see his faint outline as he walked towards the woods. He started out being goofy, and he was making a monkey sound and tapping the empty water bottle as he walked. He kept up his routine till he got to within 15 or so yards from the woods until what sounded like an elephant went crashing through the dense brush. All joking went out the window and quite frankly the shit got real (excuse my French)! He high tailed it back to where the rest of us were standing on the power line and said, "your right that is a friggin Squatch"! So as we pondered what our next move should be, we hear heavy bi pedal foot steps coming back to the edge of the power line where it all started. I really could not believe it. So I did what any self respecting Squatcher would do, I sent the same lad back toward the sound and the wood line...lol
This time it took a little (a lot) of urging to get him to go. He finally agrees and heads towards the woods. He wasn't moving as fast as the first trip and he definitely wasn't making any monkey sounds. Again, he gets to within 15-20 yards from the noise maker and again it takes off like an elephant busting through the woods. But it doesn't run away. It runs about forty yards and stops. By this time I had snuck below and parallel to whatever the heck this thing was. I communicated to our friend to continue into the woods which he did begrudgingly. He advanced about 10-15 yards and this thing would take off for a distance and stop.It was like this thing was playing a game with us! Meanwhile I kept sneaking to cut it off but I think I came too close and it felt what I was trying to do and crashed away. I'm telling you as God as my witness, it was not a deer or bear! If it was a very large person, they would have to be able to see in the dark!
Above is the power line that we were standing on. The wood line that we have had a lot of activity in, and this incident took place in, is just out of view on the right. At the bottom of the hill you are looking at is a small stream that run from right to left and dumps into a larger stream. If you read my introductory post, " A Squatcher Is Born", this larger stream is where the two fellas had their encounter and cast a print. This valley is also where Cliff Barackman and Matt Moneymaker spent several days Squatchin in 2010. If you head down hill from here and wind your way to the right you will find several large rocks. I'm talking as big as small houses. The rocks are under cut on the back side and can be used as shelters by man or beast. Last Spring we found a boat load of small varmint skulls and bones around these rocks. Not saying they are Squatch kills but it looked like a grave yard of bones everywhere. This area during the summer gets overgrown and almost impenetrable and I'm sure the Squatch feel safe hanging out here during the day. They have food, water, and security. I'm not so sure the Squatch that we were playing with wasn't trying to lead us away from this area.
Above is one of the huge rocks where we found all the bones. I find it odd that these two trees just happened to fall in this manner. There are snapped saplings all over this hillside and I documented some of stick formations in an earlier post. This tree formation is just below the above picture. I have a bait site and trail camera set up next to this site right now.
Well I hope I painted somewhat of a picture of what went on that night. I am looking forward to this Summer when they come back to the area. I hope to be able to write some more exciting close encounters. Happy Squatchin....
My son Josh, two of his friends, and myself took an impromptu trip out to our research area one evening two Summers ago. Our plan was to hang out on a power line and observe any movement across the valley. This spot is in an area where we had some activity previously. We found that if we hung out in this area long enough, the local Squatch would come to us. They usually announced their presence by tossing a rock in our direction, stomping the ground, or knocking a tree over. The latter has happened 2 or 3 times and there was never any wind to explain it off and it always accompanied other suspected activity. This evening started with a scream that we all heard plain as day 3/4 of the way up the other side of this power line and probably a 1/4 mile to the right. That area is nasty and steep and the closest thing I can compare it to is the "Black Timber" in Colorado. I can only walk through it in the early Spring before green up. For the next hour or so there was really nothing going on and twilight was getting close.We were standing facing this same direction and snapping some pics of each other and enjoying each others company when I heard s stick or limb break in the wood line to the right and back of our position. I joked and said there he his guys. We all got a chuckle and kept chit chatting. Then another stick or limb broke. It wasn't the sound of someone or something walking and stepping on a stick but rather an intentional brake if that makes any sense. Again we still didn't process the fact that this could of been a Squatch. Don't ask because I don't know why. We joked again and started laughing kind of louder. Our laughter was short lived because whatever was in the woods wasn't amused and showed it by shaking a tree pretty dang aggressively! I looked at the others and mouthed, "That's a friggin Squatch"! So I did what any self respecting Squatcher would do, I sent one of the younger lads over to investigate...lol
This kid is a funny character. He's the type of kid that is always joking around and always saying and doing funny stuff. He had a small stick he found earlier and a water bottle with him when he started across the power line. It's dark by this time but being out in the open we could see his faint outline as he walked towards the woods. He started out being goofy, and he was making a monkey sound and tapping the empty water bottle as he walked. He kept up his routine till he got to within 15 or so yards from the woods until what sounded like an elephant went crashing through the dense brush. All joking went out the window and quite frankly the shit got real (excuse my French)! He high tailed it back to where the rest of us were standing on the power line and said, "your right that is a friggin Squatch"! So as we pondered what our next move should be, we hear heavy bi pedal foot steps coming back to the edge of the power line where it all started. I really could not believe it. So I did what any self respecting Squatcher would do, I sent the same lad back toward the sound and the wood line...lol
This time it took a little (a lot) of urging to get him to go. He finally agrees and heads towards the woods. He wasn't moving as fast as the first trip and he definitely wasn't making any monkey sounds. Again, he gets to within 15-20 yards from the noise maker and again it takes off like an elephant busting through the woods. But it doesn't run away. It runs about forty yards and stops. By this time I had snuck below and parallel to whatever the heck this thing was. I communicated to our friend to continue into the woods which he did begrudgingly. He advanced about 10-15 yards and this thing would take off for a distance and stop.It was like this thing was playing a game with us! Meanwhile I kept sneaking to cut it off but I think I came too close and it felt what I was trying to do and crashed away. I'm telling you as God as my witness, it was not a deer or bear! If it was a very large person, they would have to be able to see in the dark!
Above is the power line that we were standing on. The wood line that we have had a lot of activity in, and this incident took place in, is just out of view on the right. At the bottom of the hill you are looking at is a small stream that run from right to left and dumps into a larger stream. If you read my introductory post, " A Squatcher Is Born", this larger stream is where the two fellas had their encounter and cast a print. This valley is also where Cliff Barackman and Matt Moneymaker spent several days Squatchin in 2010. If you head down hill from here and wind your way to the right you will find several large rocks. I'm talking as big as small houses. The rocks are under cut on the back side and can be used as shelters by man or beast. Last Spring we found a boat load of small varmint skulls and bones around these rocks. Not saying they are Squatch kills but it looked like a grave yard of bones everywhere. This area during the summer gets overgrown and almost impenetrable and I'm sure the Squatch feel safe hanging out here during the day. They have food, water, and security. I'm not so sure the Squatch that we were playing with wasn't trying to lead us away from this area.
Above is one of the huge rocks where we found all the bones. I find it odd that these two trees just happened to fall in this manner. There are snapped saplings all over this hillside and I documented some of stick formations in an earlier post. This tree formation is just below the above picture. I have a bait site and trail camera set up next to this site right now.
Well I hope I painted somewhat of a picture of what went on that night. I am looking forward to this Summer when they come back to the area. I hope to be able to write some more exciting close encounters. Happy Squatchin....
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