BIGFOOT.. SAAQUATCH.. have you seen one?

I'll keep adding to this tomorrow.. in the meantime if you have a story add it.

i don't need convincing these things are real.

OP, I appreciate your story.


My understanding is that just as there are different consciousnesses in humans who can look similar on the outside,
I think the same goes for the creature known as Sasquatch/Bigfoot.

There are reports that some of them can be quite violent and are carnivorous, but I believe some can be vegetarians too.

Also, based upon what I witnessed, they have the ability to "shift" into the 4th dimension, thereby becoming invisible to the physical eye.

When I first saw the 2 Bigfoots in my yard, (Spring of 2008) I couldn't believe what i was seeing,
but then a short while later there was a report in my local paper of a woman who lived about 3 miles from me,
who had a close encounter also with the 2 Bigfoots,
one larger, about 7 feet tall, the other about 4 and a half feet tall,
which I felt was a mother and child .......

I started to do a bit of research and found that the Native Americans referred to BigFoot as the Dweller between dimensions,
which confirmed for me that I had indeed witnessed them shifting into the 4th dimension.
later on that Summer in the very near distance,
I heard the sound of screaming/roaring that had the resonance of coming from a very large chest cavity, too big to be a person, dog, wolf or coyote,
I knew it was a BigFoot and it was a truly bone chilling sound to say the least.....


more later...

I thought I had but it turned out it was just moochelle obama!!

It was a cold and rainy morning in the pacific northwest, me and some buddies had rented a cabin in the middle of no where, what I saw that day will never leave me and always haunt me, and the worst part is no one has ever believed what I saw.


I had to use the out house, as I made my way to its location some 75 feet from the cabin I heard odd noises, grunting, hi pitched squeeling and odd chatter like sounds.

I decided to follow to the source and when i got to a small clearing I could not believe my eyes. There was a sasquatch probably 8 foot tall butt fucking a unicorn, and the weirdest part, a crew of lepracons filming the whole thing, it was weirdest porn mover ever.

I still to this day have nightmares and still no one ever beilieves me.

Sooooo.. anyway..

to continue on with this.

During that summer my friend and I decided to run the woods and see what we could see. we found strange stick (log) formations all around an area that was just to the north. There was a creek that flowed west to east and a high bank on the south side probably about 50 feet or so. It was fairly steeep and had eroded a bit. There was a large hemlock tree that had fallen over and the root ball was about ten feet on the south side of the creek. Right up against that bank something had taken the smaller trees that were near it and bent them under the trunk of that fallen hemlock. It had then broken of others (that were much too big for a person to break) and laid them over that.. there was about 3 feet of other small branches and grass, leaves, sticks and twigs piled on top of that. There was an entrance and inside was a "bed" made out of hemlock boughs and about a foot of dried grass.

we found at least one spot where it was holing up.

It wasnt long before we felt like we were being "watched" and thought it best to get out of there.

Several others had said they had heard noises coming from that area.

During the next few months the screaming was intermittent and other strange events happened. One night we heard something large moving n the treeline, we had some old headlights from a truck that would plug into an extention cord.. they were VERY bright when used that way. They would get hot fast though.

We plugged one in and shined the light into the trees.. we could not see anything moving and about 15 seconds into this we heard a thud... one of our outside cats came flying in over the trees and hit the side of the trailer leaving quite a dent about 12 feet off the ground. The cat ran off but we found her dead 2 days later from the injuries.


There was a horse farm about three miles from us, i heard from one of their workers that a foal had gone missing one night, they looked all over for it and it was gone. This could have been blamed on any number of critters aside from the fact they were nursing the mare because something had bit her on the shoulder. I went in and took a look and the "bite" was just like that of a human.. only MUCH larger. None of our normal animals would have done that.

As i said.. we were dirt poor. i hunted small game and fished quite a bit during the spring and summer and we poached deer before winter to fill the freezer. So i spent LOTS of time in the woods.

Sep. of that year I was out looking for deer, there was a well used deer trail that I knew they always used that ran east west along the foot of the mountain and was a regular highway, i had set up along there before and had good luck bagging meat.

On this day it was going to be one of my last stops along the way down the mountain and i was going to sit at the west end where it came out in an open field. There was an old apple tree in that field and I was going to load up with apples before heading home if i didnt shoot a deer.

As i walked the trail listening hard for any signs of deer.. I heard something making quite a racket in the woods ahead of me. It was that time of day when it just starts to get dark when you are in the trees but in the open there is plenty of light left.

As i walked to the end of the trail where it opened up to the field.. i looked into the field for deer, i got another shock..

About 125 yards ahead of me I saw it.. walking away through the high grass, the grass was 3-4 feet tall and it came up toabout its thighs. This thing was huge and was walking at a brisk clip away from me, I shouldered my rifle I had a mini-14 at the time and dropped the crosshairs on it.. high on the back, i snicked the safety off and took the slack out of the trigger.. at that moment this thing.. still walking turned its upper body and looked directly at me.. it knew I was there. I cannot explain the look, but I knew that if I pulled that trigger it was not going to be good.. my blood ran cold and I could feel my heart pumping in my head and ears.

I took my finger off the trigger and it looked forward again and kept moving. It crossed about another 300 yards of field and disappeared in the woods on the opposite side.

i went home with no deer and no apples.

The way that thing looked at me haunted me for weeks.

the woman in the whitehouse.

Why did you walk 250 feet away from your friend to piss?

I've seen a few Snatchquatch in my time but never a bigfoot.

That one is pretty original.. not.

I can't stand the filthy cunt either, so could all of you please refrain from fucking up this thread with the white house wookie sasquatch shit.. it really is old and is better used when some stupid blind asshole writer claims she is beautiful.. #gag#

Tell monica hi~!

bump for stories... i have much more i will be putting here.. it seems for some reason i have an affinity for running into these things.. its been goin on for 30 years.

When I was 10 I lived in a little logging village called zebellose. Me and my mates were out in the woods one day and we saw a load of kids on a bus that got a flat tyre. We were watching them from a little island on a lake and knew they would come over to explore so we made a sasquatch footprint in the mud, about 16 inches long and five wide. They saw it and we nearly pissed ourselves laughing. I always did wonder if they believed it :-)

Cute.. i am sure there are plenty of faker out there.

The rest of that year was sort of quiet.. there was a guy who lived up on the mountain. he lived in a little trailer had a genset for electricity and raised pigs and chickens to eat. he also raised dobermans and had several he kept there.

I ran across him one day up on the mountain and he showed me his "new" pistol.. it was a .41 mag. he normally had a .38 so i asked him why 41 mag.. he said the .38 would not be big enough to drop the bear that had been going after his turkeys.

he said something was biting the wings off of them and heads and leaving them to die, it did not sound like "bear" to me.

A few weeks later i saw him at the general store and he told me something had taken bites out of his hogs.. two of them. I took my dirtbike and went there later in the day, same type of bites as the horse.

After discussing it with him i asked him about the bear.. he said he saw it one night walking away from his turkey pen.. on two legs. bears only do that for short distances.. he insisted bear but described something else.

He also said that he knew when it was around because his dobermans would go inside and hide under the bed..


Later on that year my step-brother and i went camping in a remote area about 15 miles from home.. it was getting cold and moving toward winter. IIRC it was deer scouting.. anyway. we had made camp and set up the tent, cooked some grub over the fire, relaxed had a smoke and a shot or two.. just bullshitting.

It got late so we climbed into the tent and got in our fart sacks.

The fire died down and i was almost asleep when i heard branches breaking and something moving around in the distance. maybe 30-40 yards out. It was dark and I could not see anything so I didnt know if my SB was awake or not.

IT meandered around the woods just outside of camp for about an hour and then.. it came into camp. you could feel the footsteps.

it walked around the tent once and then stood outside for a few minutes, you could hear the breathing, like a horse or large animal. then proceeded off through the woods to the north.

i didn't sleep well the rest of the night.

The next morning when the sun lit up the tent we both poked our heads out of our bags and looked at one another.. i didn't say a word, he slipped his ruger redhawk out of his bag and said "If that fucker had TOUCHED this tent I was gonna kill it".. my pistol was still laying on the floor of the tent.

We opened up the tent and crawled out to a light snow on the ground and the whole way around the tent were large footprints about 20 inches long.. 5 toes.. human like.. typical tracks.

we had a visitor.. nothing was touched outside as we had left a few things out there, our mess kits and such but it didn't bother them.

We packed up camp and scouted deer the rest of the day with nothing out of the ordinary happening.

In August 2001 I was tent camping alone at Hardin Ridge Recreation Area in Hoosier National Forest, one of the most remote and rugged places in the Midwest. The only other people around were camped at a site several hundred yards away. I was laying in my tent, nearly asleep, when I heard a metallic "clank" sound against my car. I then heard BIPEDAL footsteps walking in my campsite. I looked out of the tent quietly but I didn't see anything. I unzipped the tent door and crawled out with my flashlight and I walked toward the car, taking a wide path around the car in case someone was hiding behind it. Not finding anyone, I shined the light toward the woods, but didn't find the intruder.

Whoever/whatever it was, it had walked into the woods and disappeared into the hollow below in total darkness.

thought there would be more replies.. comn GLP.. you are ACs.. lets hear the stories!

So.. in 1984 I enlisted in the ARMY. Moved away from that area and went through a bunch of training before finally landing in the 82nd Abn, Div.

I was infantry and after a year or so i started getting more schools. One of them was RECONDO or at the time was referred to as RANGER finishing school. LOL

The course was on Ft. Bragg on the north side in an area we called Manchester.

manchester road ran out there and it was a shitty training area full of pine scrub some palmetto and oak. There were a few creeks that ran through it.

I didn't know it at the time but the area was known for some weird shit happening. During the third week of school we were out on a night long Range recon. we had been moving all night and were suposed to avoid contact with OPFOR at all costs. our OBJ was a small MOUT site and we were supposed to crawl up and take up OP/LPs around the site and spend the next day reporting intel.

We were about 8 klicks out and moving deliberately through a wooded area toward the ORP.

All of a sudden there was a commotion at the front of the formatiion and our point man freaked out. There were two of us playing PL that night and we moved off the flank to the point to figure out what the fuck was going on, there were no flares, gunfire or anything that would have signaled contact.

Our point man met us halfway back the formation and was shaking like a dog shitting razor blades.. he swore up and down that something had grabbed his leg from inside a clump of bushes and tried to drag him off, he even dropped his rifle and we had to find it in the dark.

i had the team set a hasty perimeter while i conferred with the others to decide what to do. At that time the thought of a BF was far from my mind and didnt even enter the picture.

I reassembled the formation and put another man on point. We moved out toward our ORP .

We had move about a quarter mile whenthere was a whole shitload of noise off our flank, sticks popping trees shaking the whole fuckin enchilada. About 5 seconds later a whole bunch of shit started raining down on us, dirt clods with grass attached, logs, stones, sticks... we were being bombarded.

I knew at that moment this was not OPFOR they would have had flares and we would have been fired on. No this was someone else. The team set up in another hasty perimeter and I yelled for my RTO.. shit was still flying in on us. One of my AGs moved up with the RTO and had a pair of PVS-7B's with him, I swiped the nods and put them on. I turned on the illuminator as well but could not see past the leaves and bushes with it. So i turned it off and relied on ambient light. 50-69 yards back through the woods I could see movement.. there were three separate individuals, large and moving fast.

I got my guys to move up and direct their attention to that area.. we had blanks as it was training I told them to remove their BFAs and hand cycle the rifles thinking maybe the noise would drive them off.. at the same time i was on the radio calling in a SITREP to S-2.

I was still watching through the nods and my guys were firing blanks to make noise when i saw the figures stop raising hell and move off away from us.

i thought we had scared them and they were leaving.. they appeared again about 70 yards off our flank in the woods on the side, the bastards moved off and then flanked us. they were not throwing shit though, just shaking trees and whooping.

There was a KIWA with FLIR on the way to our location so we had to sit tight.. I am sure the OH-58 was loaded with some real ordnance as well ..

we waited for about 20 minutes for the kiowa to show up and i established contact with the bird. They kept us informed of the subjects location and movements.. as we tried to unass the AO they would try to flank us.. we would fire some blanks toward them and they would move off.

The kiowa driver called in a pair of UH-60s to a clearing about a half mile to our east. We changed direction and moved to extraction. The 58 was calling the locations the whole way.. as we approached the clearing for extraction the subjects fell back and stayed behind. We all ran our asses to those blackhawks, piled in and got the fuck out of there.

it was about an hour to daylight and when we got back to the TOC we got a de brief, It went like this.."monin gentlemen!, so you met the manchester monster last night, you aren't the first and wont be the last... leave it at that and go get some rest.

We were all reall happy they knew those fuckers were there and so easy going... and then sent us straight in to meet them.

we did 2 more LRRPS before graduation that were completely uneventful. but that is one i won't ever forget.

where are you located?

C'mon GLP.. you are disappoint..

I know more of you have seen these beings..

Not sure why, I had to pee so bad and was just in such a hurry I started to run to the east and before I realized it, I was 250 feet away from my friend.

Have had other experiences as well over the last few decades.. wanna hear some other here.

I know you guys are out there.

Yep
Group of us pitched a tent in a valley in
the state park.
Throughout the night, large rocks were being
thrown from the hill above, down towards our tent.
It was not the type of place where boulders fall like
that naturally - something was throwing for sure.
In the morning, we saw the rocks and they were way too
big for a human to throw like that.
This was in the PNW.