3 TRUE Bigfoot/Sasquatch Stories Vol. 1

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we saw a creature near the border and I've got the pictures to prove it posted 11 months ago by Worchester street if you've ever seen a picture of the border between the u.s. and Canada you know that there's a 20-foot gap between trees that goes all along the 49th parallel from the Pacific Ocean until the Atlantic I'm a border patrol agent my job is to ride along sections of the border cutting down any saplings that are starting to grow in that gap and to look for any legal activity that might be happening last week I went on a three-day excursion along a 400 mile section of the border three of us sat out on snowmobiles myself an older guy named Brent and a new hire named John we carried extra gas camping supplies and the satellite phone in case we found anything suspicious the snow was deep so I'm sure you can imagine after a few hours we were put as far from civilization as you can reasonably be in North America we stopped every couple hundred feet to cut down saplings that had been missed in previous excursions we also made stops if any of us saw any suspicious tracks in the woods most everything he'd find this far out in the wilderness was either some very extreme hunters or drug cartels smuggling to Canada it was getting late on the first day of the trip and I was the lead snowmobile carving back and forth in the fresh powder when I saw a shape blocking the path I pulled my machine off to the side Brent and John following my lead the shape I'd seen was a dead moose that was laying on its side there was some blood on the ground next to it but not much Brent walked up to the moose and leaned down next to it he motioned for me to look the mooses throat had been cut all the way down to the bone bran raised an eyebrow at me how do you figure that happens he said I told him that I didn't know but that I'd certainly never seen anything like it before it looked the Moose over and saw no other damage than the long clean cut across its throat John blew air into his hands to warm them up maybe it was a bear or a wolf you've got claws right Brent looked around at the snowy ground said look like there's enough blood here to you because it seems like there's only flecks here and there he pointed to the head and next to the throat there's almost no blood on the snow at all I realized he was right not only that but whatever had killed it hadn't taken any meat just blood apparently John looked at the two of us you guys ever heard about blood-drinking animal out of here before yep but I don't think it tick did that Brent said pointing we couldn't find any more clues so we rode for a few more miles and made camp I called up the base on our satellite phone and told them that we might have found signs of hunters they made a note and told me that a storm was coming in would be hitting later the next day the night passed without any incident and the next morning we set off again I found a bunch of trees and bushes in the morning so we wasted a couple of hours hacking at them and cursing the earlier teams that could have dealt with them while they were smaller we made good time during the afternoon the border wound up to a rocky mountain where trees didn't grow so we were allowed to take a detour around the southern base I took some video of the trail it was only fresh powder so I was having a bit of fun with it in the video I'm in front with Brent and John following behind each of us was hauling a small trailer with her extra gas and supplies as the day ended the snow started falling heavily and we were eager to make camp and wait out the storm so we were already looking for a place that might work when John signaled for us to stop he pulled around and he pointed to some tracks that left the borderline and curved further south into the woods they were clearly human we both looked at Brent and he shrugged I guess we need to check it out if it's a person living out here maybe we can sleep inside tonight if it's drug runners we'll be prepared he pulled his rifle off his machine he pointed at John why don't you keep an eye on our machines while we check this out we will radio you if it's anything good we followed the trail on foot into the woods for about 20 minutes eventually the woods opened up to a clearing single room cabin was visible through the falling snow with its lights off inside the Bren told me to keep an eye out for extra prints and to circle around it to meet up on the other side when we met neither of us had seen any extra footprints Brent slung his rifle this guy's probably just some hermit if it was a cartel we'd have seen more activity he said I told him it was probably true but that if possible the falling snow had covered up other tracks Brent gave the go-ahead to approach the door the two of us made our way towards the house and I yelled out Customs and Border Patrol there was no answer and as if we got closer I saw why the front door was swinging open on its hinges inside the cabin he climbed the steps and flashed our lights inside there was so much blood every surface inside the cabin was flecked with it there was a pool in the center of the room there wasn't a body just blood signs of a violent struggle I walked up to the stove and held my hand next to it it was still warm to the touch brent kicked a piece of cloth into the blood and it came away wet when he tugged on it what happened here he asked we turned back to the door I knelt down and saw that something had cut away the wood where the door handle had been it looked like a huge exacto knife had been taken to it there were straight deep lines crisscrossing all over it and a gaping hole where the handle had been Brent swore under his breath as he took the door in there maybe he asked I asked him what kind of bear made such perfectly straight cuts top of that what kind of bear knew to attack the handle of the door we didn't have any answers and both knew we had to get out of there I had just gotten back to my feet when I heard it this unnatural croaking sound echoed from the clearing outside sounded like somebody choking but impossibly loud did you hear that Brent asked that noise me and Brent both pointed our guns at the door and waited listening hard the moment passed and we didn't hear anything other than the wind and falling snow I told Brent we had to make our way back we left the cabin and started back towards the north where we'd come from just before we entered the woods I thought take a picture of the cabin I walked back to our machines was tense to say the least we didn't hear any more croaking and made the walk back in half time finally the gods where we left our snowmobiles and found them with John keeping watch we hopped on our machines and drove for an hour so we wanted to be as far from that cabin as possible before we stopped for the night we made cannon up and decided to set a watch rotation I called base and reported what we'd seen in the cabin they said they'd send a team out in a helicopter next day to investigate I was glad for that you weren't detectives and none of us had any experience investigating whatever this situation was we set out early the next morning and figured we'd make it to base late that night if we made good time the ride was only occasionally broken up by stopping to cut trees the mood was tense and nobody said much during our lunch breaks or while we worked pretty soon the Sun had dipped below the horizon and we switched on the snowmobile headlights to see all three of us wanted to get to a warm bed before the night was over her only a few hours away when we pulled off to cut down a few more trees that were creeping over the line I chopped the biggest one with a chain side brought while Brent and John were hacking some of the smaller saplings with machetes a tree had finally cracked and fallen when Brent called out I walked over to where he was kneeling down in the snow he nodded his head toward the ground I bent over to take a look it was a print in the snow it looked like a human hand but bigger I noticed long thin marks running from each finger which reminded me of bear claws that looks like a human hand doesn't it Brent asked I told him that it did except for whatever those claw marks were and I heard it again the impossibly loud croaking from the woods guys John shouted he was pointing into the woods to our left I followed his finger and saw a creature standing behind a tree about a hundred feet away it looked humanoid but was on all fours with impossibly long arms and legs it had white skin and fingers that each ended with a long claw I saw its face it was covered in dried blood with eyes so red they almost shined in the darkness and it was staring at us croaking I had my phone in my hand so I took a picture I don't know why I was operating on instinct I guess it was dark so you won't be able to see much the creatures started moving toward us mostly on two legs but using a ten sometimes two we jumped on our snowmobiles and hit the gas before it got close I rode faster than had ever gone before none of us said a word we just rode as hard as we could the ride back to base took another two hours or so but we didn't slow down until we made it into the station I quit my job soon after that I don't know what they found when they went back to check the cabin might be worth looking into Bigfoot tried to kill us posted five months ago by Tracy 1765 the story I'm about to tell you is true it's one of the most terrifying things that has ever happened to me and I still have nightmares about it to this day I live in rural Kansas literally out in the sticks we have a pretty good-sized River here and it's really good for catfishing it was at this river when me and my family were almost killed by an enraged Bigfoot first let me explain a bit about the area we live in around the rivers here at the trees cover can get really thick especially around sparsely populated areas where the nearest neighbors are a lot of miles apart such as the case where I grew up trust me they could do not only live in forests and mountains they're here too where the white-tailed deer are plentiful and the game is plentiful to the river where we go fishing out was not a huge river but not a creek either the spot my dad had chosen was about 300 feet across and not particularly too deep probably about 5 foot to 6 feet in some places he had spotted a few good holes here and was sure there was some nice catfish in them this place was heavily wooded and it was miles from any towns or farms me and my older brother my mom and my dad packed up our gear and set out about an hour and a half before dark when we got there we headed down a short Bank there was a Ledge we sat on and began to finish I was a coarse teasing my brother telling him that I could catch the biggest fish to it she laughed and said I wouldn't catch anything with my little podunk pull to be honest we weren't getting any bites but Dad had caught a big carp it was starting to get dark so my brother led a Boy Scout flare he had made it fizzled out after a while and it wasn't quite dark yet the Sun was just above sad when we heard it terrible ruckus coming from the other side of the river my mom rushed us out on the other side of the bank a bunch of deer came running out of the trees and right behind them was a huge figure chasing them looked like what you think Bigfoot would look like a mom coughed and all of a sudden it roared like something I had never heard before holy shit my dad yelled my mom and my brother and I were already running up the bank up the car I was so terrified I couldn't move but then he got much worse it half roared half screamed and jumped in the river and started waiting towards us it was huge covered with black fern stood almost six feet tall its eyes glowed red with fury he handed it to Long Fangs I'll never forget that human animal face my dad dropped everything scooped me up and ran as fast as he could off that Bank he threw me in the back seat and started the car I was terrified and crying slow down to the floor in the backseat with my brother his dad started the car I heard the thing hit the bank so hard as it jumped up it made a huge thud shook the ground hurry honey my mom screamed and dad put the pedal to the floor just as the car took off I heard these loud thumping sounds of its feet hitting the ground chasing us oh my God my mom screamed it's right behind us I cowered in the back seat not daring to look dad pushed the pedal down even harder in the last we lost that thing and we couldn't hear it chasing us anymore when we got home I asked my mom what that thing was and why he wanted to get us she said it was a Bigfoot and then it probably blamed us for losing its meal let me tell you guys that read this if someone tells you that Bigfoot won't hurt you or that they're not real they are very wrong and you should be afraid sasquatch a nightmare in broad daylight posted three years ago by dragon deez nutz hello fellow redditors that is indulgence on background information I want to be as detailed as possible so that you can all truly appreciate this story for what it is first I want you to know that the story I'm going to share with you is a hundred percent true it is based on my account of an event that has significantly impacted the way I view the world around me as humans we take comfort in the known and are often fearful or skeptical of phenomena or entities that we don't understand of course there's many people out there myself included who thoroughly enjoy questioning subjects beyond human comprehension but alas we are the minority often lumped into a category as nutjobs I'm not writing this story to change what you believe but rather to share with you what I now know to be the truth I've followed countless subreddits over the past few years and this is my first time making an account specifically for the purpose of posting this disregard the silly account name my sense of humor I am the oldest of two children in a family of four as I write this my mother and father are both fifty my younger sister 20 and myself 23 my father recently retired from 29 years of military service in the US Army naturally as is common in all military families or many I've seen my fair share of the world we've been stationed everywhere from Georgia and Italy to Washington and Texas although I was born in Hawaii and I'm currently there again I always consider Washington State to be the place where I really grew up I lived there from fifth grade to 11th grade years that were crucial in my transition from boy to man the Pacific Northwest is stunningly beautiful as any place on earth could possibly be brought with it its fair share of curiosities many of you might know that the area is particularly famous for UFO sightings and Bigfoot sightings being the young child that I was upon my arrival I took an interest in the unknown every week I was at the library with my mom renting books about alien abductions ghosts yetis Bigfoot UFOs crop circles the Bermuda Triangle demonic possession and a myriad of other phenomenon that commanded my attention I include this information because it will be critical to the story later on I will say for now that from my readings I was pretty knowledgeable about what Bigfoot evidence consisted of I had read many stories and reports of the infamous stench they carry the loud shrieking cries they make and many other signs of their presence it is because of this before had knowledge that I remember some of the small details of my account had I not understood the trades the people would have attributed to Big Foot many of the small details in my account would probably have slipped through the cracks now that day that day of the event I've kept quiet of for far too long I was 13 years old at the time and in 7th grade so that puts us back in the year 2005 the spring season was coming to an end around this time and in Washington spring and summer are the only times one gets to enjoy the Sun throughout fall and winter it's pretty much just heavy rain day in and day out summers were notorious for thunderstorms though it wasn't uncommon to wake out drenched in sweat and go to bed drenched in rain weather patterns in Washington State are the very definition of unpredictable on this particular summer day it was a Saturday and my father and I decided to go fishing we usually go fishing twice a month and we usually go to the same spot to do so a massive lake surrounded by dense forests REE located only a few miles away from an Indian Reservation it was a beautiful lake and we loved being surrounded by all the trees and wildlife with no cities or major roads nearby made for nice peaceful bonding experiences with my father he had just returned from his first 365 day deployment to Iraq so I was eager to finally spend a day with my old man again the lake itself was surrounded by forests with the region to the west running out into the Pacific Ocean and the Puget Sound the region to the north led to the Indian reservation to the east was a small town primarily consisting of Native Americans many of them from the reservation had set up shops in the nearby town and to the south was the interstate that took you back to Wow civilization with the exception of the occasional fellow fishermen strolling by the lake was always desolate and eerily silent after arriving to our usual fishing hole and unloading all the poles liras and tackle boxes from the back of the toyota pickup truck my dad drove everything was business as usual the Sun was out it was 1:00 p.m. and my father kept sharing stories of his experiences in Iraq while I continued to eagerly beg for more we casted our Lions exchanged words chewed some sunflower seeds spit out the shadows reeled in our lions and then moved on to a different story before recasting and repeating the whole process I loved it it was a ritual a ritual only he and I fully appreciated the sentimentality of minutes turn to hours and before you know it it's about 5:30 in the evening we decided to pack it in because nightfall in that part of the state could arrive as early as 6:00 6:30 we didn't want to be in the forest at nighttime primarily because of bears and wolves keep in mind however that it's still currently bright out and the Sun has only just begun to make his descent beyond the mountains with more than enough daylight to pack up my father starts reeling in all the casts and breaking down the poles I packed up the tackle boxes and lures and throw them into the pickup truck along with the coolers and snacks we had packed the poles were the only things left to be loaded up and then we would be ready to leave I was about to tell my father that I was gonna take a piss real quick where I could even open my mouth I got a whiff of a smell that I still remember clearly to this day it was rancid that's the best way to describe the stench absolutely fucking rancid I've never smelled anything so terrible in my life do you smell that I called out what replied my father I figured it must have just been something blowing through in the breeze never mind it smelled like a wet dog rolled around in its own shit got hit by a truck lay dead under a hot Sun for two weeks and then burst into some kind of maggot infested stench cloud and that's just putting it politely the odors stung my eyes dad I'm gonna pee real quick I'll be back he nodded and off I went into the shrubbery to our usual pissed spot oftentimes we'll just pee anywhere but because we had seen a few fishermen walk by a couple of hours ago I'd figured he'd be safe to just go piss in the trees we usually go behind this massive fallen tree that's roughly 50 yards into the woods it's leaned at a perfect angle that provides total obscurity from the lakeside the forest itself is thick enough to probably conceal me without the aid of the fallen tree but somehow pissing behind this tree just became habit during the many visits we've made to this fishing hole in the past as I'm pissing the sky was suddenly enveloped in clouds in a matter of seconds it was bizarre there was still daylight but it was more grey and toned down as opposed to the sunlight you'd get with a clear blue sky it reminded me of a winter day when the sun's present seems completely absent and then everything happened so fast as I'm zipping up I hear a tremendous loud crack right behind me I'd say about 30 yards away based on its reverb so I'm in the middle of turning around my face is sprinkled with the light droplets that precedes a heavy thunderstorm I scan the area where I heard the sound but I see nothing my immediate thought was that it was an old tree branch splitting off which is common to hear in the woods crack I hear it again closer but from a different direction I'd be a liar if I told you my heart wasn't racing like a motherfucker at this point I could easily it just ran back to the fishing hole but curiosity kept my feet glued it was like knowing what made that sound was a prerequisite to concluding our fishing trip after about two minutes of me standing there foolishly and realizing that I'm getting drenched in the rain I chalked the noise up to thunder and turn around to head back to my father part of me was in denial though it wasn't a boom sound like thunder this was a crack like something big being snapped in half I took about three steps in the direction of the fishing hole when I heard the most bone-chilling sound that I'd ever heard that day a shriek sounded like a cross between a man screaming at the top of his lungs and well another man screaming at the top of his lungs I know that might seem silly but that's really how I remember it it sounded like two men screaming in unison with slightly different pitches in their voice I didn't have time to think about where that dreaded noise came from my ass was in high gear I remembered shortly after that noise from hell I heard my father's shout my name with obvious worry in his voice I know he heard the sound as well and probably thought it was me screaming or that it was an animal or something as I'm sprinting to the direction of the truck and making every effort to control my body shaking while jumping over branches and logs and maneuvering between foliage I suddenly hear crunch crunch crunch crunch something's walking in the woods something very close to me dad dad dad dad was all I could manage to get out in between short breaths and holy shit I see it while sprinting forward I see a dark mass in the far left of my field of vision growing everything was a blur so I just assumed everything in the corner of my eyes was bushes and trees and then I realized this isn't an immobile object that's growing this is something that's coming closer getting bigger as the distance between us closes suddenly it hit me that this approaching object was the source of the crunch so I turned my head to the left and what I saw accelerated me to speeds that I wouldn't think are humanly possible approaching me with tremendous speed was an ape-like creature with massive swinging arms those I remember the most the arms were massive and long almost lanky in the way they dangled but muscular this creature was bipedal you know how when you go to the zoo you see monkeys and gorillas walking around with some assistance of their forearms kind of tromping around on all fours but occasionally using just 2 feet before leaning back onto all fours yeah not this thing this creature was full-on striding towards me with its legs with its arms lazily swinging at its sides my biggest fear was that all it had to do was reach out to grab me because its arms seemed long enough to do that this thing was so fucking close to me and all I could focus on was going faster and faster and faster I recall the awful smell being present again it was in full force just the worst stench anything on this planet could produce I was too scared to care but I definitely remember the spell being heavy final details I can recall from my brief glimpse of this demon of The Woodlands was that it was easily about seven to eight feet tall and matted with thick brown fur very long fur to its head was conical in shape it seemed to narrow at the top but I'm head to toe this thing was matted and long brown hair I remember seeing bits of leaf and foliage stuck throughout the fur on its body too I didn't dare try and make out facial details although sometimes I wish I had I couldn't see much of the face from my distance combined with my constant running and at the time I really didn't want to know what the fuck this thing looks like its body gave me more than enough fear for a lifetime by this point the rain is coming down heavy and I kept telling myself in my head please don't slip please don't slip please don't slip Dadda I screamed for the thousandth time I remember making a few attempts to scream and nothing would come out because my throat was so raw and sore from screaming I also remember thinking why does it feel like my dad so far away the walk to the piss spot is a short one and yet I swear I was running full-speed for a good few minutes before I made it back fear does these incredible things to your sense of time and space as I approach the clearing and can make out the pickup truck by some incredible grace of parental issue ition my dad pulls some very genius shit I'm not sure what prompted him to do this but as I'm approaching the fishing hole I see him standing by the edge of the wood line looking for me through the foliage his truck is already on and running his driver's side door is open and he's close to it as if he knew that whatever was happening to me was going to involve a much needed quick escape the truck was parked in a way where the driver's side was already facing the wood line I'm running out of so I like to think we were dealt a good hand on this day at the very moment we made eye contact my dad turns around hauls asked for the driver's seat but not before shouting jump in the bed get in the back hurry I should note that this is only a two-seater pickup so my options were to circle around the truck and get in the passenger door or to jump in the bed it's obvious which option is far less time-consuming crunch-crunch-crunch all I can think about is how happy I'm gonna be to see the fucking interstate again crunch thud thud this thing is still following me and is now out of the woods and running on the dirt it's foot steps are the only indicator of its presence while my visual focus is purely on what's ahead I remembered quickly eyeballing the best point on the ground to jump from to make it into the pickup bed smoothly thought thud the and then another shriek the shriek happened just as I made my leap of faith and I would even go so far as to say that it terrified me so much in a way that it made my jump even stronger I jumped like my life depended on it and no sooner than my body made contact with the bed of the truck my dad fucking Florida's I shifted violently around as he gunned from 0 to 60 miles per hour I couldn't feel the vicious bruised my arm had taken when I landed on one of the tackle boxes I couldn't feel the sharp ringing in my ears from the shriek of the defeated creature I couldn't feel the sting of the two fishing hooks the burrow just beneath the skin at my right calf I didn't care about anything I only cared about going home as I gathered myself and braced myself in the bed of the truck I looked down the rapidly vanishing to her path we had come from I caught only a glimpse of the creatures back as it strode back into the dense foliage of the wood lion rain was pouring down heavily creating a light film of mist that eventually shrouded the remainder of the creature tall Bilt's hairy and aggressive it looked like its head was hung low on its shoulders weren't slouched its posture didn't seem as upright as it was when it was chasing me whatever this thing was it was used to having its way and today we didn't grant him the head I remember grinning from ear to ear as we approach the first back road that led a small town to the east seeing a stop sign had never made me so happy my life it was more than just a stop sign it was a sign of humanity a sign that civilization was near during the 30-minute drive to town one thought kept racing through my mind that was a freaking sasquatch we stopped at a bait shop the small Native American town which consisted of a few old wooden shops and some town folk who were bringing things inside and scurrying to cover up their belongings from the rainfall we asked the owner of the shop if he had any band-aids and a sink we could use since my leg was bleeding pretty heavily from the fish hooks he looked like he was in his mid-30s very smooth complexion dark brown skin and a long black ponytail running down his back he was more than happy to help us after he saw my leg he went into the back office and returned with a wet washcloth and some gauze and it was accompanied by an older man it looked like he was in his 60s with brown wrinkled skin long gray hair also in a ponytail we explained the story to them while the older man was inspecting my wound and after he removed the hooks and cleaned up the cut he wrapped my leg firmly with gauze then the younger man spoke to us about how he's heard similar stories from people around the lake before of a large hairy creature who lurks in the woods none of the people in town are from the reservation never go near the lake according to him it's considered cursed grounds and he explained to us that some Native ancestors were buried there for various atrocities I don't fully remember every fine detail he told us but he definitely said that's an area that people avoid which would explain why it seems like no one has ever there he said oftentimes fishermen will come back from the lake and stop in town to get gas and share stories of seeing large beasts while they were down there some of them say they saw a massive bear is walking around like men the older man asked us if we were familiar with the legend of Sasquatch and my dad and I both said we were and that it was our first guess when we saw the creature I remember the old man just nodded his head and went back into the office those were the only words he said it creeped me out It was as if he was silently confirming our suspicions the younger man told us one last story about how there are tales that the Sasquatch causes thunderstorms he summons rain because it somehow affects the patterns that fish appear or something to that extent I don't remember the specifics but he noted that it was interesting that we were telling him the story of what just happened when a thunderstorm had just picked up the net recall that when I first heard the crack while peeing the raindrops started to pour down and eventually became a thunderstorm it gave me the chills after my wound was taken care of we thanked the men and left the bait shop my dad ran into the gas station and bought two beers for us we sat in the parked truck and each drank our beer while holy shit every detail of our encounter while nightfall slowly took over the evening then after a good few minutes of speculating and thanking God that everything turned out ok we got back on the interstate and headed home the rain coming down in sheets we've told family and friends our encounter nobody ever seems to fully understand what we went through on that summer day how can they it's a terror that has to be felt to be understood they didn't see what we saw but that's ok I wouldn't wish such a sight on my own worst enemy I guess this experience has taught me two things as humans were only a tiny speck in a world that's beyond our control we can never truly know everything that's out there and to those who remain skeptical of anything deemed an imperfection in the history of mankind I must say such a stance demands great ignorant oh and lastly just piss wherever the hell you want

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