posted on Aug, 16 2008 @ 03:00 AM
That you might be interested in this story.
When I first moved "out west" from Ohio, I landed in a little town called Corvallis,Or. I had just gotten out of the Air Force and I had decided
that anything mainstream just was not for me. I hooked up with a person who turned me on to the mushroom picking buisiness and soon I was making trips
into the Cascade range for chanterelles,oyster,and other valuable 'shrooms. I was making a pretty good living and had very few expenses as I was
spending most of my time camping out in the wilderness,making trips to Alpine for supplies.
After a while my friend and I began to realize that,while we were sleeping, something was coming into our camp. I actually thought for a few days that
the "something" was either a brown bear or another person. It did not occur to me for one minute that it was something totally different. Soon after
however, we began to hear the vocalizations of what I later learned was assumed to be the Sasquatch. Several different ones.
We had been making small trails into various spots of viny maple growth because we had very quickly realized that the mossy ground cover underneath
was an ideal source for white and yellow chanterelles. If you have been to the back country of Oregon and experienced large patches of viny maple,
then you know how difficult it can be to move through it, hence the trails.
Very soon these pathways began to be blocked by good sized trees that appeared to ripped out of large logging waste piles, and some looked as if the
had been torn from the earth. We still did not really understand what was going on.
After a time we began to realize that we were definitly not alone out there. We had blundered into an area that was home to a small population of
these creatures. We jokingly told ourselves that we were in "bigfoot central". They kept their distance, we did not ever try to pursue them. Their
presence was as natural to us as any other animal, but smellier!
I only saw one one time and did not have a camera, as this was before the digital camera days, and way before cell phone cameras. Neither of us owned
an SLR, and even if we had we would not have had it with us in that rainy wet environment. It was just not a neccesary peice of equipment.
One day as we were leaving the camp by car on an old logging road we stopped to check the oil in my friends old Toyota. As we were standing in the
road with the hood up, we became aware of a crashing sound coming from the hillside next to us. As a hunter I was very well aware of the sounds that a
large animal can make as it runs through a densly forested area. The sounds came closer and we braced ourselves for a bear or a moose or an elk or
maybe a big buck. I stand well over six feet tall, and the creature that came running out of the tree line stood at least a foot taller than me. I saw
this very clearly and will remember it to my dying day. It did not stop and did not even look in our direction. The creatures' hair was a dark
reddish color, its arms seemed to me to be slightly oversize, it had a large upper body and very large muscular looking legs. It had the stongest
musky odor of any animal I have ever been in close contact with. It smelled BAD. It was only a matter of a few seconds that it was visible to us, but
as it was only about 50 feet at most from where we had stopped the car I saw it very clearly.
I have to add that neither my friend nor myself were frightened by this animal. It was not threatening in any way. To be honest I am not even positive
that it even looked in our direction. I am sure however, that it knew that we were there. It must have, we were not very quiet.
We drove out, stopped at the mushroom buyer, and never returned to that area.
This story is entirely true.