My parents gave me permission to share this with you. About two years ago, near the Bone River Natural Preserve, my girlfriend and I were followed by a Bigfoot or, otherwise known as the Bone River Stick Man.
My mom and dad told me of the legendary stickman or, Bigfoot that lurked in the woods and mountains surrounding the preserve, but that is all it ever is, right? A legend?
So, here is what happened, feel free to fill in the gaps with scenery Dave. By the way, my dad and I love the encounters!
Bone River stickman.
I am 17, and will actually be 18 before you publish this encounter story, but it took place when I had just turned 16, and yes, my mom and dad let me date a girl to evenmy surprise back then.
Being the son of a pastor, dating you would think was, and I quote; “against the rules,” but that is not really true.
As a matter of fact, my girlfriends parents also agreed it was okay, as long as date nights and study times were, for the most part, shadowed.
However, I do not think this type of shadowed date was what they meant, and by that, I mean being followed or, shadowed by a Bigfoot.
Like I said, she and I were dating, and we decided to do one of our favorite things, get out into creation for some hiking and photography.
Personally, I love baseball, Phil Wickman, and the outdoors. My girlfriend, well, she loved soccer, nature photography, and Danny Gokey. We had, and still have a ton in common, including the fact we are still dating today.
She is a great photographer, and two years ago she got the bug for it and decided we should go on a hike around the outskirts of the preserve, the Bone River Preserve for a date of picture taking and hiking.
The parents okayed it, so, one late Saturday afternoon her folks drove us up to the preserve and decided to do a little nature hike themselves. They trusted us to be on our own, and they had no reason not to, we were waiting and still are for marriage when it come to that stuff.
Sounds crazy today I know, but we are.
We parked and everyone went their own way.
We had been told of the old legend of the Bone River Stickman many times growing up, about the elusive Bigfoot that roamed the area. The local native Americans and others here shared the stories over the years with locals too.
It was a spooky tale, but one that never turned into anything blood-curdling in any way, but there were a few I remember that were rather gruesome about its hunting habits.
One story was of the time it took the deer of two native American Indians who were hunting back around the turn of the last century.
Story goes, they tried to get it back, and they lost the fight, and one of them lost their life days later after the injuries they received they had eventually succumbed to.
Why they did that, why they tried to fight this thing, well, nobody really told that part of the story. Fact is, the locals say the bone river stickman was and is to be left alone at all costs.
A picture is worth a thousand… what?
Her parents went straight through the large open meadow, whereas my girlfriend and I decided we would stick to what was and is today a littel trail that encircles the whole preserve.
So, with her backpack full of camera equipment, mine full of a late lunch or snack and bottled water, we headed out down the trail.
This trail, for the most part, ran just inside the treeline, but you could plainly see the vast open area to the left as we walked along.
I have to say, it was the second we hit the trail that I felt, well, a little off, like something was not right.
It was not a feeling of dread like some I have heard speak about when encountering such a creature or animal, but I felt, well, more aware if you will.
I mentioned it to my girlfriend, and she kind of laughed it off halfheartedly.
At the time, I think she was focused on picture taking, and nothing else was on her mind.
We traveled about a 100 yards up the trail when she decided to take a few pictures through the trees and into the open area, hoping to get some cool pictures of the light coming through the trees.
Like I said, she had a real knack for taking pics.
I was still feeling off, almost to an uncomfortable point, but, I did not want to ruin her picture taking with my feelings. Besides, I thought at the time it was probably nothing more than a bear or cougar possibly passing nearby.
As she snapped more and more pics, I kept looking around and keeping up with the conversation at hand we were having between snaps.
The conversation that day was about a youth group trip to Mexico we would be taking in a couple months. So far, we were both going, and, of course, our fathers.
She kept taking picks and I kept talking hoping that weirdness I was feeling would leave. Actually, it got worse, and for an apparent reason, the Bone River stick man.
Clicking or clacking?
We had started back down the trail and the feeling got worse, it started turning into a real worry. And just as it did, we both heard what sounded like clicking, or clacking maybe.
Like tongue in cheek or two rocks, we could not make that out exactly, but it was a click or clack we were hearing.
It came from the right of us, from the woods. We could not make out exactly where, but the general direction was southeast, and it seemed to be about 40 yards or less away by the sound of it.
It was repeating, every few seconds or so there would come three distinct clicking or clacking sounds. The more we listened to it, the more it started sounding like rocks clacking together to be honest.
What clack’s rocks together we asked ourselves. People. That was the simplest answer.
I’ve heard of certain “forest people” living out here in the wilds of Washington state, and perhaps we’ve come across them we thought for a moment.
Our conclusions seemed right on spot as all of a sudden we both heard what sounded like bipedal walking through the brush, and nearly the 40 yards or so we estimated the sound to be coming from.
“A person?” I remember my girlfriend asking me that in a statement and question kind of way.
I agreed it had to be people, heavy people because of the sound of foot fall, but a person nonetheless.
We started praying a bit under our breath that they would simply leave us alone, and for a few minutes or so, it seemed they did.
A tall dark shadow.
We kept walking, but this time we stayed near the trail, but not exactly on it. We decided to stay closer to the edge of the trees that opened to the meadow beyond, and a less close to the thick brush and trees.
It was a few minutes or so since we heard anything, so with our guards dropping, my girlfriend went back to taking pics, this time a little more of the macrophotography she also enjoyed.
At one point she was taking some pics of a tree trunk up close when I noticed something move slightly in the background of the forest.
Whatever, whomever it was was standing erect, on two legs I mean, swaying back and forth. I could not tell if it was a person or not other than the fact that I could clearly tell is was a human shape from the waste up.
It slowly moved back and forth, this tall, dark shadow of a thing, or person. My mind started spinning, and I stared feeling really uncomfortable as this, well, whatever or whomever it was just stood there, staring and swaying.
I tapped my girlfriend on the shoulder and pointed. She saw it too, and she even tried to snap a picture off, but before she could, this thing moved back and seem to almost fade into the think dark trees and bushes.
I did not see it clearly, but it was tall, very tall, a good guess would be at least 8 feet tall, and pitch black in color, or at least it is in the dark shade of the woods.
We were literally freaking out. I had to calm my girlfriend down as she seemed to all of a sudden become panic stricken on top of it all.
The moment she calmed down thoguh, we decided to head back and straight for the car, it was now about a mile and a half away at that point.
It was not long, maybe about 50 yards or so before I noticed the tall dark figure was just ahead of us to the left. This time, however, I could see that it was not a person, it was something I thought was a legend around here, a Bigfoot, the Bone River stick man to be exact.
Even as a shadow, the massive thing you could tell was not a human being, not even close.
We froze in our tracks deciding which way to go, it seemed that if we went forward, the trail would bend around closer into the woods, closer to this, this monster following us, no, stalking us it felt more like.
We decided to step out into the edge of the open field and walk there, hoping that this thing, the Bigfoot would not want to venture out into the open. And, if possible, get a visual on her parents and flag them down.
We could not see hide nor hair of them upon the first look around, so, we kept moving forward. As much as she wanted to get a picture of this thing shadowing us, however, I suggested we just get to the car as fast as possible, and without yelling for help at that point either.
At one point, about a minute or so into being in the open I suggested we start running, that was a bad idea.
The second we started running was the same second this thing all of a sudden started thrashing about and seemed to be charging us.
It never made it to close to the edge of the tree line, but it was loud and scary enough to have us finding ourselves on bended knee holding each other. It stopped however, and it made a kind of growl right after it did, a deep, guttural growl I hope to never hear again.
Now we were really freaking out, and completely afraid!
We finally gathered ourselves together, stood up, and started walking, slowly.
It followed us, and from time to time when I glanced over I could see it. It would get ahead of us a bit, stop, and stare from the dark, all the while swaying back and forth.
We were now about a mile a way from the car when the clicking or clacking started up again. Then, all of a sudden, a rock about the size of a golf ball landed by my girlfriends feet. It threw a rock at us.
Stick man and stones will break… my what?
We were both feeling threatened by this point. I was still praying under my breath, and because of that, I believe, I started feeling as though we were going to be just fine as long as we were quiet and just kept walking slowly out of there.
I whispered the thoughts to my girlfriend, and even she admitted she felt the same way, we should just keep quite and walk on.
It was crazy, but every 30-40 feet or so, I could suddenly see the tall dark shadow of that Bigfoot standing just far away enough under the canopy of the trees from which I could only make out its shape and size.
It would not be until the last minute or so of our frightening trek back to the car that we would see the stick man for the one and only time in our lives.
We kept walking at the same pace and kept the chatting to a low but, normal chatting volume, something that would seem natural and hopefully show that we were not truly afraid, although I felt scared out of my mind!
A rock here and there continued to be thrown near us, not hitting us, but close enough to keep our attention I supposed.
Eventually, we could hear the cracking and breaking of limbs we guessed them to be. And, of course, the the figure would appear just ahead of us in the darkness of the forest.
Tall, chocolate brown, and the most frightening eyes I had, and have, ever seen!
We rounded the last bend and noticed her parents standing at next to the car. That is when I looked over, and sticking out half way from behind a tree, in the full light of the late afternoon or, early evening, the Bone River stick man could be seen plain as day.
We looked at it and marvled at something that apparently made it onto the Arc, and has been one of the many creatures that still, to this day remains extremely elusive, and even reclusive for the most part.
It was a dark chocolat brown, with a face that was not quite human, but more apeish with a very heavy browline. The eyes were not reddish as some have reportedly noticed, all we could see was pitch black, just dark inset, but big black eyes. But, at that time of day, there was still little light.
It was hairy, the hair seemed to be at least a couple inches long, and the mouth was a slit not covered in any hair. Looking back at the Patterson/Gimlin film today, I would say that was rather spot on, except the hair was long, you could not tell that in the film of Patty.
It seemed to have a menacing look about it, but other than being a menace to us, that was all it seemed to be, a menace, nothing more, nothing less. Maybe, possibly, it just wanted us ot of its woods.
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