Glad I am the first Idaho encounter here Dave, thank you. Back in 1983 I was fly fishing in Idaho near a popular little bend when I was confronted with a playful Bigfoot, a young playful Bigfoot at that.
I know that these things are wild animals, and that I could have been in a serious situation that day, and for a second, well, I think I was. But, here is the weirdest encounter you might have ever heard of, and kind of funny too.
Here is what happened to me while fly fishing in one of my favorite spots on Kelly Creek…
Bigfoot get’s playful? Really?
I love my fly fishing, even before I retired, I’ve loved this sport and art since the late 1960’s when my dad and granfather took me out an taught me how in the rivers, streams, and lakes of northern Idaho.
Even after my encounter with something absolutely scary looking, but funny in the woods that day, I still head out every week I can to fish.
On this particular day, however, I was out on my day off fishing. It was early spring, still a little cold outside, but it would warm to about 70-degrees that day, the first of a warm week to come I remember.
This meant bugs, tons of beautiful bugs that fish would be feeding on and a chance for me to try a few new flies I tied myself, something that became a new passion for me within the sport itself.
Anyways, I had the day off and decided I would take advantage of it and get some tests done with the new flies I hand made myself.
There is a beautiful little spot along Kelley Creek, a bend in fact that had in the middle, when the water was not rushing over it, a small little island or bar.
There is where I like to fish most of the time.
See, on the other side was a steep edge where rocks sat in the water, well small boulders really, and overgrown bush and trees grew along the embankment right up to the edge of the creek creating a deep and dark pool.
Casting in that general area with a dry or wet fly usually resulted in some pretty awesome catches. The trout there could be rather large sometimes, even for moving water.
That was the hopes for that day, to catch a large beautiful trout but, I got something much larger instead, and absolutely amazing to tell you the truth!
To catch a Bigfoot.
I got to my destination, grabbed my gear, and suited up if you will. I can see my car from the spot actually, it is not like it is a long hike into some remote mountain stream in the middle of the “Shire!”
Actually, this spot is popular for fly fishing locals, and I was surprised a bit actually I remember that I was the first and only person out there that beautiful spring morning.
The creek was also wide in that particular area, almost as wide as a small river, but it was still considered a creek for obvious reasons. Anyways, there I was at what most people called Devil’s Bend, well near it at least.
And on a side note, ever wonder why they name places like this Devil’s Bend? Skookum meadows? Well, trust me, its because these little (big actually) devils exist, and I am talking about Bigfoot!
It was a beautiful day, just some low but fast paced clouds above would come and go blocking the sun for a moment or two, but it was already in the low 60’s when I got started early that morning fishing.
I put on my vest, my hat, and my line was set up before I got there so all I had to do was rig a dry fly I would use that morning. It was spring and bugs were hatching and flying everywhere like I said, so dry fly fishing it was.
Fishing was good, real good. Within just a few casts I had a trout take it, and after a little bit of a fight, I netted a decent 13 incher. Of course, I threw it back, I was not ready to keep any at that point, I would save that for later, however, later would not happen minutes later.
I have heard the stories, and even a part of me believed up to that point the possibility of the existence of Bigfoot. Personally, for me, it ws the Patterson/Gimlin film that had me soemwhat believing, it was far to real looking, and that is what many experts have said as well.
I remember it started with movement in the tree line, about 20 or so feet on the other side of the embankment almost directly across from me.
I had just cast or, quartered up stream a bit they call it, and as I did I noticed movement like I said. I looked back real quick and saw nothing but, I swore at that moment I had seen movement, and something big enough to really catch my attention at that.
But, as I peered through the tree line, nothing, no movement, no nothing.
The birds still chirped, and even the cicada were making thier buzzing sound, I was not feeling at all uncomfortable, at least not yet.
Bigfoot see, Bigfoot do.
I decided I was tired of mending and was going to cast again up stream, and there it was again, the movement out of the corner of my eye. However, this time I caught it long enough to get a location, or general area from which it came.
It took me a second, and pulled my hat a little lower over my eyes to see through the dark line of trees. And, that is when I took a double take as what seemed to be about a 5-foot tall person leaned out from behind a tree all of a sudden.
The one thing I noticed quickly though, was how broad this person was. Plus, even in this particular set of woods, and time of day, I should have seen more than just one shade of color in the silhouette, you know, like the color of a shirt, pants, or whatever they might be wearing.
It moved behind the tree again, and then, back out, but, this time, it waved at me! What I thought was waving, however, was basically a mimicking of me with my fly fishing cast I would come to realize.
Then It did it a second time, this time I made a cast without taking my eyes off this person, and there they went again making the same movement with their arm.
I suddenly realized as it made the motion, that this was not a person, it was something else.
Nobody I knew had arms that long, at least nobody around 5-feet tall that is. And, the fact that it was now further out from the tree you could tell they had no clothes on, it was fur, or hair that completely covered this thing.
It finally stood out from behind the tree and that is when I realized I was staring at a Bigfoot, and it must have been a young one. Looking back, it was a young one as I would hear what might have been its parent minutes later.
Besides, it looked young, not that I had a reference point to base that conclusion upon, but to me it seemed to be young, it had to be.
It was slightly hunched over, and there was little if no neck at all it seemed. Even though it would never come out of the protection of the trees and into the light of morning, I could see it plain as day.
It was at least 5-feet tall give or take a few inches like I said.
Its face was dark, and I could not really see the eyes, however, the brow line seemed large as if it pertruded out over the face a bit casting a dark shadow over them.
Its arms were long, and the hair it was covered in was rather thick it seemed, but short, and almost light brown in color, maybe even a bit orangeish to be matter of fact.
Where the sun did trickle through the canopy of trees, this thing, its hair, well, it seemed to glisten almost, or maybe it just had a shiny sheen to it.
It kept one hand on the tree though, and never once did it take its eyes off of me.
I felt creeped out, but at the same time, for some reason, I felt like I was okay, like I was not going to be harmed. I don’t know why I felt that, but still, I made no fast movements, everything I did was almost methodical for the next what felt like at least 4-5 minutes.
I decided to see what else it would do, so I reeled in and decided to walk about 20 feet down stream. It followed me.
I could see as it walked, that its knees seemed bent at all times, and the way in which it took its steps was weird, like it was purposefully walking in a straight line, and, well, gliding along instead of walking.
Either way, it followed me through the trees.
I stopped, made a cast, and again, it took one arm and made the casting motion I had. It was getting hotter outside and real quick, I wiped my face with my right hand, and guess what? Yep, this thing ran its right hand over its face too!
All of a sudden I found myself rather fascinated and intrigued with this young Bigfoot, enough to start making other movements, howbeit slowly. I still had a certain amount of nervousness about me at the time, so no sudden or fast movements were made.
I leaned slowly to the left, and then to the right, and so did it. I know I should have been feeling rather frightened at that point, and I was, but I found myself almost smiling a teeny bit all of a sudden as well.
Today I know that these things, these animals can be, and are in fact, dangerous, something I would experience that same day. But, at that point, and for the majority of my own experience that day, I think there is a side to these things that is, well, playful, not that I would test that theory however.
This encounter and visual lasted all of about 4-5 minutes, give or take a minute. As I moved down the creek further, it followed me but, always sticking just inside the tree line a bit, and not really caring if I saw it after a minute or two.
I cast again, and it continued to mimic.
I caught myself studying this thing after a moment or two as well.
It was all so crazy, there I was, staring at an animal that some believe is a myth, some believe went extinct, and others think is an alien of some kind.
Personally, I was staring at something that was real, physical, and yes, rather scary in the face to look at, it is not like this thing smiled at me during the experience.
I hate to say it, but the face was scary and ugly in a way. Part of me kept looking at the rest of its body and not at its face. Besides, I was afraid to look directly at it for some reason.
But, when people say that its face seems to be, droopy-looking, well, they are right, it is.
Oh, brother! It’s daddy!
Like I said, this was a rather long experience and sighting, I swear it lasted almost 5-minutes give or take, but I could be wrong, I never looked at my watch to know.
It all ended though when I heard from the west of us the sound of a crisp and clear whistle.
I looked back at the Bigfoot and noticed it too was looking in the same direction, and the next thing I knew it leaned forward and whistled back, twice.
Its lips were huge!
All of a sudden I heard something walking towards us, it was heavy whatever it was. Next thing I heard was a grunt and the walking stopped.
The Bigfoot I was looking at was now walking off in its weird fashion back into the trees, and seconds later I heard a series of three whoops…, and it was gone.
Apparently, its family was nearby I suppose, and it called it home.
Crazy, I know.
I know it all sounds crazy, and trust me, I felt like getting my head examined after that, even my wife and kids today think I am insane when I tell them again, and again the story of my encounter with Bigfoot.
But, that is it, that is what happened that day.
I might be up for an interview sometime, but let me think about it first. It was a scary, awesome, and powerful moment in my life, and not knowing how much danger I could have been in still haunts me today, if, however, I was in danger in the first place.
Listening to many encounters today, I probably was in some danger with an adult out there, and maybe, just maybe, that little Bigfoot whistled twice to say it was coming, and to keep daddy away from me, who knows…
Kenneth from Idaho.
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