I have a small farm near Chemult, Oregon where I raise some turkey, chickens (for eggs locally), and, of course, a few cattle. I never expected, however, that Bigfoot would also be a part of the farm, but it was, at least for a season back in 1991.
I never put much stock into myths and fables, but this animal is not a myth, Bigfoot is real, and they eat meat so that you know. I have seen what it can do to a deer, and then once watched as it grabbed two of my turkey’s and ran off with them.
Here’s what happened, and what I know about the hunting habits of Bigfoot.
There are hunters, then there are the hunted.
Like I said, I have a small farm, I would not call it a ranch at all, not even close. I do enough business in cattle plus other meat and poultry to live comfortably out here near Chemult, Oregon, even today.
I’ve been an Oregonian all my life born and raised. I have heard of the stories of Bigfoot, after all, it is part of the culture here growing up. And while I have had friends over the years experience, or have experiences with these things, I never had myself, at least not until the early fall of 1991.
I was coming into turkey season, and while I am not Butterball, I have regular customers wanting some of the many, many turkeys I raised on the farm back then. Today I still have chickens, cows, but the turkey had to go for financial reasons in the 2000’s.
Anyways, in the early fall of 91,’ I started hearing some pretty weird sounds at night, and that all led up to a couple of scary finds, including a couple of turkeys taken and eaten, and a sighting of a Bigfoot I’ll never forget.
Okay, maybe nightmare is a little much, but what it did, and what this thing is possibly capable of is the stuff nightmares are made of for sure. Now I know why one American President called this thing a monster.
Growls and screams in the dark.
August through November are my busiest times of the year. I make most of my money or income from the farm/ranch between the end of the summer and the end of fall.
I was out one night gathering the cattle and driving them to a part of the property, a particular field in fact, and separating the first cut from the rest. Now like I said, I am not a “ranch owner,” but I do have cattle, enough to have to know how to ranch and deal with cattle, period.
But, it was that particular early evening when I heard the first of what would become commonplace vocalizations for nearly 4-5 weeks on and off. From screams to growls, to whistles and grunts, I have heard every sound a Bigfoot can make I believe.
It happened almost daily and for sure at least 4-5 nights out of the week.
I had moved the last of the head of cattle I had to the front acres, and that is when, from the south along a ridge line, or small range of mountains, came the most blood-curdling scream I’d ever heard.
It started out low, became very high pitched like a woman or a mountain lion (which it was not), then became low again, but still a scream. And I have to say this, the end of that scream sounded human-like, it was pretty eerie to tell you the truth.
There it was, three times in a row, whatever it was screaming from nearly 2-3 miles away on that ridge line, and it echoed throughout the valley I and the land I own sat in.
Up to that point, I’d thought I heard everything the wilderness could give out, but this was something new, at least to me it was.
The following evenings hollering and screaming happened around the same time and came from the same general area and distance away. As I said, it happened on and off for several or so nights, or early evenings.
I have to say I was a little taken aback by the sound, okay, I was a little freaked out by it, at least that is what younger folks might call it today.
It was a couple of days after that when I heard something walking, and a couple growls while out fishing near a stream that bordered my property.
The beginning of fall has a great hatch up this way, and because of that, I love to hit the stream for some fly fishing and grab some Brookies if I can. The stream itself runs and winds around the outside of my property and through the woods.
I had forgotten all about the screams a few days or so before and was out early one morning to fish a bit. It was getting colder already by that point, and there was mist coming off the stream, and beyond 30 yards or so I could not see past at that time of day.
I was there about 40 minutes and two Brookies in when I heard someone approaching. It sounded like someone was walking right up to me from the other side of the stream.
The closer it got, the heavier and non-human it sounded, however. Heavy footfall, and eventually, well, it sounded like a growl and a grunt to follow was made from whomever or whatever it was walking close by.
It was deep, too deep to be human for sure, and that is when a chill went down the back of my neck.
I did not feel it like some have stated in their encounters, but boy did it sound scary and a lot like the deep-low rumbling of a lion I would say.
Two grunts followed the deep growl; it was something I would never forget either.
It kept walking towards me, but before I could see anything, it seemed to make a sharp turn right and walk off into the woods, but not after a pause. I swear he, them, it, whatever it was stood there for a second and could see me, but I could not see it.
I gathered myself together, grabbed what I caught up to that point, and without looking back, I took off and headed home. It was better to be safe out here than sorry, that’s for sure.
My friend the hunter.
My good friend Garrett is a passionate hunter and fisherman. He has been all over the woods here, and just so you know, I called him because I believed he had mentioned some weirdness in the past he had experienced around the area.
I was right, he had. Over coffee and some more fishing, about three days after my weirdness, he told me about Bigfoot and his sighting about two decades ago along the same ridgeline I was hearing the screams from earlier that week.
His visual was brief, it came running out of nowhere about 400 yards away, and disappeared down into the treeline. But, even from that distance in the open, he knew what it was. No real features were seen other than tall, real, real, real tall, hair that seem to “flow” he said, and it ran like it was gliding on air.
It was not human he said, it couldn’t be.
He went on and on about his experience and that of others he had heard of over the 40 plus years of living in the area. Some of the stories he told came from local natives still around the area who are, in fact, a little reluctant to tell their stories and experiences to most people, especially outsiders.
He also mentioned that they are something that should not be trusted, something to steer clear of if possible, but if you can’t, then just stand your ground and do not look at them directly, at least that is what he was told to do.
The conversation ended I remember with that ominous thought and directions when coming across them.
It hunts on my property.
October and things were real busy on the farm/ranch if that is what you want to call it, I know I do. Anyways, I was real busy at the time, but I also wanted to get some hunting done myself while the getting was good.
I decided Saturday morning would be as good as any day to get my tag filled, so off I went.
I decided to hit the area just off my property, and given permission by my friend who owns the property I would be on; I headed out around 5 A.M. that morning.
I was nearing the stream I was fishing on a couple of weeks earlier where I had heard the growl and grunts, but, by that time I’d heard nothing in the early evenings, and no sign of anything other than the deer I was hunting at that moment on my property.
But, things change rapidly sometimes.
I remember the smell, a horrid dead carcass like smell. I followed it until I saw in the middle of a clearing of trees what was left of a pretty large buck, well, half of one at least.
The thing was ripped in half, you could tell by some of the edges around its upper chest. It was torn, in half, period.
The innards were gone, and so were the hind legs and the front left one.
Whatever took this thing down seemed to have snapped its neck as the head was now faced backward, and literally tore it in half itself, and at that thought or guess I started looking around me.
No footprints, no nothing, not even any morning forest sounds could be heard at that moment, just my heart starting to beat loudly in my chest.
I decided to leave and do my hunting elsewhere.
I was not, and am still not afraid to be out in the woods today, even after seeing this Bigfoot thing, but I will leave an area if I know they are present. They are a wild animal; you can tell by their eyes that they are wild, unpredictable, yet, highly intelligent as well.
I left, and that was that for nearly three weeks.
I told my friend what I found on his property, he called it a cougar problem and left it at that.
Halloween was never that scary.
About two days before Halloween that year, my first and only sighting would be a pretty amazing and horrific one all at the same time of these creatures.
I had got my hunting done a week before, and just in time as the screams started up again from the ridgeline across the way. However, I noticed they were closer than before, much lower along the ridge.
I don’t know if you know this, but the Chemult area is known for its high country feel, but, it is thick with forest, well, thicker than other high country areas in Oregon.
Whatever it was screaming had now moved lower as I said, and into a strip of timber that ran across the lower part of that ridge. It was no more than a mile and a half from my land.
We had got rid of most of our pumpkins and were still selling turkey, beef, and chicken, especially turkey. I decided to work late one evening as we had some family come in unexpectedly and leave the next day, they were just passing through and wanted to say hello and catch up for a night.
So, the next day I got started a little late and figured I would work on into the evening.
After dinner, I headed out towards the pen full of turkey when this sense of fear all of a sudden overwhelmed me.
I looked up, and there it was, a giant of a creature staring at me as it cleared the fence without even a leap or jump, it just stepped over it. It was at least eight plus feet tall, dark reddish-brown hair and dark wrinkled skin, not quiet black, but close.
It looked like a giant mountain gorilla in the face, except for the eyes, they were large, round, and there was a flicker of red in them. They also scared me as they seem to pierce right through me, especially when I saw the mouth open with its large blocked teeth clenched together as it g made a sort of grimace.
I did not notice until the moment I remembered to not look directly, that it was holding two of my turkey’s, one in each hand.
I have to say; it was gross, bloody, and seriously gruesome as I watched the lifeless birds being squeezed so hard around their necks that blood was oozing out of them.
I did not look at it in the face again after I saw that bloody mess in its gigantic hands. However, I noticed that from the shoulders down this thing was a collection of massive muscles, pure power was all I could think at the time.
It was bent at the waste the whole time, and the hair was hair, not fur, but 3-4 inch long flowing hair that covered everything but some of the face. It was not quiet dark yet, and I was close enough to hear this thing breathing heavily as well.
It grunted first, then, as if the gates of Hades itself were opened, it screamed so loud at me that I fell to my knees shaking. I am not sure about that infrasound stuff I hear about here and there, but if it is true, I felt it at that moment.
By the time I finally realized I was on the ground I looked up to see nothing, just turkey pen, and fence.
Gone baby gone.
For weeks, or a couple of months after that, I had found two more deer mangled near or on my property. However, because it had come across me and I him, I think it steered clear of the actual farm itself, and my animals.
Maybe it had another run in before with someone who shot at it; I don’t know. What I do know, however, is that it took no more of my livestock, and stayed away from the house.
I have not heard any more screams since that year, just the sounds of what I’ve known out here up until that day.
Thanks for letting me share Dave,
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