Fragrance Lake, Washington. Sounds and looks picturesque, it may even smell nice if you fall for the name, well, until you are downwind of a Bigfoot that absolutely wants you gone, and now!
I had a sighting, well, I saw a little bit of a large creature while canoeing on Fragrance Lake back in the early 2000’s.
Here is what I saw, and what I smelled first, and heard screaming at me, at least it felt like it was directed at me…
Fragrance Lake smells like poo.
I have been up here fishing and canoeing many times before, this is why I think that this particular Bigfoot was most likely passing through, well, at least I hope so. I’ve since been back many times and have never had another experience like that one.
But, just so you know, I still get a little creeped out when I am here, alone, canoeing.
This event happened back in 2001, and crazy enough, I remember the actual date being September the 7th of that month, a Friday morning.
I had a week left before we started up which was rare, but being a private school teacher, we had not started school just yet. For some reason, they would not start until Thursday.
That was okay though, I was going to fly back home for a few days anyways and visit my family for the last time until spring.
And, by Tuesday, well, I would not be in class for a whole other week after a much more dramatic, and saddening event happened that week that we all found ourselves in the middle of.
But, back to my encounter, and thank you for putting this together for me Dave.
As I said, before this incident, and afterward many times, I had been canoeing up at Fragrance Lake for years, and without incident, well, other than a crowd of people who would show up from time to time and ruin the quietness and tranquility of it all.
No, I did not believe in such a creature or animal as Bigfoot, but living and working in Washington state for nearly 8 years by that point, I’d heard of the stories of Bigfoot or Sasquatch.
Being a math instructor, my knowledge does not go too deep with biology or the animal kingdom at large, but what I can say is that you who have seen this thing or not, yet believe, you are right, it does exist.
My sighting was a partial view, not the whole body, but I can tell you that it is huge, hairy, and stinks like nasty poo.
But, first, let me tell you what led up to this sighting, and why my curiosity has really peaked about this subject today.
A morning of rowing, and funny smells.
I got up there rather early, and being that particular part of the year, fall was coming on and it was a bit misty up there, but, it would also turn out to be a rather warm and sunny day the rest of the day.
As I pulled in I noticed there was a younger couple parked nearby who were looking as if they were headed out for a hike or trail run. I waved, and they waved back.
I pulled my canoe off the top rack, yes, this was a small canoe, and no, it is not made of wood. I still have the same canoe today.
I locked the car, got what I needed in the canoe, it was then that I noticed a pretty rancid smell carried by the slight breeze that would come and go all that morning.
I thought nothing of it, of course, gave it up to a dead animal somewhere nearby and got into my canoe.
Although there was a little breeze here and there, the lake itself was pretty placid, you could see the reflection of the morning sky and trees on it, it was really a picture perfect morning, well, for a little bit that was.
I was going to follow the edge of the lake, all the way around it, and I even decided to troll a bit with a lure. I stayed no further than 15 or so yards off the bank at all times.
I went just fast enough and stayed deep enough to keep the fishing line from getting hooked on anything, hopefully.
I was in a little inlet when the smell came back. It floated on the wind that was, if I remember correctly, was blowing in from the southwest. Whatever was causing that smell was or seemed to be somewhere along the small, well, Peninsula if you will, jotting out from the rest of the forest.
This time, however, I could really smell it, it was really strong and pungent.
It was a dead animal smell but mixed in with a garbage dump and onions, rotten ones, I have a garden at home, so I know what they smell like.
It died off as quickly as the wind came and went. I kept rowing and looking along the shoreline and up into the tree line, but I could see no carcass of any animal or anything along the edge of the lake.
After a few moments I actually had a small fish on, so, distracted for a few by it, I reeled it in.
As I said, it was small, too small, so I threw it back. For a second I thought I was seeing things as I threw back the fish because when it hit the water, it was not a small slap, it was a huge KERPLUUUNK!
Actually, the sound was not the fish, it was a decent sized rock or something like it that was apparently hurled at, or near, my canoe on the opposite side.
People throw rocks around here, that was the answer. And that answer actually had me getting a little mad and raising my voice to unseen faces; “Hey, you almost hit me!” I yelled.
Things went silent. I looked around for a minute more, then figured the “turds” or “turd” who threw it was gone, and so I continued on with my canoeing and trolling, although I was a still a little perturbed.
There go the neighbors.
The lake is hardly large, it is rather small actually. In about 30 minutes I was almost back where I began my morning near the launch.
I was here for the whole morning and, well, into the early afternoon hours I had decided.
As I approached the launch area, off in the distance I could see the couple who had parked there earlier and headed off for a trail run or hike earlier.
At first, I thought they were just simply out of breath or something, but, as I watched them for a few moments, I noticed that they seemed to be acting more frantic than out of breath.
Their attention was focused towards the east, over near the inlet where someone threw a rock near me into the lake. I thought, perhaps, that they had run into the people or person and it was not a nice encounter.
I wish I knew the people, I would have loved to compared events.
I was about to say something to them, or at least get their attention but, they slipped into their car rather quickly and sped off. That not only puzzled me but, looking back, it should have been a big fat warning.
I kept rowing and passed the launch area. That is when the smell came back, and things started getting even weirder.
That smell, it smelled even stronger now, and whatever those people saw, well, maybe they ran into a predator with a kill and almost became the next feast.
That was not the case, however, and as a math teacher, well, what were the odds of having two of the craziest things happen in my life happen so close together? I don’t know.
But they did, and that smell was getting more and more putrid as I rowed on.
What did become apparent, however, was that whatever they ran into, that young couple, well, I could hear it now walking through the forest all of a sudden.
The sound of twigs and sticks or brush breaking and cracking as it walked along could be heard, and from not that far away either. It seemed to be just inside the thick tree line and tall brush.
I don’t know if you have ever been to Fragrance Lake but, what you should know, is that the forest and brush are real thick here, and what sun there was that day, well, it still had a problem breaking through the canopy of trees even on the sunniest of days here.
The smell did not disappear as I moved along the banks, neither did the sound of whatever it was moving through the forest disappear either. It kept walking, and that was the real eerie part, it sounded like walking, like on two legs.
Two plus two equals Bigfoot.
I am not a biologist, nor did I really study any of that, just enough I suppose to graduate high school and get into college.
I am a numbers guy, I can care less about spelling out the word “quadruplets” correctly as long as I know what it stands for. And I am telling you, two plus two equaled bipedal footsteps shadowing me just past the tree line.
It would take a few minutes of so before I noticed a break in the clouds again and some open area between some thickets and trees. Maybe I could see who this person was, and give him that cold, dead stare I give a student who failed the last exam!
That would get them to stop harassing me I suppose.
But, no, not even close.
Next thing I knew, before I reached that clearing, another rock came hurtling from the trees and just past my head, literally, a foot to the left and I would have been hit by a softball size rock.
If it was a person, well, I was mad as heck now! But, as the water settled, this being a person came into question as a scream from the pit of hell itself came from the woods, and directed right at me.
When they say you can feel it, you know, people in their reports about them, well, they are correct, there is something to this infrasound I hear about, and today I study a bit about it on my free time.
Anyways, this scream shook me to the bone, and I knew right then that this was no person, nor do lions roam the forests of Washington state either.
I thought for a second, once I gathered myself together, that this could be a bear, but that did not add up to that sound, and I am, as I said, a numbers guy!
I was frightened as I noticed that the current, what current there was from the lake, had pushed me towards the shore after I stopped rowing.
Immediately I dipped the oar in the water faster than I ever have, quickly backing away from the shoreline.
I could here it move again, and that is when I caught a glimpse of something I never expected to see in my life, Bigfoot.
Peek-a-boo, I see a monster!
It never entered that clearing, but it came close to it.
After the scream, I started rowing backward, about 15 yards off the shoreline I remember. I did not want to be close to land at the moment, that thing was not far away, and now it was walking again.
I moved and positioned myself right in front of the clearing, hoping I would get a good look at whatever it was.
I heard the footfall and crackling and snapping of this thing walking along the forest floor, and still, it sounded bipedal.
Suddenly, it stopped, and I could see that it stopped just shy about 10 yards of the clearing, however, it was sunny enough, and the trees were thin enough to see what was now leaning out from behind a tree, and staring at me.
I could not make out a face, but I could make out the half of a body of a large, well, person like thing!
It was not black, but actually, it looked reddish-brown compared to some of the reports I’ve heard. And it did not look fury, just hairy, real hairy, you could see it almost flowing in the breeze.
The face was too dark to see, and hair seemed to get in the way of it anyways.
This thing was tall, really, really tall! I am guessing, but being a numbers guy again, this thing had to be all of 9 feet tall, period.
It stood there with its head, that protruded straight out of its massive shoulders, leaning out from the tree and staring right at me. We were in a stare down for what seemed minutes but only ended up being less than two in fact.
The breeze, once again, kicked up that awful smell of garbage, dead stuff, and rotten onions. This Bigfoot smelled horrible.
Just then I found myself feet away from shore again, and this thing looked at me, and even seemed to be looking at the distance I was from the shore as it looked back and forth.
That is when the poo I was smelling earlier about came out of me! I again, and quickly, started paddling backward at a furious rate.
I decided not to go back to the launch directly, just in case this thing is really stalking me. Instead, I would paddle around the bend and then shoot straight to the launch, and my car instead, hoping to fake it out maybe.
I looked back as finally reached the bend, but saw nothing. All I experienced after that was another frightening scream, but this time, from deeper in the woods, further from me.
I shot straight across to the launch and literally kept eyes in the back of my head as I packed everything up and left peeling out in the dirt as I did.
I saw Bigfoot, all of a 9-foot tall, stinky, massive, scary one too.
My drive back took me a while, plus a couple extra stops. I simply had to take a minute here and there so I pulled over a couple times and just played it all back in my head to make sure it was all real.
It was, and to this day I am still in shock at what I saw, or better yet, witnessed.
So, school was not to start for a whole other week, and while the events of Friday were still freaking me out for the lack of a better phrase, I still boarded a plane for home, New York.
I woke Monday morning to the hustle and bustle sounds of the city, and I can’t tell you how much I did not, and to this day do not miss at all.
I spent the day with my mom, dad, and my older sister who, by the way, to this day still thinks I saw a bear.
That day was a good day though, and I started wrapping my head around the fact that I had seen. Something of legend that was in fact, real.
Tuesday, it was early and the world was alive in the city as my sister and I sat there sipping coffee when we heard it, and briefly saw as plane number one hit one of the twin towers.
We all know what happened that day, and how the second would slam into the other moments later.
In less than a week, I would see legend come into reality, and what evil really looked like.
Personally, I know what I saw, I saw a Bigfoot. And since then, since being back to the lake countless times, I have not seen, heard or, smelled a thing, but I know what I saw, and I know they are still around, I just feel it.
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