Life’s a beach, a gold beach in Oregon where I currently live and run a small business. It was on a day off that I had a run in with something I never thought was real, Bigfoot, and I have to tell you; it is not a very nice animal.
I live in Gold Beach, Oregon. I moved here with my parents as a teen, actually I was about 14 years old when they moved here to start up and run a fishing charter and guide service that I currently run today.
I will, like many others, keep my name out of this. However, if you ever find a guy fishing in the same spot I had this incident, just start up the conversation and say something funny about “Bigfoot country” and you’ll know it’s me, and I’ll know you read this, and I’ll share my encounter with you.
White sharks and Bigfoot.
I am a fishing guide here in Gold Beach, Oregon, and there are many of us here actually, and some of us live down the road in Brookings. But I live here just up Jerry Flats Raod.
Mostly, of course, I do more deep sea and ocean fishing if you will. But, if you ask me, fly fishing guided tours up the Rogue River, and nearby creeks and lakes are my favorite parts of my job.
As a matter of fact, I was trying out a new spot up the river further than I usually go when I had a run in with a legend of the forest, a myth that is all too real in the end, Bigfoot.
It was a very frightening experience, so much so that it took me a whole year to get semi-comfortable with going back to the upper part of the river to fish alone. But, I have, today I know that it was probably a once in a lifetime experience, much like seeing a great white shark, which I have, once.
Let me share with you what happened that day, where I was, and what I think led up to this encounter.
January steelhead fishing.
Everybody knows that the Oregon coast in the winter is pretty harsh. However, I have to say, it is not as cold as it is inland like the Rogue Valley or, Klamath Falls area.
It may be cold, wet, windy, and rainy here, but it hardly ever snows, and the average daily temp without the windchill factor is in the 40’s.
As a matter of fact, this day, the day I would have this sighting and encounter, is was 51 degrees, something I was hoping for. Not to mention, the actual sun was peeking out here and there as well.
I had seen the weather channel a few days previous mention the high-pressure system coming through and I figured I would take advantage of it. With no guided tours until the weekend, well, why not I thought.
So, I spent the weekend gathering everything for a whole morning and afternoon spent further up the Rogue than I usually travel, about 35+ miles up it actually.
My good friend has a small cabin his wife and him had inherited and remodeled into a two- bedroom for him, her, and any grandkids that would come and visit from time to time.
It was also located near a great little spot on the river he mentioned was always teaming with Steelhead.
So, I would be heading out there bright and early that Monday morning. Of course, they were gone for a few weeks, they were to be in Medford-Ashland area visiting family.
But that was fine, I would have a place to hit the restroom if I really, desperately needed to.
I looked forward to the day of fishing, it was somewhere I had not really been yet, and a new place was always intriguing.
But, intriguing was not what I was going to get, this would be more like frightening and scary actually.
So, let’s get to what happened, and why I still get a chill even thinking about that day.
Early morning on the Rogue.
I woke before the sun was up, and I remember being on the road before it came up as well. Winter mornings seem slow here in the Pacific Northwest, and I like it that way personally.
I had everything already packed up and ready to go, minus my breakfast I would grab at the bakery on the way out, and the lunch I would take. But that only took minutes to accomplish.
Soon enough, I was speeding down the old highway or, more like windy old road hoping for little traffic as things were slightly frosted, and that made for some slippery parts of the road here and there.
There was one bridge crossing and then a turn off that would take me the rest of the way to my friends’ cabin, and the honey hole they kept telling me about.
The cabin was beautiful I have to say. Actually, the remodel pretty much turned it into some “cabin life” picturesque wilderness getaway you would find in a home design magazine, or some channel on Instagram to tell you the truth.
But, I was not there for the plush camping life, I was just here for the day, a day of steelhead fishing, and taking in a new view.
It was rather remote this far out. The nearest neighbors were at least 6-7 miles east and west of me. It was a decent morning though like I said, it was partly cloudy, well, mostly cloudy, but it was warm and the sun would peek out here and there.
I took a small trail they cut down to a bend in the river where a small sand bar would be exposed this time of the year. Of course, I was not going to sit out in the open, I decided to plant myself towards the upper part of the bar itself, close to where the forest literally meets the water’s edge.
It took me a few minutes to get my line rigged, but as soon as it was, I cast in and settled back, well, stood there happy as a kid in a candy store waiting for the flood of steelhead to hit.
And guess what? My buddy and his wife were correct, 5 minutes later wham! Fish on!
Too small, it was a throwback, most would be for the next hour, well, until my attention was taken over by something in the woods.
Crashing through the forest.
Where I was at, I could not see the road on the opposite side of the river, but I could hear the traffic, well, what traffic that did drive by from time to time come through.
What I was hearing moments later, however, came from up behind me, and it was literally crashing about in the woods. It sounded as if something was just recklessly running, not galloping, through the woods with no care for giving itself away at all.
Bear? Elk? Deer? Mountain Lion?
All of these things, or answers to what I was hearing, ran through my mind, and, fortunately, I was smart enough to pack my pistol and take it with me. No matter where you go in Oregon, when out and alone, even if it is a .22, you bring a gun.
Now that I know what is out here, I bring a bigger one when I do.
Anyways, I had been there about an hour and a half when I started hearing this animal or whatever, come crashing down the mountain side and actually towards me and my position.
I have to say it was a little upsetting as I had never heard anything like that in the woods before, and I am a guide for crying out loud!
I reeled in and sat my pole down for a few. I walked over to the edge of the tree line where the thick Oregon forest started… I could not see too far in, but far enough to see whatever it was if it started up again I believed.
No sound came, just the rushing river behind me, and birds on the other side of it. Whatever it was either stopped or was gone.
I stood there, staring for what must have been a minute and then gave it up to a bear, elk, or just a large buck perhaps passing by.
I continued fishing for another 30 minutes before taking a break for a snack, and a drink, and neither I would be able to finish.
Over the next half hour, however, I caught what was the largest steelhead I had ever seen. And then, I caught another!
The fishing story would be one to share for years to come I thought, but what I am going to share now, well, forget the fishishing story, because I would have never thought this would happen in a million years!
Leave the ice chest, take the konoli!
As I said, the crashing stopped, and so did any real movement so I went back to fishing. I kept looking over my shoulder from time to time, and kept the gun closer by.
It did not take long, but I had a fish on again. This year was a little historic as we could take more than two, and I have to say, I had another large almost record setting one again.
It took me a few to land it, but I did. And that is when the seriousness began.
As I was facing the forest, unhooking the fish from my line, there was a scream I’ve since heard a few times online in my own investigations over the last few years or so, and coming from the forest I was now staring at.
It was loud, you could almost feel it, and it sounded like it was protruding from the largest set of lungs I’ve ever heard!
It started as a guttural bellow and grew to a high pitched scream that sounded almost like a banshee, if there are any.
At that point I figured I needed heart medication as mine suddenly froze, then almost leaped out of my chest and straight for the car.
I reached over and grabbed the little handgun, and I remember thinking to myself that the gun I had, and the scream I heard, well, apparently I was not up for this fight if this thing came crashing out of the woods.
Just then, I saw something, it was a large shadow pretty far in the thick of the trees and bushes, too far for me to really tell what it was, but enough to tell that it was large, dark, and relatively fast as it suddenly moved from the west to the east about 20 yeard before stopping behind a group of trees.
I caught myself leaning forward and squinting my eyes to see in, but the sun was coming out and the reflection from the river just made my surroundings brighter, and the forest darker.
I saw something though, maybe a bear, but that was a tall bear I thought.
I decided to pack things up, and maybe just head out back down the river a few miles or so, better to be safe than sorry. I wish I would have left sooner, however.
That is was when the crashing started again in the woods. And yes, it was coming right at me.
However, this time, I could see what looked like a large hairy man-monster coming towards from about 50 yards inside the trees. It was huge, at least 8 feet tall, hairy, and soon enough, I would see its face, the face of a mountain devil!
I was furiously gathering my stuff, but this thing was barreling down on me and I was afraid it might cut me off, or simply attack me at any moment. But, it stopped about 15 yards inside the trees, it just stood there looking at me.
It looked angry in the face. Its dark deep inset eyes just stared right through me. And there was hair all over its face, except around the nose and eyes, there was hair there, but it was light in color compared to the rest of the body, and just enough to barely notice.
The mouth, when closed was a large slit, with a huge jawline. The skin was a light-colored ashen coal, but the hair was jet black, long, and covered the whole body.
This was a Bigfoot I was starring at, or was starring at me. I could not believe it, all the stories growing up, the documentaries that led nowhere, and here it was, massive, tall, scary, and standing in real life right in front of me.
It was 15 yards away at most, but it was in the open between trees just staring me down.
Eventually, like a freight train coming at you, the second scream from this thing rattled me to my bones. I felt almost stunned, literally, stunned and could not move a muscle.
The mouth on this creature was huge! And its teeth, although looked blocked for the most part, well, you could still tell they could bite you in half, or me at that point.
I found myself rasing my head up again to see where this thing was at, and if it had moved, and it had, it stood now near the sand bar I was on, but just back into the woods a yard or two.
It was all of 8 feet plus tall now that I could see all of him.
It kept up a low growl and looked over at the fish lying on the bank at that point.
I looked at it, it looked at me then the fish again, and I got the clue, or the hint, this animal wanted my catch, and hopefully, that was all.
I slowly grabbed my pack and held my gun in the other hand. I left the pole, the ice chest, and the fish, of course, and started backing up to the trail back to the cabin and my car.
At first I thought that was a bad move as this creature went to all fours all of a sudden and pounded the ground once with its fist. But, it didn’t move towards me. I started slowly backing away again and, as I did, this thing stood up again and inched out slowly, moving its head and shoulders my way, and back to the fish.
It picked them up with its huge hands and walked back off into the forest. The strides this thing took were at least 4-5 feet in length, and the way it walked was horribly weird.
As soon as it was out of site, I ran!
Safe in the Sound.
It took me two minutes to start the car, I felt safe, but my mind was whirling over what I just saw. I looked over at the cabin and knew that the minute I got home I would call my friend and tell him what happened near his place, and warn them.
All the way back it felt like I was still in the middle of a bad dream. But, it was real, barely an hour or two later after getting there, I was back on the road heading home with the vision of this thing playing over and over in my mind, and the situation too.
My friend, a few hours later called me back after I got home and left him a message. He did not sound skeptical about my event, but he said they doid not notice anything up there at all, well, other than bear and some cougar.
He did mention that his wife and himself had come across some weird tracks and scat once near Gold Beach up on a trail that runs along the entire Oregon Coast. No wonder he was not shocked.
It took me some time to get back into being out on the river alone again, and even when on the guide job up and down the river, I would catch myself looking around constantly.
Today I am much more relaxed, but I am also more aware that the woods do have another animal in them, one that seems to have no real fear of us, at least not when it comes to them and their food source.
Personally, however, I try to stick to the ocean today as often as possible, just in case…
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