I currently live in the northeastern part of the state of Washington, when I found the Bigfoot kills and was followed by one, I was living in southeastern Washington and out hunting that day.
Actually, I had camped out the night before and should have known something was awry from the weird sounds and experiences the night before. But, once I saw what I saw, and was followed or escorted out of the area by a Bigfoot, well, let’s just say I do not hunt there anymore, ever.
Here is what happened Dave, all of it…
In the lane snow is glistening.
My wife and I love the fall and winter, for me, it is all about the better fishing and hunting where I am from. As a matter of fact, I was hunting wild turkey when I came across something completely morbid, something I’d never seen before in all my days outdoors or since.
It was the first week of November and the wife was already getting everything Christmas up in the house minus the tree. As for myself, I was going to enjoy the rest of fall by heading out to get some hunting in, wild turkey like I said.
I was actually a little ways outside a small town if that is what you call it, Kooskooskie, Washington. I love that little place, and it was worth the drive to get there. Being from the outskirts on the east side of Walla Walla it was not that long of a drive really.
I had a couple friends from high school who owned property out there, one of them did not even live in the state anymore, they lived in Portland Oregon, and the property was just land, no improvements at all, just land.
It sat just outside the town itself about 15-20 minutes, and literally, it was a mountain. He said that his wife and him, one day, would build a home there, but for now, they were off making their fortune I supposed in the big city.
Not that he needed it, his parents were wealthy and he would inherit it all, he already got the 40-acre property, and that was worth a ton.
Anyways, there were deer and wild turkey that ran around on the land, or mountain, and I had permission to hunt on it.
I figured I would let my wife and 12-year-old daughter at the time do the Christmas thing while I spend a couple days and a night hunting our turkey for that Thanksgiving.
I am old school, I love the thought of bagging my own turkey instead of buying one, I sort of see myself as that guy in a Rockwell painting that are so famous that time of the year. I even have a red and black big checkered hunting hat with thick earflaps and flannel to match if you can imagine.
It was a pretty cold year that year, that is why I do not buy that global warming or changing or cooling thing, they can’t make their minds up about. Personally, it is called weather, and the weather that year was cold already, as it sometimes was.
It actually got a dusting of snow where I had decided to camp, however, and while I loved the fact because it helped with tracking, it was still cold and I needed to sleep in the car instead of the tent I had brought with me.
That turned out to be a good thing though.
Chilly winds and chilly sounds.
I got up there pre-dawn actually, after about an hour drive, I was out of the car, unlocking a gate that ran the front of the property only, and was driving up the old dirt road before sun up.
It started to snow at that point for about an hour or two on and off. It was about a few inches at that point, but through the day it would melt to almost nothing, but that night it would come again for a bit and freeze, creating a slick dusting of snow/ice.
But, that first day I spent hunting, and while I would not be shooting anything just yet, I did spend a little time setting up a small blind and getting myself together for a long and cold mid-fall night in the pacific northwest.
This particular property, like I mentioned before, ran from the main road through a small flat field, and for the most part, was all mountain after that. It was not as thick of forest as the western part of the state, but, there were plenty of trees that grew in thickets in between the open brown fields here and there.
It was hard for me to believe that a Bigfoot would be out in an area that is so, well, open for the most part. But, later on thinking about it, there is still a vast forest out here, lots of covers is available for sure. Like eastern Oregon, it can be barren, but parts of it are as thick as the coastline when it comes to where the forest butts up against it.
I decided on setting up my blind on the edge of the largest forested area. This particular section of trees actually ran almost the entire northeast side of the mountain itself. It too was broken up by some open areas, of course, but they were few and far between compared to the rest of the mountain.
The wind was picking up, but the snow was slowing down by the time I got it set up, I was glad of that fact too.
The wind, however, got was so strong I thought myself almost unsafe being under the trees themselves at that point, so I decided to finish the afternoon and evening hunting a bit, not shooting anything, just scoping things out.
I was up the mountain about 75 yards from my blind when I heard what sounded like the howling of the wind, but, after a moment or two when the wind died down, the howling sound could still be heard.
I could not be sure of exactly where it was coming from other than the direction back down the mountain past my turkey blind.
I figured it was just the wind blowing down through the valley real hard and kept walking on.
I kept a pretty slow pace heading back to my vehicle, and along the way found many, many turkey tracks, there must be a whole gang of them running along this one section of the mountainside.
I made it back to my car, got a fire started, and up until almost dark that strange howling on the wind kept up until it became dark and the wind all but stopped completely.
Dude, that’s my car.
It was about 11 pm before I added a couple more logs on the fire, called my wife and headed to bed.
The sound of the howling I have to admit kept running through my mind. As much as I gave it up in my mind to be just the wind, it sounded more like an actual howl, like a coyote, a wolf perhaps.
Never once did I think Bigfoot could have been the source of the sound.
It must have been 2-3 in the morning when I swear I felt something nudge or push the car. Of course, I could not be sure as I was half asleep when I think I felt it move. But, I did wake up and decided to step outside and make sure nothing or nobody was going to be harassing me or marking up my vehicle.
It was snowing lightly again, barely noticeable as it were, but it was.
I looked around with he flashlight, but nothing. No movement, no sound, no nothing. It was freezing though, so I pushed the coals around a bit and got the fire going again so when I woke up later that morning, well, I could get a fire started faster.
I woke up not two hours later, just before the sun came up. It was about to get up anyway and I was probably a minute or so from doing so, but there it was again, the howling.
I got up, crawled out of the vehicle and started throwing some smaller twigs and wood on the embers to get the fire going again while I listened to whatever it was in the distance.
There was no wind, and the snow came and went again leaving a dusting on the vehicle and ground. It took me a few, but I got some coffee and started wandering around the area looking for tracks and listening intently.
It was an animal I could tell making the noise, and it was coming from across the valley below.
But, it seemed to be either moving closer or, it was simply starting to howl or scream louder.
I would learn in a bit that it was moving closer.
I walked around the car to get a better read on where the sound might be coming from, although I had a good guess, and that is when I noticed what I thought were, well, palm prints on my vehicle.
It was pretty messy to look at with a dusting of snow and the dirt mixed in, but a chill went down my neck for a moment as I stared I what looked like palm prints.
I shook it off and started looking around the grass for tracks, but the grass was tall in that particular area I was camping, and the only thing I noticed is what seemed like game trails running through it here and there.
But, with the rocky ground and tall grass, no sign could really be seen.
Ugly, tall, and smelly!
I ate breakfast, shook it all off and thought maybe a black bear was messing with the weird looking metal thing in the dark the night before.
I let the fire keep burning, it was far to wet to worry about forest fires, and besides, once again, I did not want to have to start a fire later when it got dark.
After that, I headed out to my blind.
The wind was howling again, this time it came from the southwest a bit. That was all okay with me as it would hide my scent a bit.
But, what I noticed almost immediately was the wind had a scent of its own, and a nasty one.
I tried to ignore it and kept on making my turkey calls and keeping my eyes and ears peeled and tuned in. But, the smell persisted until the point that I found myself actually, and a bit morbidly so, interested in and where it was coming from.
After about a half hour more of smelling the rotten and putrid smell, I had to go see where it was coming from, and what was causing it.
It was coming with the wind, so it was coming from downhill.
It only took me once to backtrack going east, but eventually, I came across a small open area amongst the pine, and boy did I wish it smelled like the trees instead. It was so bad I took my scarf and wrapped it around my mouth and nose to cut down the smell.
I could not believe my eyes.
Near the far side of the clearing I could not really believe it at first, but there it was, a pile of bones accompanied by the recent but rotting flesh.
Kills, something was killing its prey, bringing it here and possibly eating it, well, some of it. However, because some of these deer and wild turkey looked whole, I was wondering if it might be a person instead simply killing at will, and for no real reason.
Seriously, what else would do such a thing?
Well, I learned that almost immediately!
After about 20 or seconds I decided to take a closer look at what was on the pile. The pile itself was about, or at least I remember, 6-7 or so feet in circumference. Nothing but bones beneath the fresher carcasses nearly up to the bottom part of my knee.
On top were three deer, and one turkey. I could not tell with the turkey, but I believe its neck was crushed. As for the deer, well, their heads were practically hanging on by a thread of sinew and bone.
Two looked like yearlings, and one was a 4-point buck I could tell.
I stared at the massive pile of death until I felt that cold icy feeling down the back of my neck again. I knew it, I was being watched.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed movement and being somewhat light at that point, I could see a tall dark shadow of something bobbing out back and forth from behind a large Oak tree mixed in with the pine.
It was still very early, slightly foggy and overcast, but it was light enough to see that this thing had a chest like a person, arms, hands, and a dark hair covered face that scared me so bad I froze in fear for a few seconds or so.
I did not move until I watched this thing, at least 9-feet tall, covered in a dark brown almost black hair that seemed at least an inch or so long, run from one clump of trees to another like a ghost it almost seemed to float.
It moved again, only this time it seemed to me that it was starting to circle me. I was dealing with a myth come to life, Bigfoot, and if it could do that to such a large buck, well, I pumped the old gun and pointed in the air and pulled the trigger.
That massive monster bolted and ran to the west of me until I could not see it through the trees or fog.
But, it did not go too far. I could hear it walking, and now, I could hear growling and grunting from time to time as it still circled me.
I started walking with my gun in hand, loaded, and ready just in case towards my vehicle. This thing followed me the whole way back, and from time to time I heard what seemed to be sticks and small rocks flying by me and hitting the ground.
Here and there I could see the shadow of this thing stop, growl, and walk off in its weird way back into a tree line.
I finally made it to my vehicle, jumped in and even left the fire going as I peeled off with my phone in hand calling my wife. And, before you ask me, my phone was an old one, it had a camera, but it was an old flip phone camera at the time so it would have been useless out there.
I did stop though, near the gate thinking I was safer being further away from that thing. But I was wrong, that thing was screaming its head off and seemed like it was running down the mountain in my direction!
I could hear it plain as day, a scream that sounded like a woman being tortured.
I jumped back in the vehicle, started it up again and drove off, fast.
Property for sell.
My friend and his wife took a trip up there, and immediately following he called me to tell me sorry for thinking otherwise about my story. He also decided to sell the property. He and his wife heard the chilling howls, they never seen it, but they heard it and found the pile of carcasses.
Since then, they have sold the property to hunters.
Personally, I do not live down that way myself, and even though that does not mean I am not in harm’s way, I try to hunt my turkeys in the more open areas today, forget the cover of trees!
Thanks for listening,
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