My wife and I love the Crater Lake area there in, well, I guess you could say it is in the southern region of Oregon, even after the fact that we were chased out of the woods there four years ago by a Bigfoot.
Being from the big city, San Francisco, we have seen and even been in a few hair-raising situations. But, being chased out of the woods by the largest, scariest looking thing we’ve ever seen? Well, that takes the cake.
Here is our encounter Dave, and yes, we might be up for an interview this fall…, maybe.
Crater Lake here we come!
We love Oregon, everything about it screams US! (Even after this indecent)
My fiancé’ and I met 7 years ago at work, we work for a couple high profile attorney’s here in the Bay Area. We started out as friends for about 2 years, and between the passion for our jobs, and the great outdoors, well, we found another passion, each other.
It was our passion for the outdoors that brought us together, and it gave us the chance to find the place we want to move to one day, Shady Cove, Oregon.
I know, it is one of those places you would never guess we might live, but to tell you the truth, we love small town life, and that is what we are saving up for currently. I want to run a fishing guide service, and my fiancé’ wants to dive into professional photography.
And the fact that Shady Cove is at the mouth of a national forest, yet close to the much bigger city of Medford, it is perfect for us.
We make a great living right now, and given a few more years; we will have the funds to get started.
It was on a recent getaway up to our favorite little town that we would take a day trip, or hike if you will, and get the scare of our life from an animal we never even thought existed, let alone heard little about before.
Being city folks, raised here, yes, we have heard of Bigfoot or Sasquatch, but it was briefly, and it went in one ear and out the other, for the both of us.
But, I will tell you this, I can’t wait to move to Shady Cove and get some time out in the woods with some equipment for the fun of it. Of course, I believe that caution should be a keyword here, as this encounter did get frighteningly real, and for the both of us.
Chased out of the woods.
As legal aides, research is the game, and doing some of my own before we decided to hike around the Crater Lake area, well, we never ran across anyone in any travel guide or, travel blog for that matter, mention Bigfoot around the area.
I guess, perhaps, I did not visit the right travel blogs about the area.
Lady of the Woods was the trail we were on that early evening. We decided to take a quick hike, a simple hike, one that we could complete and still be back in town before it got completely dark.
Looking on any map, you can see that the trail is less than a mile long, but the view is beautiful, and we wanted to know everything we could about our future home and the surrounding area.
Besides, the chiseled woman in the rock was awesome to see, and the rail, while short as I said, had some great views.
There was a major section of the trail that the view consisted of forest, not too thick, but thick enough for us to have a problem seeing to far in.
And, just before we entered that section of the trail, that is when we heard someone paralleling us.
We thought perhaps that there was some other trail, something that is not recorded, a “local’s only” trail possibly that someone was hiking on at that moment.
However, what caught our curiosity was the fact we could hear them walking, and I mean we could hear footfall, heavy footfall.
The forest floor there was rather dry that time of year, this is not the coastal rain forest of the PacWest, this is a much more dry forest in the early summer, and by this time of the year, it is heavy with dry pine needles and such.
We could hear the crunching of the pine needles under foot, and occasionally, a twig or small branch being broken.
The heavy footfall was curious in the fact that it was very heavy, and knowing that black bear and mountain lion around these parts do not make that kind of noise, well, we decided to stop for a few and maybe get a visual of whatever or whomever it was.
Mind you, this section of the trail is about .25 miles in.
We stood there, must have been at least 3-4 minutes as we whispered back and forth, but whatever it was, it stopped and moved off. We could no longer hear anything but the normal forest noises.
And just so you know Dave, I, we, do not remember any forest noises going silent at all. The birds, cicadas and so on continued all the way through the experience.
I say this because at night it seems to be a different experience, but nothing gave us a warning about that thing being near or around us, period.
No more walking, whoever or whatever it was could not be heard anymore, so, we hiked on.
The green mile, almost mile.
We reached the end of the trail which gave us a rather cool view of the surrounding area, not much, but enough for it to be worth the almost mile hike.
However, this would be the turning point from great little hike, to panic stricken run (fast-paced walk) for our lives.
On a side note, I think this thing just wanted us out of the area, it was not, I feel, hunting us, not even close.
After hanging out for a bit, we decided to head back down the trail and back to Shady Cove for the night.
It was not even a minute into heading back when the heavy steps could be heard again, this time, they were on the opposite side of the trail, however, and closer.
My wife and I stopped, and started looking into the forest. Of course, it was darker back there, but we did make out something massive, dark, and looked like the upper torso of a large human being leaning out from a tree. I know, it sounds pretty typical, but that is what we saw at first.
It was completely motionless, as if it knew we were looking right at it. It was tall, at least 7-feet or a bit more, and from what we could see, it was covered in dark fur, or hair.
I thought, for a moment, that it was simply some person, a real tall and hairy person, but the massive size of the torso screamed something else.
My wife looked at me, well, turned her head keeping her eyes on the thing and asked me what it was. I did not know, but what we did know was that it was something large, and dark. This sent chills through my bones on a pretty warm day.
We then decided to start walking, and briskly back down the trail.
It followed us, it literally moved closer to the trail itself behind us and kept a pace that seemed to keep a distance of about 40-50 feet behind us as we walked along.
The trail is pretty wide, no real obstacles or hard parts about it, and that was a good thing.
At one point my wife became a little tired, and really thirsty, so we decided to stop for a moment. I looked around behind us as she sipped from her water bottle and that is when I saw my first ever Bigfoot.
I could not believe it, but they are real, and there it was as alive and present as my wife herself beside me that day!
It was a dark cinnamon color, not quite red, but not dark brown or black either. Just dark, almost a beautiful dark cinnamon color hair that seemed to flow in the breeze here and there underneath the arms.
It was tall, like I said. The body, however, seemed almost hunched a bit, and there was no real visible neck, like some have said; “it’s like the head was just sat on shoulders.”
The chest was massive, and my wife pointed out that she could see breasts on the thing. Looking again, there were, and they looked swollen. This Bigfoot was literally within 50 feet of us.
It bared its teeth at us abruptly , and with intent I believe. It did not seem to want to eat us or anything, but, then again, we were feeling threatened, as if we needed to leave now!
It wanted us gone.
Real quick, the teeth were blocked it looked like, however, my wife said she noticed some rather large canines as well, not massive, but they could be seen by her. I did not notice as my glasses were getting a little fogged up, and dirty from the hike and heavy breathing.
When they want you gone, I believe that is the reason for what some call the “bluff charged” Bigfoot do.
My wife made a move towards her backpack to put away the water and start our trek back again, and that is when I think this female thought we might be a threat as it made a quick charge at us.
We backed up quickly, about 5-6 feet real fast, hearts pounding, and adrenaline rushing.
It stopped, and made a terrible growl like sound from its gut of guts. It almost ran on all fours we noticed, not completely, but it hands would seem to hit the ground a bit.
We started to briskly walk again, and this female Bigfoot kept following us, just off the trail, and just inside the trees we could see the massive shadow, and from time to time in the light of day between the trees, we could see her walking.
The stride was long, and the way she walked was strange. But I noticed she kept to the forest floor that was covered in pine needles, and never stepped out completely onto the trail itself.
Maybe that is why it is so hard to find more tracks than people do, they avoid leaving them as much and as often as possible.. But, that is pure speculation.
Growls, grunts, and olé Maggie-may.
We were nearing three-fourths the way back when we kept hearing the footsteps get quicker, as well as grunts and growls.
If you have never heard it before, you could compare it to a gorilla I guess, but the growls, well, I could not compare that to anything, because there is nothing to compare it with. It is unique, deep and guttural but, menacing growl, and I swear you could feel it in your bones.
My wife at that point was at a rather panic stricken tipping point, and so was I to tell you the truth. We kept calm however, and tried to get a quick look as often as possible of her.
She was menacing and scary to look at. With a heavy brow, you could still not see the eyes, they were nearly pitch black inside there. Her skin, well, it seemed to be a lighter shade than some reports of dark coal-like pigmentation.
There was something about her face though that gave me the understanding later of why hunters and those that have seen them never shoot one, it seemed almost human-like. I am not sure about that best guess either, but I can see why now.
She never came close to the trail, she seemed to stay about the same distance away from us, and the trail. Just enough I think to say; “hey, I am here, be warned.”
“Rwuuuh.” Another grunt came as we finally reached the straightaway where the rock with the image of the Lady of the Woods was chiseled long ago.
We could not get to the car fast enough to be honest.
But, like that movie the Green Mile, well, that last 40 yards or so seemed to last forever. We wanted to run, but felt that was a bad idea. So, we kept the same pace as this thing still followed us just off the trail and inside the tree line.
My last visual of her was amazing, and I could even see her chest moving as she breathed in and out, you could tell the lung capacity of these things were amazing, no wonder they can be heard from miles away.
I swear I could hear her breath as close as she was, but, just as I started getting lost in the thought of this awesome but terrifyingly large animal, my wife started to walk even faster as we finally came into view of our vehicle.
I would come to learn in an hour or so that ole’ maggie-may was a fixture around those parts.
Red and his tale.
Red was an older native American man who lived just outside of Shady Cove, he was also a local fixture along the banks of the Rogue River.
Fishing day in, and day out, he was nearly 80 years old.
We made it back to the store, the only grocery store in town next to a fast food joint. Red was outside standing there when we pulled up and got out of the car.
We started talking about the event without a care in the world of who could who hear us, we did not live there yet, so no worries right?.
That is when Red came up and asked us to quiete down just a bit. He also said, and I quote; “I hear you ran in to ole maggie-may.”
The conversation turned into an evening of buying Red and ourselves enough beers to carry on a longer conversation across the road and down along the river bank.
There are some researchers he says that know about her, but it is not safe to go poking around too much as the clan or group up there can be rather nasty, and violent.
They were to be left alone at all costs he stated over and over again. However, he treated them in conversation as if they were a highly inteligent animal, one that deserved its space and privacy to roam, and to live free of us.
I could not have agreed more with ole’ Red.
That is what happened, and I am not sure I want to have another encounter, but if we do, well, keeping calm and a level head was the right decision.
Deb and Remy.
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