Yes, there is a lot of Oysters to be found in the area, but I never thought I would watch a young Bigfoot near Oysterville, Oregon where I lived wander the banks and dig around for what I guess was food.
Just so you know, I am a government employee, so I hope you keep my last name out of it Dave and thank you for that in advance.
But, here is what I saw as a young man trying to change the world, something that changed mine for sure.
The Bigfoot of Oysterville.
I was 25 years old in 2002, and Christmas/New Years break was still happening. It was the day after Christmas when I saw a Bigfoot for the first of two times foraging along the shores the Yaquina Bay, actually, up towards the tail end of it near an oyster farm across the way.
The story goes that there was a town here a long time ago, I have seen some of the old building debris here and there, so I can pretty much attest to the fact that there was something of a town at one point most likely.
But, back to my encounter.
I was off for another week from school and was going to work for the Forest Service when I graduated. At the time I was part of a work/study program with the USFS doing research and management along the Yaquina Bay. We were observing the bay’s wildlife and the impact of certain industries along it.
No, I am not against capitalism or anything like that, as a matter of fact, I think commerce and nature can coexist, all it takes is a little give and take here and there.
So far, through the summer, fall, and now into winter, things seemed normal around the entire area. Some species were flourishing. However, one species I never thought existed in a million years was also flourishing in the area, Bigfoot.
Even today I am still in awe of what I had seen that day.
I was born and raised in Newport, Oregon. Today I live in Montana and still work as a government employee, the reason to keep my name out of it. But, never had I seen or even heard a Bigfoot in my life up to that day. Yes, I heard the stories like any pacific northwesterner had, but no, I did not believe even for a moment that it, or they, existed.
I would learn, however, that there was a history of this animal in the area afterward, and from a close family member at that!
I studied biology and ecology, and while I know you are a creationist Dave, I too believe in God, but I believe He set things in motion, so, I believe in a mix of evolution and creationism. Personally, I believe these things to be part of the primate family; I also believe this animal are a more evolved form of Gigantopithecus from long ago.
When you see one in real life, you know this is probably a fact you can almost be sure of.
But, here is what happened and what led up to the visual itself.
Sitting on the dock of the bay.
I was working that day after Christmas. I did not have to, but I had decided to head down to an area or, what is known as a slough on the south side of the bay practically right across from a company that harvests oysters.
Yes, working is a term I would use loosely on that day, of course, but I was getting some research done, or caught up on.
It was morning, and the tide was heading out, and pretty fast I recall. I was going to be looking at a few things that morning, so my attention would take me to the farthest part of the slough on the west side near the shoreline. I was over near the McCaffery Island area. It was thick mud and dirt, and I was up to my waders in the muck, well, my ankles almost.
It was pretty early, and I had been making my way sort of southeast and around the natural bend in the landscape when I noticed some movement near the treeline, yet out close to the water’s edge as well.
It seemed to me to be a person who, from what I could see, was probably and most likely digging for clams or whatever. It seemed to me they were foraging along the shoreline.
Like me, it looked as though they were dressed down all in one color. Although I was wearing black jeans, the rest of me was all in dark green, so to them, I must have looked like I was dressed all in black or some other dark color.
Whoever it was, however, when they stood all of a sudden I thought to myself it must be a basketball player, they were tall! A second later they had squatted down again, but still, even in that position they still seemed rather tall.
It was a dark overcast or foggy morning. Yes, it was supposed to be a mostly clear day that day, but who are we kidding, it is the Oregon coast! But, I could see that far enough to see it was a human shape and they stood on two legs, it was no black bear. It would be a few minutes later that I would know that it was not a person or a human at all, but a Bigfoot I was staring at.
I headed back towards the treeline and found what looked like an old broken up dock left over from what might have been something from the old ghost town from way back when. I took a seat on what was left of it and poured myself a cup of coffee from my thermos.
By that time this person, I thought at the time it was, had moved down closer to me, and fortunately, I was in a position to not be seen so well, so this gave me some time to get a good look at this thing.
I looked up and noticed movement again and looked over in the direction that I knew that person was in. That is when I sat my coffee down and became as still as a cactus in a desert. This thing came walking down the shoreline with mammoth-like long strides, and it seemed to be almost gliding with ease along in the muck I was practically drowning in.
I also noticed as it came closer that this was not a person, the color it was covered in was hair or fur, either way, it was not jeans and a shirt, that’s a fact! It was hair, not too long, except under its arms where it seemed to flow in the wind as it swung its extremely long arms as it walked on.
It stopped, looked in the back of itself and up the inlet, and then back across the slough, then it dropped back down and started digging with its enormous hands into the shoreline. At that moment I knew this thing was a legend come to life, and I realized how big and massive it was as well.
I swear this thing squatting down was still almost as tall as me when standing up. I am 5’8, not all that tall, but man, that thing was enormous. Its back you could tell was all muscle, and its arms and or, biceps, well, it made Popeye look like a Barbie doll.
Digging your scene.
I have to say; I was both scared and in awe of what I was looking at, it was incredible. I recently heard an interview from you of the lady who saw the Bigfoot on the side of the road in Washington state near Wenatchee Lake or something like that; I can say that was some spot on detail and exactly what I was looking at during that moment.
It was not huge in the fact that it looked like that Patterson film Bigfoot, although the gate and the arms and legs moved practically the same exact way. But, this one seemed skinnier for lack of a better word. Not skinny as in frail mind you, but a very athletic yet, muscular skinny if you can get my meaning.
I sat as still as I could and kept as quiet too. This thing kept digging and digging with its huge hands. From my vantage point I could see that its hands were very large, and the fingers long. I could not make out the face other than a protruding forehead, and the nose seemed flat against its dark complexion, especially when viewing it from the side.
That was all I could tell of its face, it seemed somewhat monkey-ish to me, but it was far enough away that I could not get a lot of detail of any facial features as I said.
But the body and how it was digging with its giant hands, I could see all that plain as day, even an overcast and cloudy day.
Every few seconds it would stop, and it seemed to me to be separating sand and mud from something and setting it next to him in a pile. And, at the same time, he would look around his immediate area constantly. Even while he was digging you got the sense his eyes were always elsewhere, maybe looking out for danger I suppose.
Twice he looked in my direction. Fortunately, however, I was somewhat camouflaged between the brush and some tall outcropping of trees that lined the slough. I was scared each time he did though; I felt as though this thing would tear me apart if it felt threatened by me in any way, shape, or form.
I felt like slipping away quietly and heading back to my car. The trek back would take a bit, and it would put me closer to that thing than I was at that moment, and I was simply not comfortable with that idea. But, it came from the direction of my car, so, either way, I was going to have to sneak past it, or wait for it to leave and hope it does not spot me.
That is when I heard a loud boom, like a giant firecracker going off. It was not a gun of any kind I know; it sounded like a giant firecracker from across the slough.
At the sound that Bigfoot shot straight up, looked out towards the inlet then turned like a flash and was out of site is a split second.
That was my cue to run!
It got the best of me.
I got back home and could not stop thinking about everything I had just witnessed. I tried calling my current boss, but it was Christmas vacation, and he was not answering. I called my dad, however, and he had me come over immediately.
He had something to tell me.
My dad met me outside when I pulled into the driveway. He asked me to walk with him. My folks have a lovely home practically on the shoreline in Newport, Oregon.
He said, and I am practically quoting what I can remember, about his sighting of something similar when he was 15-years-old while crabbing up the bay with my grandfather.
It was early one late November morning when his sighting occurred. It was cold, foggy, but the crabbing was good. About a quarter mile west of where I just had my visual my dad said he watched as a female and two young Bigfoot were digging along the shoreline and then ran off when the boat started up.
He said the wind was blowing pretty hard that day, so hearing the boat approach may have been muffled some, but there they were, nonetheless, a female and two what seemed like 3-foot tall or so younger Bigfoot walking and squatting down here and there digging in the ground.
He and his father watched them for at least two minutes. He said grandpa did not seem to be surprised at the fact that they existed and was the first one to see them and said: “look, boy, there are some Bigfoot on the shoreline.”
Eventually, however, like my incident, someone or something created a loud sound and off they went like lightning into the deep recesses of the slough.
The color was similar he said to the one I observed, however, he saw multiple, and one was a female for sure.
Was this one a family member? Was it one of the younger ones he’d seen only 30+ years earlier? Maybe, maybe not, either way, I’d found another thing in common with my father that Christmas.
I was glad for it too because two Christmas’ later he would pass away from a heart attack. The incidents gave us even more to talk about those last couple years, and I am to this day grateful for it.
I had to go back, the thought of finding and taking some pictures of tracks was getting the best of me the next day. I knew the tide would have come in, but maybe up towards the treeline there still might be some evidence of what I’d seen that day, and I could share it with my boss after the break.
I was disappointed at first as I could find no tracks whatsoever. But, I did find some broken branches about 6 feet up a few trees that were in the direction I’d seen it run towards the day before.
I was scared being there alone, though. It was an adrenaline rush that did not stop the whole time I was out there. I was constantly looking around me, much like the Bigfoot did. I found that a bit whimsical after thinking about it for a moment. Now I know a little bit about how they might feel when out in the open like that.
I was in the thick of it, however, so I could only see so much and so far.
Years later, and no answers.
There are some folks in the USFS that do not hide the fact that these things are reported rather frequently each year, and those reports seem to be growing more and more rapidly.
While I was told not to, and I quote; “entertain” such talk, I would never shun anyone who gave a call to us about seeing something. I’ve yet to get a call like that, but I no longer work in the area and have not for over ten years now.
But, here in the northern part of Montana, I hear the talk of the town, well, around the water cooler about the subject. There is one lady here who received a great report not long ago. She took it down and turned in the report, but nothing came of it, no reply, no nothing.
She told me she asked our supervisor later on about it, he just shrugged his shoulders and said he never heard anything back from the USFS folks. So, that was that.
But I did tell her my encounter story while out and about one day, and like you, I think she believes they do exist. I know I do, my dad and I have seen them.
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