I love to camp, and so does my wife. We are not much for hunting, but fishing, camping, and even hiking up around Lemolo Lake Oregon is something we love to do, at least when Bigfoot is not around that is.
We had our first ever, and only to this point, encounter and experience with Bigfoot up around Lemolo Lake, Oregon back in the late 1980’s. I figured it was about time we at least shared our story out here, and let people know that yes, Bigfoot do in fact roam that area.
So, here is the wife’s and mine account, and yes, my wife saw it through the screen of the tent, and to this day, she gets a little creeped out camping, still…
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A hundred times at Lemolo Lake.
It was probably the hundredth time we camped at Lemolo Lake when a Bigfoot entered our campsite, (that was not a campsite) twice! No kidding, this thing came back for a second raid if you will.
My wife and I, and let me set this up for you, well, we love to camp and fish. We were both born and raised Oregonians from the Portland area and eventually settled in southern Oregon where things were a little less, well, to be honest, weird.
We are of the conservative mind, mostly, but not on everything.
Southern Oregon became our home in the mid-1980’s when we got married and bought a home between Glide and Roseburg, Oregon.
Both of us worked in the nearby, and albeit larger town or city of Roseburg. It was a little bit of a drive back and forth daily, but it was not bad as we were not literally in Glide, we were outside of it a bit.
Some of our favorite hikes were nearby as well, like Susan Creek and Fall Creek, and sometimes when we felt like the ride, we would head up to the Twin Lakes area.
For fishing, there was plenty of reservoirs and, of course, Lemolo Lake, and Rattlesnake Mountain for more hiking and whatnot.
Fishing and camping, well, Diamond and Lemolo were are favorites. That late spring would be Lemolo, and no, it was and is not the last time either.
While the experience was rather frightening, we did not feel as though “it” wanted us, or was really interested in us, it wanted something else.
So, here is what happened.
Camping in la-la-land.
Poole Creek is the area we decided to camp at, and to tell you the truth, we were just past the edges of that near the lake itself, a small inlet actually. And the mosquitoes were horrid that year, they are usually bad there, but that was just crazy I remember.
It felt as though we had the whole lake to ourselves, the nearest “neighbor” was almost 75-100 yards at least away.
Not too mention, we moved our campsite about another 20 yards away from the actual site itself and made our own.
Yes, that was against the rules I am sure, but there was nobody around, and nobody came to enforce the rules anyways.
The fishing was good, except catching those lame little chubs that were introduced a few years before that had almost taken over the lake completely. Hopefully, one day, they can get rid of them.
To help out, when we catch them we literally toss them in the bushes, these fish really are like a disease, so let the bleeding heart stuff go, these are not natural fish to this lake.
But, like I said, fishing was good, though, we were actually getting a few trout for dinner that second night.
We are tent campers, well, today we are teardrop campers now, but back then it was nothing but a tent and the roughing it part.
The first night was nice and uneventful. But, the second night, well, those events would change our attitudes towards what is out in these woods for sure!
Dinner, a game, and a Bigfoot?
The second day was great, a few drops of rain here and there, but we were expecting that. The rest of the week was supposed to be perfect for this time of the year.
After some fishing in the canoe around the inlet, we decided to fish from the bank while we listen to a baseball game on the radio. Yes, the reception was just fine up there, actually, it was better than back home to tell you the truth.
We pulled up the canoe and tied it to a tree, got our poles back in the water and decided to clean up camp a bit while we cooked up some fish and boxed Mac-n-Cheese for dinner.
My wife decided to go and check on the fishing poles, just in case. I decided to flip the fish wrapped in foil over and grab my book, kick back, and listen to the Mariners play the visiting Sox.
That 4 game series was awesome by the way.
After a few moments, my wife called my name and had me look across the inlet to the other side. I had know idea what she was looking at, well, at first that is.
After a moment I noticed a person walking through the forest, a tall person at that. I was too dark in there at that time of day I remember to make out anything except they were walking, and they were rather tall, at least it looked that way.
My wife was worried it was someone with the resort and we were possibly going to get a tongue lashing about being so far from our own campsite.
But, the figure disappeared over the small hill and off to another part of the lake we thought.
We were out of the proverbial “woods” we supposed and left it at that.
I got back to my book and dinner, and my wife with fishing and listening in on the game.
Dinner was great, the game was still going on and the Mariners were up by 2 when it got dark. We put some larger logs on the fire, and the stars were out as the clouds disappeared.
It would be a cooler night, but in the end, I probably would have taken absolutely cold over absolutely unbelievable!
My wife decided to rinse the dishes off in the lake, and for some unknown reason looked across the inlet and over to that hillside. She returned with a rather confuse look about her.
She said she saw that person again walking this time closer to the shore. And they actually stopped for about 1 minute and seemed to be, as far as she said she could tell, was staring at us or her.
Then they walked off again, but this time south into the woods, not over the hill.
She was not frightened by any means, but she was wondering why they would be walking around near dark over there, there were no camping sites over there at all.
Eventually, after a few minutes or so, and the Sox knocking in another run making her a little frazzled, we forgot about the passer-by.
Footsteps in our camp.
It was getting late, and the game was over. We decided to not continue being dessert for the mosquitoes and headed off to bed.
I am a heavy sleeper, my wife is a light sleeper, pretty normal couple I believe. Either way, it was my wife who ended up practically giving me a charlie-horse waking me up. However, she had her hand covering my mouth.
I was trying to mumble and speak, but she leaned in and held her finger over her lips telling me to shoosh.
It was then that I heard what sounded like footsteps, literally bi-pedal footsteps walking along the shoreline of the lake. Of course, that is not illegal, but whoever it was had to know we were there, and that was, well, rude.
But my wife had a more peculiar look on her face I could tell. She leaned over again and whispered in my ear and said; “that seconds before she woke me, she noticed the shadow of this person was pretty tall, taller than anyone she had ever seen before, huge in fact.”
Our minds, okay, my mind did flash for a moment to Bigfoot, I am a Pacific Northwester for crying out loud!
We laid there listening as whatever, or whoever it was walked along skirting the shoreline of the lake here and there actually stepped in the water itself.
At one point, it seemed to have stopped. I could finally see the shadow of this thing as my own eyes adjusted to the bright moonlit night and the shadow this thing was casting. It was huge, my best guess would be at least 7-8 feet tall!
It squatted down and seemed to be moving its arms, and with the sound of water swooshing around, I believe it had its hands in the water. We also noticed that it would glance over its shoulder, well, its upper torso and head would turn back towards our camp and just stare I suppose.
It did this for about a minute or so until it stood, and continued walking down by the shoreline out of site, and out of hearing distance too.
Was it a person? A Bigfoot? We looked at each other for a moment until I think I gathered enough nerve to get out of the tent.
The campfire was almost all but out at that point, so I grabbed some kindling and got the fire started back up. I do have to say, it was eerily quiet, even the crickets that did chirp were not as loud as they were earlier that evening.
Whoever or whatever it was I thought may have still been nearby. But at the time, while my wife and I were a little on edge, we gave it up to being a person, a passerby in the night who may have realized they were near a camp and moved on.
An hour later the fire was roaring, and we were tired again. We headed off to sleep once the crickets were chirping loudly, and the fire was popping.
Really? Bigfoot in our camp, again?!
It was late, real late, like around 3 A.M. if I recall correctly, but we were woken up again by rustling around the camp this time.
My wife, of course, heard it, Bigfoot, actually walk into our camp. Her eyes were as big as golf balls, seriously, when I woke up and looked at here I could see the whites of her eyes in the low firelight that bounced over the tent.
I also looked over to notice that tall figure in our camp. It was gigantic! Its shoulders were at least twice the size of mine, or more even. I did get a chance to gauge it against the tree by our tent and the thing was just shy of 8-feet tall.
Hairy, you could see in the backlight that this thing was covered in hair, not fur, but hair.
I did not know until a few minutes later, but my wife and that thing looked at each other, face to face with only the tent to separate them.
She said it came from behind the tent itself, from the direction of a trail that wrapped around the inlet. She said the footsteps were very heavy and approached the tent slowly, that is how I was woken up that time, it smacked the tent, and my wife let out a little squeal if you will.
She said it bent over and looked at the tent, and it just so happened she was looking through the screen of the tent, a little window on the side. She said later that it smelled real bad, like onions and skunk. She did not get a real good look at the face because it was still too dark on that side of the tent.
What she cold tell, however, was that it was hairy, and while she could not tell much because of the lack of light, she could tell that its skin was lighter than its hair color and that its face was long.
It had a raspy inhale and exhale as it breathed, and it put its large hand on the tent and the pulled it away quickly letting it kind of slap the tent. That is when I woke up and it had already taken two massive steps in between the campfire and our tent.
It seemed to sway from left to right as it stood there facing the tent. I was wondering if it was going to attack us or what. But after few seconds or so, it walked over to the table where it knocked over our ice chest and took the fish in it, we would find that out in the morning.
It was not completely proportioned like a human, but close, close enough to know that we were dealing with a Bigfoot. Tall, hairy, smelly, and you could just tell it was, not too mention my wife said it was, and that was all I needed to know.
It finally stopped rummaging through the ice chest and other stuff on the table. It eventually walked back down towards the shoreline and from there it started walking off into the woods where we believe it came from the first time earlier that night.
The footsteps were heavy I remember, and the next morning we made out some pretty significant impressions. However, because of lack of a lot or decent rainfall at that point, it was rather dry, and impressions were all we could see.
My wife that morning was somewhat frightened, not to frightened as in scared out of her mind, but more like a nervous frightened.
Lemolo Lake Bigfoot.
We did not get out of the tent until daylight started creeping up, and that was not too much longer actually after it was gone, or at least we could not sense it was around any longer. And no, we did not pack up and leave either, we just moved back to our regular camping spot.
Like I said, after a bit we did not feel it was interested in us, jut the food we had.
Its long arms and huge hands did not make a big of a mess of everything as we thought either, only the ice chest was knocked over and empty of the fish, while most of the content on the table were left alone, just a can of beans on the ground.
Personally, it was quite the experience to see such a huge creature out here, especially after thinking to ourselves that we probably, most likely, have been around them before and did not know it.
They exist after all!
Thanks for letting us share Dave, and just so you know, we’ll see you up there in June at Lemolo Lake with the family.
However, I do have to say this, while I am hoping for another encounter like that one, I can’t guarantee it so, I am not sure if we want another one, I know my wife does not.
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