I am from Seattle, Washington, but where this incident occurred was actually up the mountains in the Wenatchee National Forest when I was 19 years old, back in 1995 to be exact, and it was a real frightening and life-changing event for me.
These things are dangerous, and I swear it was trying to hurt me, or at the very least scare the crap out of me enough to never go back there or into the forest again, period.
Here is my encounter, and why I think you should always carry a gun when heading into the woods, anywhere. Sorry to be so negative, but I am still freaked out today about the whole thing…
There be monsters on that mountain.
Mountain biking was already around at that point, but it was growing in popularity, like skateboarding in the mid 70’s and up to now. I became a huge fan of the sport, even today I still ride, just closer to home, and always with a friend or two, and for a good reason, I was chased by a Bigfoot.
I had just turned 19 and was still living at home at the time. No, I was not some soon to be coddled misanthrope college student waiting for the chance to show off my stupidity on the day’s issues as they do today. I paid rent, electric, and part of the cable bill and food, my parents paid for my education.
That was a fair trade I believed then, and now.
I also worked nights with (actually for) my dad in a small janitorial business he operated just outside of Seattle, Washington. This gave me enough extra income, well, a bit extra to enjoy one awesome hobby, mountain biking.
It was late fall of 1995 when I decided I wanted to take a Saturday to hit some awesome new mountain biking trails I heard about that were recently cut in the Wenatchee National Forest.
Yes, at the time I would head out to places alone, and not once up until that point had I ever experienced anything out of the ordinary. Well, there was once where I watched as a Cougar crossed a path about 30 or so yards in front of me in the foothills outside Seattle.
The craziest part of that sighting was it was literally about 200 yards or so up behind a small subdivision, and public school.
But, back to the craziest sighting and scariest event in my life…
There are monsters in the woods of Washington state, and I believe the Pacific Northwest period, I’ve seen one, and they are dangerous.
Warning signs and other stuff.
It had snowed, not much, but enough to know that it was going to be a great ride that day, but one I needed to take special care with as snow can cause a disorientation in the woods, basically you can get turned around easily and end up lost.
I ended up near Engle Creek, almost to the end of it. It is mountainous there, and the trails were cut small, basically about 2 feet wide. It seemed like the only thing running through there were mountain bikes by the tracks I saw. And, about a few minutes later, I’d find other tracks.
I started unloading my pack, my bike, and a fanny-pack with some first aid supplies in them. I got set up and put on my shoes and helmet when I noticed an older couple coming down the trail rather fast.
They came to a stop and jumped off their bikes and seemed rather excited, not sure at that moment if it was good or bad, but I would in a moment.
As they seemed to ramble on and look back up the trail behind them, the gentleman locked eyes with me as he started to turn and look at his wife. The conversation started about something following, or running through the woods back up the trail and grunting and growling at them.
Bear, cougar, something like that was the cause, that was what I believed and had no other reason to not believe up to that point. Besides, they were from California, southern California at that and were visiting Washington state for a week.
Where they were from, which I would learn was Simi Valley, wild animals were something they never really had any contact with, at least not like we do here, so they were a little rattled to say the least.
I helped to calm them down and told them that they were simply being warned by most likely a bear that was still foraging for food up to that point and getting tired and ready to hibernate.
And it could be pregnant in which it would have its young and sleep while they lay there and feed. An irritated almost mamma bear was something that could be the answer to their frightening experience.
They agreed, except for one point in which, the woman mentioned about this thing sounded as if it was running, as on two legs running. Personally, she misheard it as far as I was concerned.
Off on a ride.
The creek below cut through the gully as I kept riding slowly uphill for about half a mile or so. It was beautiful out there. I remember heading out to a lake not to far from here as a kid camping with my folks, the reason for being out there that day, I loved the forest out that way, and the newer trails were a must to ride for me at the time.
I got to the top of the first hill or incline when I noticed them. Tracks, or better yet, footprints? It rang in my mind as a question.
I had stopped for a bit of water real quick, and I was getting warm. The sun was coming out and the snow melting, but I noticed them right down the middle of the trail, footprints, bare human shaped footprints.
At first, I thought perhaps the people I talked with briefly below had been crazy enough to wander around barefoot in the snow. But, these footprints, if I remember correctly, seem to be at least 16-18 inches long. There were toes, and the length of heel to toe was, well, I had to do the splits practically to get from one to the another.
I took a look at my surroundings a bit, and even started following the tracks along the trail until they seem to drift off into the treeline above me and up the mountain.
I have to say, I stopped for a moment and looked into the trees. I felt a little creeped out all of a sudden and felt a chill run through my body, and got goosebumps.
I shrugged it off though and continued on my way. I wish I would have just turned around and gone with what my gut and mind were probably trying to tell me, that something wicked this way comes apparently.
But no, I was young, tough, and shook it off to being paw prints melted together.
Chased by Bigfoot, no joke.
Up and down, up and down, I finally made it to the end of the trail, well, I was within about 75 yards of the end of it I remember. Going any further was pointless by that time, where I was at that moment I had a great view of a small valley below, and the mountains beyond, it was a gorgeous view.
Of course, in back of me, once again as I turned around, was all thickly wooded mountain. It was dark, almost foreboding, and the sun disappeared again behind the growing overcast sky making it even spookier at that moment I recall.
That is when that familiar feeling came over me, the one in which you feel like or know something is there, somewhere near you staring at you but you can’t see it or them. Yeah, that feeling came over me followed by something even worse, a feeling of dread!
I tried to shake it off and took a drink of my water and opened up a Cliff Bar to snack on. It was a few moments later that I heard a crunch, like something stepping on dry branches up behind me, well, what could be dry back there at least.
I quickly put my water bottle back on the bike, and the rest of my energy bar back in my pack. Just then, as I zipped it up, I noticed movement up inside the trees.
A dark shadow was bobbing back and forth from between a couple of huge Douglas Fir trees. The base of these trees was thick or huge, if you are from here, you know how big they can get. This thing was wider than the one it was standing behind and twice as wide as the one it stepped behind as it moved.
That was my cue to freak out; it stepped over to the other!
There was no mistake about it; it was two-legged whatever it was. It was also huge, and not just the width of that thing, but also its height. As it bobbed in and out from behind the trees, It had to be at least 8-9-feet tall I was guessing before I got a great look at this thing moments later.
I was freaking out at that point, but I knew that if this was a person I needed to take off and fast. But, what if it were a bear on two legs or something else that would or might react to me moving too fast? The questions raged on within me.
After a few seconds or more, I decided to move slowly, if it were a person who was some kinda’ freak or serial killer, well, I’d still be able to get away on my bike. If it were an animal, well, I believed the best idea at that point was not to spook or trigger it.
I turned the bike around slowly keeping my eyes on the large shadow that still bobbed in and out from behind the trees.
I did not go fast; I kept an eye on that thing the best I could. As I moved down the trail, I watched as it would make large weird strides from one tree to another always watching me.
Eventually, I lost sight of it as I dove down below a rocky outcropping I passed earlier. By the time I passed it and looked up the mountainside, nothing, I could not see it. That made me feel even more scared. Having eyeballs on something freaky-scary is better than knowing its there and not seeing it at all, like a shark in the water, you can’t see it, but it sees you!
Being chased by Kong.
They stink, and they are massive. As I turned down and around another bend slowly that is when I got the whiff of what smelled like rotten death and, well, I don’t know, maybe skunk? Either way, however, I heard that thing coming, like a freight train down the mountain. I started moving faster myself.
I felt my life depended on getting back to the car safely, and that crashing anywhere along the way, well, I’d be dinner or a late lunch at that time for whatever it was.
And, seconds later, I knew what it was, it was a Bigfoot. A nearly 9-foot, hairy, smelly, massive and seemingly angry Bigfoot was coming down the mountainside at an angle just ahead of me. It was about to cut me off!
If I had not had a quiet open straightaway at the moment, I would have had no chance to see what was ahead. This thing was massive and as the wind kicked up, so did the stench from its direction.
I needed to hit the next outcropping before it did this way I had a chance to scoot right underneath it. Even that thing, I knew, would have a slow time traversing that small cliff. I swear I screamed, I know it was me first who screamed, but it screamed too as it came with 15 yards at most of me before I passed it just under the cliff.
It was still behind me though, and moving fast, real fast and too fast!
It was yelling as well or screaming, I did not know the difference at that point and did not care because I was screaming at that thing as I high-tailed it down the mountain.
Have you ever been close to an animal or dog that was threatening you and you screamed at it? Yeah, that is what I was doing at that moment, and it was doing it right back.
I wish I could say I got every detail about the monster, but I was being chased down a mountain, and the only quick glances I got were to see if I was about to be a dead man or not.
However, it was full or covered in hair, not thick, thick fur like a bear or anything. Its scream was ear piercing even from 30 yards back it almost made me crash twice. Its stride was long I could tell, so long I thought I would never make it back.
I still had half a mile to go or more when I noticed it was not following me, or better yet, chasing me anymore. I stopped for the briefest of seconds and boom! That is when this thing broke out of the trees from below and behind me again and took up the chase. I peed myself almost and screamed bloody-murder at it as I took off again down the trail.
I could hear that thing, that monster all the way down the trail chasing me, pursuing me as if I was its prey I thought.
I was within 100 yards or so of the trailhead when I looked back and saw nothing. This time, however, I did not come to a complete stop, I kept on riding.
I finally reached the trailhead and could see my car about 30 or so yards away, finally came to a stop and heard a scream that had me go paler white in the face than I already was, and my heart beat so fast I thought I was going to pass out.
It was not that far away I could tell, so I hit the trail again and rode all the way over to my car.
Chased by Bigfoot.
My father back then was in the public eye, and after telling him about the incident he did believe me, but I could not tell anyone. However, he did tell a good friend of his who was, and I quote; “into these reports and incidents.”
I never heard any more about it from him or his friend though. Today, and just so you know, I am in the public eye as well, to a point. This keeps me from sharing my experience in an interview with you.
It was a scary moment, though, and I know I am not the only one to have a cycling experience with a Bigfoot in the woods. I’ve recently heard you talk about a boy that was chased and knocked off his bike Dave, by a Bigfoot. Later the bike was found 10-feet or so up a tree. Personally, I am surprised you did not find a dead body up that tree instead.
I think this thing wanted to get me, but for some reason, it held back. Trust me, this thing was wicked-fast, and it was massive it could have had me at any time. One swipe of its large arm would probably have knocked my head clean off.
But, that is my story…, and why I stick close to home for mountain biking today.
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