May 7

Encounter On Fathers Day, 2020

A listener writes “I’ve been wanting to go camping with my Sons for Father’s day but only my middle son, Zach could make it. I decided on Robinson flat campground East of foresthil CA because it’s very remote and free.

Its located at the end of the Foresthill road heading East from Auburn, It is approximately 25 miles east of Foresthill at the end of the existing paved roads. So on Saturday, June 20th, We got to the campground around 3.p.m. and the only campsite available was the second to the last one which was occupied with a young couple and their small boy and they were playing loud heavy metal music most of the day. The campsites themselves back up to the Tahoe National Forest so once you enter the woods, make sure you remember which direction you came from.

After setting up camp, I had to relieve myself but didn’t want to walk to the vault toilets so I went about 30 yards behind my campsite, did my business and went on about my business. Throughout the rest of the day, I would just urinate behind my camp. Zach took off for a bit to find a quiet place to read and I told him to stay within earshot. While he was gone, I kept getting an uneasy feeling uphill to the east of camp and I kept looking, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

Around 8 p.m. or so, I was getting dinner ready and a small rock about the size of a walnut came from north of my site, landed where I was standing and rolled into my foot. At first thought I figured the metal music campers were having some fun so I picked it up and threw it back towards the same general area. Zach asked me why I did that but I didn’t answer him because I realized the campers in that particular site were not there and must have gone to the restrooms or to get water from the creek. After dinner we relaxed, talked for a while, I set up my Go pro to do a time lapse of the sky, and at roughly 10:45 we turned in for the night.

At 12:30 a.m. Zach and I were both awakened by a sound just outside our tent. It sounded like something was digging and pawing at the ground. I slapped my hand down loud on the floor of the tent and whatever it was bounded off and pretty much sounded like a deer bounding through the trees. My watch is a Fitbit and turns on every time I raise my arm so I knew exactly what time it was. Zach went back to sleep, but At this point, I was wide awake so I decided to wait and see if the deer would come back. At 1:05 a.m. there was more movement outside the tent but I couldn’t quite tell what it was. Something that struck me as odd, was the environment was dead quiet. No normal forest noise at all. Just the very slight shuffling outside the tent. I slapped my hand down again and this time there was no movement of anything. Just the echo of my hand slap and the absence of all other sound. I strained to hear anything else. I even slowed my breathing. I t was that quiet.

At 1:30 a.m. exactly, I hear a temper tantrum like ruckus coming from approximately 20 yards to the northwest. I heard a loud deep huff of breath and what sounded like a bunch of vegetation being slammed against the ground faster and louder each time followed by a loud double thump that I felt through the ground. Then, whatever it was ran north from that spot on two legs. I say that because nothing on this world should run on two legs but a man. Only this “man” covered about 100 yards uphill in about ten strides. At the end of this sprint there was some crashing and limb breaking and for a couple hours afterwards there was a loud knock and various sounds indicative of someone or something meandering about in the woods north of me.

Around 3:00 a.m. roughly, a car was heard coming down Foresthill road into camp and during this, its headlights lit up the camp and the tree line. After this happened, all activity ceased.

Just before sunrise,5:24 a.m. (I was checking my gopro) I was brave enough to venture out and notice the heavy metal campers were awake and decided to ask if they heard anything around 1:30 in the morning. The gentleman said he didn’t but from their tent I heard his wife or girlfriend say she heard something that scared the crap out of her and she described pretty much what I was describing to you above.”

2 Responses to “Encounter On Fathers Day, 2020”

  1. theresa m

    Urine! In! The! Woods! He marked his territory and then slapped the ground – that could not have made this creature very happy sounding from the tantrum it threw.

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