I have a great show coming up this Friday night for the members. I spoke to Chris from Nevada who talks about a night he will never forget. Like many witnesses, he has suffered some psychological trauma from this aggressive encounter. He’s a life long hunter and outdoorsman, and now has had little desire to return to these areas, that he has enjoyed most of his life.
There is more to this story but here is a brief synopsis of what happen.
It was pushed down about a foot and me not thinking at all and really freaking out on the inside without making noise on the outside reacted and swatted at the pushed down area and hit something pretty hard that hurt my hand. The tarp went back up immediately and what was standing there shuffled back and smacked the tarp directly behind my head causing me to let out an “AHHHHHH!!!!!!” sound and I consequently re-chambered a round into my Glock .45.”
There was several creatures that night messing with Chris and the camp. Chris says “So that crap keeps going on for a while, and I keep trying to wake my stepdad to no avail. During one of the silent periods the one behind me started to urinate just feet from my head. That put a whole new scared into me for some reason. The volume had to be 2 or 3 times that of a man urinating. to me it sounded like a horse or a big bull urinating. I also need to say that the tarp was over 7 feet off the ground were this thing pushed down on it earlier. I couldn’t do it and I’m 6’3″ and 305 pounds and this thing outside has me feeling like an infant to give a better feel to the whole situation.
After it urinated I was really freaking out. 1 maybe 2 steps from having a complete breakdown. I was shaking with tears rolling down my face and my nose running like a child. I’m not ashamed to say that either. It was truly the scariest thing I have ever experienced in my life and it was happening 100 miles from nowhere in the dark with multiple Sasquatches!!! It got quiet after it urinated for a short time then it started breathing deeply and heavily when I made another attempt to wake my stepdad again. It had a real menacing sound to it and then the other two swatted around the tarp some more. It got quiet again and then from in front of me this time another one or more started throwing rocks and debris at us and it was hitting the tarp from all over from in front of me. It stopped shortly after and got real quiet the two behind my stepdad moved back quite a bit it seemed and they started throwing our firewood around and stomping on the ground and breaking tree limbs”
Chris was finally able to wake his step dad up and with their guns and flashlights they exited their shelter to find several large barefoot tracks all over their camp. Chris says “We climb out and there’s tracks everywhere, good tracks, bad tracks, tracks with claws coming off the toes. Our firewood is everywhere, and a big chunk was torn off a tree from approximately 11 feet up. To my left is the truck and the thickest brush and trees and I can hear one moving in there. The ones out in front that were throwing rocks started throwing rocks at us and the two that were behind my stepdad had come back up behind the trailer and started shaking it. I’m expressing to my stepdad that I no longer want to be there anymore. He simply replied with, get in the truck!”
They left for the night but returned in the morning to gather their things. Chris says “We started packing up camp because we sure as hell were not going to stay there anymore. We had to get the hitch off the side by side to tow the trailer out with the truck but it was cemented in from all the mud so I had to beat this thing out with a small sledge hammer. It made a hell of a noise up the canyon so if anything was around it was going to know we were there. I have to add that it rained rather hard after we left the night before and all tracks had been destroyed to the point of not being able to photograph them.
It was 10-15 minutes after I got the hitch out we finished loading up. I was loading the last ice chest onto the trailer turned around to talk to my step dad who was talking to me and noticed some movement at my upper right, right at 35 yards away on the low ridgeline on the north side of camp. I turn my head a little more and sure enough I’m staring at a Sasquatch who is staring straight back at me. It was 8:30am against a cloudless piercing blue sky. It had to of wanted us to see it. It didn’t appear to be trying to hide.”
Chris gives a full description of the creature and its face. Above is a very brief outline of what happen, it is a great encounter and to hear it first hand from Chris is amazing.