A listener writes “Hello Wes, I just had an experience this weekend that has cemented the reality of bigfoot in my mind. I’m not sure if I want to be on the show, but I needed to tell my story to someone who wouldn’t think I am losing my mind. For a bit of background, I have been interested in the subject of sasquatch for about ten years after finding the Finding Bigfoot show.
Learning about bigfoot did two things for me. First, it changed my perspective of an incident I was a part of when I was a teenager. Second, it made me pay more attention to my surroundings when in the woods and the mountains. Because I was more aware of bigfoot, I’ve seen things and experienced things that could be caused by bigfoot.
But I am a scientist, so I have to rule out any other variable in the equation before I could conclusively say that sasquatch was involved. That said, I had some experiences that were very difficult to attribute to anything else. One occurred in Wyoming, three in Utah, and most recently, in Georgia.
But this weekend, I had an encounter that I can only attribute to at least two sasquatch.
I live in the metro Atlanta area, and I like to do bike packing. I load my camping gear on my bike and spend multiple days riding to several camp spots.
The Silver Comet trail is my favorite place to do overnight training rides. 44 miles along the trail is a small campground called Camp Comet that is reserved for bike packers. A few times every year, I do training rides of different distance to Camp Comet, stay over night, then ride back in the morning.
I’ve had some odd occurrences at this camp site in the past. The camp is situated in a piece of dense forest surrounded by farm land. It’s an island of trees that’s a couple hundred acres and also includes a small lake.
A couple years ago, I did a ride to Camp Comet in the late summer. When I arrived, I found that several homeless people were using the camp spots. IT had happened before, and it usually doesn’t bother me. Generally, they are friendly. But on that occasion, I gat a bad vibe from a couple of the guys there. I didn’t want to turn around and ride 44 miles back to my car through the night.
There’s a hill on the west side of the camp. I pushed my bike about a hundred yards to the top of the hill and found a spot where I could hang my hammock and have a little campfire. Nothing happened that night. In the morning, I rode back to my car. A couple months later, my teenage son did a ride to Camp Comet with me. We had the camp to ourselves at that time. We went looking for firewood up the hill and I asked my son if he wanted to see the spot that I camped at on the hill. When we reached the top of the hill, there were two dead tree trunks that were laid on the ground in an x shape right where I had my little campfire. Then a few yards away we saw another long tree trunk that was set into the crotches of two trees about twelve feet up. Another tree trunk was set perpendicular to the first one at nearly a 90 degree angle and it was connected to another young tree that had been bent over and woven into the horizontal trunk.
There are some other strange things that have occurred at the camp.
On Friday I did a ride to Camp Comet to try out some new camping equipment. When I got to the camp, there was a man set up about a h hundred yards back in the woods. Based on the state of his camp, it looked like he was homeless and using the campground. When I arrived, his very friendly dog came over to my campsite to say, “Hello”. He looked like a pit bull/boxer mix.
I got my camp set up and my little camp stove and skillet to cook my dinner. I was sitting in my little camp chair, reading a book as my dinner cooked in the skillet. I heard things falling through the tree leaves and hitting the ground near me. This is common- trees shed leaves, oaks and hickory trees are dropping their nuts. But I noticed that there were a lot of them hitting near me.
It was just getting dark enough that I turned my headlamp on to finish cooking my dinner. Then a rock landed right between my feet and bounced into my right ankle. I kind of half yelled, “Ouch!” because I was so surprised from the rock hitting me. The rock came from my 9 o’clock position, and when I shouted out, I heard a loud voice on the hill that sounded just like the “Samurai chatter”. It sounded like a handful of words and then there was a response from my 7 o’clock position. The voices were very loud and very clear.
Adrenaline shot through me like you can’t believe. I was so scared. I keep both bear spray and a handgun in my handlebar bag. I went to my bike and I put the gun in my right pants pocket and the bear spray into my left pocket. My hands were shaking so bad. I started packing my stuff because I just wanted to get out of there. But then I realized that there was nowhere I could go. If they wanted me, they could easily chase me down, even if I was on my bike.
I moved my chair to a broad tree. I sat with my back to the tree and facing the hill. After an hour of nothing else happening, I got into my tent. I decided that they had already announced themselves and if they wanted to harm me, they would have done it by then.
About fifteen minutes after I got into my tent, there was a loud ,”Whoop” call from on the hill. It was the high pitched whoop, not the lower pitched howl like the Ohio howl. But it was so loud, I felt it vibrate in my body. The guy in the other camp shouted, “What the beep was that?” and his dog went nuts. It was barking and growling and sounded pissed. After a few minutes the dog stopped barking.
I sat in my tent with my gun in my hand until I was too tired not to sleep.
As soon as it was light enough, I packed up all my gear and biked out of there. And I don’t plan on going to Camp Comet ever again.”