This is an incident where I didn’t actually see a Sasquatch, but experienced occurrences which I had come to know as being consistent with known Sasquatch behaviour.
I was walking on a nature trail through the woods behind the Uniacke Mansion Museum which went quite far back into the bush, probably over half a mile. I had my camera taking pictures of nature as I walked along the path, feeling pretty good, at one with nature while recording her beauty on camera. The trail was laid in a large loop leading quite deep into the woods before looping around and back toward the Uniacke House. I reached the furthest loop in the trail and was on the way back around the loop when I found a tall tree stump which I decided to stop and take pictures of because it seemed like an artsy subject. I lingered here for a while just shooting pictures and enjoying the surroundings.
Suddenly I heard what I could only describe as a violent swishing of small trees or tree branches back and forth – like SWISH-SWISH, SWISH-SWISH, SWISH-SWISH! Back and forth like only a pair of hands could grab branches and do this. It was loud enough to know that it was a large animal doing it. And, of course, it couldn’t have been a moose or even a bear, since bears can’t actually grasp anything, and it was followed by a very loud THUMP! like something stomping the ground with great force. A strong human could have been doing the tree swishing, but not the thump. The ground in the bush was soft and too difficult for anything but a large creature to make such an impact on the ground. It startled me when it happened the first time and I couldn’t figure out what it actually was or what was causing it. I peered into the trees trying to see where it was coming from and what was doing it. It seemed to be coming from about 50 or 60 feet in, but I could see nothing. The trees and bush were thick here and easily concealed whatever was causing the disturbance. After a couple of minutes it happened again – SWISH-SWISH, SWISH-SWISH, SWISH-SWISH! THUMP! And now, I’m thinking, ‘’This isn’t just the wind or any freak of nature occurrence! Something is definitely, deliberately doing it!’’ I started getting nervous at this point and beginning to suspect a Sasquatch. I peered even more sharply trying to find the source of the disturbance.
It occurred again, this time a little louder than the previous times. I decided it was time to vacate the area and broke into a fast trot out of there. I was trying to be careful because the path and the terrain was very uneven and difficult to run on. I kept moving, looking back a couple of times, though afraid to, and seeing nothing. I kept moving, noticing that I had covered quite a lot of ground, perhaps 400 to 500 yards. Translating it to 1200 to 1500 hundred feet made it clear I had covered quite a distance. Then, about 80 feet behind me I heard a very loud THUMP! like something very large jumped through the air and stomped its feet into the ground as it landed. Knowing the distance I had covered made it very obvious that, considering the distance I’d covered, this occurred RIGHT BEHIND ME! This detail made it also frighteningly obvious, THIS THING WAS AFTER ME!! I suddenly felt panic and broke into a run – as fast as I could go on the uneven ground, terrified and afraid to look back fearing seeing the creature and getting overwhelmed with fear.
I ran and ran. I listened for signs of pursuit, but heard nothing. I just kept running, for probably 10 minutes, thinking, ‘’How far is it to get back?!’’ I lost the path at one point and really went into a panic thinking the creature could catch me while trying to find my way! I looked frantically for the red triangles marking the path. I found the right way soon after and found after following the path a short distance, I was back at the mansion! I reasoned afterward that the creature knew how close I was, though I didn’t, and broke off pursuit. I never went back for a long time and when I did, I surely didn’t walk the whole trail!
Duke S
That was a good one!
June P
Nice!!!
Elaine R
This is getting pretty close to home for me. I live in The adjoining province of New Brunswick! Has anyone had any encounters in my province??
Aaron B
I grew up in Cumberland County, Nova Scotia and used to walk home in the pitch black darkness about 3km from my friends house, several times a week when I was a teen. I remember getting freaked out by noises I could hear coming from the woods along the road sometimes but never ran, just walked as fast as possible, hoping it was a deer or bunnies. Sometimes, I felt like things were walking along with me. I was shocked to see the video on Youtube of the Prince Edward Island bigfoot sighting. Makes me wonder now what was making the noises in the woods. After listening to Sasquatch Chronicles for a while, I believe these creatures are everywhere.
Jeff K
Similar behavior to my experience in August of ’86 or ’87 in the northern Bitterroot Mountains in Montana. A close friend and I were camping above Lost Lake in Mineral County, about 1/2 mile from the Idaho border in a spot that we visited every year during the mid-eighties, for about five days at a time. We each had a rig outfitted for camping, his a ’64 Ford Econoline and mine a ’68 Chevy Suburban three door. Nearest city is Missoula about 50 miles and a lot of mountains away so the only illumination was star light, and the one road is hard enough on vehicles that we rarely ever saw anyone else there. Our camp was within 50 feet of the road so no one could come or go without our knowing it and it is so quiet that you could hear a vehicle coming for at least a mile on the switchbacks.
One night was going to be a full moon, so I stayed up late to photograph it with my Canon 35 mm and 300 mm telephoto on a tripod. Moon rise wasn’t due until shortly after midnight and my friend retired to his van around 10:30. Our camp was on a saddle about 6,400 feet and about 400 feet above the lake, so even insect noise was pretty muted. The south edge of the camp was bordered by thick brush up to eight or nine feet tall and then pine forest which sloped gradually down for 50 or so yards, then dropped more rapidly. I was standing between our fire pit (the coals were covered with dirt for the night) and the tripod about ten feet away and about 20 feet from the south edge of the camp, just watching the stars and enjoying the evening.
With no warning, a section of the brush several feet wide began shaking violently from bottom to top, accompanied by loud grunting and stomping I could feel through the ground. I carried a Ruger Security-Six .357 with hot hand loads as well as a four D-cell MagLight in a belt holder, and both were in hand bearing on the center of the ruckus RAPIDLY! The display stopped after a few seconds, then repeated after a short pause, and I began to feel under gunned and opted to remedy that situation. Keeping light and revolver trained on the brush, I began carefully angling backwards towards my truck some 20 feet away, and midway there was treated to another outburst (my buddy was still sound asleep). When I got to the Suburban I opened the rear door (passenger side, it did not have a rear door on the driver side), set the MagLight on the floor and quickly grabbed my Mini-14, loaded with a 30 round magazine, from the built in cabinet. Holstering my revolver I cycled the rifle’s action chambering a round, and the distinctive sound instantly woke up my friend who also owns a Mini-14. He asked what was going on and I replied that we had a visitor, and as if on cue the whole racket launched again. I then stepped clear of the open door and sighted on the still shaking brush, partially back lighted by the MagLight laying on the floor of the truck shining outward. Everything quieted down suddenly and that was the end of the matter. I heard nothing come and nothing go, not a breath or a snapped twig, there was no odor though the air was still. My friend came out and covered me with his Ruger Redhawk .44 mag as I gathered my camera gear and closed up shop for the night, having decided there would be other full moons to photograph in the future.
At the time neither of us had any idea what it was and Bigfoot didn’t come up at all. I’d been interested in the subject as a teenager in the sixties but at the time we were both in our mid thirties and busy raising kids and earning a living. When “Finding Bigfoot” began airing my interest revived and, recalling the incident, I talked to a wildlife biologist at the Montana Dept. of Fish, Wildlife and Parks without mentioning my suspicions. She said that it was a common intimidation display for a bear, but I can’t envision a bear stomping while on its hind legs which it would had to have been to reach the top of the brush. Also seems strange that the action halted as soon as I shouldered the rifle; whatever it was may not have seen the revolver in the glare of the MagLight which I was holding in a cross wrist brace grip alongside it. There was no repeat performance that trip, or in several later trips to the same spot into the early nineties.