Tonight I will be speaking to Jack. Jack is military veteran and will be sharing an experience he had when he was talking with a Taliban leader about seeing these creatures in Afghanistan.
I will also be speaking to George who is also a military veteran. George writes “In 1978, I was in the USAF stationed at March AFB, in Riverside, California. I was raised in the West side of San Antonio, Texas. I was in the Military Police, Security Police while in the AF. I was very close to Yosemite and Sequoia National Parks and I would go to one or the other every chance I got.
Although I invited people to go with me camping and hiking, no one would take my invite, so I was always by myself in those areas. My first encounter was when I went hiking from the back of Yosemite creek at Tioga Pass. I parked my truck beside the road and set out with only my backpack, sleeping bag, and some rope for repelling. I did not have a tent, The first night I ate and once it got dark I crawled into my mummy bag and before I fell asleep I heard something big approaching me. I covered my face and head with the mummy bag and waited for the action to come. Then I felt what I thought was the back of a hand pushing me in my bag. I remember about five pushes. I did not move or respond in any way. I made no sound. I did not feel any nails or claws on the bag. It felt like the backhand of a person pushing up on the bag. Whatever it was left without a sound.
After waiting a safe few minutes to ensure that it had left, I uncovered myself and looked around with my flashlight but saw nothing. My bag was not torn and I had some food in the backpack which was beside me. It did not try to get into my backpack, so a bear is an unlikely suspect. In the morning I continued pressing on to Yosemite falls. I walked down the falls and arrived when it was dark and raining. I decided to try my luck in getting a hitchhike back to my truck, and I was successful. As we approached where I thought I had parked my truck, my second encounter happened. I signaled the driver and he dropped me off. I started down the road where I thought my truck was, and I got the fright of my life. At this point in my life I was not familiar with bear, cougar, predator sounds. I heard the most guttural sound ever. I was unarmed, total darkness, and no flashlight. I ran in the direction I was going and finally saw my truck. I threw all my stuff in the cab and started it and took off. My truck was a new Chevy Luv, and I always warmed up the engine to properly circulate the engine oil. It was a point of proud ownership to keep my truck in good condition. Understand that I did not see what made the sounds, but I believe a bear would have physically attached me.
Thinking back I never though of bigfoot, but it scared the hell out of me. The third encounter I did see the complete face and body. This one happened in Sequoia National Park. After a full day of hiking, I was headed back to base, but I knew that I was so tired that I would not make it. So I parked on the side of the road and slept in the bed of the truck. I had the same Chevy Luv with a camper shell. I do not remember what time it was but I was awoken by something moving my entire truck side to side, more like shaking it. At that time I was loaded to bear, my 30.06, and a 44mag. handgun. When I opened my eyes after being shaken awake, I saw a huge creature through the back window. The truck was close to 6ft. tall by 4ft or so wide .I could see the creature at just under his chest area. At first I saw the creature’s body swaying side to side and then realized it was shaking the truck side to side. I kicked the back window and it stopped shaking the truck and almost immediately bend down to look inside the truck. I saw the face. This creature had a flat face with a huge flat nose. It was huge. I did not feel that I was in danger. It stood up and walked across the road. I would estimate that it was at least 8 ft. tall, This creature was not human like. At the time I did not tell anyone. I know what I saw, and I will never forget it. I have had no further sighting or suspicions about them being around me even though I lived in Alaska for one year and Montana. Now I live in Colorado.”