Could you send me a link to your article when it publishes?, I would be keenly interested in reading it.
I have kinda followed the bigfoot thing for most of my life, but have only heard of the yowie in the last few.
When encountered in a more remote locations and on their own terms rock throwing, stick banging and limb breaking are common behaviors for
In many native american traditions bigfoot has a name that means demon or cannibal.
He's called the "hairy man" in the local tribes language.
Native american pictographs of bigfoot
These are only a few miles from here.
I had my first bf experience when I was 12, in oregon.
An uncle had bought property near the little deschuttes river(? spelling)
I spent most of my 2 weeks there roaming the forest alone hunting and fishing. I had grown up outdoors so I wasnt scared to be out by myself, but when
ever I was by the river i felt as though someone was watching me. On occasion I would hear something large moving through the brush and thought that
it was deer or elk, even though I never saw any.
At times I would hear thing as though they were falling to the ground, I chalked it up to squirrels dropping pine cones.
Then one night after all us kids had gone to bed in the big kids tent, when we heard the most frightening howl from the forest. It went on for about
a minute. It woke up the adults in the trailer and they came out to see what it was.
it still sends chills down my spine to this day, at the time my uncle, who was a very skilled outdoorsman, assured us it was just a screech owl.
I bought it hook line and sinker and didnt give it anymore thought, although it scared a couple of the other kids so bad they made their parents
Until 30 some years later when I happend across a recording of a supposed bigfoot call, and it was very similar too what I heard.
And at times while camping with the family in the local central cal mtns, I would find tufts of reddish hair caught it the brush, my dad would tell
me it was cattle or dear, but know as an adult dear or cattle dont have hair like that.
And there were times when you could hear a large animal moving around the camp at night.
Could be bears, but no food was ever gotten into even though it was left out on the table all day long.
mountain lions could be, and likely but sometimes you could hear it thrashing through the woods.
And on other occasions it was like someone was throwing rocks at me, but since I was the only person for miles, it figured it was squirrels again.
The same uncle that had the property in oregon knew a family that had homesteaded here in the mountains in the 1880's. In fact we camped at a site
just a short walk from their original log cabin.
Any way some of the local lore found its way into my childhood, including the cautionary tale that I should be back in camp before dark so the "cant
remember indian name" wouldnt get me.
this is in fact a local native american tale about the hairy man.
Recently in the same area while a buddy and I were riding the motos, we saw a set a barefoot prints CROSSING the trail.
They werent overly big but very out of place where we found them as they werent going down the trail but across it.
Another time near lake tahoe, again while in the middle of nowhere cutting x-country I found a scat(stool pile) on a rock.
Im pretty familiar with the scat of all most all of the local large animals, but this wasnt any of them.
It honestly looked like a human pile, but filled with berries and leafy matter.
As I look back on it I should have taken a sample.
Ive got one other experience;
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