posted on Dec, 9 2009 @ 07:20 PM
I sent my story to BFRO (BigFoot Research Org.) a few weeks ago. I turns out that because I sent it right before the holidays, it is just now being
looked at by investigators. As there is no guarantee the story will ever be published on their site, and it's been almost a month since submitted,
I've decided to give all who are interested here the first look.
Please note that this took place in the same area as the most recent photos of Bigfoot, in NW Pennsylvania, McKean County. (not as some have said, Elk
It was those pictures that prompted me to write my report. Here it is:
My encounter happened at the end of summer in 1973, or 1974. It was late August/early September, as it was the time the blackberries were
I was 15 or 16 years old, and had a dirt bike that I rode on the many lease roads in the hills surrounding Bradford. The bike had an expansion
chamber, which is an extremely loud exhaust system. I generally rode it every day on the hill behind our house in Bradford, so I knew all the roads
and trails. We had also hiked this area extensively when my friends and I were kids, sometimes camping for the night. On one occasion when we were
about 9 or 10, we were chased home by a frightening screeching in the late morning from the top of this hill. (Just two of us) We didn’t know what
the noise was, only that we had to run from it. I only mention this as it was very close to the same area as where I had my encounter, and in my
mind, the same animal.
The day of the encounter, I had ridden up to the road at the ridgeline of the hill, and about a mile and a half towards the hospital area. I didn’t
turn that way and instead went straight, towards the pipeline, which is a cleared area that runs straight up and down the mountain. I stopped there
for a second, and turned back around about ¼ mile to a group of blackberry bushes. I shut off the bike and started picking the berries, until the
bees got to me, and I took my handful of berries and walked away.
I walked back to the pipeline, stopping right before the clearing, hoping to catch some sort of animal crossing the clearing. I had been a hunter
since I was very young, which is the custom in the area, and was very good at walking quietly in the woods. As I looked down the hill from the top of
the clearing, I could see what looked like a bear, digging into the log that had been placed across the pipeline to keep people from using the cleared
area as a road. I reasoned that he heard the noise of my bike going away, so he figured I was out of the area. The stink of the 2-cycle engine also
probably masked the smell of me, as well.
I was young enough to think I should get a closer look, so I got myself to a point about 50 yards away and uphill from the animal, and about 25 yards
from the ridgeline road. I stood there and ate the berries and watched what I thought was the butt of the bear visible above the log. Remember; the
log was about 50 yards down a steep hill, and the log was about 3 feet tall, and crossing the pipeline. The bear would have to be very large for me
to see as much as I did, which was a good foot or more above the log, and he was on the other side of it.
He seemed to be digging for bugs or something in the log. After a few minutes of me standing still watching him, he suddenly realized I was there.
He stopped, tried to remain still for a minute, and all the time I still thought I was watching a bear.
Then he stood up. This was no bear. It was the most surreal moment in my life, either then or now, and I’m 52 years old. He was tall, at least 7
feet, as his knees were just barely covered by the log. He had hair like that of a black bear’s fur that time of year, basically the same color and
length, which obscured a lot of the features of his face.