A northern New Jersey hunter & fisherman recalls his encounters with Sasquatch on and near his property. Very interesting details. Have you had an encounter? Feel free to contact me.
"I'm 53 years old and an avid hunter, trapper, and fisherman. When I was 12 we had a family visit to Muir Woods National Monument in California. I was obsessed with Steelhead. There was a stream full of them right next to the walking path. I left my family to get closer to the fish. I guess I was about 100 yards from my family when I rounded a bend in the stream. I climbed over a rock and at about 30 yards a 'guy' (Sasquatch) was squatted on the edge of the river. We locked eyes and it seemed like he was trying to kill me with a stare.
As he stood up I could not believe how fast he moved. His hair was dark brown and his face only had hair around the edges. He kept his eyes on me as he literally stepped across the creek. I saw grayish hair on his back and muscles like a bodybuilder. The creek was like 20 feet across and he cleared it one hop. I could not get out of there fast enough. No one believed my story, not my parents, my brother, or anyone for that matter.
Jump forward to the year 2000. I was married and living in northern New Jersey. I shot a huge buck one morning early and the arrow seemed a bit far back. I decided to give him some time. This was November and I was coaching football at the high school nearby. I went to the game with the intention of tracking the deer after the game.
We followed the blood trail about 150 yards to where the deer died. You know what the ground looks like when a full-kill deer expires. There was a 10-foot circle covered with blood and hair. The blood was like someone spilled a five-gallon pail, but no deer. The bears are huge here, but a bear would have chowed on that deer first then dragged it a distance and either hid it or left to come back. There were no drag marks, no blood trail, nothing. But my carbon arrow was broken into little four or five-inch pieces.
During turkey season the following year, I was hunting behind my house every morning. There's about a square mile of private land. I kept jumping what I thought was a bear on the edge of a swamp at the base of a steep bridge. It happened several times in the dark. The bear would move up about 50 yards. It was always at first light and I was hoping to hear the turkeys gobble on the roost.
One morning I was late getting out. So I was creeping slower than usual. An owl was hooting as I walked. When I got near the area where I was jumping the bear I steeped in owl feces. As I did I heard someone running toward the ridge. It was the 'thump, thump' of a two-legged being. Their feet hit the ground, not the leaf shuffling a bear makes on the run. Then I saw it! It neared the top of the ridge taking huge strides. As it topped the ridge all I could see was the same face staring at me from when I was 12. I knew what it was. I haven't slept right since!
At our camp, about 20 miles from my home, we had a deer taken from inside of a pickup truck with a cap on it. The tea handles of the cap were closed but not locked. Whatever took the deer put its hands on the top of the cap and left marks. Where the hair on its arms had disturbed the dust and the dirt. The guys I was hunting said a bear took it. How many bears can open the cap, walk away with the 100-pound doe, and leave no drag marks or evidence?
One Saturday after deer season ended I was driving at night at about 10 PM. I came across a six-inch tree across the road that was just wide enough for one truck. I had just been there a few hours before in the daylight. I got out to move but the tree had been twisted around five feet off the ground and bent over the road. As I looked at it I felt like I was being watched. I had that feeling of impending doom swept over me. They did not want me there. So I jumped in my truck and got the hell out of there.
I'm never going to stop what I love to do most, which is hunting and fishing. But it's not the same as it once was. You know you're not alone out there there. There's something about knowing that you're not the top dog in the woods. They walk around my house at night in the summer. When I'm out hunting they're here and no one wants to admit it. The BFRO idiots were more concerned with having me pay $400 to get in on their freaking 'expedition' than coming up to see the area where I live. As soon as I said they were human-like and not ape they dismissed me like I never existed." J
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