A western North Carolina man is camping in the Great Smoky Mountains near Lake Santeetlah. Later, he encounters a Bigfoot and makes an attempt to get away from it.
I received the following account:
"Hi, Lon. My experience was in western North Carolina in the Great Smoky Mountains, an area I know you're familiar with. I used to go into the National Park at least once a month during the summer. I found this very nice camp spot about three-quarters of a mile in. It was close to Lake Santeetlah, and Santeetlah Creek was a good place to catch trout.
I set up my camp and I made sure to hang my food up since there are black bears out there. I got everything all set up and then I grabbed my gear and I hit the creek. I got three nice-sized trout and headed back to camp. I figured I'd hang around in my chair, drink a few beers, and just chill out. It was still mid-afternoon. I hadn't seen a soul since I entered the park.
I get back to my camp and my food stash is all over the place. Just wrappers and trash lying all over the camp site but the cans are still there untouched. At first, I thought that something had managed to get up there and rip open the mesh bag, maybe a raccoon or something. But then I saw the rope I had tied. It was untied and the mesh bag wasn't ripped either. It made me scratch my head a bit but I kind of shrugged thinking it was a good thing that I had caught some fish.
Later that night I was sitting at my campfire feeling lazy after dinner when I heard this weird noise. It was a clacking sound, like two stones being hit together. At first, I thought it was a branch snapping. But no, it was definitely a rock-on-rock 'clack, clack, clack.' I'm a little weirded out at this point, but maybe a little more puzzled than anything. But then the sound moved to the other side of the woods. It was on my left now. Then a few minutes later it was on my right. The same thing, 'clack, clack, clack.' Then it was coming from behind me. Now, I'm really freaked!
I stood up and looked around. I was getting the heebie-jeebies. I just piled more wood on the fire to make it brighter and had another beer to settle my nerves. It stayed quiet for quite a while. I started dozing in my chair and I decided it was time to turn in. The fire had burned down pretty low so I didn't douse it with water. I just got into my tent.
After a while, I needed to relieve myself. It was almost dawn and there was a little light coming through the trees. I slipped on my boots, didn't tie them, and just walked maybe 10 feet into the woods when I saw something move. I just froze. There was something standing in the trees about 20 feet away and it stood upright like a person. But there's no way in hell it was a man. It was too big for one and it was furry, kind of like a gorilla with its back to me. I never really believed all those stories about a hairy man creature roaming the woods but here this beast is right in front of my eyes, exactly like I've always heard it described. I don't know what else it could have been except a Bigfoot.
I'm really scared while trying to be quiet. But it must have heard me breathing or something because all of a sudden it turned around and stared straight at me. Its face wasn't hairy at all. It looked like a man but more primitive, like a caveman. But its eyes are what really freaked me out. They were red like a demon's eyes. My heart was pounding! I tried to back up slowly. I backed up maybe three steps before the thing made any noise and then it growled really menacingly and I just lost it! I ran like hell!
I needed to get somewhere safe so I ran back down the trail in the direction of the truck. I had to stop behind a tree to catch my breath and check my shoes. That's when I listened. I didn't think it followed me. I didn't hear anything, but I didn't waste any time, running again and onto my truck.
I stayed in the truck with the doors locked but I didn't go to sleep. When morning came I felt safer and I hadn't seen anything further. I made the decision to go back to the campsite and collect all my gear. I was half afraid the tent would be shredded or something. But no, everything was just like I'd left it. I looked around for footprints thinking if I could find a print and take a photo I'd have proof. But I never found anything.
I'm not sure I'll be camping in that forest anytime soon." G
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