A British Columbia teen is camping alone, as he would regularly do. On the second night, while in his sleeping bag, he had an encounter with a large biped that communicated with him.
“I grew up on an acreage in a rough bush area in northern British Columbia. We worked really hard and were often in close proximity to all kinds of wildlife. I got my first rifle when I was 9 years old and hunted from that point on until recently. This happened to me 50 years ago when I was 14.
I was in the habit of jumping on my motorbike riding 20 miles further back from the head of the road where we lived into the bush on old logging roads and then hiking 45 minutes through dense bush to my favorite fishing spot, Brewster Lake. I would like to go alone with just my dog. He always knew where I was going and would trot his way out by himself usually showing up about 30 minutes after I got there. We would usually spend 2 or 3 days there when we went. I didn't pack a lot of gear; my .22, hunting knife, sleeping bag, matches, fishing gear, frying pan and sometimes I would even remember to bring the salt and pepper since I never ever brought food in with me. Either I'd head back home and I couldn't stomach any more fish or if it was too wet, as I also never had a tent. I just slept under the stars of my sleeping bag.
I had never even heard of Bigfoot. On this particular trip, it was in late August 1973, as mentioned, I didn't have a tent. Just my dog and I. During my second night sleeping out under the stars, at around 2:00 to 3:00 AM, I woke to the sound of something very large moving through the woods on two legs about 25 or 30 feet off to my right on the edge of the brush. I couldn't see anything because my fire was long out and it was overcast. I glanced around to see where my dog was. He was usually nearby me but was nowhere to be seen. My .22 was just off to my left and I had my hunting knife beside me inside the sleeping bag. I didn't think the .22 was going to be much help in the event of a big animal attack anyhow, so I left it where it was and slipped my knife out of its sheath inside my sleeping bag.
I thought it must be a bear because what else could it be? I lay still hoping that whatever it was would leave me alone and move on but that wasn't in the cards. I was camping on a small rocky point between the ledge of the brush and the lake. It's about 30 feet wide. I was about in the middle between the lake edge and the bush. My feet were pointed mostly toward the lake at an angle with my head facing mostly toward the woods. I heard this thing moving around to the back of me. It came out of the brush and slowly moved up directly behind my head. As this was happening, I was preparing for the fight I thought was surely coming. So in my sleeping bag, I slowly shrugged my shoulders up as close to my ears as possible and moved my left hand and arm up over my throat to protect my neck. My right hand was on my chest with my knife tightly gripped and ready to go if something was going to eat me for lunch. It might be a cheap lunch but I was going to make sure it wasn't going to be a free lunch.
I was sleeping with my head mostly covered by the top of my sleeping bag with just my eyes, nose, and mouth exposed to the night because of all the mosquitoes. Even though I was on mostly rock, I could feel the footsteps. I've never heard anything breathe so loudly. If you breathed in and out as long and hard as you could in an exaggerated way, it still wouldn't even come close. I swear I could feel the breath. I tell you, I was fully expecting I was going to get my face chomped. I remember thinking to myself, what the hell kind of bear is this?
It stopped about three feet behind my head and that's when the smell hit me. I mean it was bad. I can't even describe it and in spite of my best intentions to be quiet, lay still, and hope it didn't mess with me, I couldn't help gagging and coughing. Now this part is very hard to explain and I don't give a crap if people believe me or not but at that point, I clearly heard a calm voice in my head telling me that I had nothing to worry about. I was perfectly safe and nothing was going to hurt me. I should relax and go back to sleep and right then I was overcome with a sense of calm and feeling extremely tired. I remember thinking to myself, what the hell, how can I go to sleep at a time like this?
My visitor turned and started walking away from me and I fell right to sleep before it was even gone. I don't remember it leaving. I slept well and woke up at first light about 6:00 AM to a cow moose up to its mid-belly in the water feeding on the lake bottom, not 25 feet from where I was laying. And my dog was back beside me. This messed with my head for a long time because it was not at all like a bear. It was definitely walking on two legs and the odor was unlike anything I've ever smelled. I couldn't make sense of it.
I never talked to anyone about this until years later when I told my grown sons. I don't know that they believed me and I can't say I blame them but at least they had the good sense to keep that to themselves. I'm from the era when if someone said they didn't believe you, that's the same as them calling you a liar and those are fighting with words. In spite of that, the experience never deterred me in the least from going back out and camping alone in the same area."
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Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CznQbJR2cok
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