A logger and his best friend are working in the Chehalis, BC area. They both felt that they were being watched. This place was known as 'Sasquatch Mountain' by the local indigenous people.
"This happened in the late 1970s. My dad and his best friend John were in Forestry and working on a team of four on a cut north of Chehalis, British Columbia. The first night in camp they had heard rustling and branches breaking along the darkened perimeter. Thinking nothing of it they went to bed and woke early next morning to find their food supplies had been ransacked at night. They cleaned up and then went about their day following the trees on the slope and using the winch to pull them up.
My dad and John, who was an indigenous man, commented to each other about the feeling like they were being watched. John was a cautious man and believed the stories of the Sasquatch and was worried they were disturbing their sacred land on what he called 'Sasquatch Mountain.' That night around the fire they still felt the eerie feeling. John was becoming more and more nervous. Trying to shake it off they went to bed and again awoke to their supplies ransacked and the chains on their saws pulled off thinking it was environmentalists who had been in the area spiking trees. They shook it off, fixed the saws, and carried on late in the afternoon.
The boss came to camp and told the foreman that it was time to pack up. They had been ordered to leave which was odd as they were scheduled to fall there for a week. My dad and John were responsible for bringing the DC5 Cat down the mountain to the trailer as there was nowhere for them to turn the truck and trailer around. It was parked at the bottom of the logging road.
Night was starting to fall and after cleaning up camp John drove the DC5 down the road. My dad sat on the toolbox on the right side. The other two loggers had left with the boss. The unnerving feeling of being watched struck them both again. It was dusk and hard to see up into the tree line along the side of the road but my dad was sure he saw a set of eyes and a shadowy human-like outline. He aimed his flashlight up in the treeline and the light caught the reflection of a pair of eyes and then another. John was driving the Cat as fast as they would go which wasn't fast at all. As they continued there was a loud painful guttural yowl that echoed through the mountains. A hail of rocks and boulders of all sizes started raining down on them, some that would be too big for a human to lift. The larger rocks pummeled the DC5 roof and engine. Some smaller ones hit my dad in the leg and the back of the arm. He tried to shine the light into the trees and saw five sets of eyes reflect back. I can only imagine the sheer terror both men felt trying to get to the bottom of the mountain.
They eventually got to the main road and loaded the DC5 onto the trailer. They jumped in the truck without tying the Cat down and drove down the highway to a gas station where John pulled in. John was silent while he helped my dad put the chains on the Cat to tie it down to the trailer.
My brothers and I were playing a game of dusk hide-and-seek when my dad got home. He and John got out of the truck and we all went inside. I always thought John was a brave warrior yet that night he had been brought to tears of terror. He sat in the living room chair, beer in hand, and repeated with a whisper, 'I knew it was a bad idea to go up there.' Tears streamed down his face. My dad had welts on his leg, back, and arms from taking the brunt of many of the rocks that had been thrown. My grandmother helped with my dad's wounds as he told us what happened. John was pale and eventually sat almost catatonic clutching the beer but not drinking it.
The next morning we all went outside to look at the DC5. The roof had been pushed in on the front right corner. There were clear dents on the engine casing and on the wire windows of the cab. This had been a relatively new machine and it looked trashed on one side.
John quit working in Forestry and moved his family up the canyon. He was never the same after that. Dad continued for another season before getting injured and quitting, but he never took jobs up 'Sasquatch Mountain' ever again."
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