An Ohio man is night fishing with his friend. After the friend walked back to the car to warm up, the witness heard heavy bipedal steps coming toward his direction. He knew that it was Bigfoot.
"This happened to me while on a night fishing trip with a friend in Ohio in 2016. We had a place to park and hiked in 3/4 of a mile, maybe a little further. We found a decent spot and had a small clearing. We weren't out in the middle of nowhere. However, this was not a place where you would expect to run into anyone. As a matter of fact, the spot looked as if it hadn't been used for a good long while, surrounded by tall trees, very tall grass, and some muddy swamp-like areas that were absolutely covered in tracks. I sat and tried to identify as many as I could. I've always had a fascination with tracking. I think I know why and I'll mention it at the end.
I cannot believe how many tracks I found as if this area still belonged to nature. Deer, raccoon, coyote, turtle, and several different bird tracks. There were no human tracks and nothing out of the ordinary. It was a beautiful little fishing spot, with no noise pollution, and no sounds of human life. It was perfect.
We set up camp after I scoped out the area. As it began to get dark a slight fog rolled in and we put our jackets on, started a fire, and got our lines in the water. It was a very dark night, not much moonlight. But we had our fire and our headlamps for sight.
At around 1 o'clock in the morning, my friend was cold and wanted to get warm in the car. I was not agreeable to this as I've been taught from a young age and with many years of experience in the outdoors this was not the ideal time to separate from each other. I reluctantly agreed and we hiked back to the car. Now, had he been there for what happened next I might not have had to keep this to myself for all these years. I continued fishing and was having a decent night. It was a catch-and-release trip and I had already landed a few nice-sized channel catfish and a turtle.
I was sitting in my chair and started thinking, 'I wonder how long he's going to be in the car?' I really didn't want to be out there by myself in the middle of the night in such an isolated area. Keep in mind, the only noises were insects, frogs, and turtles, and I spotted the eye shine of a raccoon in the trees directly across the river from where I sat. It was a peaceful night until this happened.
I didn't smell anything and my hair didn't stand on end. However, I could feel it. The ground shaking that is, with every bipedal step this thing took shook the ground beneath me. I cannot describe the sound of these footsteps. Each step shook the ground around me for a split second. 'Earthquake' crossed my mind but it was just a fleeting thought, you know, when your brain tries to immediately make sense of something you can't explain. I had no idea how far off this thing was when it started, but I quickly realized it was running at me. I tried to regain my composure and remember hearing the last few steps. Boom, boom, boom, boom, and it was standing just out of the firelight right behind me in that very tall grass. Then it went quiet all around me. Silence, as if every living thing in that area knew to be quiet when it came to seeing what I was doing. As if a room full of rowdy kids were just startled by the sight of their father. I remained quiet as well. I didn't dare shine a light in this direction.
I'm convinced it was coming to investigate why I was there. I continued to fish as if nothing was wrong even though I was scared, which is not a feeling I get very often when in the wilderness. I have a substantial amount of experience in the wilderness. I don't know which way it went but I knew it had left when the crickets started back up. It left without making a sound. It was as if it wanted me to know it was there but not where it went. If it had decided it didn't like the cut of my jib I wouldn't be typing this to you now. Thank goodness it wasn't in the mood to rip me apart. I know it had to weigh every bit of 800 lbs. plus.
When I was sure it was gone I drew my sidearm as if that would stop this giant and walked swiftly to the car to get my friend to come and help me carry our equipment out. I was done fishing. He was asleep with the heater and the radio cranked way up. I'm almost positive if he had not had the radio on it would have woken him. I can't say what direction it came from exactly but I think it may have either followed him or went to the car and checked him out first.
He asked why I had my gun out and where was the equipment. I didn't say a word, I just told him I needed help to get it. We left shortly thereafter and I didn't say much to anyone for the next couple of days. I know they (Bigfoot) exist. I always have. I didn't see it, as I didn't need to. I could have easily shined a light in this direction and laid eyes on it. I have no desire as there are many different beliefs surrounding these creatures and simply laying eyes on one can be considered a sign of very bad luck. I can't remember where exactly I heard that but I'm sure it came from the stories my great-grandfathers used to tell me. On my mother's side, her father was a full-blood Cherokee and on my father's side, my great-grandfather was a Blackfoot. I believe this is where my fascination with tracking comes from. They are long passed. I believe the stories they told were firsthand accounts and not fabricated in the slightest. Those of us who know would give anything to that kind of knowledge."
Transcribed Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_H7jmflBhg
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