A former U.S. Marine, who lives in Allegheny County, Pennsylvania, relates his experiences, and other accounts that he was told, about the Bigfoot activity in the region.
"I grew up in and currently live in Allegheny County in Western Pennsylvania I served in the military as a United States Marine. I'm a local business owner with a martial arts studio where I instruct in self-defense.
When I got out of the Marines I promised myself that I'd get a bunch of dirt and cut a bunch of grass somewhere in the woods. So that's what I did. 10 acres of my own adjacent to the river backed by about 500 acres of woods, farms, and forest. We had a house fire a couple years back and wound up buying a house in a small town closest to the property so that I to get to work on rebuilding the big house.
When I was starting to rebuild I was also moving my martial arts studio to a new location. We wind up finding an old Catholic Church that worked out perfectly for us. So I put the brakes on the house for 6 months and got to rebuilding the church. We have the top floor and share the building with a hunting and firearm store. Here's where the story comes in.
The owner is a genuinely good dude. As a matter of fact, I pretty much buy all my firearms from him. He's in his early 60s and has been in the woods hunting and trapping for over 50 years. He tells a pretty good hunting story too. He has no problem talking to me about pretty much anything. But I was a little surprised when he one day started to tell me a story from the previous weekend's beaver trapping.
He was in his usual spot doing his usual thing. He had taken a friend with him. They separated on the trail and went into the eetland areas. They're probably no more than a quarter mile away from one another at any given time. He decided to check a trap in the creek because he thought he saw a beaver chew off in the water. It was there that he said things got really weird.
While bent over checking the chew and the trap he said he heard a large racket from behind him, then a giant splash about five feet from his position. When he turned around he saw nothing except the water rippling around what he said was a boulder about the size of a healthy watermelon. He then said he heard a noise he had never heard before in all of his hunting career. I'm assuming he got screamed at and it scared him. Needless to say, he took off running in the other direction to find his buddy. Little did he know his buddy was coming to find him and as they caught up his buddy said, "Man, did you hear that screaming?" To which he said, "Of course I did! The damn thing threw a boulder at me!"
He said he and his friend went back to the trapping locations the next day. On the way there his friend politely pointed out all of the tree breaks and structures explaining to him what each meant. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that, but when they returned to the side of the boulder throw he took at the surroundings. He said that there was no way anyone could have thrown that boulder. It had to be 70 to 90 lbs and when he inspected it further it had moss growing on its upside down in the creek. There are no hillsides for it to have fallen from and he was utterly confused.
After he finished up with a little more of the story I told him he needed to take me to this location. He agreed to do so.
The ridgline at my house is lovingly referred to as 'backstrap alley' by local hunters. All of a sudden the actual critters started disappearing. We had a mating pair of foxes that decided to make a run for it. I thought it was the coyotes moving in which it might have been but they didn't stay long either. The white tail deer did stick around but here in Western PA, there are millions. They travel in herds. We'd also get the house slapping about three times a week in the middle of the night, loud enough to wake my wife and me and our dogs. I don't remember which excuse I gave myself for that particular oddity. I was wide awake and there was a window right there with no curtains. It's pitch black out there so I knew it was watching me and blasted the wall right above my head behind me.
One night while having drinks with my wife and older brother on the patio we started to hear strange noises coming out of the hillside tree line above my wife's vegetable garden. I jokingly said it was Bigfoot. Then my brother picked up a big rock and threw it in the woods. That was probably a mistake as a moment later a 40-foot tree branch fell out in our direction crushing my wife's vegetable garden and nearly taking out my brother and me. I would say the noises could have been attributed to the alcohol but I'm pretty sure it had nothing to do with the tree. You can call that dumb luck or coincidence but I'm not a real firm believer."
Transcribed Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlAWm6yDYrk
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