A story of Bigfoot. Jake gives us his first hand, eyewitness account of the time he saw a Bigfoot and how it followed him back to his camp in 1987. WARNING, some adult language used in this story – Sunshine
Bigfoot. Sasquatch. Call ‘em whatever you want. Regardless, you know what I’m talking about. It’s that big, hairy, brown creature that walks like a human being and is mostly reported to live in the forest of the Pacific Northwest, in the USA.
Lately, I feel like the idea of Bigfoot has become a joke to most people. But not for me. Even though it was over 20 years ago my Bigfoot encounter still remains the most fascinating thing to ever happen to me. Here’s what happened.
1987. Myself and four buddies went on a hunting trip outside of the hills of Woodland, Washington, on the way to Cougar, a small camping destination town in Southwest Washington. We drove about 20 miles down some forest service roads and setup base camp for what was supposed to be a long weekend of hunting deer. But before long we became the hunted.
It was peaceful as shit out there, I’m tellin’ ya. Awesome. I still remember it like it was yesterday and I haven’t been back since that trip. I used to love the forest, the fresh air, and the thrill of the hunt. Not anymore.
Late afternoon of our first day of hunting I came over a small ridge and saw some movement down the hill. Just some bushes rustling but of course I’m going to check it out. I took a few steps down the slope and began to get site of what was moving around in the bush. But before I got a clear look at it I could smell it. It was an over powering odor, like body odor and shit were mixed in a fumigating machine and sprayed my direction. My curiosity was peaked though and I pulled the collar of my shirt over my nose and continued to move toward the creature.
At the time Bigfoot hadn’t even crossed my mind. I thought I was just coming up on a deer or something at a weird angle that made it hard to make out. But this wasn’t no deer. I finally got close enough to make it out clearly and at the exact same time, stepped on a twig causing it to snap under my boot. The creature spun around and looked at me. I immediately thought it was a monkey. A LARGE monkey. Like an orangutan. Now I ain’t no monkey expert but that’s what immediately came to mind. I was staring at an escaped orangutan, hunched over eating some leaves off a branch. We locked eyes. My rifle was slung over my shoulder but I didn’t move. It was about 35 yards from me and the smell was nearly unbearable.
We looked at each other like that for about 20 seconds and then it grunted once, almost like it was scoffing at me and then stood up and ran outta there on two legs. This thing had to have been at least eight feet tall. It only had to take a few strides before it was behind some bushes and out of site. I was shocked! I had just seen a Bigfoot! I high tailed it out of there.
When I got back to camp and told my buddies what I had seen they didn’t buy it for one second. It didn’t take long for them to laugh at me and tell me what a moron I was. I shut up about it right quick. Then night fell…
I had driven a ford Bronco SUV out and decided it would be a good idea to sleep in it for the night. Of course all my buddies decided to tease me about that too, callin’ me “chicken shit”.
Well, after a few beers we all went to sleep. Everyone else was sleepin’ in their tents and I slept in the back of the Bronco. About one in the morning the dog started barking like crazy. He was focused on something in the woods and wouldn’t quit no matter how much the guys yelled at him. I stayed quiet in the back of the Bronco.
Eventually, Tim, one of my buddies, got so mad he got out of the tent and let the dog off his leash. The dog tore off into the woods like he was fast on a rabbit. By this time the guys were out of their tents, waiting to see what would happen. Then they heard the dog screech and yelp. Whatever he had caught up with didn’t much like him. We could hear the dog yelping but the yelping was getting further and further away, like something had grabbed a hold of it and was running away from camp. About 5 seconds of this and the guys all had boots on, guns in hand and took off into the forest to find the dog… or what was left of it.
I laid in the back of the Bronco, listening, waiting. After what I had seen earlier that day there was no way I was running out in the forest at night. Then I heard some footsteps. There was someone, something, walking around the camp. I stayed quiet.
It wasn’t long before a figure walked past the Bronco. It was so tall I could only see it from the chest down. And I was in a lifted four-wheel drive Bronco! This thing was huge. It was dark so I couldn’t see much of it but it was obviously covered with hair. I was convinced, it was a Bigfoot and it was looking for something. I laid still. After a moment the Bronco started rocking back and forth, the creature was pushing on it. And then suddenly it stopped. I heard a few powerful footsteps as the Bigfoot walked off into the woods.
After about ten minutes my buddies returned with the dog, scared but no worse for the wear. They were all spooked though, said they saw three figures in the woods moving quickly up a hill. They weren’t ready to admit they saw Bigfoot but they no longer made fun of my story.
The next morning we packed up and got ready to leave. No one wanted to stick around much longer. But just as we were leaving Tim noticed something on my Bronco. It was a handprint in the mud near the wheel well. It looked like a human hand only it had to have been 4 times the size of mine. At least double the size of the largest basketball player’s hand.
I believe in Bigfoot and he ain’t no joke to me. - Jake Donner. Salem, Oregon