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When I had my first round of stuff happen in 2012, my new neighbor told me her story. She's one of those hard-core environmentalists who have on occasion handcuffed themselves to trees and blocked forest roads to stop logging. She said they were way out in the mountains, camped out, planning their activities. They had a basecamp, tents, tables etc. One night they packed stuff up for the coolers after dinner, but forgot to put them actually away. They felt like they were under constant observation, but attributed the feelings to nerves. That night something ate the food left in the Tupperware, but the lids were back on. Everyone swore it wasn't them the next day. Then they started finding prints. Eventually they began leaving treats for their Bigfoot visitors. Well, until they were all arrested and the camp demolished. When my truck broke down on Memorial Day, I forgot that I was still wearing my knife when the to truck showed up. I removed it and unloaded some gear from my truck. When the driver curiously asked what I was doing in the woods, I just flat out told him that I was bigfooting. His trainee gasped and started yelling at him to tell me his story. Turns out he had his own sighting nearby, same area that we were at. He was on a call to rescue someone, and pulled over to do something (can't remember, maybe to pee?) And when he got back into the rig, 50 feet ahead of him a 9-foot tall, totally ripped male bigfoot crossed the road, looked ight at him, and walked into the bush. The two truck driver said that the Bigfoot knew he was there, and deliberately did it, like it was a test of nerves. He said it was taller than his truck, he would have been eye to eye. You just never know who has had experiences!

About 1977, I was camping near a small lake in a deep mountain valley on the N side of the Fraser River with my 2 sons, who were 13 and 7 at the time. While the youngest boy and I were off-loading gear from the back of my '72 Suburban, the older boy, Steven, was goofing off, not helping. As I was about to call him over to give a hand, he started calling "Dad! Dad! look at this!". I ignored him the first couple of calls, then stepped around the truck the 3rd time he called. He was pointing up the clearcut hillside on the opposite side of the logging road from our campsite. Following his pointing finger, I saw a large patch of black just disappearing into the timberline at the top of the cutblock. I said, "Wow, you just saw a black bear, now come and help us". He insisted that it wasn't a bear that he saw, but a huge, hairy black figure walking on 2 legs. I pressed him pretty hard about the description, and he remained adamant that it walked like us, not like a circus bear on its hind legs. It was in that same valley, a year later, that I had my own sighting, about 10 km (6 mi) from that campsite. The following spring, I found a trackway, in the wet spring snow, on the same side of the valley, crossing a saddle over the mountain to the next valley eastward. This time, I contacted John Green, who lived about 30 km from there, and took him to the trackway the next day. That trackway find, and my telling of my son's sighting, are both in his database. My research partners, Magniaesir, Steenburg, Alohacop, and BigfootHunter, all have either firsthand encounters, or stories from family and friends, that brought them into this field, and brought us all together to continue to search for tangible proof of Sasquatch.

It’s easy to look at sighting reports and pick em apart. And things like audio files in which a pack of coyotes is being described as Bigfoot vocalizations. But do any of us have any close family and friends claiming to have seen a Bigfoot with conviction? Unlike some of you? I’m not a knower. But I would like to share a few stories with you. With the standard disclaimer that physical evidence is needed. My father had a cabin up by mount Index, one night while walking back to his cabin in the dark. Something large and grey crossed the road in front of him. Now he openly admits that he had been drinking..... but not that much. He said that it could have been a mountain goat. But he had never seen a mountain goat that low before and along the river. Dad was a prolific hunter in his younger days. Had a friend who sold me my engraving shop. She swore while coming back to Kettle Falls along the Kettle river by the boulder creek road she had a Bigfoot cross the hwy 395 right in front of her. Her husband is a good guy, but definitely gave her quite a bit of flak for sharing that story. But she has never backed down. She was adamant being a local it wasn’t a known animal. My packing partner who is also a member of the BCHA claims to have heard a frightening sound while riding his horse. He never saw what made it. I had some examples of the Sierra sounds and he picked out the sound byte that starts out as growls, snarls and gibberish and then breaks out into whistling as the closest to what he heard. He said that his horse was having none of it. And it freaked him out. He lives in Ferry county and has Bears and Cougars in his yard. No joke. One of our own BCwitness who I have met twice with in BC while doing some jet boat repairs up there had his own sighting. I respect him to the utmost as a woodsman and his prowess in the woods. And BC is BC.... it’s a massive province with most of the population living in one city.... the rest is mountains, trees and glaciers. I think BC is likely the best last place on Earth for the search. I have spent a lot of time in the Kootenay region as they call it, a lot of country up there. Like Alaska big....and as remote. Getting guns up there is problematic tho. Of course my own snow track story you guys have heard a million times. Do any of you have any stories to share of your own or others? Does having someone close to you a witness sway your own beliefs? Discuss!

Yes, absolutely. There was a small group of friends that met a couple times a year in various states for bigfoot-related campouts and occasionally went to conventions as well. I was able to break away to join them maybe once a year. The last time was Idaho (SWWASAS mentioned that) but I'm in touch with most of them still. I think that was 2015. Times change, life changes, people who once gathered instead scatter. MIB

I've had a big grizzly and a big wolf do that exact same thing to me on two different occasions. The wolf really disgusted me. I had been sitting for hours watching a moose gutpile hoping fir another bear to show up (I had already shot a big black bear off that pile). I heard the guys coming to get me in the riverboat, so I started packing my stuff, then stood up. That's when this big wolf stepped out of the tall grass looking at me less than 50' away. He was gorgeous. Then he stepped forward into the grass again and disappeared. He had been waiting for me to leave.

Absolutely. North Florida.

Norseman - Good topic! As you know, I'm a knower. One of the most challenging aspects of dealing with that has been my father's ridicule. For a long time, because of his threats of what he'd do to me, I never told my story a second time. It went .. badly. So, ironically, a few years ago I was visiting him. Some of his friends stopped by and the coffee, cigarettes, and yarns started. He told a story I'd never heard. His dad was one of the surveyors who surveyed the White Pass ski area. Dad, though under age, accompanied grandpa. He said they were heading towards work and he looked out the window through a gap in the trees into a snowy field and there was a big stump or rootwad which "looked exactly like bigfoot would have looked if it existed, which it doesn't." He concluded the story by saying that the "stump" wasn't there on the way back. "Huh". A second piece, ambiguous but intriguing to me, was my great grandfather. That'd be dad's mom's dad. He died when I was 13 or 14. He lived next to us, a few hundred yards up the hill, and I spent a lot of time with him. Grandpa was a very serious man and particularly touchy about his reputation. He'd pulled himself up by his bootstraps and made something of himself putting his siblings through college as well along the way. So why did he have 2 copies of George Haas' Bigfoot Bulletin on the porch essentially inviting people to ridicule him? I suspect he'd seen or experienced something that overrode his cautious protection of his reputation. MIB

Hi. I've become interested in the subject of Bigfoot over many years. Our recent attendance at the Pennsylvania Bigfoot Camping Adventure has encouraged us to do some of our own investigations. I am hoping to gain some knowledge and advice from the website and hopefully make some contacts in the Western Pennsylvania area. Thanks! Bocceguy

Not worth $50k IMO. You could buy a low mileage used full size and install the axles and suspension for a lot less.

After I had my 7/8/07 sighting nearby my mtn home, I learned a direct neighbor years earlier had something with red eyes staring in her living room windows, not hanging on any vegetation and no trees involved. My sighting involved green eyed bipeds. *12th anniversary of my sighting tomorrow*

Great thread. My daughter has found foot prints and heard interesting howls. She lives near the Patterson film site. . A former co-worker now deceased told me of his sighting in the forests of North Florida by a river. When I told him he was obviously mistaken . He got angry and red faced. Told me Buddy boy I know what I saw . Foot prints and the subject was about 50 feet from him and crossed the shallow portion of the river and went into the woods. This occurred in the 1960s. One other person told me of an encounter that his uncle had in the same area and the same time period. My grandmother was born in 1899 and told me that the creature was observed by her and her siblings on their dense wooded property when she was a child in the early 1900s.. Her older sister confirmed the story when I asked her separately.

I have a very good friend that believes once night while riding his bike home he had a BF pacing him just inside the tree line. He never had a clear view of it because it was dark but he swears it was in thick brush and woods and the faster he went it had not problem keeping up. He only saw a large shadow/outline of the thing for brief glimpses between the trees. After a while it just stopped. Another friend who has since passed away from cancer tell me stories of when he was working for a place, they would take smoke breaks out the back door. Off the back door just a ways was the beginning of a pretty large stretch of woods. He told me that for a few weeks he and other employees believed there were a few BF that were living in those woods. At night when they went out to smoke they would hear growls and sounds they did not recognize just inside the tree lines and on multiple occasions they would throw sticks and rocks out at the smokers. I believe he also said there were instances where they would shake trees and break branches. Unfortunately I am unable to question him any longer on the details. Where both of these two friends had their respective encounters is about 15 miles apart.

Remarkably, nobody in my family or friends where I grew up have had experiences. But, in what should be expected, my family (with the exception of my Dad, who grew up in the bayou) were all city folks from well south of good sasquatch habitat, and few were outdoors people. After living in southcentral Alaska for 45 years, I still have no friends with experiences, either, but now I think I'm north of prime sasquatch habitat. I did have an unusual discussion the other day while at fish camp. The beach was rather crowded with fishermen and families. People were doing whatever while waiting for a fishable tide. A pickup truck pulled up near my camp with a man driving and a woman passenger. They parked and were just watching the activities and looking out over the beach. I was walking by and said hi. We started talking about the fishing and whatever. We introduced ourselves. They were both Alaska Natives from Kenny Lake, but who now lived in the Kasilof area. The conversation included discussion about the village of Chitina, another popular salmon fishery area on the Copper River near Kenny Lake. Then, out of the blue, the woman asked me if I "believed in Bigfoot". That probably got a smile. They then tell me that they both saw one walking the river flats above the Chitina bridge over the Copper River. He went on about being a river float guiding operator on the Tonsina River for a number of years and how that river was rather spooky. I thought that was rather interesting, especially after the fascinating story another Kenny Lake resident wrote about on the Alaska Outdoor Forums several years ago and which I pasted here on the forum here: Apparently Kenny Lake (a very small village) is a bigfoot believing area..........

I can't believe you said that. You of all people. In the sense of the economic impact alone, do you think that the discovery and revelation that Sasquatch is an extant North American primate would be a big deal? In the sense of the economic impact alone therefore, do you think that the discovery and revelation that Sasquatch is an extant North American primate would be a National Security disaster because of the economic fallout of its existence becoming public? I certainly do. If that creature is real then it is known about, monitored, and any "news" coming in on the internet will be tagged and looked at. If not then security-wise the government would be in a very compromised situation where a trillion dollars in annual revenue would be at risk. The government is all about money and controlling it and a trillion bucks isn't exactly pocket change.