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!