Sasquatch In Camp

This was before I heard of Bigfoot/Sasquatch.

*One year while camping, I kept hearing howls, but not of wolves, way in the woods behind me.

Then it sounded like something big was walking through the woods towards my tent.

There was a lot of snaps from twigs being stepped on and it was Autumn, so the leaves were crackling too.

Then small rocks were thrown in my camp. I was holding my breath and froze. Then all was quiet.

The moon was full and bright.

I peeked out of the tent and did see the rocks around the tent. But nothing was moving and the wild night noises were dead quiet.

I eased out as quiet as I could and sneaked around to the back of my tent. I saw only shadows of the trees and shrubs.

I stood there behind the tent and felt the hairs on the back of my neck stick out and felt something or someone was watching me.

Then the breeze blew in my face and I could smell a strong dirty scent. Not like a skunk but like a dirty, sweaty human but something more.

Suddenly I heard a grunt. A deep gluteral grunt.

There about 5 feet in front of me was a man-like creature with hair almost all over him and he was about 8 foot tall. Very muscular.

It wasn’t a gorilla, nor a bear. It had no hair on his face. Sort of reminded me of a caveman.

I stood there with my jaw dropped and just froze.

He and I was staring at each other.

Then he turned and walked back in the woods.

I waited until I heard the night creatures making their noises and dropped to my knees.

What was that creature? Why didn’t he kill me?

I never could find out what it was.

Now that I know what I saw from educating myself, I now know he was a Sasquatch. Or Bigfoot.

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