I not too long ago got here throughout the next account:
I’ve solely shared this expertise with just a few individuals within the years because it occurred.
It was the primary Tuesday of the Pennsylvania deer (rifle) season. December third 2013. I’ve at all times been an avid hunter and I might get up very early within the morning to get into the woods earlier than daylight. I might be within the woods at four:30 within the morning. Having to hunt on State Recreation Lands, meant beating different individuals into the woods to get a good spot. After I received to the parking space round four:15am, nobody else was there. So I walked into the woods, not utilizing a flashlight, solely strolling by moonlight. I walked by way of a area into the tree line and began on the trail to my spot.
I got here to the intersection within the path, a technique went left and down the mountain, different approach went proper. I went proper, as a result of my spot was on the opposite facet. Roughly 50 yards after making the correct hand flip, I smelled what I may solely describe as sizzling rubbish. It hit me within the face. Like I imply sizzling dumpster juice in the midst of August. So I finished useless, turned on my flashlight anticipating to see piles of rubbish. Nothing. No rubbish, nothing useless. Simply sizzling rubbish scent. Take into account that is in December, it is chilly out. Excessive 20s to low 30s. So even when there was rubbish, it should not scent that dangerous.
So I kinda thought nothing of it. I adopted the trail to my spot, which was down over the ridge from the rubbish scent. Roughly perhaps 40 ft down, that leads right into a grass area the place I might sit. I arrange my seat, get settled in for about 2 minutes. That is when the rocks began coming down the ridge.
First rock, startled me, inflicting me to activate my gentle once more, scanning the sphere hoping to see eye reflection of a deer however nothing was there. I sat again down. One other rock comes down the ridge. This time I get up exit into the grass area with flashlight and the pistol (my rifle was a 444. Marlin) that I carry whereas searching. Scanned once more, nothing, purposely waited within the area for about 5 minutes.
Now I am getting indignant, assuming one other hunter is messing with me as a result of I am in “their” spot. I sit down once more. The third rock, sounding bigger than the others, comes tumbling down the ridge. I do not rise up this time. Not 2 minutes after that, one other rock, not tumbled however sounded as if it was thrown off the ridge and landed within the area. Now f**ok it, I am pissed. I gathered up my gear, and began again up the path to the ridge. I get on prime of the ridge, scanning with my gentle the entire time, nothing, no eyes, no different hunter.
I get to the spot the place I smelled the new rubbish. Nothing. The scent is gone. Lastly it clicked in my head. It might not have even been one other individual. Probably one thing else. I’ve heard different tales of individuals’s Bigfoot experiences, numerous which comment about how dangerous they scent. I all however ran out of the woods. And to prime all of it off, no different autos had been within the parking space once I received out of the woods.
This happened in Pennsylvania State Recreation Lands 229, exterior of Tremont in Schuylkill County. I later come to search out out that a coworker of mine, had really seen a bipedal cross in entrance of his automobile inside 2 miles of location of my expertise.
So perhaps they’re actual. I do not know. However I positively had an expertise that I will not overlook. SW
NOTE: the situation was posted as 40°24’12″N, 76°10’26″E. Right here is the Fb web page for PA. State Recreation Land 229. Lon