BIGFOOT ENCOUNTER IN QUEBEC CANADA | MAN RUNS INTO AN AGRESSIVE SASQUATCH WHILE FISHING AT A LAKE!

<v Speaker 1>Hey everyone, and welcome back to Sasquatch Theory. I want
<v Speaker 1>to say thank you to my subscribers and for the
<v Speaker 1>many viewers who have had many positive things to say
<v Speaker 1>in the comments section. This next story was sent in
<v Speaker 1>to me by a gentleman from Quebec, Canada. He did
<v Speaker 1>a really good job at writing the story and explaining
<v Speaker 1>things in detail. I want to say right now thank
<v Speaker 1>you for sending me your story and encounters. We have
<v Speaker 1>become good friends since Mike contacted me, and we both
<v Speaker 1>have an appreciation for wildlife and nature. We ask each
<v Speaker 1>other constantly about the deer and fish species we have
<v Speaker 1>in our areas. Our curiosity brings many questions to the
<v Speaker 1>table as we both wonder what it would be like
<v Speaker 1>to live in each other's areas. Mike's story is very
<v Speaker 1>well detailed and he knows what he saw. It was
<v Speaker 1>a very frightening encounter and I am glad you made
<v Speaker 1>it out of the woods that day. It's been forty
<v Speaker 1>years since his sighting. His encounter ruined the outdoors for Mike,
<v Speaker 1>and the forest was never the same since Mike now
<v Speaker 1>struggles with a life threatening illness and does not expect
<v Speaker 1>to be around for much longer. He contacted me to
<v Speaker 1>tell a story. I hope you get to see this
<v Speaker 1>in time, and I hope I did a good job.
<v Speaker 1>Thank you very much for being interested in reading about
<v Speaker 1>my bigfoot encounter. Use my name if you want. I'm
<v Speaker 1>a little nervous that someone I know will hear it,
<v Speaker 1>but I say, oh, well, screw it. I'm not getting
<v Speaker 1>any younger and I have a terminal illness that can
<v Speaker 1>take me at any time, So I figure, why not.
<v Speaker 1>What have I got to lose? There are so many
<v Speaker 1>people coming forward with their own experiences, so I figured
<v Speaker 1>why not share mine. This happened to me in May
<v Speaker 1>nineteen eighty one when I was fourteen years old, but
<v Speaker 1>I will do my best to remember as much as possible. Okay,
<v Speaker 1>I'll start off with a little backstory. Since I was born,
<v Speaker 1>I spent a lot of time in the woods with
<v Speaker 1>my grandparents at their cabin that was located near a
<v Speaker 1>beautiful freshwater lake in Quebec, Canada. The cabin itself was
<v Speaker 1>pretty much a wooden tent. There were the four outside walls,
<v Speaker 1>with a dividing wall between the kitchen area and the
<v Speaker 1>two bedrooms, and a wall between the two of them.
<v Speaker 1>There wasn't a ceiling in the cabin that would hide
<v Speaker 1>the inside of the roof. One propane light fixture in
<v Speaker 1>the kitchen almost over the table in a small size
<v Speaker 1>propane stove slash oven. There was an old cook stove
<v Speaker 1>that was our only source of heat during the early
<v Speaker 1>spring to late fall. Of course, if a little heat
<v Speaker 1>was kneeded on the cooler days of the summer to
<v Speaker 1>take the dampness out of the cabin, the wood stove
<v Speaker 1>came in handy. The odd times that we ran out
<v Speaker 1>of propane, we'd cook on the old wood stove, and
<v Speaker 1>for some reason the food always seemed to taste better.
<v Speaker 1>Our version of running water was to grab two buckets
<v Speaker 1>from inside the cabin and run them down to the lake,
<v Speaker 1>which was around two hundred feet from the cabin, then
<v Speaker 1>fill them up on the end of the dock and
<v Speaker 1>carry them back to the cabin, trying out the spill much.
<v Speaker 1>Of course, there was no indoor plumbing, so we had
<v Speaker 1>to use the outhouse, which I hated because I was
<v Speaker 1>petrified of snakes. I had to kill one that got
<v Speaker 1>into the outhouse somehow, so I always thought about that
<v Speaker 1>every time I had to go. I started swimming when
<v Speaker 1>I was three years old, with the help of my
<v Speaker 1>mother at first, and then with my mother close beside
<v Speaker 1>me just in case. Once I hit ten years old,
<v Speaker 1>I could finally go down to the lake and swim
<v Speaker 1>on my own. It was an accomplishment I was proud of,
<v Speaker 1>and boy could I swim. My grandpa told me that
<v Speaker 1>I was part fish the odd times that we went
<v Speaker 1>walking through the woods. My grandfather always said that the
<v Speaker 1>only thing to be afraid of in the woods was yourself,
<v Speaker 1>because our minds can play games with itself. My grandpa
<v Speaker 1>bought me my first fishing rod and reel when I
<v Speaker 1>was five. At that point, I was old enough to
<v Speaker 1>go fishing in the boat with my grandparents. I loved
<v Speaker 1>every minute of it, and I still think of the
<v Speaker 1>fun we had all those years ago. Every chance I had,
<v Speaker 1>I wanted to go to the cabin every weekend, spring holidays,
<v Speaker 1>the summer vacations, and fall holidays. I wanted to be
<v Speaker 1>at the cabin. As my sisters and brother got older,
<v Speaker 1>they didn't have any interest in going there, so our
<v Speaker 1>trips to the cabin were cut short. That really tore
<v Speaker 1>me up inside, and I swore. As soon as I
<v Speaker 1>turned sixteen, and could drive. I would be heading to
<v Speaker 1>the cabin every chance I could. During the time that
<v Speaker 1>our cabin was hardly being used. My best friend Mark
<v Speaker 1>used to invite me to his dad's hunting fishing cabin often.
<v Speaker 1>I always loved going there with them, but I didn't
<v Speaker 1>care for the long drive to get there, which took
<v Speaker 1>depending on the weather and traffic, was approximately eight to
<v Speaker 1>ten hours from Ottawa, Canada's capital city, Ontario, where I
<v Speaker 1>was living at the time. I really enjoyed going there
<v Speaker 1>because it was a private hunting slash fishing cabin in
<v Speaker 1>a fairly remote area which had many lakes nearby with
<v Speaker 1>loads of fish and large ones. At that when I
<v Speaker 1>was fourteen years old. This encounter occurred in Canada every
<v Speaker 1>year on the third weekend of May, we have a
<v Speaker 1>holiday commemorating Queen Victoria's birthday for some reason, probably because
<v Speaker 1>we are a member of the British Commonwealth. Before the
<v Speaker 1>holiday weekend, my best friend Mark and his father had
<v Speaker 1>planned on going to their cabin to open it up
<v Speaker 1>for the season and asked if I wanted to tag along.
<v Speaker 1>Silly question, because I had always wanted to go there
<v Speaker 1>with them, seeing that it's a fair distance from Ottawa
<v Speaker 1>and it was a long weekend. We left after lunch.
<v Speaker 1>I had to skip school for the afternoon on Friday
<v Speaker 1>so we could get there before dark, so I was
<v Speaker 1>extremely excited. Sometimes we would have to clear branches or
<v Speaker 1>trees that had fallen onto their private road that went
<v Speaker 1>to their cabin, which was off the main highway. They
<v Speaker 1>had a lock gate at the entrance to access their property.
<v Speaker 1>We made it to the cabin just before sundown, unloaded
<v Speaker 1>the coolers, sleeping bags, and mattresses because mice would burrow
<v Speaker 1>into them and nest inside them for the winter, and
<v Speaker 1>they would make a mess of the mattresses and the
<v Speaker 1>rest of our gear. Once we checked out the cabin
<v Speaker 1>and the area around it, Mark's dad went inside to
<v Speaker 1>light a fire in the woodstove and fire up the
<v Speaker 1>propane lights in the cabin. Mark and I went out
<v Speaker 1>to remove a few of the plywood window covers that
<v Speaker 1>we screwed onto the window frames the previous fall. After
<v Speaker 1>removing a couple of the window covers, we were able
<v Speaker 1>to open them up to air out the cabin, also
<v Speaker 1>allowing sunshine to pay petrate the building. Once this was finished,
<v Speaker 1>we stayed inside and kicked back for the night and
<v Speaker 1>discussed plans for the following day. The next morning, we
<v Speaker 1>woke up around five thirty am. The sun was just
<v Speaker 1>coming up over the horizon and it looked like we
<v Speaker 1>were going to have a beautiful spring day ahead. Mark's
<v Speaker 1>dad made some coffee and started cooking breakfast. After a
<v Speaker 1>very large breakfast of bacon, sausage, ham and eggs, coffee,
<v Speaker 1>and a glass of orange juice, we were ready for
<v Speaker 1>a good day ahead. We got to work removing the
<v Speaker 1>rest of the window coverings and putting them up into
<v Speaker 1>the shed. Then we cleaned up all the branches. Some
<v Speaker 1>of them were quite large that broke off from the
<v Speaker 1>trees over the winter, and they were fairly close to
<v Speaker 1>the cabin as well. Next, we helped Mark's dad unload
<v Speaker 1>the generator so he could hook it up. It was
<v Speaker 1>too heavy and awkward for him to do it by himself.
<v Speaker 1>They never left the generator in the shed for the
<v Speaker 1>winter because it would have been stolen by thieves who
<v Speaker 1>rode around in the winter on their snowmobiles checking out
<v Speaker 1>the different cabins in the areas to see what they
<v Speaker 1>could take. Damn thieves. Before we knew it was lunchtime,
<v Speaker 1>and believe it or not, we were hungry after the
<v Speaker 1>huge breakfast, so we went inside the cabin and made
<v Speaker 1>some sandwiches. We talked about what was next on the agenda,
<v Speaker 1>and Mark's dad said that there really wasn't much left
<v Speaker 1>to do, so we told us we could have the
<v Speaker 1>rest of the day off and do whatever we wanted to.
<v Speaker 1>He was going to hop on his four wheeler and
<v Speaker 1>ride around to some of the other cabins. He was
<v Speaker 1>going to see if some of his friends were up
<v Speaker 1>for the weekend as well. Their cabins were located around
<v Speaker 1>six miles away through the woods on the many old
<v Speaker 1>logging roads and snowmobile trails. All of the different trails
<v Speaker 1>and abandoned roads were originally made way back many years
<v Speaker 1>ago when the logging industry began. Logging became a fairly
<v Speaker 1>popular industry in that area way back in the eighteen
<v Speaker 1>hundreds and into the beginning of the eighteen nineties, when
<v Speaker 1>they first started making roads to access all of the
<v Speaker 1>different types of trees in that region. Because of the
<v Speaker 1>area's proximity to the Ottawa River, lake is called lack
<v Speaker 1>in French. Tamiskamine is what feeds the Ottawa River. I
<v Speaker 1>don't know if I said that right. The Ottawa River
<v Speaker 1>actually begins at the southern end of the lake, right
<v Speaker 1>at the border of Ontario and Quebec, which is one
<v Speaker 1>of the entrances to the town of Temiscamine, Quebec. The
<v Speaker 1>town and region of Temiskamine, Ontario, are located further north
<v Speaker 1>of the lake, on the opposite side of the lake
<v Speaker 1>where Quebec is located. Lake Timiskamine is around one hundred
<v Speaker 1>and twenty five square miles. There are many many trails
<v Speaker 1>surrounding the lake that the loggers built so they could
<v Speaker 1>drag their logs into the lake and send them right
<v Speaker 1>down into the Ottawa River and onto many lumber mills
<v Speaker 1>along the way. The Ottawa River feeds into the Saint
<v Speaker 1>Lawrence River near the city of Montreal, which then flows
<v Speaker 1>into the Gulf of Saint Lawrence, the largest estuary in
<v Speaker 1>the world. The majority of the logs that were cut
<v Speaker 1>in that region were dragged out of the woods by
<v Speaker 1>horse and chains, with a man at the reins walking
<v Speaker 1>behind and beside the horses to keep them on the
<v Speaker 1>road and heading in the direction of the lake. This
<v Speaker 1>is why there are so many trails and old forestry
<v Speaker 1>roads that were only cut wide enough for a horse
<v Speaker 1>to pull the logs out of the woods, and a
<v Speaker 1>little extra room for the operator. My grandfather was only
<v Speaker 1>thirteen or fourteen years old when his father sent him
<v Speaker 1>to that area to work in the lumber camps from
<v Speaker 1>late in the fall, once the woods were full of
<v Speaker 1>snow and frozen, and right through to the spring thaw
<v Speaker 1>to help him support the rest of his family. I
<v Speaker 1>can only remember a couple of stories he told me
<v Speaker 1>about his experiences working up there. I know that today's
<v Speaker 1>generation could never handle that kind of work. These days,
<v Speaker 1>nobody really has to do work that hard because we
<v Speaker 1>have evolved and manufactured all types of machinery to do
<v Speaker 1>the bulk of the work for us. I can remember
<v Speaker 1>him saying that they had to walk miles through the
<v Speaker 1>woods sometimes to reach the cabins they stayed in so
<v Speaker 1>they could be fed a good hot meal. It was
<v Speaker 1>always very dark by the time they reached the cabin,
<v Speaker 1>and he told me about the very large timber wolves
<v Speaker 1>that would pace them in the woods from about twenty
<v Speaker 1>to thirty feet away. The wolves had their own little
<v Speaker 1>trails throughout the woods that they used to follow the
<v Speaker 1>men to their cabins. Oddly enough, the wolves did nothing
<v Speaker 1>to cause any of the men to become fearful of them.
<v Speaker 1>When I was really young and up until I was
<v Speaker 1>eighteen years old, every time I go out anywhere for
<v Speaker 1>the evening or overnight, he always told me to watch
<v Speaker 1>out for the loop garu. This translates to werewolf in English.
<v Speaker 1>I never did have the opportunity to find out if
<v Speaker 1>he wasn't telling me something about the topic or not.
<v Speaker 1>I always wonder about that for the rest of my life.
<v Speaker 1>I didn't tell him about my bigfoot experience. I don't
<v Speaker 1>know why I didn't, but he asked me why I
<v Speaker 1>wasn't going fishing or camping as much as I used to.
<v Speaker 1>It wasn't difficult to convince Mark's dad to let us
<v Speaker 1>go fishing for the rest of the day, seeing we
<v Speaker 1>completed our to do list quicker than expected. He agreed
<v Speaker 1>without hesitation, But Mark decided he didn't want to go
<v Speaker 1>because he doesn't like to fish from shore boohoo, so
<v Speaker 1>he just wanted to lay back, bumming around and getting high. Yes,
<v Speaker 1>we smoked weed, after all, we do live in Canada.
<v Speaker 1>The ice should have started to melt away from the
<v Speaker 1>shores of the lakes in that area. By now, it
<v Speaker 1>takes a little longer for the lakes up north to
<v Speaker 1>thall out because they have winters much longer than where
<v Speaker 1>we lived. I grabbed my new fishing rod in real
<v Speaker 1>combo that I purchased with some money that I was
<v Speaker 1>able to save up from shoveling snow. He knew I
<v Speaker 1>was very eager and excited to get out and try
<v Speaker 1>my new purchase because he said that was all I
<v Speaker 1>talked about on the drive up the previous day. What
<v Speaker 1>could I say. I packed up some food, my shotgun,
<v Speaker 1>with some buckshells, and my rod and reel. I headed
<v Speaker 1>into the woods on one of those bike trails to
<v Speaker 1>one of the many lakes in the area. It took
<v Speaker 1>me about an hour and a half or so to
<v Speaker 1>get to the lake I was going to. We had
<v Speaker 1>only brought one of the four wheeler ATV bikes with
<v Speaker 1>us to the cabin that weekend, because there was already
<v Speaker 1>a lot of gear packed in the box of the
<v Speaker 1>truck and on the small trailer that the bike was on.
<v Speaker 1>Most of what was packed was required for the whole season.
<v Speaker 1>It included a five thousand and am generator, a few
<v Speaker 1>five gallon gas cans, one of the four wheeler bikes, chainsaws,
<v Speaker 1>et cetera. It was still too early to get the
<v Speaker 1>boat in the water. They always left an old twelve
<v Speaker 1>foot aluminum boat flipped over and chained locked to a
<v Speaker 1>large tree close to the lake edge. Then all we
<v Speaker 1>had to do was strap a five horse power outboard
<v Speaker 1>motor onto the back of one of the ATVs and
<v Speaker 1>a small gas tank and all our fishing gear. Then
<v Speaker 1>off we'd go to the lake. This lake was the
<v Speaker 1>main one we'd fish most of the time. There were
<v Speaker 1>some really nice trout in it because it's very secluded,
<v Speaker 1>except for the poachers who'd fish through the ice in
<v Speaker 1>the winter months. I knew there was still going to
<v Speaker 1>be a lot of ice on the main part of
<v Speaker 1>the lake, but I could still fish from the shore
<v Speaker 1>in a little bay not far from the landing where
<v Speaker 1>the boat was kept. It wasn't out of the ordinary
<v Speaker 1>for me to go into the woods by myself because
<v Speaker 1>we lived in the country, being used to the woods
<v Speaker 1>growing up. Plus I had been to their cabin and
<v Speaker 1>that particular lake numerous times before. We still had my
<v Speaker 1>grandparents' cabin back then. But it wasn't being used much.
<v Speaker 1>For a few years. I really liked going to Mark's
<v Speaker 1>cabin in the meantime because it was the only cabin
<v Speaker 1>in that area and it was so remote that we
<v Speaker 1>could do pretty much anything we wanted to, even though
<v Speaker 1>it was illegal. I used to bring my Brownie nine
<v Speaker 1>millimeter handgun with me. My grandfather gave it to me
<v Speaker 1>for my birthday earlier that month because we used to
<v Speaker 1>go target shooting together. Here in Canada, handguns are restricted
<v Speaker 1>weapons and you needed to go through a lot of
<v Speaker 1>red tape in order to own one legally, which I
<v Speaker 1>planned to do when I turned sixteen. The lake was
<v Speaker 1>approximately an hour and a half walk from the cabin.
<v Speaker 1>I reached the lake around two pm, set myself up
<v Speaker 1>beside a beautiful big maple tree tidy lure on the
<v Speaker 1>end of my line, and started casting with my new rod.
<v Speaker 1>It was awesome. The reel was so smooth when reeling
<v Speaker 1>in the lure. Too bad the fish weren't cooperating. After
<v Speaker 1>about an hour or so of casting and trying different
<v Speaker 1>lures without any luck, I decided to switch to a
<v Speaker 1>hook worm and a bobber to possibly hook into a
<v Speaker 1>lazy trout swimming by. I propped up my fishing rod
<v Speaker 1>up on a why stick that I cut off a
<v Speaker 1>nearby tree. Then I sat down against the maple tree
<v Speaker 1>beside the lake. Then I decided to fire up one
<v Speaker 1>of the joints that I had rolled up earlier and
<v Speaker 1>waited for the bobber to start dancing on top of
<v Speaker 1>the water. After about an hour or so, things were
<v Speaker 1>pretty quiet with the fish, so I decided that I
<v Speaker 1>was going to smoke another joint and just enjoy the
<v Speaker 1>nice spring day. I guess it was pushing around three
<v Speaker 1>thirty pm when I thought I heard movement behind me
<v Speaker 1>in the woods. It wasn't very loud or moving very fast,
<v Speaker 1>so I wasn't alarmed that it was anything of a threat.
<v Speaker 1>After a couple of minutes or so, whatever was in
<v Speaker 1>the woods behind me started to sound much louder and
<v Speaker 1>was moving a little quicker towards me than it had been. Suddenly,
<v Speaker 1>a wicked stench seemed to be coming out of the
<v Speaker 1>thick brush near the area where I was hearing something.
<v Speaker 1>There was a little bit of a breeze blowing in
<v Speaker 1>my direction, and I figured that was why I was
<v Speaker 1>smelling that horrible smell. I thought it was going to
<v Speaker 1>be a black bear coming to the lake for a
<v Speaker 1>drink or to t t I is luck grabbing a
<v Speaker 1>fish or two in the shallow water on the opposite
<v Speaker 1>side of the lake where I was fishing. I grabbed
<v Speaker 1>the shotgun in case I needed it now. I was
<v Speaker 1>getting nervous about what it could be. But like I said,
<v Speaker 1>I thought it was going to be a bear because
<v Speaker 1>all the wildlife was coming alive in the woods, spring
<v Speaker 1>had sprung, and especially for the bears, because they're on
<v Speaker 1>a mission to put some of the weight back on
<v Speaker 1>that they had lost over the winter months. That's what
<v Speaker 1>I had in the back of my mind, especially giving
<v Speaker 1>off that disgusting smell. I was lucky that the tree
<v Speaker 1>I was leaning against was big, really big, and it
<v Speaker 1>sheltered most my body from whatever it was. Creeping out
<v Speaker 1>of the woods. I could start to make out a
<v Speaker 1>figure of what appeared to be a large man dressed
<v Speaker 1>in something that appeared to be all black, A very
<v Speaker 1>large man looking silhouette on two feet. It was getting
<v Speaker 1>close to the edge of the woodline, about twenty five
<v Speaker 1>feet from me. Then it walked out of the woods
<v Speaker 1>and I froze stiff. Oh my goodness, what in the
<v Speaker 1>world is that it was somewhere around eight feet tall
<v Speaker 1>five hundred pounds or so. At this time, I was
<v Speaker 1>six ' to two and pushing two hundred pounds, so
<v Speaker 1>I thought I could have had a good guess about
<v Speaker 1>its size. I snuggled up to that tree as tight
<v Speaker 1>as I possibly could and tried to be as quiet
<v Speaker 1>as possible. I had grabbed the shotgun that I had
<v Speaker 1>loaded before i'd left the cabin. I thought the creature
<v Speaker 1>could hear me breathing, because I could feel my heart
<v Speaker 1>pounding so hard and so fast that I knew I
<v Speaker 1>had to be breathing heavily. The creature almost made it
<v Speaker 1>to the lake before it noticed me. I guess the
<v Speaker 1>small breeze that was blowing towards me was why it
<v Speaker 1>didn't pick up my scent and realized I was there
<v Speaker 1>sooner it stopped turned its body towards me. It looked
<v Speaker 1>like it didn't have a neck for it to turn
<v Speaker 1>its head, and it looked right at me. It appeared
<v Speaker 1>to be surprised initially, but that look changed quickly to anger,
<v Speaker 1>a horrifying look, especially when it noticed the shotgun. It
<v Speaker 1>gave off a very angry look. It let out a
<v Speaker 1>couple of loud grunts and blue snarled, growled all at once.
<v Speaker 1>Then it started to growl, a growl that went right
<v Speaker 1>through me with every breath that took. Look, it was
<v Speaker 1>flipping and rolling its lips around while flashing its teeth
<v Speaker 1>at me. I couldn't make out what its teeth looked
<v Speaker 1>like because I was staring at its canines, which stood
<v Speaker 1>out of its mouth and looked like they could rip
<v Speaker 1>me apart. The color of its hair was all black
<v Speaker 1>as black can be. It even looked like something was
<v Speaker 1>grooming it regularly. The sun was really shining off of
<v Speaker 1>the hair that covered its body. It was built like
<v Speaker 1>some of the largest body builders I have ever seen.
<v Speaker 1>It was so toned that it looked like it had
<v Speaker 1>muscles on top of its muscles. The outline of the
<v Speaker 1>creature's head appeared to be that of a huge silver
<v Speaker 1>back gorilla, but it had a short snout in the
<v Speaker 1>width of it, and its head appeared to be similar
<v Speaker 1>to that of a very large rotweiler, with the remaining
<v Speaker 1>part of its face, eyes, and forehead resembling that of
<v Speaker 1>a monkey, except for the brow ridge that stuck out
<v Speaker 1>like a neanderthals Wood it was very paralyzing to look
<v Speaker 1>at it, and it scared the living shit out of
<v Speaker 1>me so much that I couldn't move. I'm pretty sure
<v Speaker 1>that this was when I pissed myself. Literally I could,
<v Speaker 1>I didn't move. I've been told by a couple of
<v Speaker 1>supposed bigfoot researchers that the creature from my encounter was
<v Speaker 1>a type three called a Gugway. Apparently there are four
<v Speaker 1>types of sasquatch. The Gugway has been known to be aggressive, confrontational,
<v Speaker 1>and unpredictable. Also, they have been known to attack for
<v Speaker 1>no apparent reason, also for killing. I don't think anyone
<v Speaker 1>who may have been killed by one of these creatures
<v Speaker 1>has ever lived to tell anyone about it. At this point,
<v Speaker 1>I thought I was in trouble because it bent over
<v Speaker 1>facing me, placing one fist on the ground, just like
<v Speaker 1>a linebacker playing American football. It really looked like it
<v Speaker 1>was going to attack. I said to myself that I'm
<v Speaker 1>jumping into the freezing lake if it was going to
<v Speaker 1>take one step towards me, regardless of how cold the
<v Speaker 1>water would have been. I knew that the shotgun I
<v Speaker 1>had wouldn't do anything other than anger it even more
<v Speaker 1>than it already was, so I put the rifle down
<v Speaker 1>on the opposite side of me without even thinking about it.
<v Speaker 1>When I put the rifle down, it almost looked like
<v Speaker 1>its face changed a bit. It almost looked like it
<v Speaker 1>wasn't as angry as it first was. After what seemed
<v Speaker 1>to be many minutes, which probably wasn't more than ten
<v Speaker 1>to fifteen seconds max, it stood up again, not straight up,
<v Speaker 1>because it was hunched over a little when I first
<v Speaker 1>saw it walking towards me, as well as when it
<v Speaker 1>was first standing in front of me. It led off
<v Speaker 1>a couple of growls and grunts. Then, to my amazement,
<v Speaker 1>it turned its body away from me while looking at
<v Speaker 1>me once again, as if to say, don't even think
<v Speaker 1>about shooting me. Then it started to walk back into
<v Speaker 1>the woods. I didn't dare turn to the side of
<v Speaker 1>the tree to watch it leave in case I made
<v Speaker 1>it change its mind and come back again to kill me.
<v Speaker 1>I started crying and vibrating intensely, then started to settle down.
<v Speaker 1>After a few minutes. It was probably around five minutes
<v Speaker 1>or so before I looked around the tree to see
<v Speaker 1>if the creature had actually left the area. I didn't
<v Speaker 1>hear it anymore, but the smell seemed to just hang
<v Speaker 1>around the area for quite some time. I grabbed my backpack,
<v Speaker 1>the shotgun, and my fishing rod and started running towards
<v Speaker 1>the cabin. I didn't even take the worm or bobber
<v Speaker 1>off my line or fasten the hook to my rod, so,
<v Speaker 1>needless to say, there was no bobber or hook left
<v Speaker 1>on the line after I slowed down. Once I was
<v Speaker 1>a good distance away from the lake. By the time
<v Speaker 1>I could finally see the cabin, I dropped everything that
<v Speaker 1>I was holding and dropped to the ground on my
<v Speaker 1>hands and knees. I had ran faster and further than
<v Speaker 1>I thought I was ever capable of. I broke down
<v Speaker 1>and started to vomit and cry. It was by far
<v Speaker 1>the scariest experience of my life to date. Even though
<v Speaker 1>that lake is a fair distance away from the cabin,
<v Speaker 1>I have never returned to that area again, nor will
<v Speaker 1>I ever go back there again. Oddly enough, there had
<v Speaker 1>never been any sign of a bigfoot on that property,
<v Speaker 1>not that we would have known any different at that
<v Speaker 1>time anyway, nor any damage done to anything. When Mark's
<v Speaker 1>dad did bring their dogs to the cabin, they never
<v Speaker 1>seemed to be bothered by anything because they were always
<v Speaker 1>happy there. They kept busy running through the woods most
<v Speaker 1>of the time, chasing squirrels and anything else that got
<v Speaker 1>their attention. I didn't say anything about my encounter to
<v Speaker 1>Mark or his dad, but Mark did ask me why
<v Speaker 1>I had returned to the cabin so soon, because it
<v Speaker 1>was usually dark by the time any of us got
<v Speaker 1>back to the cabin. From there, they did notice that
<v Speaker 1>I wasn't myself for the rest of the weekend and
<v Speaker 1>why I didn't want to go fishing again. While I
<v Speaker 1>was still there, I would just say that the fish
<v Speaker 1>weren't biting yet and that the ice was still too
<v Speaker 1>close to the shore in order to try my luck.
<v Speaker 1>I didn't say anything to my friends or family about
<v Speaker 1>this encounter until I was almost thirty years old, because
<v Speaker 1>I didn't think anyone would have believed me, and I
<v Speaker 1>didn't want to be the laughing stock of the town.
<v Speaker 1>After my encounter, I never went camping in a tent again,
<v Speaker 1>or in a trailer or cabin that didn't have indoor plumbing,
<v Speaker 1>because I wouldn't go outside after dark alone or unarmed.
<v Speaker 1>Like I said previously, handguns are banned in Canada, and
<v Speaker 1>it looked pretty childish for myself, a fairly large guy
<v Speaker 1>that before my encounter, was never afraid of anything in
<v Speaker 1>the woods. Like my grandfather had always told me, the
<v Speaker 1>only thing to be afraid of in the woods as yourself.
<v Speaker 1>But after that afternoon, I always made sure I had
<v Speaker 1>my rifle with me. It was a three hundred Remington
<v Speaker 1>mag I bought the largest caliber rifle that was legal
<v Speaker 1>to use during the hunting season in my area of
<v Speaker 1>the country. Well, that was my Bigfoot experience. It probably
<v Speaker 1>sounds similar to many other people's encounters that they have
<v Speaker 1>experienced in their lives, especially since more people are coming
<v Speaker 1>out and telling their stories more often than ever because
<v Speaker 1>the public is finally starting to grasp the fact that
<v Speaker 1>Bigfoot is real and really does exist. That is one
<v Speaker 1>afternoon that I will never be able to forget. I
<v Speaker 1>really hope while I'm still alive, the governments of North
<v Speaker 1>America will come out with the truth of bigfoots, cryptids,
<v Speaker 1>and UFOs visiting our planet. Thank you for letting me
<v Speaker 1>share this experience with all of you, and I hope
<v Speaker 1>that more skeptical people will start opening up their minds
<v Speaker 1>to finally considering that these cryptid encounters and experiences are true.
<v Speaker 1>Signed Michelle Provo, Pontiac County, Quebec, Canada. Thank you very much,
<v Speaker 1>Mike for sending me in your story. It really means
<v Speaker 1>a lot and I think a lot of people will
<v Speaker 1>get something out of it. All right, everybody, thank you
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