Creepy stories from the outdoors.

[Akita]

This happened back in the mid 60's in West Tennessee on our small family farm.
My brother, one of his teen buddies, and our Mother were the witnesses. Dad wasn't home and the rest of us kids weren't home. The boys were 12-13 years old.

We had alot of dogs. Alot of these dogs were huge dogs too. Alot of hound and Sheppard mixes. There were at least 8-10, maybe more. Those of you who remember back then, know that 'country farm dogs' were real dogs. Fearless, naturally aggressive to strangers, as well as extremely protective of their lands and owners, especially the kids on the farm. Mutts they may have been, but they meant business.

Brother and his Buddy decided to camp out in the back 40, in the woods, behind the barn. They used one of those heavy duty, green canvass military pup tents. This is summer time, hot, muggy. They set up camp about the middle of the 40. The whole time they're setting up, the dogs that had followed them, kept looking off through the trees to the north east and growling with their hackles up. The boys didn't think much about it, but definetly noticed it, and it was still light after all. They just figured other dogs or coyotes, or maybe a bobcat back in the woods.

There was a dirt road bordered that side of our property, then miles of dense, old hardwood, old growth forest. There were no houses any where near ours in that direction.

As they got the camp set up and the fire going, and by this time it was dark, and they kept noticing the dogs were growing more attentive and restless. There was also a storm blowing in from the south west. They could hear the low distant rumble of thunder way off in the distance. But this is still natural for that area of the country and common in the summers, and really no cause for concern.

They'd got the fire going and were making their grub when the dogs all became instantly alert and begin to growl and move out to investigate still in that NE direction into those thick woods.

Some of the dogs actually ran into woods and the boys could hear that the dogs were getting really excited. Some of the dogs actually held back, and stayed close to the boys. These dogs were actually trembling and whimpering, something they'd never seen our dogs do. They were just under their feet. They could tell they were scared.

My brother whistled the dogs back and they came a running with their tails tucked and looking over their shoulders. It was obvious they were scared.
When the dogs got back to my brother and his buddy, they were right under their feet, and acting really scared. Whimpering and whining and shaking. Hackles up. And they surrounded the boys and that really spooked them, because they could tell the dogs were wanting to protect them.

The boys knew something or somebody was out there, watching them. They could even sense it.

The thunderstorm was getting closer and the wind was picking up. Plus, the night sounds had stopped. Back then, in Tennessee in summer, you could just about determine where anyone or thing is in the woods or around you just by the sounds of the night insects and frogs and all. When something is there, they all go quiet. And it's really eerie. And with the cloud cover and all, it was just a southern, pitch black night.

Well, my brother and his buddy decided they'd move the camp up closer to the house. So they break camp and the whole time the dogs are just freaking out and even growling and their hackles are all up and the boys could tell what ever was out there, couldn't be good.

They finally get the tent set up in the back yard. Dogs underfoot the whole time. The dirt road was closer to the house than the back 40 woods too. About the time they got the tent up, Mama comes out on the back porch and asks what's wrong and why are the dogs carrying on so. She could tell the dogs were upset and the thunderstorm was getting closer.

The boys told her how the dogs had been acting, and she could see the dogs were alerting on something up across the road in the woods, so she told them to just come into the house. So they came on in.

Well, the dogs kept barking and just going crazy. The storm was moving in and the wind had really picked up, but it wasn't raining. Just lighting and thundering and wind gusts.

Mamma would go out on the back porch and look but could never see anything.

After a couple of hours the dogs went ballistic. I mean, like they were going to kill something. Mamma said they were almost screaming like she'd never heard a dog make those kinds of sounds they were so frightened and so viscous.

So mama and my brother get up and look out the windows in to the back yard where the tent was set up. About 60 feet from the corner of the house under a white oak tree.

Mamma is looking out the bathroom window, and brother is looking out my bedroom window.

Across the dirt road, moving through the trees, was a glowing, transparent, man shaped green light, moving just like a person would move if they were taking their sweet own time walking on a sunny day. The dogs are just screaming and surrounding this thing. Some of them are lunging at it and others are just howling like it's judgment day. The thing just ignored them.

That man-shaped, green glowing thing, just kept moving right towards the tent, and the house. It never hesitated, or paused or anything, even with all the dogs going crazy. It was like those dogs were not even there.

This thing walked right up to the tent, stopped and turned and looked directly at my mom through the bathroom window. Then, it squatted down just like a man would and opened the flap of the tent, and leaned partly inside. The dogs are still lunging, growling, snarling, barking, screaming, jumping, running, surrounding this thing, and it's not even noticing them.

The whole tent lit up just like you'd turned a green lantern on inside it. It stayed in there a few moments. The whole tent just lit up and glowed real bright.

Then it just leaned back out, and stood up, and looked at mom again through the bathroom window. It just stood there for a few minutes looking at the house and her. Then it just turned around and walked back in the exact same path, up the hill, back across the road, back into the trees, with the dogs still going after it. They followed it up to the road and kept raising Cain till it disappeared way back into the woods out of sight. Same place it had came out of. Still acting like those dogs weren't even there.

The next morning, mom and the boys all went outside and walked around the tent. Checked the tent. Nothing looked out of place. The dogs would not go near it. They would come close and their hackles would rise and they'd whine and a couple raised a leg and marked a perimeter. But they sniffed around that spot for days with their hackles raised.

But they all described what they saw as a green, glowing, see-through man. The one thing that did stick out, was that they could not see his feet. They could make out all the rest of the features, but not it's feet. Mama always thought that was even weirder.

Our family was, and is Christian. Mom said she just said a prayer, but for some reason she said she wasn't afraid that bad. She was mighty concerned, and she said if it had kept coming towards the house, she would've been really scared, but she said when she said that little prayer, she felt ok.

But this is a true story. Mama kept all us kids close to the house for a while after that one. And it's been discussed many a time between us all.

[Brenno]

Great story Akita!!!

[catmando]

good story, thanks for sharing..

[Dumpsterdiver]

Originally Posted by composter

I've also talked to a few old Indians in the area and they've told me some pretty frightening stories about coachwhip snakes in the swamps. They said that there are parts of swamps they won't go into because "the coachwhip stands up and looks like a tree, they walk instead of crawl, and can whip a cow to death". This one guy was telling me about how he was plowing a field with his tractor, came upon a coachwhip snake standing up like a corn stalk, and the damned thing started running after his tractor, almost keeping up.

I think up here in ohio we call the blue racer snakes. My grandfather killed one about 30 years ago, he seen it across the road moving through the swampy field across from his house. It ended up coming into his yard and he shot it. Said it was frightening because it stood 4 1/2 feet off the ground and moved really fast.

[Rocky323]

Good story MT Patriot

[Rob86]

My family always camps in the desert in the winter time with family friends. We get our trucks and toy haulers and form a circle with the fire in the middle. Some family friends and I love to ride our dirt bikes at night and do at least one trip each time we go out. So it is about 10pm and the fire is going down. Some of the older dad's are passed out in their chair and people slowly fade into their toy haulers to go to bed. Myself and some of the other friends of mine thought this night would be perfect for a ride. So we let our parents know we are going for a ride and let them know where we are going. We get our chest protector, boots, helmet, and gloves on. We get on the bikes and haul *** out into the desert. It was a clear night with not a cloud in the sky and the stars are bright as can be with an occasional shooting star. The blackness of the mountain on our right and sand dunes out in the distance. My friends and I went to this rail road bridge that we like to visit in hopes to see the train go by. On our way back to camp we stopped for a little break and got that uneasy feeling. We know that illegals cover the desert and could be anywhere. So we all agree to hi tail it out of the place we were at and make it back to camp fast. We kick start the bikes and ride like we were the leaders in a Baja 1000 race. We are just flying across the desert in 5th gear and all of the sudden these small red lights just appear and fly all around us and then turn away from us and head into the blackness of the night. We get back to camp and take our gear off. We sit in our chairs all freaked out and couldn't explain what we encountered that night. To this day we had no idea what those lights were and how close they got to use. We know what whip lights look like and know of off road vehicles with break lights but what we encountered was nothing like a whip light. It was the strangest thing.

[Dalton1987]

Some great stories here. Thanks for sharing!

[dman62]

Great thread! I'll add one of mine. I was about 13 or 14 at the time so it would have been '75 or '76. My dad didn't hunt or fish but I couldn't get enough of it. My parents did love to camp though and my dad was always up for taking me out. The day before deer season in southern Arizona we drove up a canyon of the mountain outside of town. While the town we lived in was desert with an elevation of around 2200 feet this mountain was a little over 10,000 feet. We drove up the canyon to almost the end of the road and set up camp. There were no other hunters by nightfall. We were sleeping in the camper when around midnight we are woken up by a vehicle pulling up beside us and I figured it was more hunters getting in late. Moments later there is hard knocking on the door. Scared the heck out of us but I grab my rifle and my dad opens the door and there are two law officers standing there. Seems 2 inmates from the minimum security prison on the other side of the mountain escaped and escapee's tended to head for the saddle on the mountain the was the head of the canyon we were camped in and they advised us to leave. We threw everything into the camper got out of there as fast as we could.
When we got home we decided to get a few hours sleep and head back up and hunt the lower part of the canyon. We left before sun up and my dad said we'd drive back to the camp site as we had forgotton a folding table and ax we'd left under the truck. As we were about a 1/4 mile from the camp we ran into the 2 officers who had picked up our stuff. The 2 inmates hadn't been seen so we turned around and went back down the canyon. I decided to hunt a side canyon while my dad took a nap in the truck and hiked to almost the top of it. There was a huge rock outcropping jutting out near the top and I walked out on it to take in the view. I could see the road way that went up the main canyon to my left at the end of the side canyon I was in and to my right was the head of this canyon. At my back about 30 yards away was a thicket of manzanita brush that covered these lower slopes. To go up to the top of the ridge would require me to make my way through the thicket. As I stood there scanning the opposite slope I got the feeling of being watched from the thicket and that I should turn around and go back. It had been a steep climb up and I wanted to get to the top but couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to leave so I headed back down. When I got to the bottom I turned around to look back and look up the canyon and there on the rock outcropping I had been standing on (about 4-500 yards away) I could make out a figure standing. What I did next was really stupid and I'd never do it now but I swung my rifle up to see who it was through the scope since I didn't have binoculars. There was a man in matching shirt and pants with no coat (strange since it had snowed that night) and not carrying a rifle (also strange since it was opening day). He saw me looking at him and ran into the thicket behind him (not strange since some stupid kid was pointing a rifle his direction). Other than being embarrassed at my stupidity and hoping he didn't come down and kick my skinny butt I didn't think too much about it until that evening when we were leaving we ran into the 2 officers again and asked how the search was going. What they told me gives me the heebeejeebies to this day. They had caught one of the prisoners after he had stabbed one of the bloodhounds trailing him to death with a home made shiv up in the manzanita thicket near the rock outcropping. It had been him I had seen standing up there and he had probably been watching me from the thicket. If I had gone in there I don't like to think what he would have done.
Those feelings everyone talks about are the real deal. No doubt in my mind.

[Angerland]

I have a quick little story to share. In 2001-2002 Time frame my MN National Guard unit was sent to Ft. Chaffe AR to be the OPFOR for an AR unit headed over to Iraq. Our Platoon got dropped off deep in the back woods to run our little raids and ambushes and what not from for the first phase of the Op. At this time only 1 or 2 of us had GPS devices, my PlatoonSergeant being one of them. He came over to me and we checked out map and his Garmin. both showed and old unnamed graveyard near our area. I just figured it was some old family plot from the time before the Gov't swallowed up the land to make the Fort. No big deal we thought.

Wellon our 4-5 th night there we changed our tune a bit. We had a soldier with us who was Budddhist, born and reaised in Nepal. He was a real hard worker, and super quiet. All I ever heard him really say was "Yes Sgt, no Sgt" that kind of thing.

Well we settled in that night to strat running radio watch shifts and to get a little sleep for once at night. The Sgts ahad all decided we would take a shift at the radio and I was into mine talking to the PSG. Pitch black, sounds of a deep South Forest all around us, hot and muggy in the middle of June. Out of nowhere we hear a blood curdling scream come from the direction of our quiet soldier. My mind thought immediately of all the venomous critters we had been avoiding all week so far. Scorpions, copperheads and tarantulas had all been shooed away from our hoches. the screaing went on for what seemed like an eternity to us running to help. We got there and the soldier was in the arms of his batle buddy just shaking and sobbing. We asked if he was bit or stung or whatever and his battle buddy said no. The battle buddy, soldier named Lor,said that the other fellow ha gone a little way off (toward the unmarked grave yard) to releave himself. The soldeir said that while he was doing it he felt something touch his shoulder so he turned to see what it was. He said he saw an old woman with claws and that then she grabbed him an tried to pull him close to her. That's when he screamed and ran back to the patrol base.

So now we were there, the whole platoon shaken up by the sheer terror in his screams. No saw anything or heard anything but we had no real reason not to believe him. Some of us sort of rationalized that we were all pretty tired after a long day, maybe he was dozing while doing his buisness and leaned back in to a bush or tree branches and it startled him awake and his sleeping mind dreamt it all up.....but at the same timewe couldn't really be sure.

It was an interesting night to say the least as a whole platoon of tough Infantryman suddenly tightened up to battle buddies "just to be safe" and slept fitfully with one eye open.

I don't know what it is but for me, the deep south is the one part of the country that really seems paranormal. It's the one place that I am always looking over my shoulder and my fight or flight instincts seem ready to go whenever I am there.

[Brenno]

Originally Posted by dman62

Great thread! I'll add one of mine. I was about 13 or 14 at the time so it would have been '75 or '76. My dad didn't hunt or fish but I couldn't get enough of it. My parents did love to camp though and my dad was always up for taking me out. The day before deer season in southern Arizona we drove up a canyon of the mountain outside of town. While the town we lived in was desert with an elevation of around 2200 feet this mountain was a little over 10,000 feet. We drove up the canyon to almost the end of the road and set up camp. There were no other hunters by nightfall. We were sleeping in the camper when around midnight we are woken up by a vehicle pulling up beside us and I figured it was more hunters getting in late. Moments later there is hard knocking on the door. Scared the heck out of us but I grab my rifle and my dad opens the door and there are two law officers standing there. Seems 2 inmates from the minimum security prison on the other side of the mountain escaped and escapee's tended to head for the saddle on the mountain the was the head of the canyon we were camped in and they advised us to leave. We threw everything into the camper got out of there as fast as we could.
When we got home we decided to get a few hours sleep and head back up and hunt the lower part of the canyon. We left before sun up and my dad said we'd drive back to the camp site as we had forgotton a folding table and ax we'd left under the truck. As we were about a 1/4 mile from the camp we ran into the 2 officers who had picked up our stuff. The 2 inmates hadn't been seen so we turned around and went back down the canyon. I decided to hunt a side canyon while my dad took a nap in the truck and hiked to almost the top of it. There was a huge rock outcropping jutting out near the top and I walked out on it to take in the view. I could see the road way that went up the main canyon to my left at the end of the side canyon I was in and to my right was the head of this canyon. At my back about 30 yards away was a thicket of manzanita brush that covered these lower slopes. To go up to the top of the ridge would require me to make my way through the thicket. As I stood there scanning the opposite slope I got the feeling of being watched from the thicket and that I should turn around and go back. It had been a steep climb up and I wanted to get to the top but couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to leave so I headed back down. When I got to the bottom I turned around to look back and look up the canyon and there on the rock outcropping I had been standing on (about 4-500 yards away) I could make out a figure standing. What I did next was really stupid and I'd never do it now but I swung my rifle up to see who it was through the scope since I didn't have binoculars. There was a man in matching shirt and pants with no coat (strange since it had snowed that night) and not carrying a rifle (also strange since it was opening day). He saw me looking at him and ran into the thicket behind him (not strange since some stupid kid was pointing a rifle his direction). Other than being embarrassed at my stupidity and hoping he didn't come down and kick my skinny butt I didn't think too much about it until that evening when we were leaving we ran into the 2 officers again and asked how the search was going. What they told me gives me the heebeejeebies to this day. They had caught one of the prisoners after he had stabbed one of the bloodhounds trailing him to death with a home made shiv up in the manzanita thicket near the rock outcropping. It had been him I had seen standing up there and he had probably been watching me from the thicket. If I had gone in there I don't like to think what he would have done.
Those feelings everyone talks about are the real deal. No doubt in my mind.

Someone from a MINIMUM security prison did that? Don't you go there for not paying parking tickets???

[Brenno]

Not a camping story but a good one none the less.

A few years ago a mate and I were travelling down the east coast of South Africa and rolled into an awesome town called Port St Johns. We checked into the backpackers and were pretty bummed to find out there was no one else staying there. Due to a lack of better options we set ourselves up at the bar for a few beers. After a while we hear someone come in and see three pretty English girls walk in. Things were looking up.

We chatted with them for a while, turned out they were staying at a backpackers a couple of clicks inland. It was getting dark so they asked if we wanted to head to their backpackers for dinner, drinks etc etc. Hoping for some etc etc we agreed and they drove us out there just as the sun dipped below the horizon. It was think coastal rainforest type stuff lining the roads, lots of banana trees and such and we arrived at their place soon enough.

We played cards, drunk ate and laced for a few ours when all of a sudden the girls say "we're going to bed". I was shocked to discover I wasn't invited so I requests a lift home. The girls said they couldn't as they were too drunk and couldn't drive.

Indignant at our treatment at the hands of these beautiful girls we purchases a tally (large beer) for the road and headed off, with no real idea besides a general direction where we were going. Being small white men in a country where such people often lose their wallets and phones to larger blacker men I clutched my beer bottle come defensive weapon close, sipping on it as we went. My friend was dual wielding his beer with a stick.

We stuck to the road and with the full moon we could see well and hear the birds and monkeys trying to startle us with their Forrest noises. After about 30mins we are calming down a bit, probably thanks to the beer, when we hear woman scream the most blood curdling scream you've ever heard from about 100m away in the Forrest. After piking ourselves up from the ditch we headed towards the noises, careful to stay in cover. The screaming was replaced by a man's yelling as we got closer and we could see the lights of a house through the Forrest as we came to the clearing and the homes fence. we lay there, petrified and pretty sure we dont want to get involved ant to get involved when we hear the woman scream again before a gunshot wrung out. Silence.

Petrified though pretty drunk we decide to peak over the fence. As with most fences in South Africa it's big so my friend gives me a boast and I peak as little of my head over as possible to still get a look. The curtains are full and i can hear people talking. All of a sudden i see the flickering light, hear the music that we hadnt heard before, too focused on the screams and realise they are watching a movie with the volume absolutley cranked up all the way.

THANK ****!

We head off, laughing at our own stupidity when down the road we hear a group of drunk men walking towards us. Not wanting to be the typical tourist short a wallet and up a black eye we dive into the Forrest and wait as a group of drunk guys meander by speaking and joking in Xhosa.

Having negotiated our second obsticle of the evening we arrive at a T-intersection as we saw the first hint that dawn was approaching pierce the horizon. We flip a coin which tells us that right is our chosen path and we take it, hoping that 1R coin was right. Sure enough that coin new it's stuff and we arrived back at our hostel just as a warm dawn sun hit the coast. And so we went to bed safe, a little hungover and with wallets intact having only lost our mojo, the English girls had taken that from us

[AnselH]

Hey guys. I'm joining basically to tell this story, having read the entire thread now, haha. I've camped since I was about 6, though not as often as I want to anymore. Little long, but in the "WTF kind of animal was that, and WAS it an animal?" category.

This story took place in a teeny trailer at a campground, not exactly wilderness but still heavily wooded. I was 12, almost thirteen. Being only 21 now and having written this down not long after it happened, the memory is pretty fresh. It may not be as scary as some others, but it still makes me uncomfortable now to write about.

This campground just had a strange feeling. Felt like it belonged in the holler in West Virginia or something, not in New England. It was run by a couple who were around at odd hours. There was a pool and little general store within sight of the trailer, to the right. Way down to the left, out of sight and just barely in hearing range when they were loud was larger trailer and tent sites. all of this was backed up to the edge of fairly dense woods. Around us there were a few smaller trailers but no one in any of them at all. It just felt odd and deserted but I wasn't uncomfortable at this point.

One night my best friend and I were in the trailer and my mother and her friend were on the picnic table 30-40 feet away. We had watched a movie, Aladdin, and at some point during or after I got up to shut the light the far window over the "kitchen table". This was a tiny trailer. Maybe ten steps across and barely room to pass each other if you went sideways. Kitchen table was the second bed. Little as hell. We were on the living room bed so I went the ten steps. The far window and table were kind of recessed, the bathroom and living room bed were up a step and narrower. My friend could not see the window from the bed.

When I reached for the light, something growled outside the window. It was DEEP, but not necessarily loud. But the depth to it, it sounded BIG. And high, probably near the top of the window. I froze. Took a good 5 seconds before i could turn to my friend to see if they did it. I got a genuinely blank "what?" I bolted those ten steps and literally rolled/collapsed into the bed. My knees were too weak to jump. That wasn't the part that really bothers me though.

A few beats after I hit the bed, something hit the trailer. Near the top, and HIT it. The trailer's side/back where the window was & where it hit was against the woods. Trees touched it. Now there was a step outside to get into the trailer and room enough for my 5'8" mom to stand up with some room. It hit the top edge of that trailer above the bed my friend and I were in hard enough to reverberate through the bed.

What weirds me out more is my mom and her friend, again 30-40 feet away heard nothing but us yell. They assumed we were playing around. Still don't believe us. My friend did not hear the growl, but we were on the beach last night and I brought it up and they still remember that bang on the trailer. It wasn't on the roof, nothing jumped ONTO us. It was the side, near the top. and one concentrated spot, not like a body slam. Could've been a bear or mountain lion, but this was western MA. Besides which, I feel like either of those would've gone for the two vulnerable adults on the picnic table. Or at least been noticed by them; the side it hit was the side nearest the table.

And yeah, I've been given the bigfoot suggestion. For me the jury is out on that one but I don't find it impossible. My problem with it is the same with a bear or mountain lion; why it took more interest in us than the adults out in the open. I'm still genuinely uncomfortable walking into a room with a window open at night.

[sillar68]

Originally Posted by AnselH

Hey guys. I'm joining basically to tell this story, having read the entire thread now, haha. I've camped since I was about 6, though not as often as I want to anymore. Little long, but in the "WTF kind of animal was that, and WAS it an animal?" category.

This story took place in a teeny trailer at a campground, not exactly wilderness but still heavily wooded. I was 12, almost thirteen. Being only 21 now and having written this down not long after it happened, the memory is pretty fresh. It may not be as scary as some others, but it still makes me uncomfortable now to write about.

This campground just had a strange feeling. Felt like it belonged in the holler in West Virginia or something, not in New England. It was run by a couple who were around at odd hours. There was a pool and little general store within sight of the trailer, to the right. Way down to the left, out of sight and just barely in hearing range when they were loud was larger trailer and tent sites. all of this was backed up to the edge of fairly dense woods. Around us there were a few smaller trailers but no one in any of them at all. It just felt odd and deserted but I wasn't uncomfortable at this point.

One night my best friend and I were in the trailer and my mother and her friend were on the picnic table 30-40 feet away. We had watched a movie, Aladdin, and at some point during or after I got up to shut the light the far window over the "kitchen table". This was a tiny trailer. Maybe ten steps across and barely room to pass each other if you went sideways. Kitchen table was the second bed. Little as hell. We were on the living room bed so I went the ten steps. The far window and table were kind of recessed, the bathroom and living room bed were up a step and narrower. My friend could not see the window from the bed.

When I reached for the light, something growled outside the window. It was DEEP, but not necessarily loud. But the depth to it, it sounded BIG. And high, probably near the top of the window. I froze. Took a good 5 seconds before i could turn to my friend to see if they did it. I got a genuinely blank "what?" I bolted those ten steps and literally rolled/collapsed into the bed. My knees were too weak to jump. That wasn't the part that really bothers me though.

A few beats after I hit the bed, something hit the trailer. Near the top, and HIT it. The trailer's side/back where the window was & where it hit was against the woods. Trees touched it. Now there was a step outside to get into the trailer and room enough for my 5'8" mom to stand up with some room. It hit the top edge of that trailer above the bed my friend and I were in hard enough to reverberate through the bed.

What weirds me out more is my mom and her friend, again 30-40 feet away heard nothing but us yell. They assumed we were playing around. Still don't believe us. My friend did not hear the growl, but we were on the beach last night and I brought it up and they still remember that bang on the trailer. It wasn't on the roof, nothing jumped ONTO us. It was the side, near the top. and one concentrated spot, not like a body slam. Could've been a bear or mountain lion, but this was western MA. Besides which, I feel like either of those would've gone for the two vulnerable adults on the picnic table. Or at least been noticed by them; the side it hit was the side nearest the table.

And yeah, I've been given the bigfoot suggestion. For me the jury is out on that one but I don't find it impossible. My problem with it is the same with a bear or mountain lion; why it took more interest in us than the adults out in the open. I'm still genuinely uncomfortable walking into a room with a window open at night.

Awesome post. Listen to this podcast and tell us what you think.
http://thebigfootshow.com/2012/08/18...gray-wood-ape/

[Square Peg]

Originally Posted by sillar68

Awesome post. Listen to this podcast and tell us what you think.
http://thebigfootshow.com/2012/08/18...gray-wood-ape/

Seriously? I'll try. This is a thing that generally generates ridicule.

As far as I can tell, the NAWAC (formerly TBRC) guys are indeed chasing "something" in Oklahoma. However, the characteristics they attribute to what they call "wood apes" do not align with the body of reports regarding bigfoot. There are differences in averages for each that seem statistically significant in size (though some overlap), in locomotion (though with some overlap), in apparent intelligence / problem solving / planning ability, group coordination, and other aspects of behavior.

It's hard to be taken seriously when you suggest there is an unknown primate walking North America. Try suggesting that there is probably not just one, but two or more separate types. However, despite the laughter, that is where the data currently points.

I find it a fascinating puzzle.

[dudeman351]

I know what I saw. I think there are at least 2 distinct types. The ones in the PNW are larger and more human like, and more mellow. The southern ones are more ape like, smaller and more aggressive.