I thought I would post this thread, we were talking about this today at work. I thought it might open some interesting discussion.
The year was 1983 I was 17 years old and me and a buddy were out coon hunting. We were in the river bottoms of the Wapsipinnicon River near Massilon IA. We were hunting with a pair of Walkers a 6 year old male and his two year old daughter. The Male was a superb dog and the female was coming along nicely.
We were sitting in a heavy grove of Evergreens when the female yelped so we new she was on the trail of something. My buddy who owned the dogs said he was going to start moving toward her, I said I would stay put in case the other dog treed somewhere else. It was probably 10 minutes later and she started barking way down the river so I figured cool she has got a coon treed.
I just sat there listening to her bark and also listening for the other dog. All of a sudden I heard this unexplainable sound, it almost sounded like a whoop, howl. I may have been young but I grew up in those woods and I have never heard anything like it. I can still remember the hair literaly standing up on the back of my neck.
Even at night the woods are never silent but after this sound you could have heard a pin drop. Even the female stopped barking. I was literaly paralyzed with fear. It was not 30 seconds later I heard a crashing in the brush and something charging right for me. I was armed with a .22 magnum, but that did not give me much comfort. The object that was charging toward me burst out of the brush, it was the male Walker. He ran right up to me circled me once forced his way between my legs, stuck his tale between his legs and stood there and shook.
My buddy and I were going to meet back at the truck at a designated time so I headed that way a bit early. That dog never left my side. When we got to the truck he about knocked me down in his haste to kennel. When my buddy got to the truck over an hour later I told him what happened. He never heard a thing but new something was wrong because his other dog was scared as well.
That weekend myself and 2 other guys took the boat up river to our favorite pond where we were always guaranteed to pick up some woodies. It was still dark and we were tying up the boat and heard that same sound. We did not duck hunt that day. We put the hammer down on the boat and got the hell out of there.
I know you all will laugh and think I am crazy but I have never forgotten those two occasions, nor have I ever heard anything like that again. Ever since that night I have been facinated with Bigfoot. A couple of years ago I found a website called the Bigfoot field research organization. They have recordings on there of possible Bigfoot vocalizations.
This is right on the money of what I heard. http://www.bfro.net/REF/Puyallubigfeet.wav
The year was 1983 I was 17 years old and me and a buddy were out coon hunting. We were in the river bottoms of the Wapsipinnicon River near Massilon IA. We were hunting with a pair of Walkers a 6 year old male and his two year old daughter. The Male was a superb dog and the female was coming along nicely.
We were sitting in a heavy grove of Evergreens when the female yelped so we new she was on the trail of something. My buddy who owned the dogs said he was going to start moving toward her, I said I would stay put in case the other dog treed somewhere else. It was probably 10 minutes later and she started barking way down the river so I figured cool she has got a coon treed.
I just sat there listening to her bark and also listening for the other dog. All of a sudden I heard this unexplainable sound, it almost sounded like a whoop, howl. I may have been young but I grew up in those woods and I have never heard anything like it. I can still remember the hair literaly standing up on the back of my neck.
Even at night the woods are never silent but after this sound you could have heard a pin drop. Even the female stopped barking. I was literaly paralyzed with fear. It was not 30 seconds later I heard a crashing in the brush and something charging right for me. I was armed with a .22 magnum, but that did not give me much comfort. The object that was charging toward me burst out of the brush, it was the male Walker. He ran right up to me circled me once forced his way between my legs, stuck his tale between his legs and stood there and shook.
My buddy and I were going to meet back at the truck at a designated time so I headed that way a bit early. That dog never left my side. When we got to the truck he about knocked me down in his haste to kennel. When my buddy got to the truck over an hour later I told him what happened. He never heard a thing but new something was wrong because his other dog was scared as well.
That weekend myself and 2 other guys took the boat up river to our favorite pond where we were always guaranteed to pick up some woodies. It was still dark and we were tying up the boat and heard that same sound. We did not duck hunt that day. We put the hammer down on the boat and got the hell out of there.
I know you all will laugh and think I am crazy but I have never forgotten those two occasions, nor have I ever heard anything like that again. Ever since that night I have been facinated with Bigfoot. A couple of years ago I found a website called the Bigfoot field research organization. They have recordings on there of possible Bigfoot vocalizations.
This is right on the money of what I heard. http://www.bfro.net/REF/Puyallubigfeet.wav