A pair of friends are sleeping in their pickup the night before their hunt. They are startled by heavy bipedal footfalls and are soon face to face with an angry Sasquatch.

"My experience took place in April of 1995. I was 25 years old going to college in Yakima, Washington. I've been up there for about a year and a half. I love hunting and fishing so going from Phoenix to Yakima was a huge rush during the summer.

I was completely infatuated with Bigfoot. So every time my neighbor and I would go out to the North Fork my mother, with whom I was staying while I was in school, would tease me and say are you going out to find your beast. I would jokingly reply "Yep, this is the weekend I succeed." If I only knew just how much I would regret making that statement.

My friend and I arrived out in the woods at about 6:30 in the early evening. We drove up the old forestry road until we found a large area that was level and large enough where we could park his 1965 Ford two-wheel drive truck. We set up camp for the night we cooked some brats over the fire. After dinner, we sat on the tailgate watching the fire and just talking until about 11 PM.

It didn't take long for us to both fall asleep, being all ready for the morning hunt. At around 3:30 AM I woke up to dead silence. It was so quiet that I figured there must be a black bear or a cougar really close by it didn't take but a minute for me to realize that it was way too quiet for even a predator to be close. I couldn't even hear the creek anymore. I reached over and shook my friend's leg to wake him up. He rolled over and asked what my problem was and I said, "Do you hear that?" and he snapped back. "I don't hear anything. Go to sleep." I said "Exactly. It's too quiet." He turned over and sat up and listened for a moment. Then he gave me a weird look. "That's what I'm trying to tell you" I whispered.

Then, coming from the trees, you could hear footsteps. I said, "Do you hear that?" My friend whispered, "Must be a bear." I said, "Bears don't walk on two legs unless they're threatened or going after food above their heads. That's too big to be any black bear around here or anywhere else for that matter!" The gravel on the road sounded like it was almost being crushed under its feet as it walks. Then we smelled it. It was like a garbage dump mixed with the odor of death. We sat there quietly as we walked around the truck. Then the footsteps stopped on the driver's side of the truck bed. We hear the sound of cloth being torn above us. I looked up and there were fingers, human fingers, but about four times bigger than mine. It was tearing back the cloth. When it stopped pulling back the cloth, a good eight inches in all, I could see two glowing yellow eyes looking down through the hole at me. That was the exact moment that I really screwed the pooch! Without thinking, and still trying to tell myself it's just a stupid black bear, I reached over and in one smooth swing, I grabbed the closest fishing rod and followed through with the most power I could muster. I hit it right across the bridge of its nose. Well, I broke that rod in half and sent it stumbling backward. At that point, it let out a scream/roar that shook everything inside the back of that truck. I could feel the vibration of my body as if I were standing next to an explosion. It was so loud that my ears were ringing!. My friend really did mess himself! Then we heard two fast hard steps and it felt like a semi-truck just smashed into the driver's side of his truck. Then, as if it were just a Tonka truck, the driver's side was lifted off the ground and the truck was sliding towards the edge of the shoulder. I suddenly got this overpowering feeling of sadness and I realized more than the pain of being hit in the face with a one-and-a-half-inch round piece of wood. I started yelling at it, "I'm sorry! I'm so very sorry! But you scared the out of us!" Then the truck stopped sliding.

At that moment it dropped the truck back down on all four tires. Then I said, "Look, we just came up here to bag a few squirrels. Then we're going to leave." I promised we would leave as soon as the sun came up. It then let out what almost sounded like a whimper, which for it is still pretty loud and we heard it walk off back across the road. Within a couple of minutes, all the forest sounds came back. Needless to say, we did not poke our nose out from under that cloth until the morning. We gathered enough courage, and come out of the truck after the sun was up. We saw that it had pushed the truck a good three feet toward the edge. You could clearly see the bent metal on the fender and running board which it grabbed with its hands.

Since that encounter, my friend still won't talk about it."

Transcribed source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOK9aEZfRYQ

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