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I searched through a few pages, but didn’t find any threads on the subject of Bigfoot. This seems to be the place for one to be.….I’ll go first.
First off, I’ve never seen one, but have pretty much believed in them my entire life. I guess I was 5ish when we saw the legend of boggy creek at the drive in. Seemed like a documentary so it had to be true. My best friend also believes and years ago we used to read lots of reports. There have been reports for well over a century and Native Americans all seem to have a different name for them. It only takes 1 story to be true for them to be real, is the camp I’m in. So yeah, I believe 100%!
1st encounter was Len and I at East valley gate at Pinelog. First thing in the FREEZING AM, Just before the skies were beginning to lighten. I already had my ear muffs on so I didn’t hear anything, but Len swears he did! He heard a long deep howl, similar to the sierra sounds. The sierra sounds can be found online if you’re interested. To this day it drives him crazy that I didn’t hear it.
2nd was me walking at Pinelog and I found a bare foot track. A huge one! It reminded me of the hillbillies foot on that hillbilly wheat bread my dad used to buy. It may have been a double step from a bear. But, it was deep and there were no claw tips in the print. It was a fresh track, not more than a day. When I found it, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end, the adrenaline rush was enormous and I spun around going into fight mode…..it was quite the experience.
3rd was a scream I heard at Sugar hill golf course. Way on the backside which at the time was woods that lead to the chattahoochee river, south of Buford dam.….they run a sprinkler system in those woods for the water treatment plant, which basically is sugar hill golf course. I’m not sure what it was, but I’m pretty sure about what it wasn’t. 4 of us had just teed off and the scream we heard shook us all, raising the hairs on everyone’s necks. It was a very deep, low growl that slowly went into a high pitch scream I can only describe as a woman being tortured At the top of the crescendo. An enormous rush hit me like A ton of bricks! The cart path runs along the woods where the scream came from. It’s also a great place to find golf balls. Both of our carts cut across the fairway instead of going that way. I’m pretty sure 2 of the other players just dropped balls instead of going over to where theirs were. I think it was almost 20 years ago, but I’ll never forget it.
Anyone else?
First off, I’ve never seen one, but have pretty much believed in them my entire life. I guess I was 5ish when we saw the legend of boggy creek at the drive in. Seemed like a documentary so it had to be true. My best friend also believes and years ago we used to read lots of reports. There have been reports for well over a century and Native Americans all seem to have a different name for them. It only takes 1 story to be true for them to be real, is the camp I’m in. So yeah, I believe 100%!
1st encounter was Len and I at East valley gate at Pinelog. First thing in the FREEZING AM, Just before the skies were beginning to lighten. I already had my ear muffs on so I didn’t hear anything, but Len swears he did! He heard a long deep howl, similar to the sierra sounds. The sierra sounds can be found online if you’re interested. To this day it drives him crazy that I didn’t hear it.
2nd was me walking at Pinelog and I found a bare foot track. A huge one! It reminded me of the hillbillies foot on that hillbilly wheat bread my dad used to buy. It may have been a double step from a bear. But, it was deep and there were no claw tips in the print. It was a fresh track, not more than a day. When I found it, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end, the adrenaline rush was enormous and I spun around going into fight mode…..it was quite the experience.
3rd was a scream I heard at Sugar hill golf course. Way on the backside which at the time was woods that lead to the chattahoochee river, south of Buford dam.….they run a sprinkler system in those woods for the water treatment plant, which basically is sugar hill golf course. I’m not sure what it was, but I’m pretty sure about what it wasn’t. 4 of us had just teed off and the scream we heard shook us all, raising the hairs on everyone’s necks. It was a very deep, low growl that slowly went into a high pitch scream I can only describe as a woman being tortured At the top of the crescendo. An enormous rush hit me like A ton of bricks! The cart path runs along the woods where the scream came from. It’s also a great place to find golf balls. Both of our carts cut across the fairway instead of going that way. I’m pretty sure 2 of the other players just dropped balls instead of going over to where theirs were. I think it was almost 20 years ago, but I’ll never forget it.
Anyone else?
