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You should have arrested it...
yeah, that’s a no. Recovering from back surgery and would not feel like wrestling a possible Sasquatch
You should have arrested it...
A basketball sized rock has to be about 50 or 60 lbs. Did you happen to see the arc the rock traveled? Perhaps this would help judge the distance the rock was thrown. I realize this is likely difficult when boulder are being lobbed at you by a Hill Giant.
If you had to judge, would you guess the misses were intentional or unintentional?
Life.You used to be fun. Who hurt you?
Border of Pennsylvania and West Virginia in the sticks.Only one way to be sure
Where was this btw?
Life.
I'm sorry I dont believe in bigfoot. If it helps I am 100% open to changing my mind the second I see real evidence other than "I heard a weird noise in the woods"
I'm no expert, but isn't Sasquatch normally a Pacific North West thing?Border of Pennsylvania and West Virginia in the sticks.
Had I been armed, i would have had my gun out and would have fired shots to end the attack.
I am not what you would call a believer in the stories that people tell about Sasquatch encounters. However, last night, I had an experience that has left me without explanation. I was fishing at a very remote location until the onset of darkness forced me to call it quits. I should have left about twenty minutes before I did due to rugged terrain to get back to my car. As I was walking, I heard what I assumed to be an owl. I stoped for a moment to throw a few more casts when there was a very loud splash. I knew right away it wasn’t a fish, and assuming that something fell off of the steep hillside, I started to continue the trek back. At that point, there was a large rock the size of a basketball that landed in the water about ten feet behind me. I actually saw the rock flying through the air and felt the splash hit my legs. I began to move more quickly when another rock hit in front of me. At this point, I yelled “ok, fucking stop that shit, I am leaving!” There was another splash, this time about fifteen feet out in the lake from where I was quickly walking. At that point, I began to move as quickly as I could, saying “come on, damn it, you want me to have a heart attack?” The terrain is very difficult to navigate in the light, with me often falling down or stepping into the lake. I called my wife to tell her what was happening in case one of those rocks hit me. I told her to send help if I did not call her in ten minutes.
There was another splash and I began to run, falling down several times, and getting cuts all over my face and neck from jagger bushes and tree branches. As I got closer to my car, I heard rustling from the hill above me and I got my car keys out and hit the panic alarm. There was one final splash behind me, then I sprinted to my car, exhausted and breathing heavily with my heart racing. I got in my car and took off.
This is a wildlife area and open to the public, but it gets little pressure. I don’t completely rule out human causes of what I can only describe as an attack, but that hillside is mostly rock and almost impossible terrain to easily move through, if at all. I didn’t smell anything odd, but my mind went back to the hooting I had heard. I also am aware that people reporting Sasquatch encounters have stated that they had rocks thrown at them. I don’t know that I will report this, though I think i should. Had I been armed, i would have had my gun out and would have fired shots to end the attack.
I have never, in my adult life, been so scared and I have been shot at, and have gone hand to hand with several knife wielding subjects during my seventeen years as a police officer.
I don’t expect my profession to lend much credibility, however, please trust my experience and training to accept the danger I perceived and my knowledge of the terrain surrounding that lake-I have been fishing there two to three times per week for the last three weeks.
All I know for sure is that the rocks were being thrown, and based on their size, it would be difficult to throw rocks of that size as hard and far as they were being launched. Like I said, I don’t completely rule out human causes, but I am like 85% sure it was not a person trying to scare, or kill me. I should also mention that due to the fallen leaves, any movement on that hillside would have made enough noise that i would have heard it. Hell, even chipmunks on the hill make tons of noise.
I have considered returning in daylight to see if I could reach the area that I believe the rocks were being thrown from, but I have my doubts of being able to reach that area-though I would like to look for tracks or some other sign of the culprit.
I do intend to go back to that lake, but not until spring and not without being armed. However, I will not walk through bank and plan to purchase a fishing kayak. Until that moment, I was upset that I had been skunked for the second time in a week.
I think most primates have white ding dongs
What I can't believe is the fact I read that entire OP.You shouldn't either.
I am not what you would call a believer in the stories that people tell about Sasquatch encounters. However, last night, I had an experience that has left me without explanation. I was fishing at a very remote location until the onset of darkness forced me to call it quits. I should have left about twenty minutes before I did due to rugged terrain to get back to my car. As I was walking, I heard what I assumed to be an owl. I stoped for a moment to throw a few more casts when there was a very loud splash. I knew right away it wasn’t a fish, and assuming that something fell off of the steep hillside, I started to continue the trek back. At that point, there was a large rock the size of a basketball that landed in the water about ten feet behind me. I actually saw the rock flying through the air and felt the splash hit my legs. I began to move more quickly when another rock hit in front of me. At this point, I yelled “ok, fucking stop that shit, I am leaving!” There was another splash, this time about fifteen feet out in the lake from where I was quickly walking. At that point, I began to move as quickly as I could, saying “come on, damn it, you want me to have a heart attack?” The terrain is very difficult to navigate in the light, with me often falling down or stepping into the lake. I called my wife to tell her what was happening in case one of those rocks hit me. I told her to send help if I did not call her in ten minutes.
There was another splash and I began to run, falling down several times, and getting cuts all over my face and neck from jagger bushes and tree branches. As I got closer to my car, I heard rustling from the hill above me and I got my car keys out and hit the panic alarm. There was one final splash behind me, then I sprinted to my car, exhausted and breathing heavily with my heart racing. I got in my car and took off.
This is a wildlife area and open to the public, but it gets little pressure. I don’t completely rule out human causes of what I can only describe as an attack, but that hillside is mostly rock and almost impossible terrain to easily move through, if at all. I didn’t smell anything odd, but my mind went back to the hooting I had heard. I also am aware that people reporting Sasquatch encounters have stated that they had rocks thrown at them. I don’t know that I will report this, though I think i should. Had I been armed, i would have had my gun out and would have fired shots to end the attack.
I have never, in my adult life, been so scared and I have been shot at, and have gone hand to hand with several knife wielding subjects during my seventeen years as a police officer.
I don’t expect my profession to lend much credibility, however, please trust my experience and training to accept the danger I perceived and my knowledge of the terrain surrounding that lake-I have been fishing there two to three times per week for the last three weeks.
All I know for sure is that the rocks were being thrown, and based on their size, it would be difficult to throw rocks of that size as hard and far as they were being launched. Like I said, I don’t completely rule out human causes, but I am like 85% sure it was not a person trying to scare, or kill me. I should also mention that due to the fallen leaves, any movement on that hillside would have made enough noise that i would have heard it. Hell, even chipmunks on the hill make tons of noise.
I have considered returning in daylight to see if I could reach the area that I believe the rocks were being thrown from, but I have my doubts of being able to reach that area-though I would like to look for tracks or some other sign of the culprit.
I do intend to go back to that lake, but not until spring and not without being armed. However, I will not walk through bank and plan to purchase a fishing kayak. Until that moment, I was upset that I had been skunked for the second time in a week.
Littlefoot > Bigfoot
The land before time fantasy tales
So you heard something splashing in the water and assume it's a bigfoot and not just some rocks coming loose on the steep hill above you? And if you had been armed you would have blindly fired rounds off into the woods because rocks were falling into the water near you?
I love how people go from saying how they don't know what something is to then making rash assumptions of what it is. I'm going to add you to my forum retard list. You most definitely do not need to go out to the woods again armed while you're acting like a hysterical little pussy just because you heard splashing from rocks not thrown at you.
LmaoSo you heard something splashing in the water and assume it's a bigfoot and not just some rocks coming loose on the steep hill above you? And if you had been armed you would have blindly fired rounds off into the woods because rocks were falling into the water near you?
I love how people go from saying how they don't know what something is to then making rash assumptions of what it is. I'm going to add you to my forum retard list. You most definitely do not need to go out to the woods again armed while you're acting like a hysterical little pussy just because you heard splashing from rocks not thrown at you.