So story time it is boys and girls.
This event happened last August in Washington's Olympic Peninsula. This was my first night of field experimentation with the Tahoe Scream. This was my third successful location setup after had either awakening or calling in 5 possible bigfoot at the previous two locations.
At 12:30 PM, I rolled into the local Native American village in search of the night shift tribal officer. I didn't wait too long, and invited him to pick a location that we could call in those bad boys. We eventually found a spot that was on top of a hill. We drove up the road, him first, until we reached what he saw as a flat spot in the road but not quite at the top. He exited his vehicle and began walking back toward mine. I leaned out the window and asked him what's up. He thought that we should try it there. So I popped my door open and immediately heard the familiar branch snap at the top of the 10 ft cutback next to my door. No mistaking the distinctive sound of a large foot snapping a branch as it took one step back in surprise. I knew what it was but said nothing to him, since I could not prove it, even though it was only a few feet from me. I said to the officer that I did not want to get caught down in this low spot. I wanted to have the high ground. He agreed and we got back in and proceeded to the end of the road. We both got turned around, with the road the we just came up at our 3 o'clock position. As soon as we turned off the engines and exited the vehicles, we could hear the familiar footsteps of a bipedal rocking itself from foot to foot at our 4 o'clock position in trees. At about 30 yards away, we put the big spot light on it, and saw, absolutely nothing. The noise stopped with the light on it, but then started back up after we turned the light off. After about 5 minutes, the noise stopped altogether and we thought that it left. It apparently was noiselessly manuevering itself onto a dirt mound for a better look at us, through heavy brush. We then decided to try out the tahoe scream. The officer was standing in front of my right headlight and facing 12 o'clock. As soon as the first scream went off, he spun to the right with hand going to his gun. He retreated to the left around behind the hood of the vehicle, while fixating on the woods at our 4 o'clock position. I was inside my vehicle at the time, but he later described it as a large crash and then bipedal footsteps running off through the woods. After waiting for 20 minutes or so, for something to come in our direction, I suggested that we leave. The officer wanted to wait some more. After only a short time, we began to hear a far off brush breaking sound. As we focused on it, we realized that it was coming straight at us, uphill, through thick brush. About 20 feet off the road was a real steep hill that apparently had foot steps carved into it by the bigfoot. So these bipeds kept coming and then climbed that hill in pitch black. As they broke over the top, they went into stealth mode and spread out to about 5 feet apart. All three most likely staring at us from the brush, as we stared back at the brush. After about 5 minutes in this Mexican standoff at 15 feet, the twig breaking noise stopped as these likely Bigfoot virtually vaporized into thin air. We had them pretty much pinned in and they would have had to stumble down that very steep hill, in the dark. But we did not hear them leave, but all noise just suddenly stopped. When they had spread out in the brush, there was still no noise except for bipedal twig breaking noise. When I explored that brush a week later, there were branches everywhere, yet they were able to move through it virtually noiselessly. Stew on that, for awhile. :eek:
