that is what they say they do on finding bigfoot on animal planet!No,I don't mind rufus. Actually there were two separate incidents that are connected. At the time,a connection wasn't made until after we saw the one. This occurred in the early 90's in September,late August. My friend just bought a new shotgun,so we ran out to the river bottoms to try it out. When it got dark we headed back the truck. These bottoms are cottonwood with current and another type of bush. These will grow about 8' to 10' tall and 6' in diameter. They are spaced out with about 2' between them.
As we were walking through this stuff in the dark, no moon, my friend said he heard something growl at him. We stopped and listened,then approached the bush he heard the sound from. The most chilling snarl came out from it and we both tried to run only to trip up in the brush. We kind of regained ourselves,when sticks started flying at us. This was when it got scarey. Things were moving around us and throwing sticks and rocks at us. We basically walked out of there back to back with our shotguns ready. The growling continued,sometimes in front of ua
,to the side,or behind us. These things basically herded us were they wanted us to go,to a old road and they disappeared.
This was a popular place to hang out at the time,there was not one car there this night other than our own.
I am thinking it was 2 weeks later when the seven of us were there. My friend,his brother,my cousin and her three friends and myself. The girls wanted to be scared so we walked them around the old road. I went armed with my .44, still spooked about the earlier incident. As we were walking a funny whistle-bird call kept sounding around us. As we were walking along the river we noticed something in the road that would move a little. I told my friend that a beaver was in the middle of the road and when we got close it would scare the girls to death. At this time the whistling got crazy,all around us, at about 40' the "beaver" stood up,looked at us,started to go towards the brush, then turned took three steps and into the river.
There was a full moon this time, the white rocks looked illuminated, and this thing was dark. It moved on two feet,swung its arms, but moved so weird, it had HANDS. We had to go past where this thing ran to, that brush was on the other side of us and the whistling was coming from there.
This thing was hiding behind a clump of wild daisies,in a fetal position on its feet,arms out in front.head near the ground. This was small for a bigfoot,4' tall,very muscular,bulky.
I believe there was a family of them,we got to close the first time,and was herded out, the second time we got between them. I think the larger number of peoplle and more open area kept the larger ones further back in the brush, whistling at the small one.
though we were armed both times,it was too dark to see the first time, and I didn't have enough time the second time,plus I couldn't register what I was seeing to make me try to shoot
I am still scared of this area at night,I live close by, and their isn't a night that I am outside that I dont look for it.