Let me start off with a few disclaimers. This isn’t my story, it’s a friend of my grandfather and it’s been a few years since I was told it so the memory might be a bit hazy, and it may not be scary to most people, but I thought I would share it. Also, if there are any mistakes in this story, I apologize.
At the time of writing this, I was getting over a concussion. This story happened in upstate New York. My grandfathers friend was hunting with one other person. For privacy reasons, I won’t use any names of the people in this story.
Anyway they came across a road and decided to split up going in opposite directions on the road. He perched himself on a rock and waited till [4:00] in the afternoon, but nothing showed. At this time he decided to meet up with his friend.
Right when he got off the rock he was sitting on, he saw something walking in the woods across a clearing not far from him. The thing walked out of the trees and it had its right side facing him. He didn’t know if it was a bear or a person, and he didn’t know whether to talk to it. He then decided to whistle at it. The thing walked away from him on two legs back into to the forest. It disappeared from his sight. It then walked back out of the forest, this time facing him. They stare at each other before the thing walks back into the woods and out of sight.
My grandfathers friend walked back down the road away from the thing he saw, where he saw his friend walking up to him. He asked him if he had been down where he saw the creature. He said he never went down that way. To this day he insists that it wasn’t a bear cause it would have stumbled on two legs and he swears it wasn’t a person cause they would have alerted him of there presence. He insists it was a Bigfoot.
This is coming from a secondhand source, so you can judge on whether or not it’s true, but I hope to find what he saw.