Rock Thrower of Colorado

Several years ago, my dad was in town on a break from work. My brothers, my dad, and myself decided to go on a fishing trip up to one of our favorite mountains, the Grand Mesa National Forest. On the way up, my brothers had made a joke about Bigfoot. You can obviously see where this tale is going… it wasn’t uncommon for us to bring up the subject of Bigfoot as we always talked about it when we were younger. We were all fascinated by the idea.
Upon the subject being broached, my brother had said something along the lines of, “It’s like your encounter dad.” I was confused and instantly asked what they were talking about. And so our story begins. For the sake of anonymity, I’ll call my dad Wayne for this story.
The town we live in is the very same town that my dad grew up in. Back when my dad was in his late twenties, he and his friends decided to go late night catfishing right off the Colorado River. They were fishing right off the bank and had a nice fire going – drinking beers, talking about girls, and who knows what else.
About an hour into their late night fishing trip, they heard a very loud splash in the water. Right away one of the first things they had thought was it must be a beaver slapping its tail in the water. Not long after, another loud splash occurred, but closer. “That sounded like a rock” one of them stated.
My dad and his friends walked to the edge of the water. They scanned parts of the bank that was not hidden in foliage. My dad looked into the river itself and on the bank on the opposing side. In the middle of the night, the moonlight cast some light – light enough so that my dad could see movement directly across from them on the other side of the river, even though it was in a dark shadow.
At that instant, a large rock landed just short of my dad’s feet, splashing him and his friend Chuck. Instantly, my dad knew it had come from the other side of the river.
This spot on the Colorado River is well over 400ft wide. I don’t know how many of you have tried to throw a golf ball-sized rock that distance, but it’s not easy. River rocks vary anywhere from 2 inches in diameter to 10 inches – the rocks that were being thrown were at least 10 inches in diameter.
As my dad and his friends were staring across the river, unable to detect the source of the rock thrower, another stone hurled directly at them. The group scattered as it hit the soil in between the four of them.
One of them grabbed the cobblestone, using both hands to do so. Slowly, they all went back to the fire. There was a moment of silence as none of them knew how to react. Finally, Lopez spoke, “Who the hell can throw a rock that big across the river?” An obvious question but one they were all thinking.
A few moments passed and it seemed to stop. They began to loosen up a little bit, enjoying their beer and almost getting to the point of laughing the incident off when out of nowhere, John screamed, “Wayne duck!” My dad dodged to the side as yet another large stone came all the way across and hit their fire pit. That was enough. My dad and his friends withdrew their fishing poles, jumped in the truck, and left.
They had talked a few times trying to figure out what it was that possibly could have been doing that. The verdict finally being that some kids must have come up with some sort of catapult and they were just too well hidden for them to see (though my dad never really accepted that explanation).
Well, you all guessed it, there’s a part 2 to this story as well…. At the end of the summer, a friend of my dad’s that we’ll call Tim, called my dad to see if he wanted to catfish by boat that night. Tim had gotten a new aluminum boat that he kept wanting to fish out of. Reluctantly, my dad accepted since he had turned him down all summer to hang out with him. It wasn’t because of the previous events that took place, those were pretty much in the back of my dad’s mind. Tim, even though he was a friend, got on my dad’s nerves.
It had been a full moon that night so they decided to hit the river with the boat. Most of the night had been pretty uneventful, catching a few fish, having a few laughs, and obviously having a few beers. It was the last leg of their journey when out of nowhere, something hit the boat. It was a very loud “ping” that shook both them awake in a half-dazed state.
“What the f***?” was all Tim could get out before there was a loud splash in front of the boat. They both looked around and it was there that my dad spotted it – on the south side of the river, was a large silhouette. The river’s pace had them just drifting along, but the moon and sky were so clear that my dad could see the figure (big, whoever he was or whatever it was).
The large silhouette bent over and grabbed another rock and hurled it their way, again striking the boat. Enough had been enough! My dad, not sure what to think, reached down and grabbed his 38 revolver. He knelt on one knee, aiming the pistol at the figure. It seemed not to care as it just kept slowly walking staying at the same pace as the boat.
When it bent down again, presumably to grab another rock, my dad fired a shot in the air. The figure rose suddenly, and in the same awkward throwing motion, hurled another rock which flew over the boat, splashing behind it.
My dad, fed up, fired again but this time in front of the shadowy figure, not trying to hit it, but definitely trying to scare it. It didn’t work, and the figure stayed side by side in pace with them.
Tim, being the cowardly type, was freaking out. My dad, also scared, was definitely curious as to just who the hell it was, why they were so big, and why they had been messing with them.
He would not get his answer, though, as the river began to pick up pace and in doing so, the silhouette sped up its walk in an effort to keep up with them. Finally, the figure just stopped and stared at them. My dad never stopped looking at the figure until it was out of sight.
So, you might be thinking, “Okay, your dad told you a Bigfoot story.” There’s a problem with that, though – if you know my dad, you know he is very down-to-earth. If my brothers and I tell him a story about how big a fish we caught was, my dad lowers its size even if he’s wrong. The point being, he under embellishes everything. Even when he told me this story, he made it sound like it was no big deal. The other problem with this is that my dad never made the correlation of the figure being a Bigfoot until about 30 years later when his friend was watching a documentary about Bigfoot with my dad. They saw when people reported the alleged habits of Bigfoots, that a common one is that they throw rocks.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my stories. These happened to my family, obviously not to me, but I thought I would share

A true Sasquatch sighting

This happened when I was 11 years old. I used to have this old little electric mini bike that went about 20 or so miles per hour and had a small little light on the front of it so I could see in the dark. I used it to get to and back from my friends’ house. On one particular summer night, I drove over to a friends house on my mini bike at around 5 or 6 pm to play with him on his Xbox 360, I believe we played Call of Duty 4, or World at War, I’m not sure which one we played. All I know, is that I stayed there till around 9:00 at night, and since my parents were easy going parents and we lived about 2 miles away from this friend, they didn’t mind that I’d come home late or drive to my friends house on the little mini bike, since it went at a decent speed.

When I went outside of my friends house after I said goodbye to him, I went to go on my mini bike to drive back home. Keep in mind the whole way there, around his house and mine, too, is are largely wooded area, so we would always hear creatures moving around and always hear crickets. When I hopped on my mini bike, I heard nothing at all, not even any crickets. It was just silence. This was very odd because we always hear them and there are thousands of them in the woods. There was something that made them quiet. Take note that the mini bike was electric and didn’t make much sound when it accelerated.

Since it was summer, and pretty early in the summer around Mid July, it was still pretty light out at 9 PM, not too light but enough to make out someones face from about 10-15 yards away. As I started heading home, I felt very uneasy, as if I was being watched, and still heard nothing of the crickets. I was coming up at a T Junction where I would have to turn left and continue down that road for about a half mile and make another left at an unlit intersection and continue going straight until my house came up. As I was approaching the T Junction, I could barely make out something in the trees straight ahead of me. I saw a pair of eyes in the trees. My first instinct thinking it was maybe an owl or something because we get quite a few owls up where we live, until, I saw it had blood red eyes.

When I got closer, I could tell that whatever the fuck that thing was was not an owl and it’s eyes were 9 feet off the fucking ground. Before I go on, I must say that there is a legend around where I lived that late at night, Sasquatch would come out and hunt.. which was obvious (or so I thought) bullshit. I never believed in Bigfoot or any cryptids, but, when I saw these eyes and how far they were off of the ground, I immediately thought of this legend. I pissed my pants when I saw this, because I was a very paranoid person at the time (and still am) and would always assume the worst. I was terrified and knew that I would have to make this T Junction very fast and and book it the fuck home.

When I turned left I was going as fast as I could on that mini bike. I lost sight of the eyes and thought the thing had just fucked off, until I heard in the woods that whatever this fucking thing was was easily keeping pace with me. I started crying at this point and kept just driving as fast as I could down the road. I started approaching the intersection where the trees stopped and there would be a bit of a clearing on all sides of it, and saw a 9 and a half foot tall hairy, disgusting looking beast come out of the fucking woods that was coming straight for me. I made the left as fast as I could and I’m not sure if it was a miracle but I saw a pair of headlights coming down the road. I turned behind me and saw the beast step into the woods, because it knew it would be illuminated by this person’s headlights. As soon as I passed the person, I heard the crickets again, and hoped that this beast fucked off.

When I got home I shut the garage door, and locked every door and window in the house. My mom saw me obviously uneasy and pale and asked what was wrong. I never told her, or anyone what ever happened to me until now. I don’t know what that thing was, possibly a ‘Sasquatch’, but whatever it was, I hope I never see it again. I have since moved into a dorm at my college and seldom visit my parents who still live where they did when I was 11. I hope no one ever has to endure the fear I was in and I truly hope no one ever sees what I did.

My name is Jack, but I’d like to remain anonymous. Thank you for your time.

Watcher in the Woods

This encounter took place in 2010. My boyfriend and I were in our mid-twenties. It was summertime. We were lucky enough to get time off work at the same time, so we decided to spend a couple nights at my family cabin. The cabin is located in Northwestern Ontario, Canada, in a remote area about 40 minutes away from the nearest town. It’s on a medium sized lake surrounded by dense forest. There are only 20 cabins on the lake, spread out quite far from each other. We were there in the middle of the week, so there weren’t many people on the lake. I should mention that the cabin is on an island.

Our plan was to get there Tuesday night and leave Thursday morning. We arrived and spent the first night without incident. On Wednesday, we took the canoe out for a short ride. We parked it on the mainland and went on a hike down an old logging road. The road hasn’t been driven down in years. It’s overgrown and as far as I know people only use it for blueberry picking now, but it goes into the bush for quite a few kilometers. The two of us hiked down the road for 2 hours, sat down for a small lunch, then decided to turn back. On our way back, I couldn’t shake the heavy feeling that we were being watched and followed. It only occurred to me then that if anything bad were to happen to us, no one was coming to help. In hindsight, we should have told someone about our hiking plans, just in case, but it was too late for that. I tried my best to dismiss how I felt and didn’t even mention it to my boyfriend.

We found the canoe where we had left it tied up. We got in and started paddling home. I was in the back of the canoe, steering. I couldn’t help but turn around and look behind us. The first time I did so, I thought I saw a large shadow move in among the trees a short distance from where we had parked the canoe. When I looked back the second time, I saw nothing. I immediately dismissed what I saw. I reminded myself that your eyes can easily play tricks on you when looking into the shadows of a densely packed forest.

We got back to the cabin, had something to eat, played some cards and hung out. At around midnight, we decided to head down to the dock to do some stargazing. We’re lucky enough to see the northern lights all year round. We were sitting on the dock, looking at the stars, when we started kissing. Thirty seconds later, just behind us, there was a loud crash back in the bush. It sounded like there was a big animal moving around, breaking branches and twigs about 60 feet away from us. Whatever it was, it was HUGE. We both instantly turned around. My boyfriend asked, “What is that?!” “I have no idea,” I said, “We don’t get animals that big on the island.” Just then, the creature started grunting and stomping its feet on the ground. My boyfriend muttered, “What the…?” “I… I don’t know,” I replied. It was so dark outside that we couldn’t see anything in the direction of the sounds. Neither of us had bothered to bring a flashlight as it was easy enough for us to walk back up the path by following the kitchen light we’d left on. We both stood up and ran back up to the cabin.

Back inside, we closed everything but the kitchen window and sat there and listened. Nothing. We heard nothing outside. We tried to look out the windows, but it was pitch black. We sat there and discussed what it could have been. We decided the only two animals remotely that big in the area are moose, which are extremely rare and have never been seen on the island, and black bears. I explained to my boyfriend that bears rarely swim out to the island from the mainland. We hadn’t had one on our property in years. “Besides,” I joked, “since when do black bears interrupt people having romantic moments in the moonlight by crashing through the bush and stomping their feet?” My boyfriend didn’t think that was so funny.

We eventually went to bed. There are two single beds in the back bedroom. One of the beds is situated right under the bedroom window. The pillow sits about 2 inches below the window sill. This is the bed I always sleep in. I like to keep the window open to let in the fresh forest air and sounds. That night I kept the window closed tight and pulled the blinds shut. We were laying in our beds talking when all of a sudden this horrible smell enveloped my entire head. It was like nothing I had ever smelled before. It was a putrid combination of wet dog, body odor, and rotting garbage. I will never forget that smell. I must have made a disgusted noise because my boyfriend asked what was wrong. I told him to come over to my bed and smell the horrible stench coming through the window. He smelled it too. Again, we had no idea what it was and neither of us wanted to open the blinds to investigate. The smell disappeared as quickly as it had come. A short time later we went to sleep.

The next morning we thoroughly checked around the cabin and dock for signs of bear. We found nothing. We ate a quick breakfast and left the cabin for home.

It honestly didn’t occur to me until weeks later what the creature could have been… a Sasquatch. Although not as prevalent as on the west coast of North America, there is a long history of Bigfoot sightings in the woods of Northwestern Ontario. I did a bit of research and discovered that Sasquatch have been known to display ape-like behavior such as throwing rocks and stomping feet. People that have close encounters with Bigfoot often report the creature having a very strong odor. In addition, Bigfoot are widely believed to be very strong swimmers, so it would have had no problem following us back to the cabin by swimming and island hopping.

As an avid camper, hiker, and lifelong cottager, who has seen many bears over the years, I don’t believe for a second that that thing was a bear. Over the 50 plus years my family has owned the property, every bear has left obvious evidence behind. Evidence such as piles of excrement, claw marks on window sills and walls of the cabin, ripped patio and window screens, or tipped over garbage cans and barbecue. Bears create a lot of noise and can be very destructive. The creature we encountered was quiet and sneaky when it wanted to be. Too clever for a bear.

The creature must have followed us back from our hike down the logging road. And to think it could have been only inches away from my head, listening and sniffing me through the thin pane of glass. These thoughts give me the chills to this day. My boyfriend never believed my Bigfoot theory, but he did admit he doubted it was a bear. If not a bear, than what was it? I’ll never go down that logging road again and next time I feel like something is following me through the woods, I’ll trust my instincts and run.

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