Comment: Jack T
Thanks for the word buddy. Last week was bad for me and another person. We were Elk hunting just south of the Illinois River in southern Oregon and had made camp at 3 in the afternoon. The place was called the "Craggie's" a name for the area we camped in. Along around suppertime, we noticed a foul smell in the air. Not giving it much notice, we made supper and began to eat. The loud roar of something came from far off.
Soon the smell was down right nauseating to us. As it got stronger and stronger the scream got nearer. Finally at 9:30 we had had enough of whatever it was near the camp. We tore down the tent and threw the gear in the truck and left. We went over 10 miles down the road and slept in the truck till light.
At light we decided to go back to the old camp and see if anything was out of place. Yes, indeed there was. Big foot prints all around the firebricks and a trail leading off down the side of the mountain. We measured the tracks at 18.75 inches. The prints were of a 5 toed animal or human but too heavy and big for that. One thing we noticed right away the smell was still there but faint in the air.
Trying to report this type of thing isn't easy Linda. We received smiles and a handshake from the ranger. He told me that others have smelled that same thing and it turned out to be a dead deer carcass. We told the ranger a deer doesn't make giant human shaped footprints and again got a smile and a shrug. Then the theory of the guy was somebody played a game with us. No way was it somebody playing games. The nearest hunters were over 7 miles away. Go figure that one. The ranger never wrote one word down on anything.