Near Hone Camp Oregon
(April 24, 2012)
People say, “I want to see a bigfoot.” That was always my answer when asked the year before, but not now. November 2, 2011, I was camping with my family at Hone Camp, a few miles up Canary Road off Oregon 101. In the afternoon we took the Jeep and went into the back country to look for ferns. The road we took was in terrible shape with the road nearly closed in several places from old landslides.
I decided to walk back up a trail that I once hiked some years ago. I told my wife to meet me down the road at an old shack used for log scaling in the 60s. As I proceeded up the trail I had noticed the trail had been littered with broken off branches from the trees lining the trail. I should have turned around right then and went back to the road but I didn’t.
It seemed to me that something wasn’t right but I walked on. As I reached the fork in the trail it was apparent that something was coming up the trail right behind me. I started to turn when a deep sense of danger rushed me, within 15 feet stood a massive shape of an animal. The only thing I thought of was to run. The bigfoot was in between me and the way out so I ran up the trail a few yards only to see what looked to be the end of the trail because a big log was down across it.
I looked again and the bigfoot was gone. I thought maybe I had scared it as bad as it did me. After a minute or two, I slowly headed back down towards the road. The bigfoot was off the trail but I could hear it walking a few feet inside the tree line snapping limbs.
When I finally reached the old road again my wife was only one curve up because another tree had fallen across the road. I told her to move over and we left the area. I have never gone into the woods again without a partner with me. The bigfoot had brown hair covering the body with huge black eyes that seemed to burn into mine. The body of it was at least double my size at 245 lbs. I never want to go through that ever again.