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Saturday, January 2, 2016

From Our Archive Section

Number 95
Drake

Here's a bigfoot encounter from 1975: August of that year four men from my church went on a week’s worth of ore prospecting near Humbug Mountain State Park. A few miles from Humbug Park is a forest service road that is called Middle Elk Road. McGribble Forest Camp is on this road app 20 miles from Humbug. It was a primitive camp site with one outhouse.

The first day they setup camp and gathered wood for the night fire. George was the first to notice that some animal had pulled bark off a tree and piled it up in a stack. The area was full of huge old growth trees and had never been logged. Two days and nights went by without anything unusual. On day three the four men hiked into a deep canyon where they were told ore was rich in the ground. On the way in they noticed several places where rocks and bark were stacked up.

They thought these might be markers for old claims but no new claims were on the map since 1949 that they had got from the forest service for this area. As they slowly descended down the steep canyon trail they noticed a sharp unpleasant odor seeming to be getting stronger and stronger. Kurt caught sight of movement just down the trail and told the others he had just seen a bear next to a large rock along the trail. When the others got to the rock the smell had become completely overbearing. Something was dead somewhere nearby they thought.

When they reached the bottom of the canyon they noticed large footprints on both sides of the small stream called Purple Mountain Creek. George had his tape in hand and measured some of the tracks at 18 inches and some at 15 inches and yet another set at only 5 inches. As they were discussing what the tracks might be rocks began hitting the ground all around them. The rocks were coming from the other side of the stream and up quite a ways on the mountainside. Some of the rocks were as big as footballs. They took off running back up the steep trail as fast as they could from both fright and surprise.

They ran till they had to stop and rest. They all caught sight of a large hair-covered ape-manlike being of great size coming up the trail behind them. It stopped and watched them closely while they shouted at it. As they started to move up the trail again it seemed to want them out of the area but it never came closer to them. As they walked up the trail it followed them at a distance stopping when they did and moving when they did. When they finally got back to the large rock the creature turned and went back down the trail omitting a sharp whistle several times.

The men were absolutely stunned. When they reached camp they quickly packed up and went down to Humbug Park and phoned the forest service to report it. The forest service said they would "look into it" but as far as the men knew nothing ever became of the report nor were they ever contacted.

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