During the following encounter which by chance turned into an aggravated encounter with a possible Sasquatch. This Report Writer believes this is a must read report, especially if you ever consider taking on one of these Sasquatch creatures!
This is the report that was submitted:
Name: Daniel Xxxxx
E-mail: xxxxxxx @xxxxx.xxx
Phone #: xxx-xxx-xxxx.
Date of Sighting: Summer 1979
Location of Sighting-BE PRECISE-State/County/City/ Highway/Address/Trailhead/USFS Road#: Where Albemarle Road crosses over the Xxxxx River in Cabarrus County, North Carolina.
Description of Creature: Color/Ht/Wt/Eye Color/Sounds/odors/How did it walk/Arm movement/how long was its hair? I only saw dark silhouettes. I cannot identify colors. It made long high pitched screams. No odor. It was extremely tall.
What was the Creature Doing When Seen?: I first saw it standing up by the road then squatting looking at us as we fished under the overpass. Later I saw it try to steal a fish.
Please List Weather Conditions/Phase of Moon: Warm clear night about 1/2 moon!
What were you doing at the time of sighting-Please be Precise (Ex-Driving down highway-walking down trail singing, etc): We were fishing on the Rocky River in Cabarrus Country, North Carolina!
Please list and describe your other Bigfoot encounters.: During the summer of 1979 a group of us were fishing at night on the Xxxxx River in Cabarrus County, North Carolina when we encountered what I believe was a Bigfoot. We were a group of about 5 or 6 guys who began fishing during the daylight hours and continued fishing after dark, assisted by a campfire we built on the shore to provide light. While we were fishing we occasionally heard this high screeching, very loud noise, something I’ve never heard before or since, very close to where we were.
Earlier that year before this incident there had been reports in the local media of a Bigfoot nick named “Knobby,” and we started to wonder if this was that same creature. The sound it made was similar to descriptions given in the article below, one person comparing it to a woman in pain, which one might compare its sound to a woman screaming — an inexact but nice way to associate a familiarity to its high pitched screams.
Those earlier sightings were in Cleveland County, north of King’s Mountain. King’s Mountain is about 25 miles west of Charlotte, N.C. We were about 30 miles East of Charlotte not too far across the Cabarrus County line under an overpass for Albemarle Road.
It began on the other side of the river and crossed the river, making the screeching sound on both sides of the river at various points ranging from around 75-150 ft. This went on for several hours, stopping at times for 20 minutes or so before re-delivering a series of screams. At times something was thrown near us, either into the brush or the water. It was very unnerving and annoying.
We were fishing under an overpass way out in the country. The sides of the riverbanks were steep, high embankments. To reach the river we had traveled down a steep narrow path that cut through dense overgrowth.
This creature at one point was screaming on the hill up behind us. During these vocal episodes none of us could see it; it was moving around to different spots and screaming and throwing rocks from various places. There’s a lot of vegetation (bushes) along the banks and up the hill, and it was dark, and none of us had flashlights. We began fishing in the daytime. It didn’t start out as a planned night fishing trip.
At one point when it was up the hill directly behind us I started throwing rocks back. The riverbank has tons of great throwing rocks that are flat on two sides making good aerodynamic throwing rocks. And back then I had a good throwing arm. I threw in the direction of where I heard it scream causing it to move – whose movement rustled the vegetation as it attempted to move in haste from my rocks. I was throwing rocks in rapid succession trying to follow the sound of its movements and I apparently hit it because he let out a vocal ruckus different from his usual screams. It sounded like a combination of pain and anger, a lot more broken up than the long screams it had been making, impressing me that he was cursing me out, sounding like an ape temper tantrum.
Very soon after that I barely ducked from a rock thrown at high velocity, the sound of which I heard wising past my left ear. He was a good 75 feet away when he threw it, which demonstrates the accuracy of a Bigfoot whom must have had a lot of practice throwing rocks. I spent time moving around and staying behind vegetation as he was throwing rocks in my direction. The other fishermen were staying clear of me. But after a short while he stopped throwing them.
A little while later I was standing near the water’s edge facing the river and a rock hit me in the center of my upper back just left of my spine, and it hurt. Very shortly after that another rock hit me in the back of the head and I bent over holding the back of my head and crying out in pain. He drew a little blood on the back of my head, and I got angry. To associate an idiom with my anger, “I just wanted to kill him.” I turned and took off running and ran up the path going uphill. I’m not sure what I was doing, or what I would have actually done if I had found him, but I had not run very far at all up the path when I saw a large dark object run crashing through the brush. He had moved down the path, I guess to get a good shot at me, and I was unknowingly running dead at him. I slowed down to a walk and came to the spot where I had seen him run off of the path. I looked in the direction it had run. Upon hearing a growl walked back down to the river. It didn’t throw rocks at me anymore.
Finally, we all decided to leave, and I was the one carrying the stringer of fish. This thing started its screeching again as we were traveling up, but this time it was about 20 feet behind us, following us up the path. It must have sneaked right down to the edge of where we were fishing because we had just started our trek away from the river when it followed up behind us vocalizing its presence.
It’s a very steep trek up the hill, and at one place we had to climb onto and over this chest high square piece of concrete. We were all scared, because this screeching had intensified and moved closer to us as we were leaving, and we were kind of fighting each other to get up the hill. It became frantic with this thing so close to us and at the concrete block I ended up getting pulled backwards by people climbing over me to get up the hill. I was kind of at a disadvantage because I was carrying the stringer of fish and my poles and tackle box, and my hands were full, and I ended up last.
This creature came right up to where I was and made its screeching noise right behind me, just a few feet away, and I moved laterally down the block of concrete a few steps away from it. I couldn’t see it due to the thick vegetation. It started violently shaking the vegetation, including some young poplar trees, about ten to twelve feet tall, which were on the edge of the path right next to the block, all the while it was screeching over and over, very loudly. The trees it was shaking were maybe six or seven feet from me, but I still couldn’t see it. The path up the hill cut through thick vegetation, and I didn’t have a flashlight.
I think it may have wanted some of the catfish I had on the stringer I was carrying, that it had been harassing us because it wanted to scare us away and take the fish. Maybe that is a common tactic it uses with animals, scare them away from a food source and scavenge it.
I was stuck next to that concrete block because to climb up over it I would have to turn my back to this thing, and I was too scared to do that.
I yelled up to the other guys to come help me but none of them would come back. They continued all the way to the top of the hill. In hindsight maybe if I had thrown it a fish it would have left me alone. To this day I am disappointed that I didn’t give it a fish.
I finally did climb up and over the concrete block, and it never touched me, but before I achieved that I experienced a very close encounter with this beast. In order to climb up I actually had to step closer to the shaking trees that were practically shaking non-stop and climb over the block from that point because the concrete block gets a lot higher where I had moved away from the creature. In order to climb over the block I built up some nerve and walked toward the shaking trees. When I did so it quit shaking them and went silent. I attempted to stick my head into the vegetation to get a look at what was doing this. When I did so I heard a rustling of vegetation as it moved away, then it let out a low growl, and I immediately turned and started to climb up over that block.
Just as I was about to climb onto the concrete block I caught something out of the corner of my eye and I looked down and saw a hand about 4 inches from my right knee. I believe he was trying to get a fish off of the stringer of catfish I was carrying. I saw a side view of his right hand, thumb side up. The shape of the hand looked exactly like a human hand, and as I continued looking I noticed his arm from the elbow to the hand was as long as my entire arm. As I turned to look at more of the arm it quickly retracted it. I continued turning and looking in the direction the arm had retracted to, which was not directly behind me. I ended up turned completely back around with my back to the block, looking at what I perceived was the direction the arm had come from.
I didn’t see anything although his head and shoulder was completely exposed about 4 feet from me. There was a moon out, but the lower part of that vegetation was in the shadows, and it appears he was laying on the ground, his body on the steep portion of the hill, when he reached for a fish. But he must have thought I could see him because he suddenly retreated back into the vegetation, and then is when I saw him, only when he suddenly moved. What I saw was the dark silhouette of his head and a small portion of his upper body suddenly move backwards into the vegetation out of view. It was then that I threw all my stuff on top of the block and climbed over it and got out of there.
A note regarding his behavior: when I glanced down at his hand and arm he froze it. That seems to be one of Bigfoot’s tactics to remain secluded from view. It was only when I was turning looking down at more of his arm that he retracted it in a flash. When I had my back to the creature while facing the block he was more to my left side reaching around me to my right side to nab a fish off of the stringer I had dangling by my right side.
I had not climbed over the concrete block sooner because I had been too scared to turn my back to this beast to climb over the block, and true to form he did emerged from the vegetation when I turned my back. This was like what you would see in a horror movie. Considering his arm was bent at the elbow as it reached around me, it may have been 5 feet long.
When I tell people that I have encountered a Bigfoot the first thing out of their mouth is usually laughter, which is a skeptic’s way of dishing out ridicule. I usually leave off the parts about me actually seeing him and comment we heard his screams but didn’t see him. Which in fact, no one saw him when he was screaming. Then some have come back with things like bobcats can make that kind of noise or some other animal. It leaves me an out for not sounding so crazy or lying.
I also believe I saw the Bigfoot early on before it harassed us, but I thought I was looking at a man. The Rocky River is very narrow at the point where the bridge crosses over it. If you cast too hard it’s possible to hit the bank on the other side of the river. While standing under the bridge (not directly under it, but to the side a bit) I saw what I thought was a man up by the road. There was gap next to the bridge where trees did not obstruct the view all the way to the top. I could see his dark silhouette against the night sky which was not completely dark. There was a moon out, but not a full moon.
was probably looking up about 75 yards to where he was standing when some car lights from the distance lit up the sky around the bridge, upon which I saw him quickly step down the embankment and stand in an area below the road. He was extremely tall. He squatted down behind some vegetation with his head and shoulders exposed while looking down at us. At that distance he might not have realized I was looking up at him. He stayed in that position for a long time. I would occasionally look up and see him still there. I saw him when he stood up and walked out of view due to the trees.
Even without seeing him you would have to conclude it had to be a bigfoot because no other animal could have been doing that: throwing objects, making those sounds, shaking small trees, etc. That is just not something local animals do.
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