This story was told to me by my friends grandpa, shortly before his untimely death at the young age of 52. It was told to him by his uncle, a deep-woods logger of the 1950's, 60's, and 70's, for the first time when he was around ten years old. He heard the story a few more times throughout the years before his uncle's passing.
The story is as follows:
The uncle was a deep-woods logger in the Washington, Oregon, and Northern California areas. During these times, they had many protesters who would venture out into the woods to try to stop them. They had many reasons to protest; the chopping of the trees, the pollution, but the main reason, was because of the endangered Spotted Owl, and the risk that the loggers posed to the owl's environment.
Because of these protesters, and the vandalism they would sometimes commit, it was common practice for the loggers to leave at least one crew member behind over night/weekends to guard the camp.
One particular morning, as they drove into camp in the dawning light, they saw something they could not believe. Their tractors and other heavy equipment were all turned over, flipped completely upside down. All of their 55 gallon drums of diesel fuel were thrown up into the trees. The entire campsite looked thrashed. And throughout all of this, the loggers kept saying to themselves,
"Well where's Billy? He was supposed to be guarding the camp! How could he have let this happen?"
No one at the time thought anything was particularly out of the ordinary, even given the extent of the damage. It would take an awful lot of man-power to flip over a tractor, let alone multiple tractors, and to throw the extremely heavy 55 gallon steel drums of diesel so high up into the trees that they were all stuck in the canopy. Nevertheless, no one thought a 'creature', let alone a Bigfoot, was to blame. The first and only thought that came to their minds was that it was the "damn protesters" and that Billy had utterly failed to either run them off, or adequately defend the campsite.
As they finished pulling into camp and parked in front of their deep-woods lodge, they still were discussing how many protesters it must have taken to have done this, and why didn't Billy do what he was left there to do. They had no idea the sight that awaited them inside the cabin.
They opened the door and went inside, and there was Billy, backed as tight as he can into the corner, shotgun in hand, pointed right at them, fresh shells strewn out of the box, at the ready to be loaded should need be. He was shaking badly from fear, and he yelled at the entering crew:
"It was Bigfoot, man! It was f**king Bigfoot!!"
He went on to tell them that in the middle of the night, while he was asleep, he was suddenly awakened to something pounding on the cabin, and deathly loud hooting and hollering. He got up and ran to the window, where he was met face to face with a Sasquatch creature, glaring in at him with a look that put the fear right into him. Through all the banging and hollering, he grabbed the shotgun, and tried to get it ready. He stole glances out the windows here and there, but ultimately, was too scared to even try to confront the creature, and retreated to the corner, where he slumped down, defeated, and remained there all night, shaking in fear.
From the quick glances he managed to get outside the window, and the noises he was hearing, he determined that it was a family of Sasquatch; a "Mom and Dad", and a "Daughter and Son". The mother/daughter were the ones pounding on the cabin/keeping him from coming outside, while the Dad/Son went and flipped over all the tractors and threw the diesel into the trees. The entire encounter lasted no longer then ten to fifteen minutes, and then they left, disappearing back into the deep woods from whence they came.
So make sure if you go out into the deep woods, especially at night, that you are prepared for what might be lurking out in the wilds. There's a Sasquatch out there, and it does not like us intruding/invading in it's already vastly dwindled habitat. If you're not careful, it might be you, who's next...
Good!
Lovely retelling! I am sure that the details are true. Let's hope the Sasquatch have relatives in the Amazon. I hear the woods there also need protecting!
Bigfoot is Real...
Wow! So, what happened next? Did the logging continued?
Anyhow, cool story. Aloha
As far as I know the uncle continued to log for many years after that, so the operation probably continued as planned; though I imagine they all garnered a new perspective on what hidden mysteries the world still holds.
They definitely were delayed for a few weeks though while they recovered the campsite, it would have taken another crane to flip the tractors back over and to recover the diesel fuel. The crane they already had was flipped over.
Not to mention they still had to deal with the almost constant badgering/disrupting of the protesters during this time as well, causing further delays.
Just enough time for Bigfoot and family to move out. Thank u. Aloha!
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