Bigfoot Sightings

OBSERVED: I was driving down Xxxxxx blvd surveying the Xxxxxxxxx preserve as a potential field research area due it's history of sightings when I came upon a very large log that was drug over to the fence from the inside of the preserve. The log itself was around 700-800 lbs or so and about 13-14 feet long. In the early 1990's I built these fences around the entire preserve. Strangely we were instructed to place the Barbed wire posting on the top of the chain-link so that it was facing towards the inside of the wildlife preserve. We noted then that they must have wanted to keep something in there. Anyway I pulled over to survey the log on the fence and noticed a canal that ran along the side of the preserve. I pulled over and grabbed my fishing rod out of the car, I intended to walk the perimeter of the park while fishing the canal. I walked for a while down the canal making casts from time to time. I found signs of wild hogs everywhere. They’re a feral species here in Florida, wild hog populations have skyrocketed over the course of the last fifty years. They tear up the ground in large swatches feeding, or “Rooting” as we say down here. They damage the environments they inhabit and are considered a nuisance. However, they are also easier to catch than a deer and probably represent a large part of the Sasquatches’ diet here in the south. As I walked the bank glancing around carefully, I came upon something odd. There in the water, at the edge of the canal, was a large, flat rock with freshly smashed apple snail shells, and fresh water muscle shells all over it and right next to it was the soft ball sized rock that was used to smash them on the larger rock. After I looked at this curiously for a second, it struck me like lightning. Someone was eating these snails and mussels, these disgusting slimy things. The smaller rock was way too heavy to have been used by an otter. It was obvious it took hands to accomplish this feat and get to the “Slimy surprise” inside. “Could it be a bum, perhaps?” I thought a second. I’d never seen a homeless person in this area and he would have to be real hungry to want to eat some of those things. I looked across the other side of the canal, there’s a golf course and apartments right there no more than a hundred yards away. I glanced around the bank and in the water in front of me and found some of the weeds were disturbed a foot or so out into the water. I reached out and cleared the weeds away, revealing two perfect, sixteen-inch human foot shaped punch holes on the bottom. I glance up the steep bank and saw two more successive disturbances in the sugar sand. I was dumbfounded. I followed the trail up the bank and traced out the possible route in the grass, and straight ahead, about twenty feet away, the barbed wire perimeter fence of the preserve was flattened to the ground. I walked over to the fence-line. The cover just inside the fence was deep grass, and then a few yards more was a very thick wall of jungle. I could not believe this was happening. I considered the possibility that this could really be evidence of this creature being here. I stepped over the broken fencing and proceeded into the preserve. Right inside the smashed down fence in the tall thick grass, I found another 16 inch track. I noticed my feet were not permanently mashing down the grass as I stepped. Whatever left this track was really big and heavy and had a human shaped foot. I shot footage of the track with my cell phone. When I looked up to follow the trail and see if there were more tracks, I saw there was a very strange looking tunnel into the very thick, twenty foot high jungle wall. The game trail was not only obvious on the ground, but so was the seven foot high “Hole” through the overgrown wall of plant-life. As I approached the hole in the thick bushes I noticed that it was made…not natural, as the branches were snapped off around the sides and over head creating a passageway. I thought a moment about what I was considering. All of this was real fresh, possibly only hours old. Was someone still here, somewhere close? Was I going to find some homeless encampment and a guy with abnormally large bare feet and snails on his breath? I had to know. So I walked into the hole and followed the trail. Keep in mind; this is not way out in the middle of nowhere, this is literally the western edge of the city of Palm Beach gardens Florida; on the boarder of the city and the swamp. The heat was unbearable. All kinds of spiders and unfamiliar bugs were getting all over me. I smacked at them repeatedly. As I made my way in I noticed the work that had been done to create the tunnel trail I was on. I kept thinking it was so unbearable, who would want to be in here? Eventually I came upon a spot where the tunnel opened up into a big circular area, around fifteen feet in diameter. Still under the canopy of trees and vines-shafts of light from the ceiling penetrated all around me. It was dead quiet. No birds or noise, except the sound of the tractor trailers rumbling in the distance on the highway my car was parked on. I caught a whiff of something I had never smelled before. It was like a really nasty, unclean, person mixed with a skunky, wet animal odor. The smell was overpowering. I listened for a second and heard nothing. I decided I would stir things up a bit, so at the top of my lungs I let out three very “roarishly” aggressive screams. Right then, in the bushes around thirty feet away, outside the clearing behind a large banyan tree, something groaned deeply with an obvious and very clear, “manly” irritated tone. It sounded like a very big, tired man just waking up. The bush popped and rustled a little bit. To me, it sounded like someone stood up. I could hear faint, deep mouth breathing and wheezing. I’m telling you right now I am not afraid of much that I have ever seen or heard in the state of Florida, but right then, at that moment…I nearly fainted. A cold wave of anxiety washed over me. I had no Idea what was going to happen next. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his presence intensely. It was ominous. My blood ran cold, the hair on my arms and neck raised. A second or two later the most incredible thing that had ever me in my life to that point happened. “He” repeated and copied the exact three screams I shot at him, but he added a sarcastic inflection at the end of each. They were directed right at me, there was no question about it. I felt each scream in my chest. They were impossibly powerful and obviously a sarcastic response to being woke up. I actually felt ashamed for a second for waking him up. I was shocked and in full panic mode at that point, frozen with fear. Many things flashed through my mind all at the same time. I was alone, was I about to be ripped apart? This thing was obviously gigantic. I did not know what to do. Would he charge at me? Should I run? I didn’t move a muscle and my mouth was hung open. Then all at once, he took off smashing everything in his path. At first I thought he was coming at me…he was going to get me. Although I could hear clearly, only one set of feet thumping, the noise level of the damage being done was like ten big men going nuts. He was going the other way. The next thing I knew…I was tearing through the bush in the opposite direction…I had lost all control of myself and was fleeing, back out the tunnel trail. I was in full flight, survival sprint mode. I could hear him tearing away in the other direction for a few seconds as I ran. To my own horror…I fell a few times. I ran into a few trees, broken branches, and got caught in several vines that seemed to reach out for me. I felt like the cliché movie victim that keeps falling, and tripping on every stupid thing. In my mind…He was going get me. I think I even made those guttural panicky sounds as I ran. Finally I cleared the tunnel and downed fence. I peeled to the right and headed towards the car. I ran the entire way back to the car at full speed glancing behind me occasionally, terrified of what I might see. I must have looked insane. I got to the car, collapsed on the ground on the far side of the vehicle and peeked over the trunk, I was in shock. I couldn’t catch my breath. My heart was pounding out of my chest. A semi truck rumbled past on the road behind me and I shuttered. I was completely, one hundred percent-freaked out of my mind. Eventually as the moments passed I settled down and honestly, I had trouble accepting what had just happened to me. I didn’t want to believe it. For a minute, I couldn’t believe it. I tried to tell myself it wasn’t real. Then…as the moments went by…I came to grips with the reality that I was not still in my bed, I was covered from head to toe in sweat, bugs, cuts and mud. It was the single most surreal moment of my life…up to that point. I can tell you absolutely that what did in fact scream at me from the thick cover just ahead of my position and then ran off on two very powerful legs smashing down everything in its path…Was not a bear or a normal human being. It was not an ape or a monkey of some type, it was something else and although it did sound very human and intelligent; it also sounded like a “Giant” human being when it yelled at me in the ultra deep tone and sheer power of its voice and as it ran off. It was that moment; I was confronted by some very important questions. “How was this actually happening to me?” “How don’t they, meaning the authorities, know this is real?” “Someone has to know this is going on.” As I left the area in my car, on the busy highway, I realized I’d left my fishing pole leaning against a bush back at the trail head. I made a U-turn and pulled back in. I cautiously snuck back to the trail head, watching the tunnel intensely, retrieved my fishing pole and jogged back to my car. In the days that followed I questioned myself a thousand times and listened to every possible recording of a Bigfoot that I could find on the internet. It’s funny; the craziest sounding recordings I found, sounded like “Taz” from “looney tunes,” and those were the ones most similar to the deep tone of what I heard. There is no question in my mind; I was within thirty feet of a living giant. Take it or leave it, I know the tracks I found that day and the yells I heard were unlike any I’d ever seen or heard in Florida. I couldn’t get past the “Human” intelligence and the obvious emotional inflection of the yells that were directed at me. This couldn’t have been an ape

Other Notes: I have interviewed this parks staff on several occasions and they are aware of the creatures presence in the area. However they refuse to comment on the issue for fear of reprisal from higher authority.

Other (Informational or Encounter History in the General Area) Notes: several including my sighting a little over a year later

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