Bigfoot Sightings

OBSERVED: We were 12 yrs old and wanted to camp out before school started. We camped by a railroad track and the Yakima River. Back in the day there used be nothing but thickets and brushy meadows. We set up camp and ate our pork and beans and et wood on the fire around 3:00am I was awoken by Ed talking to himself, Ed was saying "what the hell is it?" "what the hell is that?" I got up and put on my glasses and baseball cap and looked towards where Ed was pointing and just on the other side of the railroad tracks was this big huge thing just standing there. I could see its breath in the cool morning air and what seem like steam coming off its body like it just came out of the yakima river. We just stood there looking at it than Ed took off running, I stood there watching it to see what it would do? It seem to move towards me and I took off across the brushy meadow running as fast as only a 12 year old could run. I think I was running so fast my baseball cap blew off my head but I did not stop to go back and get it. I ran until I hit the pavement road and turned left and ran towards the old donald store. I past Ed and kept on running untill I could see the old stores light off in the distance. I made it to the light and I could hear Ed running up behind me, we hit the light and stayed under the light until day break. We walked back to wapato. We never did go back for the camping stuff. Ed is homeless and I work for the DSHS so I see him from time to and give some money and ask him if he remembers what we seen back when we were 12. Ed just laughs and says I'll never forget how huge it was just standing there looking at us. Ed said "what woke me up was this like hard walking or thud, thud than this heavy breathing so when I stood up this thing just stopped and stood there I could'nt believe my eyes, I did'nt even know I was saying "what the hell is it?" and when you got up I felt really scared so I just thought of getting out of there. For 48 years I can still see this thing in my mind. I sometimes drive by that area where we camped, it is all developed now there are no more thickets, I can see the railroad tracks and the yakima river from the road however back in the day one could not see past the thickets and brushy meadows. The brushy meadow is now fram land.

Activities of Witness: I was sleeping and the camp fire had gone out. Ed was standing and looking towards the railroad tracks and saying to himself "what the hell is it?"

Description of Creature: This thing would have to be 9 feet tall to be able to stand that high over the railroad tracks and have massive weight. This thing seemed to be built like two offensive line of the NFL. Tall, wide, massive

Other (Informational or Encounter History in the General Area) Notes: Along the Yakima River the people used to report whistling and dogs running into the homes to scared to be outside. The Yakima River used to have thickets upon thickets old cotton wood trees. People would be awoken by loud knocking out in the woods. Our family had a home with up stairs and down stairs and the living room window was high off the groud, when one night my cousin screamed and yelled there was something ugly looking in the window at her, there had me go around the house and close all the curtains before they would let me up stairs. We stayed up stairs all night until our parents came home from working at the saw mill. Edna said it had a big face and was just looking right at her untill she screamed to this day Edna makes sure all the curtains are closed even before it is getting dark out, her children don't believe well Edna never believed until fear showed its face, the next morning we walked around out side looking for tracks but the wind which blew alnight blew everything away. Our dogs never came back home they moved to our grandmothers home.

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