| Bigfoot abduction – Oregon Will the arrogance of human beings ever know an any bounds? I ask this after having survived living with the creatures known as bigfoot for almost rwo weeks when I was a boy of age fourteen. I’m almost sixty now and this is the first time I have ever told this story to anybody save a handful of close friends because I knew nobody would ever believe me. If it hadn’t been so real, so constantly life-and-death, maybe I wouldn’t remember it so clearly but when you experience something and your body is full of adrenaline, you will remember things better. Its a proven fact. They did an experiment using mice and their ability to remember where the safe place was in a water filled environment. There was a shallow spot they could rest which was clear, therefore invisible, but the mice that had found the spot before, which were injected with adrenaline, were able to find it almost immediately the second time compared to their counterparts which did not get the adrenaline and they failed badly. I’m just saying, cause even if you believe some of my story you’re not gonna believe all of it. Hell I remember it like yesterday and clear as a bell and even I still have trouble believing but I know what i saw and I know what i experienced. Plus I know the slash down my backside wasn’t imagined but I will get to that in due time. My folks were going through a divorce. Itr was a nasty one or so I am told. I only ever had one other one to compare with and that was my own so naturallly I thought mine was the worst ever. Anyways so I had backed my Mom because my old man was screwing his secretary which apparently was a common thing back then but what wasn’t so common was leaving your family to marry her. So anyways I backed Mom and then later on she repaid my loyalty by lying to me to keep me away from an older girlfriend which ended in my having to go to my father’s to ask him if I could stay there which is how this story starts. Rather than go to my Dad’s place I headed for the woods. We lived in a small town not far from the city of Medford Oregon which I won’t say which one but it has plenty of forest surrounding the area. I will say this about that forest; people have no idea the kind of shit that goes on in those heavily timbered mountains that surround their little towns because if they did they would be terrified. Anyways I had parked my ride and went out into the woods to figure out what I was going to do. Eat my pride and go to my Dad and his new bride and ask if I could stay there? Or go back to my Mother and allow her to get away with treating me so badly. I swiped a bottle of vodka from my Mom’s house which was probably mostly water because I had been stealing it out of there for months and replacing it with water (my Mom didn’t drink so could be years before she would know) but there must have been enough to get me drunk because I got drunk and passed out there in the woods. I might have fallen down a few times and might have been crying, I’m not sure. I just know that when i woke up I was being carried up a tree and we were already a long way up. I freaked and tried to get away and almost fell right then to my death but she had a grip like steal and would not let go. She held me like I was a dog that was stinking from being wet and dirty. Which I was a little wet and a lot dirty but later I would figure out it was the alcohol she found to be so offensive. Even though it had been hours since i had my last drink. Animals find anything artificial to nature to be at the least a little offensive and in the case of a poison such as alcohol … well they just don’t have any use for it at all. Now this next part is going to disappoint a whole bunch of whackos out there that go around thinking that the bigfoot is some kind of dimension jumping genius which is tied in with the aliens and the orbs of light and for all i know a Spanish speaking snake that lives in Canada and only eats moose. No folks, they are just animals. They’ve figured out how to exist without most people knowing they are there. And certainly in what numbers. While II was captive I lived in a group of about 40 or so. They spent most of the their time way up in the tops of the trees and with the exception of when they had their fight with the other band of bigfoot, they always would travel so that just one of them was on the ground. Sort of makes sense now why most times people would only see one. The rest were so far up those tall trees that you couldn’t see them from the ground even if you knew to look up there for them. They would send one down and he would come back with an entire elk or as many as four big hogs, two under each arm until he reached the tree then the rest would help him to bring them up. They could for the most part move freely using the big evergreens. Even with me holding onto her back the female that took care of me; had no trouble leaping from one tree to the next. The strength these things have is beyond your wildest imagination. Well that plus they are so agile. You think you know agile, but you don’t until you’ve seen them cruising the tops of those big trees. I ate raw elk but passed on the pig worried that I might pick up ring worm or something worse. Sometimes the pigs they brought were missing legs. I can only assume they were being farmed and the missing legs were a guarantee that the meal stayed fresh while not straying too far away. Apparently the big creatures can go much farther on less water than we can because I was always thirsty by the time we stopped to get a drink and I had the distinct impression that we were stopping more often than they would have otherwise … so I could get water. The female who cared for me did it very well all things considered. They have nests up there and I gathered early on that this female had a child which had died because what was left of it was still in her nest. I guess I was her attempt to replace the baby. Maybe she was crazy. One of the big males came around when she first brought me up there and he looked at me for about a minute which seemed like an hour, and then he looked at her and if its possible I think that animal looked perplexed. That’s the word I would use and the only one I could use, to describe the look on that creatures face. Then he glanced back at me for a second and shook his head up and down like he was agreeing though I know if anything it meant just the opposite. Then he sprung off to where ever he went. They chatter among themselves quite a bit but that little incident nothing was uttered. People are going to say I am full of it and those that don’t are going to think it but I tell you I think that beast showed compassion for the female and then even knowing he should have killed me and taken no chances I would give away all their secrets, assuming he could think that far, he chose to not upset that female any further than she had already endured with having lost her baby. I gotta tell you now that I am the age I have reached, and all that i have seen; I’m not so sure a human being would have made the same decision if in the same shoes as that beast. Whether you want to argue that a human would see the fault in allowing an enemy to live and thus possibly give away important information, or not, you cannot argue the creature showing compassion for another. Something us humans have argued that only we were capable of doing. But before you get all warm and fuzzy inside and start oohing and awwing let me tell you about the battle. AsI I said, people have no idea how many of them there are out there and frankly it is man’s arrogance that helps hide them more than any other one thing. People just a) don’t believe anything could exist, especially on the level that these things do, without them having knowledge of it. We’re too smart. How could a simple beast outsmart the genius that is mankind? Well folks its been done on a regular basis since as long as we been genuises. Oh and you scientists who claim there can’t be a bigfoot because we would have found their skeletons. Well I saw a whole bunch of their dead bodies laying about but everyone of them was gone by the next day when I was able to look the area over. They aren’t beaming up to the enterprise and they’re not switching to a different dimmension. They’re simple but intelligent animals. Nothing more. As for the bodies … well I think they eat their dead. It might have something to do with power because I think the dead were eaten by the young males and only them but I am not one hundred percent sure. When they fight. Everybody fights. I would assume even the sick because my female went along with the others and she carried me on her back. That is how I got that scar on my back. It wasn’t a bite or a scratch from another bigfoot. My female jumped out of the tree onto another bigfoot and on the way down I got scratched by a dead branch. I can only assume she didn’t take my extra added width into the equation when she calculated her ambush. Oh and by the way. Any of you folks that think you get into the woods unseen have a lot to learn. These things are stealthy yet the group i was with knew the attacking group was coming a long time before the fight took place. They are organized and communicate across great distances in a variety of ways. I would say it is not an under-estimation to claim that any time you see one of them … there are probably thirty or more within a close vicinity. I’ve heard tales over the years about how if you did try to kill one of them that it would end very badly for you and I’ve heard many tell that when they had the beast in their sights that something told them not to shoot because it would end badly. They were SO right! They would have been literally ripped to pieces and I mean pieces. I learned in my later years that Daniel Boone was said to have boasted killing one in his day but after having lived with them and seen how they are: I seriously doubt mr Boone killed a bigfoot. Especially not back then when they could have tracked him for weeks or even months and believe me I think they would have. Well to get back to my story the scratch down my back ended up being my ticket home. We returned to their place high up in the trees (the fight took place on the ground exclusively, and i don’t know if that is always done that way or not) and all was good since we won the fight, out numbering the opposition by nearly two to one, and to the best of my knowledge not many of the other side got away though I might be wrong. BUt I think they fight to the last man, . or woman. Anyway the next few days I became sicker and sicker from that scratch. Got infected and finally she carried me back down and took me back to where she must have found me. I could see my ride from where she left me. No good-bye. Nothing. She just carried me to that spot where she let me go and turned around and left. . I stumbled to my ride and got the out of there as fast as I could. . I got home and from there was taken to get medical attention. I told a whopper of a lie and everybody was so glad i was back that they never questioned my story. |   |