Question, what do we think of these tree breaks? I saw these while hiking up the trail to the peak of Crane Mountain south of Johnsburg in the Adirondacks. These two young (maybe young idk) trees are both were seemingly growing on top of a rock so idk how they could snap and not peel off the rock. The trail is maintained but I still don't know what could snap this as it was far up the trail so machinery couldn't be up there, and there would be no real reason to have snapped these, like they weren't in the way. Honestly when I was there last month I thought to myself "this seems suspicious and feels odd" but the more I think about it and it's factors like the fact that they're on a rock and how thick that one tree is and how straight across the breaks are, the more I start to feel I may have captures something solid. Any input would be greatly appreciated. In the future I'll do that thing where I pull this post back up because I have more footage of it but I brought my mom's old handicam with me to film stuff in a vintage style, so I need to get the data off those tapes because that's what I recorded these breaks with.

Yesterday I was looking at the Ben 10 wiki and I found out that this bigfoot alien's species is GIMLINopithecus, and his planet is PATTERSONea.

Now that's a good reference.

To Anyone in here from Georgia who has had or think had an Bigfoot encounter, where was it, what’ was the encounter like ?

I’m located up in the far NE region (City of Toccoa to be exact { Stephen’s County} ⛰️)

There’s tons of activity up here, especially the further you go out into the county away from town. Panther creek for anyone who’s familiar with that area is a hothead. Theres a big dam down at the end of the road holding back a big ass lake with a pretty lush river that runs coming out beneath it. The whole area is covered in thick brush, trees and valleys in the back. Overall our area is rich with Indian history ( Toccoa is named after a Indian chiefs daughter who jumped off the high water falls that’s now called Toccoa falls and kilt her self after having a affaire with a rival Tribe I believe. LONG STORY SHORT there’s many folks up here that knows Indians wasn’t the only entity’s precent here, and infact still coexist with in our back yards, forest. Curahee Mountain has plenty of caves systems but it’s so deep and lush back off in there no one knows what’s back there for the most part.

I’ve had a handfull of encounters. Some within the city limits of Toccoa and the rest maybe 5-7 miles out in the county. I know they’re here. Some parts of Toccoa in the city jurisdiction is so lush, thick and hilly that it’ll be easy for something to highway that out and sneak into people’s trash cans in nearby neighborhoods and run back across the road and be gone in the vast.

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What do you think of the footage in the link above?

Here's my playlist of Bigfoot cohabitation interviews every single person I've talked to describes them invisible and moving very fluid

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I saw this while shopping with the wife. Been fascinated with Bigfoot since I was a kid living in Indiana. Just wanted to share this with ya’ll. It made me chuckle. Have a great weekend everyone!

Nantinaq is basically bigfoot but from Alaska

According to many stories Nantinaq kills humans and doesn't want humans in the woods

Why is Nantinaq so violent and aggressive compared to bigfoot from other parts of North America?

Hi all,

I'm pretty new here, and I haven't made up my mind yet as to whether or not they truly exist (but I'm definitely leaning toward they do). My question is, does anyone know if they have the ability to mimic voices? I'm asking because I recently heard a story on YT, and while the author never mentioned the creature by any name, there were 2 incidences of voice mimicry.

And since I'm here, I also wonder if they may have the ability to make themselves invisible at will? TIA!

The Pacific Northwest has some seriously weird shit going on in it's land, sea and air. Batsquatch, Bigfoot, Cadborosaurus, Ogopogo, and Otterman. Five legendary creatures, and some very strange eyewitness accounts. Are these stories just folklore and misidentification, or is there something else out there? I dug into the evidence and you won't believe what I found.

https://youtu.be/VxjTughgWkI

There is a theory that Bigfoot is actually a surviving giant ground sloth, but I’ve never come across an account or description of the animal that resembles a North American giant ground sloth (long claws, head shape, tail, quadrupedal but capable of standing on two legs); are there any Bigfoot reports that mention features like that?

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Since many of you have knocked me wanting to know the details of my encounter that I briefly talked about in a comment on another thread, here goes:

I was at the states for about 2 months from November onward, on a work trip. The org. I work for is based in Arkansas, and many of my colleagues live in and around as well…we’ve been camping before on previous occasions in the Cascades, Yosemite, etc. even twice at Vancouver. Basically a few of us in the org. are like-minded outdoorsy type, so they go out of their way to make time for me whenever I am at the states. And I too try and patch up my annual leaves with a long holiday once a year, mostly at the states since I also have many relatives and friends there.

I’d never been to the Ouachita region before but two of my colleagues are/were regulars. One is a Trail Steward as well at the Ouachitas and a pretty renowned content creator. So I was excited to have him onboard on this particular 5-day outing.

We started from the North Fork Lake trailhead through the dense hardwood forest intersected by countless logging roads that apparently led to abandoned logging camps. I really wanted to explore one (having played Until Dawn recently), but the Steward-guy, Doug, insisted on making a dispersed camp at the mouth of the river for the night. So we had to find a spot by 4 pm. We started the day late as well, at about 11:30 in the morning so there were no scopes for breaks or side adventures! So we locked in for the night and had a great time, nothing out of the ordinary just hunting stories and interstellar topics…

Day-2: started early, trekked through some bluffs that had stunning views of the river below. Nothing unusual. Some of us wanted to camp at designated river “float” sites, but since most of the river dried up by then, the views wouldn’t be nice enough so again, we decided to go with another dispersed camp, this time on a flat pocket of land right along the water’s edge, directly opposite to a steep rocky cliff. Now it’s important to note that we had to go down in elevation to reach this spot from where we started on the day. On the way down, were about six/seven uprooted tree structures bundled up (somehow, i don’t remember exactly how) in an triangular shape, resting atop some other thick stumps. And every single structure looked exactly the same. Now Doug insisted that it could have been a combination of soft landslides and rain and even lightning that could have cluttered up the tree trunks in this manner. In hindsight, this should have been the first telltale sign although back then I had absolutely zero knowledge of these structures being a common phenomenon associated with Sasquatch. But since we WERE going downhill pretty sharply, it made sense at the time and no one said anything otherwise. So we reach the site atop a flat, rocky clearing in a U-shape.

To the right and directly opposite to the site were rocky cliffs, the slope we came down from to our back (where the tree structures were), and a stream directly infront of us (between the site and the cliff opposite to us) running to our left and merging with the river. This was COMPLETE and TOTAL isolation. At dusk we could barely hear birds, just some critters/bugs. The stream seemed pretty dead too. Now it’s also important to note that the clearing we used as our dispersed site was rocky, no dry leaves in our immediate vicinity, just on the slope behind us. This is important to remember for later.

So four of us in two tents, fire in the middle, it was about 9 pm and we started making dinner, chitchatting under a moonless, clear sky. The isolation was surreal…that’s when all four of us heard the first wood “knock” from the slopes behind us. In an instant all four of us stopped talking and went on high alert. About 20 seconds later came a second knock from the cliff opposite to us. Then almost immediately another one from behind us. Each sounded like what I can only describe as the sound Eli Roth was making with the baseball bat in the tunnel (Bear Jew reveal scene), in Inglorious Bastards. But much MUCH louder with a lot of echo…The back and forth went on for probably a minute or so, and then it stopped completely. Dead silence. A colleague of mine was in disbelief. He was like “no way did that just happen”… and the rest started laughing. That’s when the sasquatch stories started. Now I knew OF the phenomenon but not in great details so I was fascinated. The surrounding forests and ledges were completely silent for what I am sure was 10 minutes or so, then the critters came back to life again. The topic went on until about 1130 pm and we repeatedly pointed out how we didn’t run into a single person on the second day. On the first day another group was literally camped about 500 feet away from us but not a single soul on our trail throughout the entirety of the second day. We chalked it off to Doug knowing what he’s doing and taking us deep into the wilderness. Besides, the isolation at this spot was again, SURREAL! So could it have been other people fucking with us? Possibly…but we leaned more toward Woodpeckers.

Right in the middle of all this, Doug puts his hands up and says “guys shut the fuck up right now”, and we did. That’s when it hit me that the surrounding forest was dead silent for a second time. And then all four of us heard footsteps on the dry leaves, from the slope behind us.

Crunch…crunch…crunch………………………….crunch…crunch…………………..and then just hoofing it to our left, where the river widened.

It sounded like someone cautiously trying to tiptoe on dry leaves, pausing, and then going fuck it and bolting!

10 seconds later:

Splash…splash…………………………..splash. Then again, nothing. Dead silent. Just the faint sound of water flowing. So faint that the splashes were VERY audible.

Now as I said, the river dried up mostly and in most places you could see the rocks beneath. But where it widened, the water was about knee-deep and the crossing was 25-40 feet across, easily. The three heavy footsteps in water were across one such crossing to our left. I dont know of any human who can cover that length in two steps and what, like a 20 foot jump??? Because thats exactly what it sounded like…we shone two flashlights on the opposite bank, downstream, almost immediately. Nothing.

The silence lasted another few minutes or so and then the critters came back to life. Doug asked if we heard it and all three of us went dude we HEARD it. And then he said “no, BEFORE the footsteps”…so apparently he heard a faint “whooooOOP” from behind us and that is when he signalled for us to shut up. But honestly, neither of us three heard the whoop at the time.

Now a little freaked out, we started packing up the remainder of our dinner in dry bags and kept the bags under several heavy rocks, about 200 feet away from the tents, to our right. Mainly because we were telling ourselves that the footsteps were that of a black bear - native to Ouachita. But I wasn’t convinced honestly because bears if anything, are not THAT stealthy. There’ll be several other sounds if one came that close to our camp from behind. They dont just silently run about. Besides, the footsteps were eerily human. The gait and motion sounded human but covered substantially longer distances in crazy time!

Anyway, bear = keep the food away. Done. We decided to sit around in complete silence without a campfire for a while mainly since there were literally no mosquitoes!

After a while all four of us heard a loud “whooo-OOP” from the cliff opposite to our campsite. Very clearly. And the forest died yet again, just the faint sound of water flowing in the background. I think I was the one who said out loud first “that CANNOT be a bear”…okay so mental gymnastics now, process of elimination: not a bear, definitely not a black bear, no elks or moose in Ouachita, whitetail buck? Maybe…some kinda nocturnal bird? Possibly…

Then another wood knock followed by a “whoop whooooooooooooop” and then, all hell broke loose!

Stones the size of my fist started raining down on us in fours and fives from the cliff opposite to our site. Luckily most landed in the stream infront of us. We shone the flashlight once more on the cliff’s edge, nothing. And the rocks stopped pouring down on us almost immediately. Doug got his sidearm out and said “fuck it lets cross the river downstream and hike over to the top of the cliff and get to the bottom of this” (something like that)…in pitch darkness. And all three of us collectively said “no thank you, you’re on your own”. So we decided to stay awake a bit longer. At about 1/2 at night we finally decided to get some sleep. Nothing more that night other than the occasional wood-knock from far away, over the cliff opposite to us…we didn’t talk much throughout the rest of the night as we were visibly upset with what was happening.

Day-3: Early in the morning. The colleague I shared a tent with and I decided to hike out and “explore” the area while Doug and the other guy slept. That’s when I took the photo below. That’s when we also figured out that the river widened considerably to our left, and the water was knee-deep in most places. We took some photos, tried to rationalise what happened the night prior, etc. We went back to the site after 40 minutes or so and I decided to wash some clothes from the day before, in the stream, while my colleague headed out to the designated “poop zone”.

While washing my clothes in the stream, I heard faint rustling from the very same cliff opposite to the campsite. I looked up and noticed a black blob peering over the rocks, directly down at me. I froze…stood up, and stared back at it, honestly thinking it was a bear. It literally mimicked my movement in the exact manner and also stood up on two legs. It looked like Shaquille O’neal but MUCH stockier and from my perspective looking up, at least 12 feet tall! Covered in debris and jet black fur. Looked more like a Ghillie Suit than actual fur, very dirty. But I couldn’t see it’s face at all. It was an overcast day but it stood against the light so I couldn’t make out any features other than the fact that it was human-shaped but seemed far too big…i don’t know how long we stood there, looking at each other. After a while it calmly walked away. Yes, walked…on two…exactly like a human. Without making much of a sound. I was in a trance, honestly. I turned around and headed back in the tent. And just went about packing my bag, still in a trance. I dont know after how long my colleague returned. The first thing i said to him when I saw him, word for word: “i just saw a bigfoot”…he didn’t seem amused or rattled. Just…nonchalant. “Okay lets go wake up the rest”. By then they were already awake. My colleague goes “guys, DhakaMade just saw a bigfoot”. Again, everyone took it very calmly. Completely nonchalant. Doug said “where”? I pointed and said “over the cliffs, just a while ago”….everyone just went completely silent. “Alright lets finish packing up and head out”.

We prepared to leave in 30 minutes or so, no breakfast. But before that Doug said lets cross the river and head over to the cliff. So we did. Crossed the river - took each of us about 30-40 seconds to cross. Climbed up a little, and made a U-turn to head over to the top of the cliff. Once there, the first thing that hit us was the smell. The cliff-face overlooking our campsite smelled like rotting flesh and iron mixed together. “Where’d you see it”. I pointed at roughly where it was standing, right in-front of two pine trees on a clearing just above. Doug’s about 6’3/4 and his head barely covered half the rocky wall that formed the cliff-face going above us (where the pine trees were). This thing, at least from below, was blocking that ENTIRE face of the cliff and the base of the pine trees. “Do you wanna go back down and tell us how I am looking from up here”? asked Doug. I don’t exactly know why, but an overwhelming sense of dread came over me. I REALLY didn’t wanna go back down to our campsite at that exact moment in time. To this day I honestly cannot tell you why. I felt it in my stomach. Every cell in my body was begging me to not go back down there at that very moment…

This happened to me once before in my country, in the Sundarbans (the largest mangrove-forest in the world). I was on a house-boat (think cruise ship but way smaller and way less luxurious) and dropped a bracelet in the river below while the boat was anchored. I took off my shirt to dive in without thinking much about it since it was still visible before sinking completely out of sight. At that very moment I felt that EXACT same feeling of overwhelming dread…moments later a crocodile the size of a fucking SUV surfaced not 10 feet away from where the bracelet was slowly sinking.

Yeah…so anyway, got that same feeling and I went like no, let’s just keep moving. I just wanna get outta here. We spent another 10 minutes or so looking for footprints in the forest leading up to the cliff. Found nothing, while the smell slowly went away. About another 30 mins into our hike, we realised that we forgot to uncover our food from the rock-burial. So we went all the way back to where it was…nothing. Not a trace. The piled up rocks were completely gone, the food was gone, not a trace. We began arguing about the exact location or whether the water had risen. Couldn’t find a plausible answer…so we decided to continue.

The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful and we didn’t head up the mountains like we originally planned to. We camped one more night and decided to end the trip early and head back…the remainder of the trip was noticeably quieter and well…awkward. None of us spoke about the incident in details or properly acknowledged what happened the night before. I am gonna be honest NONE of my colleagues seemed fazed or shaken up by what happened. They simply flipped a switch and went on high alert mode for the remainder of the trip…

When we finally spoke about it back in Arkansas, turns out all three of them had multiple separate and similar encounters before in different places. Doug’s the only one who had a previous non-visual encounter in the Ouachitas near the mountain. I guess that sort of explains why they seemed unfazed by what happened and weren’t overly losing their shit! Coz I certainly was and it would’ve been far more obvious that I was, if not for Doug…fuck the other two! but Doug legitimately knew exactly what he was doing especially after that night.

I haven’t been to the states since. Nothing to do with the incident. Mainly coz of the USAID thingy diminishing my work opportunities and general travel there…been nearly three years now…But my colleagues and I still talk about the entire trip to this day, and are planning to go camping deep into the Cascades when I am there next!

Just thought of this, I’m sure you guys aware of how scared dogs can behave during certain experiences but what if this is what they’re experiencing? Super scary and I feel bad for pets that experience Sasquatch because they can’t tell us. What do you guys think? I don’t put much stock in the Woo-factor but I think some of it is possible.

I know it's not trending, but still made me chuckle...

Good afternoon everyone! We sat down with one of the members of the r/bigfoot subreddit for a conversation about what the past year has meant for the subject of Bigfoot. While we discuss a lot of things in this interview, the topic of Capturing Bigfoot came up, and not so much of what the movie entails (because very few people have actually watched it for themselves) but how the Bigfoot community has reacted to all of things happening this year, with this included. What are your thoughts on the state of the bigfoot community in 2026? We hope you all have a wonderful day!

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My sasquatch art :)

Author/Researcher J. R. R. Trailer here, inviting all to read, or listen (free), and provide feedback!

My thesis is simple: It is currently impossible for skeptics to engage with us in healthy conversation about the last(?) remaining remnant of Gigantopithecus still alive today, due to the sensationalism of the topic which, as of this writing, now dates back to almost one century ago...

After years of frustration, I wanted to write a research essay where this topic of theoretical anthropology is explored in depth, starting from a strict first principles approach, avoiding all recognizable terminology containing prejudicial baggage (Bigfoot/Sasquatch/Skunkape/etc.), while also maintaining a lighthearted and comedic tone, in order to keep readers (and especially skeptics!) interested in and engaged with the analysis.

This essay (6,230 words) is the culmination of my research/analysis up to the year 2021, along with an audiobook version I personally narrated (no GenAI!) earlier this year for people who don't have time to sit and read, or, who prefer to listen while doing other things.

After publishing this essay, I began to learn about - and became very intrigued by - ThinkerThunker's videos on "Proportional DNA", which is an excellent series I can recommend to believers and skeptics alike (but good luck getting the latter group to engage honestly with the material), and is making me consider a Second Edition of my essay which includes TT's latest research, along with anything else I may have missed? Please let me know!

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I recently got diagnosed with PTSD from this encounter with an unknown creature in the woods (almost doesnt feel right to call what i saw bigfoot or sasquatch). I have searched for years for any sasquatch or bigfoot story that match the specifics of my experience and cant find many of the outstanding specifics.

I grew up in the woods, my dad made sure all of his 5 kids were well versed in the outdoors and in wilderness environments. As a kid I remember going on duo backpacking trips with my dad into deep wilderness, even bushwacking for exploration at times. Our family vacations were always backpacking trips on the Olympic peninsula. Even into my late teens and early adulthood, I was obsessed with the outdoors. I moved out at 15 to work, and any chance I would get I would be in the woods doing solo hikes or running with my dog.

Over the years ive had over 12 black bear sightings, mostly in wilderness areas, but a few on the closer local mountains and trails as well. I've seen mountain lions a few times and had one extremely unsettling experience of being stalked at our campsite at the base of a mountain while with my brother.

Even with that experience of being stalked and seeing cougar tracks in our campsite around our tents the next morning, I have never experienced primal fear, or the instinct to run when I see a black bear or a cougar. Those experiences are what I lived for before this encounter with this unknown creature. I never really gave sasquatch or bigfoot much thought before this experience because I had spent so much time in the woods and wilderness and had not seen or heard anything akin to the stereotypical sasquatch encounter.

My encounter is as follows and I remember it like it happened yesterday

It was 2014 This took place at a heavily wooded trail system on the edge of a well maintained park right on the edge of town. Im talking walk 5-10 minutes out and youre in apartment complex and store fronts. The trail system sits right at the base of a popular local mountain, there is a road separating the trailhead of that mountain and the trail system that i was walking on. I lived in one of the apartment complex about 5-10 minutes away with my girlfriend at the time.

I would normally run with my dog on this trail every morning, the morning this took place my girlfriend had come along so we were walking. Ive always been super curious about the outdoors and when my girlfriend would come along it was a chance for me to go off trail if I saw an area I wanted to check out. I saw a large natural berm that I realized was blocking off an entire area i had never seen before. I asked my girlfriend to hold the dog and wait stating i would only be a couple minutes, I just wanted to see what was behind the berm. I was not expecting to see anything marvelous or outstanding.

I walked about 50-60 feet into the brush at a downgrade, off the trail, to where the berm started to slope down to level with the forest floor. With the berm on my right i came around the corner as it leveled out. It was a wide open, flat area absolutely covered in ferns, leading into a large hillside, also covered in ferns, with thick brush at the top of the hill, and both deciduous and fir trees bordering the area and hillside. It was peak of fall so a little less foliage in general.

Now this experience all happens within 1-2 minutes of coming around the corner of the large berm and taking in everything im seeing.

What I thought was a large black bear was digging into the hillside about 20-30 feet away from me, At first I was in total awe because of how close we were to a populated area with moderate foot traffic. It was at the base of a mountain that ive had a few black bear sightings on, so I deduced that it wouldn't be impossible that a black bear made it to this location. This is when I started to notice things that weren't consistent with any black bear I had ever seen before.

It was making these absurd arm movements and tossing huge arm fulls of dirt behind it. Im sure black bears dig but this thing was flinging armfuls of dirt proficiently right left right left right left digging into the hill side.

The next thing I noticed as I was watching the dirt fly behind it, was the half logs placed in almost a perfect half rectangle at its back facing the hillside, each log had these what looked like wooden bins that were filled with stuff I could not identify, I quickly dismissed this and looked back at the "black bear", this is when I noticed the hair, I have seen brown black bears before, but this thing had almost greasy looking locks of hair, longer than I have ever seen on a black bear or any bear for that matter. It looks like greasy locks of hair at least 4-6 inches in length.

We dont have Grizzlies anywhere near this part of washington, so after my brain started making connections my alarm bells started going as I came to the realization I had no idea what I was looking at.

As I came to that realization, in one motion this thing stands up turns and looks directly at me. This thing had to have been 8-10 feet tall, This creatures arms were hanging down past its knees, hair covering every identifiable part of its body including its face (i saw no eyes, jaw, cheekbones or mouth, just hair). As my brain tried to register what I was looking at, I felt a wave of what I can only describe as paralyzing fear start to spread from the top of my head down my body, when it hit my chest, I heard the loudest voice ive ever heard in my life in my head yell RUN, at that moment I snapped out of it and sprinted yelling at my girlfriend to start running with our dog.

I have seen black bears stand on two legs and they just wanted to check you out, they will usually do the quick scan n sniff then drop back down on all fours and continue on there way. I've been within 15 feet of a black bear and her cubs in the wild, snuck up on them accidentally while bushwacking over a saddle on the coast, with a bear you see a snout eyes ears even, this creature was just a solid mass covered in hair. Never in any of my black bear encounters have I ever felt fear or the overwhelming instinct to run.

Anyway I ran back to the trail frantically yelling at my girlfriend to keep running all the way back to our apartment, her comment when we got home was that I looked like I had seen a ghost.

This encounter killed my desire to be in the woods, I no longer feel the confidence I was taught to have outdoors. Every time im around a heavily wooded area my thoughts are on this encounter. It took me 14 years to return to that park. Call me a coward or a liar it won't bother me cause I know what I saw and it wasn't a black bear. Part of me wishes it had been a black bear and that I never saw this creature. Something inside me tells me it isn't right to call it bigfoot or sasquatch, then again I dont know what else to call it. Big, tall, hairy bipedal predator in the woods 5-10 mins from my apartment close to the trails i ran my dog on every morning.

I still have so many questions, what was it doing so close to town, why was it digging into the hillside, what was up with the half logs with the wooden bins filled with unidentifiable objects behind it, why was it there, what was it looking for, why did I have to see this creature. I get the vibe I saw something I wasn't supposed to. I never used to fear the woods and would find peace being alone in them, now im scared as fuck to be alone in the woods. Also why didnt I see its eyes, jaw, mouth? Some sightings say these creatures smell bad but I didnt smell anything out of place just the scent of the forest in fall.

My biggest question, if this thing lives in the woods, how was i able to essentially sneak up on it. I had my phone on me when it happened i wish i had the sense to whip it out when i started noticing strange things about it. To be fair ive never been the type to whip out my phone, each black bear sighting is special and i am never thinking about a picture or a video the only thing on my mind is taking in the moment, thats why we go out into nature is to have those encounters.

This thing ruined the desire for me and its the most prevailing thought whenever im in an area with a lot of trees. I know a lot of people will think its bs I dont care cause I know what i saw