Jim,
Great read. I work second shift and after getting home from work last night I was up til 430am  reading away.

I was afraid to click on each link cause I was sure that at any moment one of those goofy pictures and a loud scream would suddenly flash on the screen like some of those gag emails (like the ghost car ad if anyones seen that one)and scare the snot out of me.

I did turn on every light in the house on the way up to bed. I gotta read these only in daylight I think.

I read the whole way through to where they were going back into the cave for the last time and the link wouldnt work  :(   :(   :(

QuoteI read the whole way through to where they were going back into the cave for the last time and the link wouldnt work

Yeah that sucked! and it was put up in 2001, I guess he is stuck in the cave still.

Does anyone have the rest of the story?? It's killing me haha

Hey all,


I am here at work,  Its 0340,  Just finished that story Jim.  That was one Fantastic piece of story telling.  All the way through I expected to hear the chanting  "Cthulu Cthulu Cthulu"  With a few Hasturs thrown in.  I am thinking Lovecraft is giving that poor damned soul a nod from his dark cold damp tomb.

In the Necronomicron we trust,

Brian Gillispie

Read it through, and then at the end was let down.     I think it was ended there on purpose... It was a great read though, just like this entire thread has been.

Ogopogo Man isn't alone.  I too encountered what I strongly believe was a sasquatch while bear hunting in Sask. in 94'.

I was "escorted" from my stand & out of the bush two nights in a row by something that clearly wanted me out of the area.  This was a long ways from anywhere and there were no other hunters in the area or locals living anywhere near by.

Right before things got interesting, the bush went dead quiet.  Anyone who has hunted Spring bear up there knows how much noise the frogs, birds, squirrels, and such make.  All that noise stopped like someone threw a switch, and stayed that way.

that was followed by a powerful wood on wood pounding. Sounded like Bonds warming up with his Louisville Slugger on a tree.  Extremely unnerving with the light fading fast in the canadian bush and just a bow in hand.

The "knocker" then shadowed me the 200 yard walk up the ridge to the road where the guide was to meet me and pick me up. The feeling of being watched was almost physical.

The experience really spooked me and was so far outside anything I had experienced in a lifetime of hunting that I considered cancelling the rest of the hunt and going home. I decided against this and cowboy'ed up.  After it happened again the next night, I requested a new stand in another area.

I didn't encounter anything out of the norm in the other area (which was even more remote and several miles away from the booger stand). I never got that pervasive feeling of being watched.  It felt "right", like the woods always had before.  Took a nice boar from that stand too.

I decided no booger was going to keep me from hunting and enjoying the woods.  I firmly believe knowledge is power, so when I got home I began to learn all I could about monkees.

To my astonishment, I learned that what I and Ogo experienced happens to a lot of folks. I found that wood knocking, stalking, and  escorting are essentially universal monkee behaviors.

I'm stil amazed at how many other hunters have nearly identical encounters once they open up & start talking about them...

Hey Jim,
  Please finish that story!

That was just WRONG...... had just got to the intesne part of that story and my 3 yr old grandson jumps up from behind my chair and scared me so bad my laptop ended up on the floor......... that was a seiosly good read. keep'um coming, Kenny

Ogopogoman, are you from Lake Okanagan, British Columbia?

This is the coolest thread I have ever seen!

This is one of the best threads I've ever read on here. I'd love to read more bigfoot stories. Even though I've never had and encounter I've always had a facination with them and love to hear about other peoples encounters.

Sorry boys but that aint my story.. I found it on the web a few years back.. I do not think dem fellers ever got back out of the cave..  Gods truth it is..

I did do some research when I first read this and my best guess is the Mystery Cave is not far from here:   Medicine Wheel

yes i lived in the hills of the reservation in Vernon B.C. on the Head of the Lake Reservation on Lake Okanagan.

Here's one more from Wyoming.  I first heard of these little people from tribal elders when as a youngster my dad took us fishing on the res north of here..  While this account mentions the Pedro Mtns in Central Wyoming the account I first heard has them in the Pryor Mtns in Northern Wyoming.. The native americans would not enter the Pryors because they feared the  little people..  Little People

all my Mom's folks life in Clinton, Ark.  There was a local resident that ran a trot line every night  after a serious amount of Jim Beam was in his blood stream.  I caught a real big buffalo fish out of a little river that runs near the town.  I just happend my cousion shot a coyote that morning.  We gutted the coyote, then skinned him around his mid section and left the mane and head with fur and the back hips and legs.  We then put the big buffalo inside.  Paddle out to the middle of his trot line and hooked our monster up on the trot line.

heeee heeee

the next morning our friend was at the breakfast cafe telling the wildest story you ever heard about being attacked by a river monster he hooked on his trot line.  It was about 10' long and was a cross between an alligator and a dragon.  It jumped the the boat and turned it over then attacked him in the water.

LOL bless his heart everyone thought he was drunk and have DT's but a few of us knew he was indeed attack by the river monster              

rusty

Well, I don't have a bigfoot story myself, but I know someone who does. This fellow was older; in his 60's, and is a very serious man. There's no foolishness whatsoever about him. He told me, sometime around 1990 I'd say, that he was squerril-hunting off in this gulf in middle Tennessee. He had wandered down to a creek, where there was lots of ivy growing. He said he probably would never had seen it if it hadn't fell. He told me that he heard a noise and looked around to see "the awfulest booger you ever seen" standing in the creek. He claimed that it was standing there, rubbing it's knee. He was convinced that it had fallen, while crossing the creek and mildly hurt itself. He told me that it was like a man except hairy with a head like a monkey. He described it as about 6 feet tall and skinny-looking from the waist down, but broad in the shoulders. He even discribed that it's hair was brownish, but that it had a gray spot on it's side. He thought that it was either old, or had been injured on that side in the past.
  I kinda laughed and said something about it sounding to me like he had seen a sasquatch. I remember him just looking at me real serious for a moment and saying, "What the he** is a sasquatch?" After I explained it to him, he shook his head and said "No, what I saw wasn't natural! Them scientists has bred up some kinda booger and turned it aloose down there!" Then he described what had happened next.
  He told me that the thing never saw him, as he was partially hidden by the brush and ivy growing along the bank. He never said it, but I could tell by the way he told the story that he was probably afraid to move and was just standing still, trying to comprehend what exactly it was that he was seeing. He said that after standing there and rubbing it's knee for a few moments, it crossed the creek and then suddenly stopped, as if it had smelled something.(him?) He said it quickly squatted down and grabbed an ivy bush, and shook it very hard. then it stopped shaking and looked around, searching the area. This continued for several minutes. He said it would shake, look around... shake, and look around. He was convinced that it had smelled him, or somehow knew of his presence, and was shaking the bush to make him move or flush him out. Needless to say he never moved. Finally, he said that it stood up and walked away, never in any hurry. He had a 12 guage with fine shot and said the thought of shooting it never even crossed his mind. He claimed to have found it's track on the creekbank and said that it was about the same size as his foot.(a size 9 or 10 boot?)
  Some time later, he set up a camping trip with me and some friends in that gulf to search for arrowheads, but we all knew his real motive. We never saw or heard anything unusual on this trip, but had fun. He did mention one other thing that he had found later, after his encounter. There was, at the time, a dumpster located off the highway, on top of the mountain which overlooked the same gulf. He said there was these mostly empty boxes of cheese, which were thrown away, probably from the school or something, and that there was finger tracks in the cheese as if something had drug out the cheese and ate it. I don't know, but thought I would include that part as well.
  I never saw it, but was told that the old man later paid a hefty price for some kind of tranquilizer gun. I don't know what he saw down there in that gulf, but knowing this man's serious demeaner and his truthful, to the point personality, I believe that he saw something that he couldn't understand and that it scared him. I havn't seen him in years and don't even know if he is still living, but this was one bigfoot story that I will always remember!

The little people was a good read

On the REZ in Vernon we have little people. It's a long known thing there. In fact, my uncle took me to a place near there where there is a cave in a cliff like rock face, where they are supposed to have lived and they won't go near it too often.
Pretty neat!!! My cousin has claimed he saw one when his car broke down in a storm and he came to a tree that had been snapped at it's base and fell across the roadway. He got out to look around and saw a Little Person scurry out from underneath it and glare at him and hiss. He swears it happened!

Does anyone know any more about the cave explorer story with the link above about "band camp".  I just have to read more!!

Just to clear things up..  There is no page 11.. As far as i know Ted and his partner returned to the cave and never came out of it or who knows... Ted never finished his narrative...