I told, in a previous post, how I believed I saw a Sasquatch/Bigfoot one snowy night on a hill outside a small ghost town in northern Washington. This is a followup to that story.
We were getting a lot of snow during those nights and days. When it was all said and done we were walking over three foot fences in our snow shoes at work. There was a steep mountain side on the east face of my cabin. Therefore, the snow drifted and gathered on that side. It provided an igloo effect. Since the cabin was simply studs and exterior panels, I was plenty cold and grateful for whatever help I could get from nature. The snow was piled up between 4 to 6 feet deep against the outside wall.
Although witnessing what I believed to be Bigfoot was exhilarating, for a city kid, 18 years of age, it was also pretty spooky at night in a flimsy cabin all by myself in the middle of nowhere with no telephone or radio contact with anyone. To be brief, I was scared.
One snowy night following the sighting as I was in bed trying not to think about my vulnerability, I heard something that made me sit straight up. Something was scratching along outside the east wall. I said, “so long” to any sleep that night. I began to feel stupid that I did not have the the .45-70 rifle I was told I should have. But I was a pacifist after all. What need would I have of a rifle, especially one that powerful. I was pretty frightened. I might have pumped bullets through the siding!
The next morning, in the light of day, I stepped out to see what I would find for evidence. What I saw made me very happy I did not have the rifle. It should have made my farmer co-workers happy too. What I saw were two sets of snowshoe tracks! Two of my co-workers thought it would be really funny to “scare the kid” in the middle of the night. I’m glad about not having the rifle but I did look for an appropriate stick in the snow and the strength to find out which of us could run the fastest in snowshoes!