I Saw Bigfoot, Wally's Story

14 September, 2022 tnmonson 0 Comments 1 category

My name is Walter but my friends call me Wally and yes, I saw Bigfoot.

They asked me to tell my story but the truth is, it ain’t no story, cause it really happened — to me.

Well, it was June 23, twenty-two years ago. We were clear cuttin a section of forest back up near Spirit Lake, in Oregon. I was in my truck heading home from loggin’ on this loggin road.

It was a long drive every day, but the money was good so I didn’t mind. It was tough times back then and makin’ a livin’ was hard.

So one night, I’s drivin’ through the mountains and I’s drivin slow — it’s a good thing ‘cause I comes up on this tree layin’ cross the road.

So I slams on the brakes and stop. I gets out t’ truck to move it. Chains it up. Pulls it back. When the road’s clear, threw my chain in back in the truck and was gettin in.

I Saw Bigfoot Runnin’ Straight at Me.

Then, I looks over and sees this Bigfoot comin’ right at me. It was huge and I saw Bigfoot runnin straight at me.

Whoop. Whoop. Whoop it was screamin.

I was so scared that I didn’t couldn’t run! I thought I’s gonna die!

It gets maybe five feet from me and then it stops. Then it screams at me. Then it turns and runs back the other way and runs twenty feet. Stops… turns around and comes at me again. Then that ugly thing stopped, screamed at me again, and turns around and runs the other way again.

But this time, I runs back to my truck. Gets in. Takes off. I got out of there, and lickety-split’.

I ain’t ever been that scared. I hope I never see that ugly thing again.

I’ve been telling this story for 20 years. People just think I’m crazy. They gotta see something before they believe it. Feel sorry for them. They’re missing out on the best part of life.

If you want to find Bigfoot, you go up to Spirit Lake in the Willamena forest.

When I think back, I always wondered what it was all about. Was that thing trying to tell me somthin? I think it was cause I was helping foreign companies ruin his forest. If someone was doing to my home what we were doing to his, then I don’t think I would have been so kind.

EDITOR’S NOTE:

I first met Wally in Los Angeles, California in 1976. Since then, I’ve talked to hundreds of people who have had Bigfoot sightings — everything from seeing one cross the road in front of their car, to face-to-face encounters. This account was one of the most dramatic.

But I think the real message in this story is about keeping an open mind to the possibilities. For you to say, there is no such thing would mean that you know everything and I think the possibility of you knowing everything is remote.