We Camped With a Bigfoot After It Saved Us From Certain Death – Sasquatch Story

Chapter 1: The Call of Adventure

I get it. Most people would call me crazy if I told them I spent part of a night sitting around a campfire with a Bigfoot. But I know I will never forget that night. It was terrifying at first, but incredibly amazing in the end. My buddy Jake and I had been talking about doing a camping trip for years. Life had always gotten in the way—work, responsibilities, and the usual chaos of adulting. But last October, we finally said, “Screw it. Let’s just go.”

We weren’t exactly wilderness experts. Sure, we had camped before, but always at established campgrounds with bathrooms and fire pits already set up. This time, we wanted something more real, more remote. So, we packed up my truck with our tent, sleeping bags, some canned food, a couple of flashlights, and headed out to the Appalachian Mountains.

Chapter 2: Into the Wilderness

The drive was beautiful, winding through the mountains, the trees a riot of fall colors. After hours of driving, we found a trail that looked promising. The ranger at the last station we passed had mentioned this area was pretty isolated. He even seemed a little surprised we were headed out there, saying, “Not many people venture that deep anymore.” Looking back now, I should have paid more attention to that ranger’s reaction.

But at the time, I just figured he was being cautious, used to dealing with inexperienced hikers. We thought it sounded perfect. After parking the truck, we hiked about five miles into the forest before finding a clearing next to a small creek, surrounded by massive old trees. We set up camp, gathered firewood, and spent the evening relaxing, cooking hot dogs over the fire, and telling stories under a canopy of stars.

Chapter 3: A Peaceful Night Turned Terrifying

That first night was peaceful—cold, but peaceful. We heard owls hooting, branches creaking in the wind, the usual forest sounds. We slept okay considering we were on the ground in a tent. The next morning, we explored a bit more, enjoying the beauty of the wilderness. By the time evening rolled around on our second night, we felt pretty confident—maybe we were better at this wilderness thing than we thought.

But that confidence didn’t last long. As we sat around the fire eating canned chili, Jake suddenly went quiet. He was staring off into the trees, and when I asked what was wrong, he just pointed. At first, I didn’t see anything. The sun had just gone down, and the forest was getting dark. But our fire was bright enough to see about 20 or 30 feet out.

Then I saw them—pairs of eyes reflecting the firelight, floating in the darkness. My stomach dropped. I’d seen enough nature documentaries to know what that meant. Wolves. Not just one or two, but at least six or seven pairs of eyes circling our camp at different distances. They were perfectly still, watching us.

Chapter 4: The Predators

Every now and then, we’d hear a low growl or see one of them move a few steps closer. Jake grabbed his flashlight and shined it toward them, revealing glimpses of gray fur, yellow eyes, and teeth. They were big—much bigger than I’d expected wolves to be. The thing about wolves that most people don’t realize is how patient they are. They’re not like dogs that rush in barking. Wolves are calculated hunters. They watch, they wait, and they assess their prey.

And that’s exactly what was happening to us. We’d become prey animals, and these wolves were studying us, figuring out our weaknesses, planning their attack. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. We tried to stay calm, but fear gripped us. I pulled out my phone to call for help, but of course, there was no service. We were too deep in the mountains, too far from any cell towers.

Chapter 5: The Firelight

Jake suggested we get in the tent, but I shook my head. That seemed like the worst idea. If those wolves decided to attack, a thin layer of nylon wasn’t going to stop them. At least out by the fire, we could see them coming. So, we did the only thing we could think of: we fed the fire. We threw on every piece of firewood we had collected, making the flames jump higher.

The wolves backed off a little when the fire grew, but they didn’t leave. They just repositioned themselves at a slightly greater distance, still watching us. We knew what was happening. They’d spotted us, probably smelled our food, and now they were waiting. Waiting for the right moment, for us to let our guard down, for the fire to die down.

Chapter 6: The Hours Drag On

The hours dragged on. We took turns gathering more wood from as close to the fire as we dared, never venturing more than ten feet away. Each time we got up to grab another branch, the wolves tensed, ready to rush us. But as long as we stayed near the fire and kept it burning bright, they kept their distance. Just barely, though—I swear they were getting closer, inch by inch, testing us, seeing how brave they felt.

Around midnight, things got worse. The wolves started getting bolder. One of them, a huge alpha-looking male, took a few steps right into the edge of our firelight. It was testing us, seeing if we’d react. When we yelled and threw a stick at it, it barely flinched, just backed up a few feet and stood there, staring at us. Another one did the same thing from the opposite side. They were coordinating, trying to intimidate us.

Chapter 7: The Psychological Game

We were scared out of our minds. I had never felt so helpless in my life. We were completely at the mercy of these animals. They were in their element, in their territory, and we were intruders. The darkness, the terrain, their numbers, their natural weapons—all the advantages were theirs. We had a fire and some sticks. That was it.

The imbalance of power was terrifying to comprehend. Then they started making fake lunges. One would suddenly dart toward us, and we’d jump up, grabbing whatever we could use as a weapon, and they’d stop just outside the firelight and slink back. They were playing with us, wearing us down psychologically. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the flashlight steady.

Chapter 8: Desperation Sets In

We were running out of firewood. That was the worst part. We’d burned through our supply faster than we should have, focused on keeping the fire going. There was more wood scattered around, but it was all outside the safety of the firelight. No way we could go out there and gather it—not with the wolves that close. We started breaking up small branches, rationing what we had left, but we both knew it wouldn’t last much longer. Maybe another hour, maybe two if we were lucky.

And then what? I’m not ashamed to admit I was praying. I’m not particularly religious, but right then, I was making all kinds of promises to whatever higher power might be listening. Please just get us through this night. Let us see the sunrise. I’ll be a better person. Just please don’t let us die out here like this.

Chapter 9: The Turning Point

My buddy was doing the same thing. We had gone from confident campers to desperate men in a matter of hours. The thought kept running through my mind: We’re going to die out here. Our families would never know what happened. We’d just become another statistic—another couple of hikers who went into the wilderness and never came back.

It must have been around 2:00 AM when things reached their worst point. The wolves had gotten so close they were barely outside the ring of firelight. One of them, that same big alpha, was now only ten feet away, close enough that we could hear its breathing and see its muscles tensing. The others had moved in, tightening the circle. They had made their decision: they were going to rush us, and soon we could feel it.

Chapter 10: The Roar

My buddy grabbed a burning stick from the fire, holding it out like a torch. I did the same. If they came at us, at least we’d go down fighting. The alpha took another step forward, then another. Its lips curled back, showing huge teeth. A low growl rumbled from its throat. The others responded with their own growls, creating a chorus of predatory sounds surrounding us.

And then we heard it. A sound I can’t even properly describe. It was like a roar, but deeper, more powerful than any roar I’d ever heard. It came from somewhere behind us, back in the thick trees, and it was so loud it seemed to shake the ground. The alpha wolf froze mid-step. All the wolves went rigid, their ears pinned back against their heads. For a second, everything was perfectly still, like the whole forest was holding its breath.

Chapter 11: The Escape

Then the roar came again, even louder, and the wolves scattered. I mean, they took off like their tails were on fire. The alpha turned and sprinted into the darkness, and the rest of the pack followed, crashing through the underbrush as they fled. In seconds, they were gone. The only sounds were the crackling of our fire and our own heavy breathing.

Jake and I looked at each other, unsure what the hell had just happened. What kind of animal could scare off an entire wolf pack like that? The relief of watching those wolves run was immediately replaced by a new kind of fear. Because whatever had made that sound was something even the wolves were afraid of, and it was coming from right behind our camp.

Chapter 12: The Unknown Approaches

My rational brain tried to make sense of it. Maybe a bear? But I’d heard bear roars before, and this was different—deeper, louder, more primal. Somehow, this was something else entirely. We heard footsteps—heavy, deliberate footsteps—coming from the same direction the roar had come from. Not the four-legged patter of a bear or deer, but the distinctive two-legged rhythm of something walking upright. Thud, thud, thud. Getting closer.

My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might break a rib. We both grabbed our burning sticks again, backing closer to the fire, unsure if we should run or fight or what. Then it stepped into the firelight, and I swear my brain just stopped working for a second. It was huge. I mean huge—at least nine or ten feet tall, maybe taller, covered in dark hair from head to toe with massive shoulders and arms that looked like they could tear a car door off its hinges.

Chapter 13: The Encounter

The face was somewhere between human and ape, with a heavy brow ridge, a wide nose, and eyes that caught the firelight and reflected it back at us. This was a Bigfoot—a real, actual Bigfoot standing right in front of us. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t process what I was seeing. Jake made a weird choking sound like he was trying to say something but forgot how words worked.

The Bigfoot just stood there for a moment, looking at us. Then it looked at the fire, then back at us. And then, I still can’t believe this part—it just sat down next to the fire. Not aggressive, not threatening. It lowered itself to the ground, maybe six feet away, and sat there cross-legged, staring into the flames.

Chapter 14: A Moment of Peace

The way it moved was unsettling—so fluid, so graceful for something that massive. It didn’t lumber or stumble like you’d expect from a creature that size. It moved with purpose and control, every motion deliberate and efficient. This wasn’t some clumsy beast; this was an apex predator, perfectly adapted to its environment, comfortable in its own power.

We were frozen—absolutely frozen. This creature had just saved us from the wolves, and now it was sitting at our campfire like it was waiting for us to pass the marshmallows. My mind raced. Was it dangerous? Was it going to attack us? Should we run? But something about its posture, its body language seemed almost peaceful.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a minute or two, Jake slowly reached into our supply bag and pulled out a can of beef stew. His hands were shaking as he opened it. He set it down on the ground between us and the Bigfoot, then scooted back. The Bigfoot’s eyes followed the can, then looked at Jake, then back at the can.

Chapter 15: Offering Food

I grabbed a bag of trail mix and did the same thing, placing it next to the stew and backing away. We were basically making an offering, hoping this thing understood we weren’t a threat. The Bigfoot reached out with one enormous hand—like a baseball mitt made of muscle and fur—and picked up the can of stew. It brought it to its mouth and tipped it back, drinking the whole thing in one go.

Then it set the empty can down gently and picked up the trail mix. It opened the bag, which looked tiny in its massive hand, and poured some into its palm, starting to eat it one handful at a time, like a person might. We just sat there stunned, watching this creature eat our food.

Chapter 16: The Details

Jake grabbed our remaining supplies—another can of chili, some jerky, and an apple—and placed them within the Bigfoot’s reach. I don’t know what we were thinking. Maybe that if we kept feeding it, it would keep protecting us, or at least wouldn’t hurt us. The Bigfoot methodically worked its way through everything we offered, eating in this calm, unhurried way.

Now that I had a chance to really look at it, I tried to take in the details, even as my hands shook. The hair wasn’t uniform black as it first appeared; in the firelight, I could see it was actually dark brown with gray streaks running through it, especially around the face and shoulders. Its face was weathered, deeply lined with scars visible even through the hair. This was an old Bigfoot, if such a thing exists—an elder, maybe.

Chapter 17: The Smell and the Power

The smell was something else. Even from several feet away, the odor was intense—not quite like a skunk, but similar to old sweat mixed with wet dog and something musky and wild I’d never encountered before. It was the smell of something that lived completely outside of human civilization—something that had never worn clothes or used soap or slept in a bed. A truly wild smell that made my primitive brain scream danger, even as the creature sat there peacefully.

Its hands were incredible and terrifying. The palms were dark and leathery, the fingers long and tipped with thick, blunt nails. Each finger looked strong enough to crush stone. As it ate, I watched those hands move with surprising dexterity, picking up small pieces of jerky and opening packages. It could clearly handle objects with precision when it wanted to, but there was no mistaking the raw power in those appendages.

This thing could grab either of us with one hand, and there wouldn’t be a damn thing we could do about it. The arms were almost comically oversized, even proportional to its massive body. They hung down past where human knees would be, with biceps as thick as my torso. Every movement revealed coiled muscles rippling beneath the hair. This was a creature built for incredible strength.

Chapter 18: The Connection

I thought about the way it must have roared to scare off those wolves—the breath capacity it would take to make a sound that loud. Everything about it screamed apex predator. And yet here it sat calmly, eating our food by our fire, making no aggressive moves. Its eyes were what really struck me. They were brown, a deep, intelligent brown, constantly moving, taking in everything around the camp.

Every little sound from the forest, every shift in the fire, those eyes tracked it. But when they settled on us, there was something in them—not malice, not hunger, almost curiosity maybe, or perhaps recognition. Like it understood we were something similar to itself, but smaller, weaker. My buddy and I didn’t make a sound. We barely breathed. We just sat there, backs against a log while this massive Bigfoot sat across the fire from us.

Chapter 19: A Surreal Experience

The situation was so surreal; it didn’t even feel real. Part of my brain kept insisting I must be dreaming, that I’d fallen asleep by the fire, and this was just an incredibly vivid nightmare. But the cold ground under me, the smoke from the fire stinging my eyes, the smell of that creature—it was all too visceral to be a dream. Time seemed to stretch out forever, but also pass in an instant.

I glanced at my watch at one point, and only five minutes had passed since the Bigfoot sat down, but it felt like an hour. The creature finished the last of our food, the apple, which it ate core and all, and then just sat there, apparently content. It held its hands out toward the fire, warming them like a human would. The resemblance to human behavior was uncanny and unsettling at the same time.

Chapter 20: Questions Unanswered

I found myself wondering about this creature’s life. How long had it been living in these mountains? Did it have a family somewhere? Was it alone? Or were there others like it out there in the darkness? What did it think of us, these weak, hairless creatures huddled around a fire? The questions swirled in my mind, but I knew I’d never get answers. This was a moment I’d never fully understand.

Around fifteen minutes after it had first sat down, the Bigfoot suddenly stood up. The movement was fluid and powerful, going from sitting to standing in one smooth motion that showcased just how strong it was. It looked at us one more time, and I swear there was something almost acknowledging in that gaze—like it was saying goodbye, or thank you, or I’m leaving now. Stay put. Then it turned and walked back into the forest, those heavy footsteps fading gradually until we couldn’t hear them anymore.

Chapter 21: The Aftermath

The second it was gone, we both let out huge, shuddering breaths. Jake’s hands were shaking so badly he had to put them under his armpits to steady them. I felt like I might throw up. We had just survived a wolf attack and then sat next to a Bigfoot while it ate our dinner. Our brains were completely scrambled. Neither of us could form a coherent sentence for a good five minutes.

We just sat there, staring at each other with wild, disbelieving expressions. Eventually, Jake managed to whisper, “Did that just happen?” I nodded because I couldn’t trust my voice yet. We both knew what we’d seen. There was no explaining it away, no rational interpretation that made sense. We’d encountered a Bigfoot in the Appalachian Mountains, and it had saved our lives from a wolf pack, then sat with us by our fire.

Chapter 22: The Morning After

As the shock started to wear off, practical concerns crept back in. The wolves were gone, scared off by that Bigfoot’s roar. But would they come back? Was the Bigfoot gone for good, or might it return? And more importantly, could we survive until morning? We were out of food now, having given it all to the creature, and we only had a little bit of firewood left.

The sky was still pitch black, with no hint of dawn yet. It must have been 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning at most. We decided to wait it out. The wolves hadn’t come back yet, and we figured if they were going to, they would have by now. The Bigfoot had established this area as its territory with that roar, and apparently that was enough to keep them away.

Chapter 23: The Vigil

So, we kept the fire burning with what wood we had left, huddled together for warmth, and waited for the sun to come up. Every sound made us jump, every shadow in the trees made our hearts race, but nothing else happened. The forest was eerily quiet, like every animal in it was holding its breath. When the first light of dawn finally started creeping through the trees, we almost cried with relief. We’d made it. We’d survived the night.

The moment there was enough light to see by, we started packing up our camp. We moved fast, throwing everything into our bags without bothering to fold or organize anything. We just wanted to get out of there, back to civilization, somewhere safe where massive creatures and wolf packs weren’t a concern.

Chapter 24: The Hasty Exit

Before we left, Jake grabbed a couple of thick branches and broke off the smaller twigs, making crude clubs. I did the same. We both knew it was probably pointless. If we ran into that Bigfoot again or the wolves came back, tree branches weren’t going to save us. But it made us feel slightly less vulnerable, having something in our hands that could theoretically be used as a weapon.

We started our hike back to where we left the truck. It should have taken us a couple of hours at a normal pace, but we were practically running, stumbling over roots and rocks in our hurry to get out of those woods. The whole way, the forest was silent—absolutely silent. No birds chirping, no squirrels chattering, no insects buzzing. Just the sound of our footsteps and our breathing, and the occasional crack of a twig under our feet.

Chapter 25: The Silence of the Forest

I remembered something I had heard once about how when a predator is nearby, the whole forest goes quiet. All the prey animals shut up and hide, hoping not to be noticed. They say you can tell when there’s a mountain lion or bear in the area because suddenly you won’t hear any birds, won’t see any squirrels or rabbits. The forest just goes dead silent in fear.

And that’s what this felt like. Like every animal in these mountains knew there was something dangerous nearby, and they were all hiding, waiting for it to pass. Was it the Bigfoot they were afraid of? That massive creature that had sat at our fire? It made sense. Something that big, that powerful would be at the very top of the food chain in these mountains.

Chapter 26: The Return of Life

Even the wolves had run from it. Every other animal would know to stay clear, to hide when it was around. And if its presence could affect the whole forest like this, make everything go silent and still, then it was even more powerful than I’d thought. The silence was unnerving in its own way. It meant the Bigfoot was probably still out there somewhere, still in this part of the mountains, maybe watching us even now.

We moved faster, glancing over our shoulders constantly. I kept expecting to see that massive figure standing between the trees, those brown eyes watching us leave. But we never saw anything—just endless trees and that oppressive, unnatural quiet. It wasn’t until we were maybe a mile from the trailhead that we started hearing normal forest sounds again. A few birds chirping in the distance, a squirrel barking at us from a branch.

Chapter 27: Crossing the Boundary

The gradual return of life felt like crossing some invisible boundary line, leaving the Bigfoot’s territory and entering a safer zone. Jake and I both relaxed a little, though we didn’t slow down. We wouldn’t feel truly safe until we were in the truck with the doors locked. When we finally stumbled out onto the dirt road where we’d parked, the truck looked like the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

We threw our gear in the back, jumped in, and Jake started it up before I’d even closed my door. We tore out of there, kicking up rocks and dirt, not caring about the rough road or the branches scraping the sides of the truck. We just needed to get away from those mountains, away from whatever was out there in those deep woods.

Chapter 28: The Aftermath

The nearest town was about thirty miles away, and we didn’t say a word to each other the entire drive. We were both too shaken up, too busy processing what had happened. When we finally pulled into a gas station on the edge of town, we just sat there in the parking lot, staring at the normal people going about their normal lives. They had no idea what was out there in those mountains—no idea that Bigfoot was real, that it walked those forests, scared off wolves, and sat by campfires.

Eventually, Jake broke the silence. He asked if we were going to tell anyone. I didn’t know what to say. Who would believe us? Even if we told the truth, people would think we were crazy or lying or that we’d been hallucinating from fear and exhaustion. There was no proof, no photos, nothing but our word. And our word would sound insane to anyone who wasn’t there.

Chapter 29: The Report

But we decided we had to tell someone, even if they didn’t believe us. So, we went into the gas station and asked if there was a ranger station nearby. The clerk gave us directions, looking at us kind of funny because we were filthy and exhausted and probably looked half crazy. We drove over there and tried to explain what had happened to the ranger on duty.

We told him about the wolves, about the roar, about the creature that sat by our fire. The ranger listened politely, took notes, and nodded in all the right places. But I could see in his eyes that he didn’t believe us. He probably thought we’d seen a bear and our imaginations had run wild. When we finished, he thanked us for the report and said they’d keep an eye out for wolf activity in that area. Didn’t say a word about the Bigfoot.

Chapter 30: Processing the Experience

We left feeling stupid for even trying to tell anyone. On the long drive home, Jake and I finally talked about it. We went over every detail, making sure we both remembered it the same way, that we hadn’t imagined or misremembered something. But our stories matched perfectly. The wolves circling, the roar from the trees, the massive creature stepping into the firelight, the way it sat down and ate our food, the terrifying power in its body, the intelligence in its eyes.

Neither of us had dreamed it or made it up. It had really happened. We also talked about what it meant. That creature could have killed us easily if it wanted to. One swipe of those massive arms and we’d have been done. But instead, it had saved us from the wolves and then sat peacefully by our fire.

Chapter 31: The Mystery of Intelligence

Why was it curious about us? Did it understand we weren’t a threat? Or was there something more to it—some kind of intelligence or reasoning that we couldn’t comprehend? Jake thinks the Bigfoot recognized that we were in trouble and decided to help, like it understood the situation and made a conscious choice to intervene. I’m not sure I buy that. It seems too human, too rational. But I also can’t explain its behavior any other way.

It drove off the wolves, sure, but then it sat with us. It could have just scared them away and left. Instead, it stuck around, shared our fire, ate our food. That suggests something beyond basic animal behavior. Whatever its motivations, I’m grateful it showed up when it did. Without that Bigfoot, I don’t think we would have survived that night.

Chapter 32: The Fear and Wonder

And yeah, it was terrifying—the most terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced. But it was also kind of incredible to be that close to something that’s supposed to be a myth, a legend, and to realize it’s real. That changes you. I think about that night all the time—the feeling of complete helplessness when those wolves were circling, the shock of hearing that massive roar, the surreal sight of that huge hairy figure sitting across the fire from us.

Sometimes I wonder if I should have tried to get a picture, but my phone was dead. And honestly, in the moment, the last thing on my mind was documentation. I was just trying to stay alive. Jake and I both agreed we’re never going camping that deep in the mountains again—at least not without being way more prepared. Better weapons, satellite phone, more knowledge of the area. What we did was stupid and reckless, and we’re lucky we survived.

Chapter 33: The Bigger Picture

That wilderness isn’t a playground. It’s real and wild and dangerous. And there are things out there that most people don’t believe exist. We know better now. But I’m also glad we went, in a weird way, because now I know Bigfoot is real. I know it’s out there in those mountains, living its life far away from human civilization. I know it’s dangerous and powerful but maybe not mindlessly aggressive.

I know the world is bigger and stranger than I thought. And there’s something kind of beautiful about that, even if it scared the hell out of me. These days, when I hear people talk about Bigfoot sightings or cryptids, I don’t laugh anymore. I don’t roll my eyes or think they’re crazy because I know what they might have seen is real.

Chapter 34: The Isolation of Truth

I know that feeling of trying to explain something impossible to people who will never believe you. It’s frustrating and isolating, but it’s also kind of a relief to know the truth, even if no one else does. Sometimes I wonder if that Bigfoot is still out there in the same area. If it remembers that night the way I do—if it ever thinks about the two scared humans it found by a fire surrounded by wolves.

Probably not. It’s an animal after all, even if it’s an incredibly intelligent and powerful one. But maybe, on some level, it remembers the same way I’ll remember that night for the rest of my life. The thing that sticks with me most is the silence—the unnatural quiet in the forest as we hiked out.

Chapter 35: The Reminder of Nature

Every animal hiding from the apex predator in their midst. It was a reminder that we were in the Bigfoot’s world, not the other way around. Those mountains belong to it and creatures like it. We were just visitors—not particularly welcome ones at that. The fact that we made it out safely was more luck than anything else—a quirk of chance that the Bigfoot decided to help us rather than ignore us or worse.

My buddy handles it differently than I do. He doesn’t like to talk about it much. Says it gives him anxiety to think about that night. He’s thrown himself into work and normal life, trying to put it behind him. But I can’t do that. I think about it constantly. I read everything I can find about Bigfoot sightings, watch documentaries, look at maps trying to figure out exactly where we were.

Chapter 36: The Unsolved Mystery

Part of me wants to go back to see if I can find any evidence, any trace of that creature, but I know I never will. That was a once-in-a-lifetime encounter, and I’m not sure I’d survive a second one. The experience changed how I see the world. I used to think we humans had everything figured out—that science had cataloged every major species on Earth. But now I know better.

There are still mysteries out there, still undiscovered things living in the wild places humans rarely venture. The Bigfoot proved that to me. And if Bigfoot is real, what else might be out there that we’ve dismissed as myth or legend? It’s both exciting and humbling to realize how little we truly know.

Chapter 37: The Sacred Mountains

The mountains themselves feel different to me now, too. Before this happened, I saw them as beautiful but ultimately knowable places. Now, they feel mysterious, almost sacred. They’re home to something ancient and powerful—something that’s managed to stay hidden from modern civilization. That takes intelligence, strategy, and an understanding of how to avoid humans even as we encroach further into the wilderness.

People ask me sometimes why I’m telling this story now, months after it happened. The truth is, I’ve been working up the courage. I knew people would call me crazy, would say I was looking for attention or making it up for internet points or whatever. And maybe some people will, but I had to tell someone beyond my buddy and that skeptical ranger.

Chapter 38: The Importance of Sharing

I had to get it out there, put it on record, let the world know what I saw. Because if it happened to us, it’s probably happened to others. And they deserve to know they’re not alone—that someone else has seen what they’ve seen. So yeah, that’s my story. My buddy and I went camping in the deep Appalachian Mountains. We got surrounded by wolves. A massive Bigfoot came out of the trees, scared them off, and then sat by our fire and ate our food.

We survived the night and made it back to civilization. We’ll never forget it. And whether you believe me or not, I know what I saw. I know what saved us that night. And I’ll be forever grateful to that creature, whatever it was, for giving us a second chance.