Tulecreeper
Well-known member
I'll start.
In the summer of 1970, when I was 12, I was camping in a cab-over camper with my parents in an unimproved campground in NE Washington. It was quite remote and there was no one there except us. About 2 AM I had to answer the call of nature and I walked a few yards from the truck. The pine grove we were in was all second growth trees about 20-feet high, and all of them had branches coming down to about 4-feet off the ground so I had to bend down to see under them.
While standing there doing my thing someone/thing walked past me about 20 yards away, so I bent over to look. There was moonlight filtering through the branches and all I could see in the gloom was what looked like a pair of legs moving from left to right; the rest of it was above the low branches. Knowing that there was no one else anywhere around my Spidey-sense overloaded and I turned and flew back to the camper.
To this day I have no clue who or what that could have been. Squatch?
In the summer of 1970, when I was 12, I was camping in a cab-over camper with my parents in an unimproved campground in NE Washington. It was quite remote and there was no one there except us. About 2 AM I had to answer the call of nature and I walked a few yards from the truck. The pine grove we were in was all second growth trees about 20-feet high, and all of them had branches coming down to about 4-feet off the ground so I had to bend down to see under them.
While standing there doing my thing someone/thing walked past me about 20 yards away, so I bent over to look. There was moonlight filtering through the branches and all I could see in the gloom was what looked like a pair of legs moving from left to right; the rest of it was above the low branches. Knowing that there was no one else anywhere around my Spidey-sense overloaded and I turned and flew back to the camper.
To this day I have no clue who or what that could have been. Squatch?