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Sasquatch Spotted Standing Behind Ryegate House in Vermont
Frozen In Awe The Creature Looked About 8 Feet Tall
Patrick writes RMSO
Dear RMSO,
My name is Patrick and I am writing you today about a bigfoot encounter I had with 2 of my friends in the summer of 2009 at my buddies uncle's house in North Ryegate, VT. It was late one night and my friends and I were spending some time in the office watching videos on the computer. The office was toward the back of the house and about 15 yards from the office room window were two sheds one for firewood and the other for tools and yard supplies. We had the window cracked open and heard some rustling around in the leaves. My friend Kyle grabbed a flashlight from the kitchen and returned to the office. My friends Mike and Kyle were crowding the window and I was toward the back.
Kyle began scanning the yard for the noise we had heard thinking we may see a deer and they simultaneously saw a large animal standing upright next to the shed. It took me a second to see it myself but I budged my way in between them and was shocked, the animal appeared to have one arm reaching toward the top of the firewood shed, which was about 10 feet tall, and the creature looked to be about 8 feet tall itself. We were frozen in awe at the site of this animal and Kyle held the flashlight in place for what felt like 2 minutes. The creature at one point turned toward us and its eyes reflected the light. We decided to immediately back away from the window because it was terrifying. We had the light and monitor off and were crouching by the door whispering to one another about whether it could have been a bear or not. I was still facing the window and Kyle and Mike facing me. About a minute after backing up from the window I saw the shadow of a head pass by the window which was about 7 to 8 feet from the ground.
They didn't see it but I began to freak out and took off through the house, into the garage and up the stairs to the loft where we had been staying. From the garage we turned the front and back yard spotlights on and were awake all night scared out of our minds. The next day we were riding our bikes down a dirt road about 5 minutes from the house. We stopped to take a break and had just gotten off of our bikes when we heard what sounded like a boulder or large log drop and smash the ground, whatever it was was close enough that I could feel the ground shake because I was closest to the noise. Immediately after whatever hit the ground we heard an ear piercing roar. Flight mode kicked in and I don't think I've ever ridden a bike faster in my life. The slam and roar sounded extremely close and it was the middle of the day but we didn't see a thing.
What motivated me to write about the encounter in Vermont was 2 experiences I had recently in Easthampton, Ma the city I currently live in. A month ago my friend Alex and I set up a camping spot about a mile into a densely wooded area near my house. We decided that night to have a fire and some drinks at the spot. About an hour after we started the fire we heard what sounded like something on two legs walking toward us from the darkness. At first we thought nothing of it. A few minutes later we heard it take a few steps closer. It continued to walk in our direction in that pattern take two steps or so and wait a few minutes.
We were a mile into the woods off of the road and it was about midnight but my first thought was that it must be a person watching us. We began calling out to it saying "whoever you are make yourself known" but got no response. I began tossing sticks in the direction of the noise and continued to yell but still no response and kept hearing whatever it was walking in the general area of where we had last heard it. I turned my flashlight on but saw nothing took a few steps off of the trail where we had out fire set up but saw nothing. The hairs on my neck began to stand on end and whatever it was sounded to be at least the size of a human.
We weren't comfortable with the idea of being stocked so immediately took off toward the road. I can't think of any animal that wouldn't have responded to us yelling and throwing things at it never mind being that close to a fire. About a week ago we decided to go back out to have another fire. As soon as we got back to the spot we heard a repetitive whooping howl coming from deeper within the forest. First time I had ever heard a howl like that and it was eerily incredible. It continued for about 30 seconds and after it stopped we both agreed that it couldn't have been a dog or any other local animal that we could think of at the time whether it be coyote, bear or even fox. It was very distinct.
Shortly after the howling stopped we heard the same movement just off the path in the exact spot as previously and didn't stick around much longer after we heard a stick snap under the feet of whatever was moving around. What's interesting about the whole situation is that I've lived in this city most of my life and traveled those woods many times and have never had any experiences like that before but large portions of the woods have been taken down recently in preparation of building new housing developments. If it was a bigfoot then I feel that the recent removal of trees and construction have aggravated it or them.
Those are my experiences with what I believe to be Sasquatch and although in the more recent encounters I didn't see anything what I said is 100% true and not fabricated at the least.
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Missionary Ridge Bigfoot Visited Our Camp
Dena writes RMSO
This is my story , it happened a long time ago. I was a young women in my twentys. I was living and working in Durango Colorado , so was my friend.
We had a base camp, that we returned to every night to build a campfire and cook. This camp was only accessible by private property and a locked gate. The area was called Missionary Ridge.
We each had our own vehicles, when our work day was over we came back to this private camp that we had created. My tent was built for rugged camping , it was a 5 person Army tent all canvas.
This base camp was located behind a exclusive children's camp that had horses. The camp was all locked up and everyone had returned home after a summer of fun. We had the privilege of being in this remote area because my friend had worked for the owner to the camp as his wrangler that summer. The days were growing colder, I knew we would soon take a motel . The creek water was freezing .
After we ate we sat around the campfire drumming and playing guitar .We did the same things every night. We fixed dinner over blazing camp fire. After dinner we played guitar ,sang songs, and I had a drum I loved to play. On the night the creature visited us we sang a song that we made up.
This may sound crazy but it is the truth we sang about animals that were struggling with extinction. Then we walked to the tent with a flash light. Once we entered the tent, we wasted no time in getting into our sleeping bags, it was bitter cold. The same second we turned the lights off , that's when it began .
The sound was mournful and long and very loud. It did not stop , it was almost pitiful . We both wondered if it was injured. We were terrified . Because we were boxed in. This creature was between us and the tent. The injured sounds morphed into indescribable noises. I felt my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. I was afraid that the creature would hear me. We wanted to run to our vehicle but it was between us and our cars. We were also paralyzed ,
Not much to say the creature left sometime in the night . We got out as soon as morning light came. This experience changed my life. I stopped living on the edge of wilderness or in . Before its visit to my tent I traveled and lived in isolated places , I camped often . I have tried to figure out its abilities. I was left thinking a certain way.
At some point I had to ask myself why I believed that . It all goes back to that night. Then I had to ask how do I know or think that . None of its message was comprehensible . It might be able to telepathically give people messages. Well Kelly that my ending ,not much but it is absolutely true. Have a great time looking, it might choose you to talk to.
Dena continues
I sent the story on Sasquatch a few minutes ago. I wanted to add some details I left out. When it was outside our tent, we were frozen , unable to move. We were Not able to move while the creature was speaking .
I tried to decipher this creatures message. My friend thought it spoke in rhythm like the music we were singing . It did seem to have some type of rhythm but not a very good sound. Also it was able to make vocals that were deafening . We never heard it come or leave.
We did look for tracks as we were getting out as fast as possible the next morning. The ground was very hard. The creature never messed with our honey or left out food on a stump. The year was 1979, I was 29 years old. We took a motel by the month on the west side of the town of Durango. This campsite was a boxed in area, only one way in and one way out. We knew this creature was huge because of the noises it made. No human can copy this creatures vocal abilities. This is why you know who has come to your tent .
Here are my and my dads stories. My first one didn't happen there Encounter #1 My first experience we were camping near Eagle Meadows, it is just past Strawberry, CA. This was aprox July of 1976. I was 12. The spot was a spot we camped in many times right next to a nice stream. We had 3 campers and me and my dog in a tent. The moon was bright that night, not sure if it was full but it must have been very close to it. Not sure of the time, but it would of been the early morning hours. I heard heavy foot steps coming off either the hill or coming down the road coming off the hill that passed our camping spot. You could hear the lava rock in the road crunching and the heavy foot steps, bipedal. it headed towards the creek. you could hear the river rock shift as it walked down to the water. then it picked up a rock and hit another in rythem of 3 then a pause for about 10 seconds then again. it did this about 3 times. them it got up, crossed the river rock shifting again then it was heading towards my tent. I was froze with fear, couldn't move and it was getting closer. The back of the tent where the moon shown on it you could see the shadow of the big tree the tent was placed by. The bigfoot crossed into that wall casting its shadow on the wall. I could see from about the chest down. arms swaying, very noticeable hair all over. Needless to say I screamed.in terror. It did not finish going across the wall of the tent, but shot straight out. My dad came out with his gun and I made him check to see that it was gone before I opened the tent and ran to the camper to stay the rest of the night. We left the next day. no one believed me, said it was probably a bear, but it wasn't. No tracks could be found of anything. Encounter #2 aprox Aug 79 or 80 On buck hill at Pittville Rd and Bridge Creek Camp, I was walking down a hill in very dense young trees, black as night in there, luckly only about 50 yards deep. before entering this you have to walk through some heavy tall manzanita. after getting about 1/2 way through the dense trees I heard someone mumbling words like totally disgusted talking to himself like the tazmanian devil on the bugs bunny show) walking across the path I had just crossed but in the manzanita. what sounded like words were not anything I could understand and i could not see what was talking, but their were no other people in my zone hunting or that would be in that spot. I know it was a bigfoot. I was walking from North to South it was walking from West to East I come to understand later was what the called samuri chatter Encounter #3 Aprox 2 miles E of Pittville rd and Bridge Creek walking down a hill doing a drive with 2 others I walked out of a bunch of tall large trees crossed a small grove of tall manzanita that opened into a clear cut that was about 150 yards long 60 yards wide. on my left was tall trees and on my right was tall trees but only about 20 yards deep that opened into another clear cut. I got about 1/3 the way down the clear cut hugging the trees on the left. When something growling behind me. not just any growl this was deep and vibrating very low pitched. I turned around to look and scanned the manzanita but saw nothing. and I moved away from the trees to the center of the clear cut. on high alert as I could feel I was being watched. I then saw my Uncle in the other clearing walking down. so I finished the walk down. I hunt bear and know what they sound like and this was not a bear Encounter #4 Aprox 2 miles E of Pittville and Bridge Creek I was a Jr. in high school the date was mid Aug. 1981. Archery season for deer. My Uncle, My future bro-in-law, and myself had come back up to this zone to hunt 3 more days before season had closed. We had already hunted here for 2 weeks just a couple of weeks at the start of the season. During our opening season hunt I found and old tree stand by a water hole and wanted to sit on it, but couldn't during the opening of the season as I rode up with someone and didn't have a way to get to the stand. So I decided to wait until we came up at the end of the season when I would have my ATV with me. So fast forward to the 2nd trip there. My first day on the stand was uneventful, saw deer come in, birds, squirrls, chipmunks etc.. the 2nd day just before getting to my treestand while on the ATV I brushed up against some buck brush and ran a thorn into my pinkie knuckle. I made it to the stand got up there and tried to cut it out with a knife, but ended up pushing it deep into the knuclke and could no longer move my finger so couldn't use my bow. So had to go back to camp and wait for the others to take me to the hospital to get it surgically removed. Ended up cutting it out and my finger was in a splint. Ok 3 and last day on the tree stand. The part you have been waiting for. Let me explain the area so you can get an idea of what was around. The tree stand was 5 feet off the road, build between 4 medium sized trees, so it was a pretty good sized platform. Right in front of the stand was the pond it was about 20 ft wide and 30 feet long, mucky water. In from of that was a clear cut running East to West, aprox 200 yards long, then the clear cut hit a small hill and went up it I would say it was about 150 ft. The clear cut was aprox 100 yards wide. I sat in the tree stand facing West, the stand was at the right corner of the clear cut about 20 ft from the right side The right side was thick trees about 25 yards deep beyond that is more clear cut. On the left side was Thick trees. Behind the tree stand was a road running North to south and on the other side of the road was thick trees that went about 100 yards and then dropped of and a 45 degree angle to a lake a couple thousand feet lower. I parked my ATV about 100 yards down the road to he left of the tree stand. I walk to the stand, but decided I had better releive myself before getting into the stand. I walked into the woods behind the tree stand as I figured no deer would come from that direction due to the big drop off at the end of the woods. I walked about 35 yards into the woods did my business and buried it and then walked back to the stand and climbed the tree. I turned around and sat down just as the loudest, angriest, roar came from where I was just at. This was no bear, or mountain lion. I have hunted bear and know how they roar. This roar was like a lion on steriods. It vibrated my body. I was petrofied and couldn't move. I eventually got enough to turn around and look. barely looking over my shoulder, but I could not see past the trees I was sitting in, I could only see the road. I was shaking, Frozen in place, no animals were making noise anymore, it was dead silent. About 15 to 20 minutes went by and I was still scared to death. The it did it again, this time it was at the thick trees to my left just before it went up the hill, I could see nothing in the trees. Though I knew I was being watched I could feel it. Still dead silent in the woods. Apox 30 mins, (a life time) went by and I got a glimps to my left near my ATV of something tall and black run across the road towards the direction of the last roar. That's how I know their was more then 1 of them. I got no more then the glimps in my prefrial vision. This was about 3 to 3:30 in the afternoon. I knew I could not stay in this tree forever and did not want to be there come night fall. So I waited until about 1 hour after the last roar and got out of the tree and ran for the ATV. I did not look into the woods as I ran. I got on the ATV got the hell out of there. I have never been back there and I never go alone into the woods anymore. Encounter #5 Aprox 2 miles E of Pittville and Bridge Creek I had just graduated high school so this was Mid August 1982. The setting Archery season. This siting was about 1 mile North of where I ran into 2 of them in 1981. The setting We were on a logging road that had been cut into the side of the mountain. The same road that ran along the tree stand I sat in the year before and met 2 angry bigfoot. We were headed south on the left side their was about 5 to 10 feet of ground before it dropped off at about a 45 degreen angle down to a lake a couple thousand feet below covered in younger and older trees and manzanita. On the right was about a 6 foot bank then manzanita with the occasional small tree, it was an old burn area growing back the manzanita was about 5 feet high. My sister and I were in the back the truck. Bows on the cab and we were watching for deer. I was on the driver side watching down the hill, she was on the passenger side watching up the hill. My dad was driving the truck, I can't rmember who was in front with him. As we were driving along we were coming up on some tall trees growing up next to the road and branches were hanging over on my side, so I was going to have to grab my bow and prepare to either move or up my arm up to brush away the pine branches so they didn't swipe me. At that point on my side of the truck I was just having small trees may 15 to 20 feet high and manzanita. At about 30 yards from the tall trees, about large group of them thick dense area, I glanced over to see if I needed to put my arm up or move out of the way. But when I started to look back down the hill my eyes caught Mr bigfoot dead in the eye. He was standing about 5 to 10 feet off the road on my side. He was by the tall trees, but behind a smaller one about 15 feet high. He had the top of the tree pulled to the side so he could see what was coming down the road. All I could see of it was the head and right shoulder. Part of the tree top he had pulled over to see us was covering his chin, another limb was covering the area between his head and shoulder, but his shoulder was so wide it stuck out past the limb about a foot. I could not see the cone on the top of his head, it was like he had his head slightly tipped backwards and big eyes like he was in shock or surprised to see us there. He was shinny black. Black eyes with no white, I could see nosterals but couldn't make out the nose, I could not see the lips or make them out, could of been obstructed by the branch. He skin color on his face was black just like a gorilla. His fur was about 3 inches long on his shoulder, but seemed shorter around the face. If you watch the Patterson film you see that Patty had fur coming across her face under her nose and lip, this one didn't the face was just skin. It was just like how a gorillas face is laid out. Any way we locked eye for a few seconds. and I looked backed down hill. I'm guessing because I was not believing what I am seeing. I quickly looked back and got a glimpse of what I thought was a baby jumping off it. The tree that it was standing behind was rocking back and forth. right beside it a few feet away was another tree about the same size. So when I looked back I got a glimpse between the trees of a body, part of the upper arm, and part of the upper leg and back but it was like it was jumping to the ground off the big one. But the big one was gone and just the tree top swaying back and forth. I was in shock of what I saw and backed up against my sister and looked straint ahead I did not want to be on my side of the truck when we passed that tree any second. I did take a quick sideways glance when we passed it. Their was about 10 feet between that tree and the tall trees. It was a narrow clear about 40 feet deep and ended in tall manzanita. Their was nothing there. (thank God). After listening to many many bigfoot stories and watching shows. I have learned that bigfoot and get down on all fours to run fast. So I have come the conclusion that what I thought was a baby bigfoot jumping off the big one, was in fact the big one going down on all fours to get out of there. What I saw on all fours was black, but the back was silver just like a gorilla, the silver ran down the entire back and about 3 inches onto its side. I have to mention about 50 yards back from here as we were driving. On my sisters side looking up the hill I saw a spring I guess you could call it. The bank on her side was about 6 feet high and about 2 - 3 feet from the bank I saw what looked like a water hose turned on. It was water squirting up from the ground about the same size around as a water hose would do and about 8 inches high. The water was not running over the bank so it had to be going straight back into the ground. I think that bigfoot was going there to get a drink when we surprised it. This was the last time that I have ran into a bigfoot. My Dad and grandfathers Encounter My dad and grandfather in the daytime. while driving back to camp from a store run in Susanville. They were about 1 mile from camp on Pittville Rd. My dad spotted something moving through the trees, not dense trees, but sparse young trees. He stopped the truck and looked. he said it was about 6 ft tall tan / buff colored bigfoot about 200 yards out walking diagonal from him. He said it was exactly like the Patty film but going the opposite direction, he said , he said when it turn to look and him he punched the gas peddle and got out of there. He and the other men went and looked for tracks the next day, but the ground is way too rocky and they didn't find any.This was in Aug of 77 archery season. This is almost word for word what you described in your video. I thought it was my dads story until you got to the date it happened My cousin lives up there and has also had encounters in Aug We are going up scouting there in 1 week to find a new campground since they blocked off Bridge Creek from camping, I plan on filming my encounter spots
