Camper hears stomping and breathing in early morning hours.

Oregonbigfoot.com file# 01836

REPORT OVERVIEW

Date: May , 1990
Shasta county, CA
Nearest town:
McCloud
Nearest road:

Conditions:
Cool evening
Time:
Pre dawn dark hours
Location:
Gilman Road and Fender Ferrys Road past the bridge. It was the last campground in the Shasta Park. There were a lot of logging trucks traveling this road.

REPORT DETAIL

Description of event: We were tent camping at the furthermost campground in the Shasta system off Fender Ferrys Road. Our party consisted of four adults and our four-year-old daughter at the time. My dad and brother sleep on the boat that was tied to the shore, and myself, my husband and daughter slept in the tent.

It was strange upon setting up camp, as we had encounter several wild animals, which left us wondering why were we out so far in the wilderness. There were other campers at this campground; otherwise we wouldn't have stayed. Before turning in, we used the restroom and as my husband waited outside with the flashlight, he flashed it up a hillside across Fender Ferrys Road in the darkness when he caught a set of eyes staring his direction. As he kept the light on the eyes, they moved laterally behind a tree trunk, rather then turn to the side or look down. It was dense forest. My husband pointed the flashlight elsewhere then back again and caught the eyes again. Once more, they sidestepped behind a tree. He mentioned the strange way the eyes moved behind the tree and we didn't think a whole lot about it.

After going to bed, we had a bout with a momma and baby bear tearing into our ice chests and we ended up floating them out to the boat so we could get some sleep. No sooner we fell asleep, “joggers”, running making noise, awakened me. I thought it must be the other campers running, goofing around, but realized how unlikely that would be, now that it was about 1:30 or 2:00 a.m. As I listened, the stomping got louder, harder and closer. We were camped on the shore, down below a slight slope from the dirt campground road. I began to panic lying there realizing it was coming right down towards our tent. It ran two footed, down the slope right to our tent and stopped suddenly at our tent and stood there breathing hard. I was too afraid to make a sound, and couldn't wake up my husband. I reached for our miners pick and slowly got up. I stood there holding the pick for several minutes knowing something was standing outside the wall of our tent. All I could think of was if I woke my husband, he would make a noise upon awakening and "it" might come through the tent. I prayed my daughter would stay asleep. After at least ten minutes, I couldn't here anything. I didn't here anything walk away or any movement. We believe that what ever my husband had been flashing his light at must have come down off the mountainside across Fender Ferrys Road. We were the first campsites at the campground on the right hand side along the shore. At daylight, we packed up our stuff and left to another campground closer to I5 at Beehive. We never thought to check for tracks we were too shook up.

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