Most of this past long weekend (Victoria Day in Canada), I spent interviewing a man who had an incredible story to tell.  This gentleman who was brought to my attention by fellow researcher, Cliff Barackman, (cast member of TV’s Finding Bigfoot) made a written report to Cliff’s internet page, where he briefly went over what he said to have witnessed in early October 2007.  Cliff forward the report to me, as he thought I might be interested in following up on the matter.  He was right.

Now, the gentleman did not request to remain anonymous, however, for now I will keep his identity a secret until I have some more questions answered and I have had the opportunity to share what I since learned with Cliff.

The witness in this case had spent many hours traveling, and the matter was not helped much when he realized he had taken a wrong turn and was quite a few miles driving in the wrong direction.

It was approximately 2am in the morning of October 5th, 2007, and the witness had just driven through the small town of Hudson Hope, BC on Route # 29, heading south.   He was admittedly tired, and when he spotted a road side pullout  just before the bridge which crosses the Peace River, he pulled in and came to a stop just yards from a large sign showing a map of the local area.  Shutting off the engine, he used his jacket to cover himself and then went to sleep.

He was awakened by sounds which reminded him of small rain drops striking the car windshield.  He looked about in the darkness but saw nothing, nor were there any raindrops on the car windshield or hood.  He tried to go back to sleep again but those sounds kept reoccurring and also at one point, he felt his car shake a bit.

This time he spotted what he took to be a small black bear passing by his side of the car which looked up at him as it passed, walking on all fours toward the large map sign in front of him.  He thought it was a bear, but the head of the thing seemed wrong to him.  That’s when he spotted a second figure just ahead of the map sign, a little larger than the first one; only this one was standing and moving about upright.  He also noticed that the lower windshield and hood of his car was now covered in small sticks.

These two figures, whatever they were, seemed to be amusing themselves by throwing small sticks at the car and shaking the car at one point.  He was sure they were playing a game with him.   As he watched, the figures would move here and there, fading beyond his vision in the dark to return from another angle to throw more sticks. The larger of the two was seen by the witness to throw the sticks, while the smaller one, on all fours, was observed at one time to hand off some sticks to the upright one.  He did not see the smaller one actually throw any sticks. The witness was not afraid by what he saw but was just flabbergasted.

It was while looking around from inside the car, trying to spot the little pranksters again, that he saw behind him, walking down the along the northbound lanes, a third figure approaching.  This figure was much bigger; estimated to be at least 7 feet tall, walking with purpose, but not really fast, towards the pullout. The witness now felt intimidated.

He started the car engine, turned on the lights and started pulling back onto Route #29.  Looking back, the large figure slowed its approach but it didn’t really stop.  Just before the entrance to the bridge, he brought the car to a halt, got out to look back and to try and take a photo of the large one with his flip phone camera, which was all he had at the time.  But as the saying goes, it was not to be, as the combination of darkness and no flash, it was revealed later that his images showed nothing but blackness.

While the witness was standing outside the car trying to take the photos, he did observe the larger upright of the two small ones walk up to the 7-footer, however, he never saw the smaller all-four walker again.

The 7-footer at this point made a loud noise, witch he described as a loud HUFF,  in his direction and the witness felt this was a ‘Get away from here’  signal which he wasted no time complying with; jumping back in the car and heading across the bridge.

This is where the encounter ended.  It was much more detailed but I am just writing a short version here to save space.

We talked for a long while and I did not get the impression by his telling of the story that he was seeking attention, or trying to hoax me in any way.  Which, of course, could simply mean he is a very good yarn spinner, perhaps?

So much more I could write about this fascinating claim.  However, I do have red flags so I will be asking many more questions.

Thomas Steenburg