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YEAR: 1983
SEASON: Fall
MONTH: September
DATE: 15
STATE: Washington
COUNTY: Snohomish County
LOCATION DETAILS: Hwy.530, Turn R. 3 miles E. of Arlington.
Jim Creek Road
NEAREST TOWN: Arlington
NEAREST ROAD: Hwy 530
OBSERVED: My family's property bordered a small creek, the other side of the creek basicly was the north central cascades. An area composed of huge tracts of USFS land mixed with clearcuts.
The creek supports a modest run of salmon, my dogs and I were out to see if any fish had made it up into "our" part of the river. The field we were walking in is bordered by very thick brush that grows along the fence. Beyond that lies the creek. The far bank is 20 feet high, covered with cedar, hemlock and brush.
We were walking through the field when the most earth shattering sound stopped us dead in our tracks.
The sound was best described as a "hoot",
but delivered with incredible volume...HOOOOOOTTT!!!
We stopped dead in our tracks. I knew exactly what I was hearing. Frozen, the feeling of terror was overwhelming. This lasted around 5 seconds, when the second HOOOOOOTT!! rang out.
The plan was clear, we ran. Fast.
As we ran, the final HOOOOOOT!! came from behind us, streaking thru thigh high fieldgrass, I was sure that I was seconds away from having my arms ripped off by a mountain devil.
I can laugh now about how I felt, but after talking with other friends who have had run-ins with Sasquach, the common thread in our experiences seems to be uncontrolable fear.
Like being hunted.
The dogs and I ran into the house, breathless and bug eyed with terror, I made my mother come out to the backyard where we listened for the noise.
Of course, all was quiet.
ALSO NOTICED: The feeling of terror was like nothing I have ever felt.
OTHER WITNESSES: I was the only human witness, but my two dogs were with me. The dogs reaction was quite similar to mine.
OTHER STORIES: Over the years many of my friends would share tales of encounters, from sightings to track finds to incidents like mine, everyone seems to have a story.
TIME AND CONDITIONS: Afternoon
ENVIRONMENT: The incident took place in a old field that borders Jim Creek. A thick band of Salmonberry, Alder, Thimbleberry and Blackberry separates the field from the creek bed.
The far side of the creek (was) mature 2nd growth that mixes with stands of Alder and Maple, Cedar and Hemlock.
The forest floor was thick Salmonberry and other brush.
The entire area was logged off in 1996.