In the late 1960s, two friends that had been hired by Joe Manuck
to clean some of the bigger rocks off a logging road (done to prevent
the cat skinner's kidneys from taking a terrible pounding) reported to
me that they had been followed by something big and black that stayed
well hidden just out of sight but not earshot. (Note: This particular
logging road is roughly two miles from Frenchman's Bay and three miles
from what used to be Oscar Greenland's homestead.)
Equipped with large
steel bars to pry the rocks loose, they would then roll the boulders
to the edge of the road and into the bush. While taking breaks from
their job, they would constantly hear something breaking branches not
too far in the bush. When they moved, it moved. The more intent they
became in listening (probably because they were scared by now) the
more they could hear footfalls. Once purposely peeking into the bush,
one of them caught a glimpse of what he thought was an awfully tall
black bear. Although nothing else eventful happened, they did mention
that whatever was out there in the bush making noise followed them up
to the top of the mountain and halfway back down again before becoming
disinterested with their rock rolling.
©
Ken Kristian
West Coast
Sasquatch Research
http://www.westcoast-sasquatch.com
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