I am from Princeton. In 2005 I was driving the Hope/Princeton near
west end of Manning park at a location where it is not uncommon to see
bears crossing the highway.
On this occasion I saw
a creature walking through the wooded brush clearing to south side of
the road where seeing a bear should have been impossible, this was
walking up-right and its entire upper torso was visible. I didn't stop
to investigate as I am not the sort to care when I have other
objectives, however I thought now might be a good time to think about
this as I have recently purchased a studio camera and a half decent
telephoto lens. I wouldn't waste mine or anybody else's time with
grainy low quality crap shots and footage of catastrophically crappy
quality. I find it hard to believe that nobody on earth can take a
simple photo...
Anyway, I have recently
moved to Chilliwack and live in a new subdivision on the mountain side
where we still have a bit of a green belt. My wife says that this area
has been said by natives to be a migratory route of the unknown
creatures. The reason I bring this up is because I have been trying
for the past 8 months now to catch an intruder on my property to no
avail. One night I briefly saw what appeared to be two amber/yellow
eyes glance up at me and disappear just as I tried to shine my high
power flash light down into the woods. Where I saw these so called
eyes would make this thing to be in the 9 to 10 foot tall range. Of
course I am not one to jump to delusional fantasy but just add
information to my recollections. Daily inspection of the tall grass
and bush down the hill side and into the wooded area indicated a tall
big footed biped, leading me to suspect a human stalker or peeping tom
of some kind, perhaps stalking our house to make a break-in attempt at
the right time. The problem here was that I could never find any
shoo/boot prints... as if a bare-footed night stalker. Who in their
right mind would be out in our back woods, bare-footed...?.. And yet
every time I try to catch a glimpse of whoever is making the noise
outside, I see nothing and all goes quiet. As yet nothing has been
stolen but it still bothers me. I went down and cleared a path and
cleaned up some brush, and found that the traffic in my bushes was
immense yet no distinct path was defined by anyone but myself. Since I
got a new dog and have even been tossing brick down off my upper
balcony every time we hear something sneaking about down there we have
had much less activity, but from time to time we still hear foot steps
in our back yard and in the woods. I have tried to reason to myself
that it must be coyote, but coyote are usually very noisy and not so
careful to become suddenly silent when I fly out of my bed to get to
my windows. So what would be intelligent or sneaky enough to go quiet
and try not to be seen? Human!...? or after reading about witness
reports of the level of intellect Yeti is said to posses, I am
thinking more along the lines of the unknown. In one Russian sighting
and stalking, the stalker found his subject's suspected wigwam, he
entered the structure to find a smaller structure inside covering a
hole in which he and his associates dropped a rock into that appeared
not to hit bottom. They charted the site and left the area.
If this is true that
these unknown creatures are responsible for building structures,
fires, and....hm mm I am left to believe that maybe my stalker is not
so easy to identify for reason of higher intelligence than the average
thief.
My wife had an
experience as well many years ago during a camping trip in the
Harrison area at a remote location. She was with her husband of that
time, whom she describes as a stubborn ignoramus, when she had went
into the woods to pee. While she was in the woods she heard some
crackling twigs, she quickly finished her job and ran out of there.
She told her husband that she heard something and she had a bad
feeling about it, he said he "would check it out later but not to
worry, your just being silly." Then she heard some noise in the area
where she did her business and so did her dog, who acting out of
character, ran to the boat and jumped in hiding in belly of their
boat. All of a sudden they heard an extremely load blood curdling
scream from the area of attention. They didn't walk... THEY RAN back
to their boat and took off out of there like spit through a trumpet.
This was the remote end of Harrison lake way past Echo Island in the
late '80's.
I would love to hear the rest of the story about Copper Mountain -
January 2006?????
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