Some of the best anecdotal evidence for the existence of Bigfoot and other strange creatures comes from experienced hunters and outdoorspeople. They know the woods and its creatures. They know the sight, smells, habits and behavior of bear, deer and other such animals. So when they report that they have seen something out of the ordinary, it’s worth listening. Yes, they could be mistaken; they’re not infallible in such matters, and fear can do strange things to the mind and senses. Yet the detailed account we received from Michael L. is rather compelling. This is Michael’s story...
THIS HAPPENED TO two friends and me in August, 2007, twenty miles northeast of Highway 17, near the town of Iron Bridge, Ontario. It would probably help to describe the property that we were on. It is a 750-acre parcel with a forty-foot-wide river running through it. Extending out from this river at both sides are dense marshlands. There is a set of power lines that run through the property, commonly referred to as the "hydro-lines", and there is a trail that runs underneath them, occasionally jutting out to either side.
The property has a wide variety of animals, including deer, bear, moose and a few ground squirrels. I haven't had much time to actually check out all of this property for two reasons: the property is too immense to be fully covered, and the property has only been owned by my family for the last two years. That contributes to why I found it alarming to have a strange experience on only my third visit to the property.
THE ARRIVAL
On a Friday morning at 2 a.m., I picked up my two friends, Adam and Joe, and headed up I-75 toward the Canadian border in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. We arrived at the property around three in the afternoon. We dropped the trailer off at the cabin and unloaded the car quickly. I handed my friends the set of keys to the cabin so that I could head back into Iron Bridge before nightfall to get some beer while they unpacked everything.
That evening passed uneventfully. We enjoyed the beautiful views from the hill on which the cabin rests, built a fire, listened to my friend jam out on his guitar, and basically got drunk and swapped stories. The next day, things got a bit hairy.
We woke up around eight in the morning and loaded up my Yamaha Rhino ATV, which basically looks like a golf-cart on steroids. We packed all of our fishing gear into the bed, leaving just enough room for my heavier friend to sit down comfortably. After firing the engine and putting it into gear, on a whim I decided to grab my 12-gauge rifle from the cabin. My friend Adam asked me if I was planning on fishing with it, to which I replied with a smile, "No. Wildlife protection."
After a forty-five minute drive down one-lane trails, between huge stone formations and across dry riverbeds that still threatened to get the vehicle stuck, we finally arrived at a massive lake that my dad had found during his recent visit. We parked the Rhino, took the keys out, unloaded our gear and grabbed the shotgun, as I didn't want any passerby stealing my weapon, even though there is absolutely no one near that city unless it's winter and they're on a snowmobile.
After fishing for the entire day and cooking our catch around lunch-time right on the shore, we noticed that the shadows were starting to come out and that we would only have another hour of daylight left. My friend Adam insisted that this was the best time to be fishing, so I let him do his thing while Joe and I loaded our gear into the back of the Rhino.
As I was securing my rods with a bungee cord, Joe poked me in the side and pointed at a ridge off to our right. "Do you think it's a bear?" he asked.
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