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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