Someone Attacked Our Scout Camp
Something Weird in the Woods. Bigfoot Maybe?
I was a Boy Scout growing up and had a lot of fun with some life long friends. There is one camping incident that really stuck in my head. The chosen spot was one we all had to hike to. We had out backpacks and gear and made it up the trail. It was about 85 degrees outside and it felt like 120 carrying the backpacks and our other supplies. There were cabins at the top of the hill and a nice little campground. Our Scout leader wanted us to experience the hiking so he had parked his car up at the campsite for any emergencies before he hiked up the hill with us.
Once we got there, we unpacked everything and were really relieved that we had little cabins to stay in as it was kind of cold at night in the mountains. We setup camp and by the time we were done, it was dinner time. We cooked hotdogs over the fire and while we ate we went over a few details about camping, poison oak, and a little bit of history of our troop. Then we started to tell urban legend stories. One kid asked if we had heard about Bigfoot. Of course all of us had so we laughed about it. No one really believed it. He was ridiculed for the rest of the night until we all went to bed.
While we were all sleeping in our cabins that night, something got into all of our supplies. Whatever it was did it real quiet like because none of us woke up during the night. Our food was scattered everywhere. Our counselor said it was probably a skunk and we were lucky that we didn’t see it or we would spend the rest of the trip smelling. We helped him salvage what was left and locked it in his car. Luckily for us, he already had brought extra knowing something like this would happen so we were still well fed and ready for the next few nights.
The next night while we were sleeping I awoke to this really weird grunting noise. Thinking that it might be a skunk, I didn’t look at first but then I heard heavy, padded footsteps. Curious, I peered through the cabin window and suddenly couldn’t breathe as I saw it. It was this ape like thing. About 9 feet tall and really super hairy. It had a face that looked more human than ape though. I slid to the floor pulling my knees to my chest. I wasn’t going to let this thing know I was awake.
The next morning the campsite looked normal except when the counselor went to his truck we could hear all kinds of swearing. We ran over and saw what had happened. There were big claw marks in the side of the door where something tried to pry the door open.
“I saw a creature last night. It was real hairy and look like a man. Maybe he did it?”
The counselor looked over at me, slightly annoyed. “What probably did this was a bear. What you saw was probably in a dream from all of those Bigfoot stories you guys were telling.”
He looked directly at me then at the trail of food. “Get hungry last night?”
“Um no. It wasn’t me. I just woke up.”
He started to run at me and I ran back into my cabin and shut the door. It was then when I saw the footprints on the dusty floor. They were big prints, much too big for a human, but in human form. I moved away from the door and let the counselor in. He stopped yelling when he saw the print.
“Did you just draw that in the dust? Don’t lie now.”
“No,” I stammered.
He looked around the cabin and found some long hair that resembled dog hair stuck in one of the drawers. “Do you know what this is?”
“OK You’re off the hook. Something is going after our food.”
The next night we put the food in the big cabin and we all slept in there. In the middle of the night there was a lot of banging in the cabins and in the car outside. Something tried to open the big cabin’s door several times then stopped. Whatever or whoever it was was smart enough to know how to turn a door handle. When we went out in the morning there were huge footprints coming to and leaving from the cabin.
I never went camping again.