I have included a map this time for better a visual. Wink! Ok, The place I was at last night deep..in the Atchafalaya basin is a place I've camped at least...100 times since 2005. This is in what they call the Southern Campground. Super primitive. No water, nothing but hardwood bottomland /Mixed swamp in places. It is exactly 1/2 mile from the Atchafalaya river, a super fast undercurrent river that many...people have lost their lives attempting to swim across. There is Bigfoot history here. Alot of our 1st few years Louisiana audio, came from here. I used to hear wood knocks all the time. Then, the flood of 2016 changed everything. They must've moved to higher, better ground. Now there is nothing. (I think...I heard one last night tho).
Incident #1. 2013-14. Spring. I was in what we call basecamp. Its a cut in the woodline that I would mow every fall and winter for camping. I let nature reclaim it 5 years ago. Anyway, I was camping and had my CR250 dirt bike with me as I was riding the next morning. This particular night, I forgot my damn tent! (forehead slap). So, I slept what I call "open air". Meaning I just put my sleeping system (bedding) in the bed of my truck. The CR was on the ground on a stand 5 feet behind the truck. That night the temp got down to about 58 degrees. All I had to cover was a cloth packing blanket. I had a loaded Vaquero 45 lc at my right side. I put the blanket over my face to help keep the damn mosquitos at bay. I goto sleep. About 4 am, I was awakened, by the most God-awful.... smell....It wasn't me! Wasn't my blanket or anything else with me. The smell was so nauseating, it woke me up out of a dead....stage 4 sleep! I heard quick movement then I quickly sat up and looked around. 4am is quite dark so, I saw nothing. I can't describe the smell because I have nothing to compare it to. It wasn't rotten eggs, garbage like most encounters. Just an extremely offensive odor!
Incident # 2 Also Southern campground. About 2 years ago. I was camped where I was last night. About maybe 10 feet from the actual spot in what we call the "little cubbyhole". This is a cut right next to basecamp to the east. This night, I forgot my CPAP. Ya'll see a pattern here? Always forgetting something. Lol. Anyway, I was in my tent (had that) and went to sleep. So, with Sleep Apnea, you gasp for air all night, starving your heart and brain. Without a CPAP, your body, mind will not get complete rest. I have a bad case of it. Anyway, I went to sleep. I must've been having a bad episode and was again awakened by the most God awful smell right out a stage 4 Sleep. It was awful. Just awful! I awoke, and could have sworn I heard what to my ears sounded like, Chimpanzees screaming trailing away from my camp. I am a bit of a sensitive. Not the best, but pretty sharp. My intuition was telling me that, they heard me gasping for air, and came to investigate. Pretty sure my guides told me this: I have read on more than one account that if humans are in genuine...peril, If there is a Bigfoot nearby, they will come and assist. I dunno.
Incident # 3. I was camping in the southern campground. I had heard some coyotes in the same spot 2 nights in a row. So, I went to where I thought they were coming out and was standing there waiting to start the recorder like 7 pm. All of a sudden, about 50 yards away thru the woods I heard C R A C K !!! A POWER Knock! A mean A real whooper of a knock! Wood on wood! Like A baseball player swinging for the fence! Loudest I have ever heard live, in the field. And....I missed it by 13.....damn....seconds! Powerknock of the century, right there. Missed.....
Incident #1. 2013-14. Spring. I was in what we call basecamp. Its a cut in the woodline that I would mow every fall and winter for camping. I let nature reclaim it 5 years ago. Anyway, I was camping and had my CR250 dirt bike with me as I was riding the next morning. This particular night, I forgot my damn tent! (forehead slap). So, I slept what I call "open air". Meaning I just put my sleeping system (bedding) in the bed of my truck. The CR was on the ground on a stand 5 feet behind the truck. That night the temp got down to about 58 degrees. All I had to cover was a cloth packing blanket. I had a loaded Vaquero 45 lc at my right side. I put the blanket over my face to help keep the damn mosquitos at bay. I goto sleep. About 4 am, I was awakened, by the most God-awful.... smell....It wasn't me! Wasn't my blanket or anything else with me. The smell was so nauseating, it woke me up out of a dead....stage 4 sleep! I heard quick movement then I quickly sat up and looked around. 4am is quite dark so, I saw nothing. I can't describe the smell because I have nothing to compare it to. It wasn't rotten eggs, garbage like most encounters. Just an extremely offensive odor!
Incident # 2 Also Southern campground. About 2 years ago. I was camped where I was last night. About maybe 10 feet from the actual spot in what we call the "little cubbyhole". This is a cut right next to basecamp to the east. This night, I forgot my CPAP. Ya'll see a pattern here? Always forgetting something. Lol. Anyway, I was in my tent (had that) and went to sleep. So, with Sleep Apnea, you gasp for air all night, starving your heart and brain. Without a CPAP, your body, mind will not get complete rest. I have a bad case of it. Anyway, I went to sleep. I must've been having a bad episode and was again awakened by the most God awful smell right out a stage 4 Sleep. It was awful. Just awful! I awoke, and could have sworn I heard what to my ears sounded like, Chimpanzees screaming trailing away from my camp. I am a bit of a sensitive. Not the best, but pretty sharp. My intuition was telling me that, they heard me gasping for air, and came to investigate. Pretty sure my guides told me this: I have read on more than one account that if humans are in genuine...peril, If there is a Bigfoot nearby, they will come and assist. I dunno.
Incident # 3. I was camping in the southern campground. I had heard some coyotes in the same spot 2 nights in a row. So, I went to where I thought they were coming out and was standing there waiting to start the recorder like 7 pm. All of a sudden, about 50 yards away thru the woods I heard C R A C K !!! A POWER Knock! A mean A real whooper of a knock! Wood on wood! Like A baseball player swinging for the fence! Loudest I have ever heard live, in the field. And....I missed it by 13.....damn....seconds! Powerknock of the century, right there. Missed.....
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