Original photo: Photoxpress
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Wilbur Clark comments:
I would like to take a second or three to tell of a strange ordeal a young family went through one night in 1978 while hunting in the mountains above Fairview, Oregon. The story has been told to many people before; the encounter is one of the scariest Ive ever heard. The young couple in their late twenties were hunting deer on a mountainside called Moon Creek. Along with them were their two young twins about three years old.
Sometime before dusk the truck became hopelessly stuck in a deep rut from four wheelers. The family thought it possible to walk out to the main paved road called Moon Creek Road. Alan, the husband told me later that's when the trouble started around dusk.It seemed to them someone was following them on foot back a ways out of sight.
They could hear branches crack and the definite sounds of heavy feet hitting the ground.The couple reached the pavement shortly after dark and began the 5 mile walk towards Farview road. Absolutely no traffic was on that road. Almost right away the couple knew someone was in back of them just out of reach following them down the road. In one area where the moon was shining on the ground the couple saw a huge looming figure like a giant man or ape walking behind them.
Alan yelled out several times to get some response from the figure but was not able to get a reply. The couple were for lack of words "terrified" by the shadow of that figure. Alan had brought his 30-30 with them and shot one bullet straight in the air. When the shot ended a great scream from just seemingly feet behind them rang out. Not a woman's scream but some kind of terrible low to high pitch howl.
Alan knew whatever was following them was not human. He caught a glimpse of some type of big upright creature walking along the high bank of the road. He told me whatever that thing was had to be over eight feet tall. Alan told his wife to keep walking down the mountain and he would try to protect her and the kids from it coming any closer. Soon whatever it was turned off the road and over a steep cliff leaving them. They could hear the sound of branches breaking as the thing left.
They got to the first house near the entrance of Moon Creek and called a friend to come pick them up. The next day Alan got a friend to help retrieve the stuck pickup. When they arrived at the site the ground was covered with large footprints. The cooler had been taken out of the back and the contents scattered about.
This is how the story was told to me. Alan was killed in a logging accident years later on but my sister (his wife) still remembers that night on Moon Creek.
Thank you. What a wonderful sighting for us to read. I'm sure your sister and her husband were troubled with that sighting for a long time. ... LPN