Hunters Drone Caught Terrifying Evidence of Bigfoot – Shocking Sasquatch Discovery

The Encounter

I never thought I’d be sharing this story. Not like this. But it’s been years, and I was there when it happened.

The Setting

It was September 2016, near the Cascades, right by the riverbank. The trees were shaking, the wind was biting, and the air was thick with the damp smell of wet earth and pine needles. Tom, my buddy, and I had just finished setting up our drone, eager to capture the forest from above. Just another hunting trip, or so we thought.

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The First Signs

As we launched the drone, a strange sound broke the evening stillness—three sharp knocks coming from the trees. It wasn’t the wind; I froze. My heart raced as I pointed it out to Tom, who laughed it off, dismissing it as my imagination. But something felt off. I had heard plenty of sounds in the woods before, but these knocks were deliberate, rhythmic. It wasn’t long before I spotted something odd in the snow—large, almost human-like footprints.

The Growing Unease

Tom shrugged off my concerns, suggesting they were just old bear tracks. But these prints were different—clean, well-defined, and massive, with a stride that suggested something tall and powerful had passed through. As night fell, the atmosphere shifted. We sat by the fire, trying to ignore the growing sense of dread. Then came the knocks again, echoing through the trees, closer this time.

The Night of Terror

The night was unbearable. I lay in my sleeping bag, unable to sleep, haunted by the sounds and the footprints. Around midnight, the knocking stopped, leaving an unsettling silence. I should have left then, but Tom insisted we stay.

The next day, we discovered torn tree bark high up on a pine, shredded as if by something with immense strength. The knocking returned, louder and closer. We launched the drone again, catching a heat signature—a large, upright figure moving through the trees.

The Encounter

Then, it happened. As we walked along the river, I spotted it—a massive figure, partially obscured by the trees. It was tall, covered in dark hair, with long arms that reached past its knees. It watched us, its dark eyes filled with intelligence. I whispered, “Bigfoot,” and Tom’s face went pale.

The creature raised its hand and struck the trunk of a tree—knock, knock, knock—the same three knocks we had heard before. Tom fumbled with his camera, but I was too stunned to even think about taking a picture. The creature stepped back into the forest, leaving us in shock.

The Aftermath

We sat in silence, processing what had just happened. There was no denying it; Bigfoot was real. The fear we had felt transformed into awe. We left the woods early, not bothering to pack properly, and drove back to town in a daze.

That night, I replayed the encounter in my mind. Tom and I agreed to keep our experience a secret. We knew that if we shared it, people would come looking—hunters, thrill-seekers, scientists. Whatever we had seen didn’t want to be found.

The Choice

Years passed, and I moved away, but the memory lingered. I could still hear the knocking, feel the weight of those dark eyes watching me. Tom called me last year, saying he heard the knocks again while hiking. We talked for hours, reliving that terrifying experience.

I still have the drone footage, locked away, encrypted and hidden. I know what I saw, and I won’t forget it. Bigfoot is out there, living its life undisturbed. And that’s how it should stay.

Three knocks at 3:00 a.m. still echo in my mind, faint and far away. I smile, knowing that whatever we encountered remains hidden, just as it should be.