If Big Foot is a Hoax, What Do People Keep Seeing Out There?

THE FOLLOWING contains excerpts from reports as told to the Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization (BFRO). It was logged as incident #78276 in February 2025. The names of those involved have been changed.

Steve got the call at 6:45pm on February 19th, 2025. He was surprised to see Mike's name come up on his phone. Mike was in the woods somewhere west of Penn State University on one of his hunting adventures.

When Steve answered, Mike responded with an urgent whisper – he was panicked and afraid: "Get your AR and get out here."

The "AR" was Steve's AR-15 rifle, a military grade semi-automatic weapon Steve could access as a member of the Penn State ROTC (Reserve Officers’ Training Corps). It seemed like overkill for hunting raccoons. Steve laughed, figuring Mike was joking.

Only it wasn't a joke.

Mike pleaded, dead serious, "Steve, listen. I'm stuck in the woods out here and there's something following me."

Two hours earlier, Mike had parked his truck along Rock Road outside State Game Land 333. He was excited for another game hunt. He'd just received his official permit.

This was his second outing. He was hoping for raccoons. What he found was something much different.

Mike grabbed his Remington 870 12-gauge shotgun and put on chest-high fishing waders, knowing he'd be crossing a stream. It was 5:20PM when Mike made it to Spring Creek, which was a foot deep in places.

All around him were pines and oak trees, and darkness beyond. The sun was setting fast. He checked his flashlight, then crossed the creek and headed into the darkening woods.

Seventy feet into the forest, Mike set up his Predator Hunter FoxPro Patriot, an electronic game call that mimics the sounds of animals. Hunters use it to attract predators.

In this case, Mike set it to generate raccoon distress sounds. He was hoping to attract other raccoons. But the raccoons were staying clear. Mike didn't realize there was another predator watching.

Mike repeated the calls in ten-minute intervals. Still no animal activity.

He walked back to the creek where he caught sight of animal tracks, something small – could be a raccoon. He followed the tracks parallel to the creek for a while.

By 6:10PM, darkness took over. Mike used his flashlight to cross a small bridge leading to a stand of pines.

That's when he heard a single loud knock against wood. Later, he would tell authorities, "it was the sound when you take a bat and give a tree a nice firm tap."

He swung his flashlight around to see what made the sound. He saw nothing but the bridge, and trees beyond. But he heard footsteps – something crunching in the twigs. There was movement to his left.

He aimed the flashlight just in time to see something large disappear behind a tree. It wasn't just big – it was walking upright.

That's the moment he called Steve.

As he pleaded to his friend for help, Mike ran into the forest, away from the creature. He had his shotgun in one hand, his flashlight in the other.

It must have run along the creek and gotten ahead of him. Because his flashlight caught it dead in the face, 40 yards away in the trees.

Mike would later describe it "like the face of King Kong", but with "a sharper nose, medium gray skin, wispy light gray hair. Pronounced brow ridge and sunken eyes. Thin lipped mouth. Blocky jaw."

The creature had no visible ears on its large head, which sloped back, a single tuft of hair on top. It seemed powerful, with a wide back, and no observable neck.

Mike guessed it was seven feet tall. Right in line with thousands of other sightings of the legendary creature.

It stared a few seconds, then disappeared behind a tree.

Mike was terrified. He forced himself backwards through thorn bushes to shortcut his way back to the creek and onto the road where his truck waited for him.

Had he just seen Big Foot?

Whatever it was, it picked the perfect land to wander. This wasn't just any wilderness. State Game Land 333 in Pennsylvania is a wildlife management area stocked for hunting.

It had just been supplied with hundreds of pheasants, and is home to multiple fish hatcheries. For a Big Foot, this wasn't just a forest. This was a buffet.

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Source:

https://www.bfro.net/gdb/show_report.asp?id=78276