My first Sasquatch encounter, never told before.
Answering a question on a group just now, I got to write for the first time the account or my first encounter, or at least the first one I can now consciously remember, at age 17.
1981, early October, Mission, Fraser Valley, BC. Ten young lads went out camping on Native lands without caring about asking permission and built a hut with a lot of cedar boughs. It was spawning season and plenty of salmon filled river and shores.
In the middle of the night, heavy footsteps. We all were frozen and heard the same message in telepathy, some described it as in their dreams, while others said they heard words, but not with their ears. We were scolded for settling in as invaders without respecting the land, it had to do with cutting green trees, and before we could react…
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