Alright, so to start with my great grandma Doris (born 1913) came to live with my mom, stepdad and I when I was about 6 all the way until I was 9 (I think). Anyway, she had dementia but she told all kinds of stories and I loved listening to them. My mom grew up with these stories too so I know they aren’t made up on the fly. She’d tell stories of when she lived in Colorado, Oregon, and Arizona. My favorites were the ones about animals or involving nature. One story I will never forget and what my mom and I still talk about is when she was camping in the Oregon. Anyways, she said the family was camping in Oregon for Sabbath Day picnic when their day was interrupted by blood curdling screaming (like a woman). She said everyone turned to see a a cougar fleeing in terror and an upright figure chasing it. They could see it through the brush and trees. She said it scared her mom and pop so bad the entire family immediately packed up and left. I used to think she was nuts because cougars don’t scream only to grow up learning they do. Another story in our family is from my great great Uncle Floyd. Both my great grandma and mom had this story told to them firsthand and I’ve searched for proof but couldn’t find anything relevant. So, my Uncle Floyd worked at a logging camp in Washington or Oregon-somewhere up deep in the forests. He and his crew were far from civilization and during the days would be out far from camp logging trees and then come back to camp for dinner and sleep. Well, during his stay out there he said at night rocks would be hurled at the camp and screams would echo. And when they would come back from cutting timber their camp was trashed. What scared the men so bad was the big metal oil barrels were flung across camp and some down the ridge. Heavy equipment was damaged and destroyed. Floyd and company went down to alert the authorities and a college or university (somebody scientific) recorded the data as well as taking plaster casts of the footprints. I’ve tried looking it up but I can’t find anything. I’m speculating it had to be between the 30’s-50’s. I have another story that happened to friends of mine here in Ohio. Nothing nearly as exciting. They live in Highland County on the border of Adams County. Before they sold the property they had a small donkey farm on 6 acres that nestled up against the woods and hollers that follow Brush Creek (we all consider this the foothills of the Appalachia). Anyway, my friends are older (in their 50’s) and are a very rational blue collar couple. They told me a lot of times their donkeys would freak out at night and their dog (who lived with the donkeys) would go nuts. Most of the time they attributed it to coyotes. Coyotes around here aren’t solo hunters-these guys travel in big packs. Well, after one of these many nights of carrying on. My friend-I’ll call him Joe...noticed a particularly awful smell. He said it smelled dead but worse than dead. And he went back in the pasture (the paddock sits between the woods and the house) to check it out, I guess thinkin that an animal had died back there. As he’s back there lookin around he gets hit with a flying rock. And he immediately takes off. Now, Joe suffers from short man syndrome or a Napoleon complex. He’s the type of guy who’s a mans man. Doesn’t let anything phase him. But, when he told me this, he was very visible shaken. And this is the guy who has spent his life in the woods hunting, fishing, and playin around on four wheelers. They’ve since moved. And I’ve camped, fished and hiked those areas and have never come across anything that made me think of Bigfoot. But, I did run into a very angry coyote. Anyways, those are my stories. And if anyone has anything that could help me prove the logging camp one, I’d be appreciative!!!