A share from Rick, who had an encounter while on a four-day backpacking trip to spread ashes of his mother in a mountain range in the Yukon that she loved. On the first night of his camp, Sasquatches began to try to smother his campfire while he stepped away to take a leak. He saw someone moving in the trees and thought it was a person. He shot into the air, and as his ears were ringing, he saw the Sasquatch standing behind the tree about 30 feet away. When he shot again, he heard two sets of footsteps running away.
As he was sitting at his fire while trying to regain his composure, pine cones began to land on his fire with pinpoint accuracy. He decided to pack up and leave, and as he hiked back to the pickup point, he continued to shoot rounds to keep them at bay. He camped at the pickup point for the next few days until the plane returned, where he endured mimicked owl hoots, strange growls, screams and other sounds in the distance. He had 1 round left out of 60 when the plane returned.
