San Diego County, California · 2012-07-22 · from the BFRO archive
My wife and I were camping in the Cleveland National Forest, Mount Laguna area. [East of San Diego] The campground is called Burnt Rancheria. It was exactly 3:14am. My wife woke me up because she needed to use the restroom really bad. The restroom was about 50 yards away and she was afraid to go alone. As I was putting on my shoes, I started hearing sounds that reminded me of an ax hitting wood (or a tree), but louder. It wasn’t like someone was cutting wood, because the sounds were not in rapid succession, they were 2 or 3 seconds apart. In total I think I heard 4 or 5 of them. I put on my shoes, stepped out of my tent, and kept hearing them, finally realizing that they sounded like the “knocking sounds” described by people who have reported bigfoot encounters. After about 5 seconds they stopped, and (I don’t know if this was just my imagination or not) I started to hear echoes of “voices”. I say voices because it sounded like someone talking but at the same time it was gibberish with grunts. The next day my sister in law, who was camping with us, started to give us a hard time about all the noise we were making getting out of the tent and going to the rest room. So I asked her if she heard the “knocking sounds” she said she did. She described them as someone dropping a heavy rock on a ply wood. I asked my wife if she heard them but she said she was still half asleep and trying not to wet herself. I’ve seen the show “Finding Bigfoot” and know what sounds sasquatches reportedly make, but I never thought I would actually hear them.
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