Happy Monday everyone! This encounter was sent to me from someone in Iowa that wishes to remain anonymous…
“Alright, so this all took place in like a 4 hour time frame. I’m an avid rock Hunter, and on this day I found my first arrowhead about 6 hours before this happened.
I had left and came back. my normal area was flooded out from all the rain we have been having so I thought I’d find somewhere new. It all started out normal I usually have my back to the river and as I sort rocks I toss the ones I don’t like into the water as to not pick them up again. As I do that I listen for the splash they make. So I was down on this deep river bank probably like 13-15 feet down going through rocks when I heard the same little plop my rocks make when I toss them over my shoulder. I thought to myself, that was weird but just kept on hunting. Some time passed and I was still looking when I heard what I thought was a deer running through the timber up on the bank. So I got real low in hopes a big deer was gonna come running over the side and right down on me. It was very loud coming towards me. Then all of a sudden I heard what sounded like to me, a deer running into a big dead tree and then it came crashing down. It was very loud and 100% a tree being knocked to the ground. I thought to myself did this stupid ass deer just run right into a dead tree? After that it got quite. And I just kept rock hunting not really thinking much of it and I started to walk to the bank side of the river when out of nowhere a really good size peace of oak came flying at me landing right next to me. I froze and instantly, and I mean instantly had fight or flight kick in. It was the wildest part of the whole thing was the fear I felt. I stood my ground and while I stood there shaking I was trying to make up something about it falling from above me but I heard the log rip through the tall grass on the bank above me so it had to come in at an angle. After about 5 mins I got up the nerve and I picked the branch up and threw it back. After that nothing happened. And it was starting to get dark so i got the hell out of there. Now the river was high one this day but was going down quite fast the whole time I was there. I probably watched it drop a foot or so. Anyways so I kind of just put what happened out of my mind over that night chalked it up to just a branch falling on me or something. The next morning I came back and a bit further down stream was a brand new sandbank from the river falling back so I walked over to it. I was the first person on this one no foot prints or nothing on it anywhere until I saw this one print on the waters edge that’s when I realized I probably just had a Sasquatch encounter or something. At halfway across this sand bar was one more indentation. I took a video of it. I’ll see if I can find it that could’ve possibly been another step but we’re talking like close to 20 feet apart but they were only two marks on the sandbar that had just came out that morning.
Oh ya this all happened in south central Iowa. Pretty populated area north of where I was and barely anything to the south for a long ways. Also corn was still up be easy for anything to hide in corn…”
Sasysquatchgirl 