Written Confession: Tall White Creature Behind the Tree in Washington
The following written confession was submitted via email:
I’m from Washington State near Spokane, Cheney to be exact. Im 30 years old this year and this happened to me when i was a teenager. Its thickly wooded everywhere in the NW. Our family traps and hunts along with Predator abatement like coyotes, bobcats etc. One day id say around summer 2010 my brother and a close friend and i decided to go call in some coyotes near my parents property which is out of town a ways. It was mid to late afternoon which isnt ideal but we had seen a few wondering during the day earlier that week. We grabbed a rifle and our predator call box with the rabbit wiggler and headed towards an old hay field deep in the woods. My brother set up on a ridge about 100 yds from the field while my friend and i went to set the call in the field. We were walking through the grass which was 4 ft tall to a spot someone drove through and the grass was wore down. We got to the perfect spot and i turned on the call and maxed the volume. We turned to walk back out of the field towards a small grove of aspens to sit under when my friend grabbed my shoulder and pulled me down. He was kneeling eyes wide, looking up at the opposite side of the ridge from my brother and this is where no one believes the 3 of us. There was an old, old, pine tree probably 3-4 ft in diameter on the ridge. Peeking from behind it was somthing 8-10ft tall and bright white, kept peeking from left side to right side. My friend grabbed my shirt and said "what in the f$&^ is that damn thing". Neither of us could move a bit and his grip on my shirt felt like he was about to rip it off of me. I was shaking fiercely while the predator call was still blaring. I finally reached over and grabbed the call box and turned it off. As soon as it was off this massive white i assume bigfoot stepped to the side, saw us and turned and ran the other way. My brother said he saw it all from the other ridge and was too scared to do a thing about it like he was frozen, could hardly breathe or move. My friend and i ran from that field and passed where my brother had gone up the ridge and we kept running to the truck because we had no guns only my brother had a rifle. And that is my story.
