1982 or 1983, Nanoose Bay, British Columbia.
What follows is an incident that occurred to myself and about twenty other male campers when we were at summer camp around the summer of '82 or '83. Although the incident doesn't necessarily involve the sighting of a sasquatch, I've come to feel that this strange occurrence may have been the result of one, or possibly more, sasquatch creatures protecting their territory.
When I was about 14 or 15 years old, I used to attend Camp Morecroft
every summer during the break in the school year. Camp Morecroft was (and
I think still is) located near Nanoose Bay on Vancouver Island in British
Columbia. Part of our summer camp itinerary was to canoe out towards a
small island near the camp, explore the island, and stay overnight. This
was a short canoe trip of about 30 minutes(?) and the island was deserted.Two
or three canoe-loads of campers and our camp leaders embarked for the island
(this island is called Gerald Island) and we spent the majority of the
day walking around its perimeter. The length of the island is about
one or two miles and the coastline varied between a sandy/pebbly beach
and areas of broken rock with small cliffs. The interior of the island
was mainly trees, smooth rocky hills, and trails. I remember that their
was no fresh water on Gerald Island and we had to bring our own water in
large plastic bottles along with food for our trip. Later in the evening,
us campers decided to sleep on the beach, while our camp leaders continued
to sit around the campfire late into the night. I remember being able to
see the light from the main campfire further along the shore. It so happened
that me and a friend (for the life of me, I can't remember who this was)
decided to sleep a few yards away from the main group and found our own
area to sleep further down the beach. It was quite dark out (possibly 10:30
or later) and this is when the strange occurrences
began. One of the boys in the other group yelled over to us to quit
throwing rocks. We responded with surprise and argued that we didn't throw
anything at them. Once again, they got pretty angry because another volley
of rocks was thrown. At about this time, me and my friend thought we saw
a figure running among the tree-line towards the other group of campers.
To the best of my recollection, I can't recall any real description of
this fleeting figure. I seem to recall the shape as human-like and it gave
me the impression as being male. Anyway, we quickly decided it was time
to rejoin the group! As we bedded down with the other campers, the rocks
continued to
bombard the group. I remember lying against a piece of driftwood, using
it as a shield from the flying rocks. The rocks were being thrown hard,
in rapid succession, and with a fair degree of
precision. I remember the noise from them ricocheting off the driftwood.
I doubt very much that our camp counselors would have been behind this
assault. The camp was a Christian-based camp and a number of the campers
were crying from fright. I myself remember having to go to the bathroom,
but I was too scared to leave the safety of my driftwood shield. The rocks
continued to fly throughout the night. I remember the sky was beginning
to lighten and the rocks were still coming. Mercifully the morning came
and the onslaught ended. I recently talked with one of the campers who
was with me on the island that night. He remembers the incident and doesn't
like to talk about it. He gave me a deep, knowing look when I mentioned
it to him.
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