BFRO #63728: Homeless camper reports stalking by a bigfoot near Great Egg Harbor River

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I had a close encounter in 2014 and at the time due to my ignorance then I just told myself it was something else.I knew very little about Bigfoot. I was always under the impression that they were way out in the North Western US and Canada..... That is, if they were even real at all. Now I know that people have run into them in all corners of the country.Today my life is just about perfect...... I have a new wife, a new house and two new baby girls. I retired 3 years ago at the young age of 39 and am a stay at home father who is living the dream.But just 5 years ago my life fell apart all at once. I lost my job, my place to live and my vehicle in a matter of a week....... This was in the last week of November 2014.The one thing that I did have was a full set of camping gear and just enough money to buy a junker vehicle.I had gone into the woods on the edge of a town in Southern NJ and set up a stealth camping site for myself to sleep in at night. In the morning I would make the short walk into town, meet my girlfriend and take her to work in her car and then spend the days using her car to find a job, look for a vehicle and go to the gym to get a shower and shave. My little camp was near a finger of the Pine Barrens, right next to a brand new residential development that was still being built. I set up right off of a path through the woods that locals would use to walk their dogs and in warmer months, ride their off road vehicles. I had found a spot that was very well hidden and you could easily walk within a few yards of my tent without noticing it was even there. I pitched my tent on the other side of a large mound from the path, covered it with a camo tarp and surrounded the area with piles of brush. When I was in the tent I had the path behind me, a few homes maybe a quarter mile straight ahead looking out my tent entrance, the new development another quarter mile to my left and thousands of acres of [Great Egg Harbor River (swamp)] to my right.The nights were cold........ and like clockwork a pack of coyotes would gather right outside the front of my tent at about 8:30 pm each night. They would fight, howl and run around doing god knows what for a few hours before finally heading into the deep woods. They didn�t seem to be scared of me being there and they never gave me any trouble but I would sleep with a 26 inch full tang short sword in my hand each night just in case.By day five I had set up a new job that started in a few weeks and had bought a 1996 Ford Explorer that I was to pick up the next day once my new insurance was active.I had gotten to my tent that night right as the sun was going down around 5:30pm. It was going to be a cold night so put on some warm clothes, I ate some snacks, puffed on my vape and settled in for the night. At 8:00pm the coyotes showed up and were raising hell. They were so noisy that they had lots of the neighborhood dogs barking like crazy off in the distance.All at once they went from super noisy to running off..... I could hear them whining and yelping as they ran to my right off into the deep woods.I was laying on my back ready to fall asleep when an unbelievably powerful stench filled my tent. It was BAD, I mean REAL bad. It was a mixture of unpleasant aromas....... a combination between really nasty B.O., feces, skunk and most of all smelly feet. I sat up in my tent and thought �What the hell?� . I was confused....... I cannot over emphasize the absolute power of the stench. It was completely overwhelming and I could barely stand it. I tried breathing through my mouth and that was even worse as it was so strong that I could taste it on the tip of my tounge. After maybe 20 seconds or so I decided I needed to open the tent up get out of there and hopefully escape the smell. Right as I was unzipping the tent I heard someone coming down the path......... Then I heard them slowly walking off the path into the woods to my left. It was the unmistakable noise of a person cautiously walking through the woods. I slowly zipped up the tent and froze. My heart started pounding...... I figured it was the police or maybe some local homeowner. My stomach dropped....... I had made it all week unnoticed and now someone was going to cause me grief I really couldn�t afford on my last night here....... Life was hard enough at the time, the last thing I needed was trouble with the cops or some guy breaking my balls and calling the cops. The footsteps came closer........ They came around the mound that was hiding my tent and to the left side of the tent...... Still about 20 feet away I gathered. The footsteps then made their way to where the coyotes had been a few yards directly in front of the tent and suddenly stopped........ I was still as a statue..... I could hear deep hoarse breathing, like a large man catching his breath. Then the footsteps came forward and right up to the very front of the tent. With the tarp covering my whole tent I couldn�t see a thing. But whoever it was RIG

🌤️ Weather Conditions

It was around 8:30 pm, the temperature was in the 30�s and it was not raining or snowing that I noticed

ℹ️ Additional Details

It was around 8:30 pm, the temperature was in the 30�s and it was not raining or snowing that I noticed

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