"This huge club came smashing down through the brush and you can imagine how amazed I was. It was a good-sized limb. If it had hit me I sure would not be here. I could see a small amount of black hair through the brush, black hair like a bear, but it was higher than my head. I took the safety off my .308 and held it where his chest would be if required to shoot. I stood frozen."
The animal left quietly but, following its silent departure, it threw five large rocks in Bill's direction: "I counted them: one, two, three, four, five --some big. I said to myself, 'Bill, you better get out of here or you're going to be killed.' I had to retreat to the road."
Leaving the knoll, Bill began walking along the logging road. By now the day was getting warm and, just as he reached up to unbutton the top on his shirt,
"Out he came right in front of me. I had the telescope of my rifle sighted at his vertebrae and could have downed him easily, but couldn't do it. I hollered at him because I wanted to see his face but he just walked away."
"It was big - seven or eight feet tall. Its legs were short, but its arms were long. They hung down to its legs. It's shoulders were wide. The sides of the neck went straight up to the head. Its head was rounded. It's hair was dark, not jet black but sort of brownish-black. The hair was not real long - one to two inches, like a dog, not shaggy. It walked on two feet, upright, just like a man. I couldn't see its face because it was walking away from me. It walked slowly as if it wasn't in a hurry."
