you would be interested in what happened to me a year ago and twice more in 24 hours just four weeks ago

near the humboldt mendicino county headwaters of the motole river i know I'm butchering those names up, but I'm trying.

I'm trying.

I've become absolutely convinced that some unknown animal exists here,

and I began to search the internet for similar accounts.

It then became clear to me that these experiences must be documented and conveyed to

others. In July of 2018, I was staying in an isolated region that had limited access. I was on a

primitive road 20 miles south of Whitehorn, California, behind three locked gates. This place is at the

end of the world on the northern border of a vast green belt spreading from Shelter Cove on the coast,

east to Highway 101, and south to Fort Bragg, and then east to Percy, as can be seen on the Google Earth.

About 3 a.m. I was awake. It was hot, dark, and completely silent that night in these mountains.

Something above me where I lay in my tent, approximately 2 to 300 meters, began knocking on wood.

Best described as loud wax on a tree trunk by a big club or a branch. It started with one knock which got my

attention with a brief hesitation and then several more knocks but randomly timed

some in succession, others after hesitations.

The knocking was loud, but it was so loud that it echoed down the canyon, and the event

lasted only a minute or two. My first thoughts were that there was no one on the mountain

who could be out here in the middle of a primitive and protected area.

These knocks were from something large and no North American animal could have made them.

I listened while my mind tried to wrap around how the noise was made.

The event left me puzzled.

I told a few locals afterward and learned that there were other hotspots for

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