My tale takes place a few weeks back while camping in the bush. This was my first break in several months from work as I'm now a roadie for international bands (like Pink, Nickleback etc). I decided to go camping with two old mates up in the bush for a few days, far away from the world as possible. I'm an experienced bushman and camped in the bush many a-times over the years. We heard about a place, way out at the back of a small town named Kyogle (Northern NSW), at the back of Mt Lindsay. The locals call it Yowie Country. A Yowie is an Australian equivalent of Bigfoot, an Aboriginal Mystic Creature like the Bunyip. So just before the entrance to Kyogle is the Gateway to the National Park. After a few hours of driving, we finally found the old road that led to our purposed camping site. It was located on an old disused logging trail, not many people, in fact NO ONE, goes anywhere near here which made it better for us.
We left the truck five miles from where we were camped and made our way up through the dense forest along the barely recognizable track, avoiding snakes and jumping ants (yes, we got ants that jump and attach themselves to your privates and sting the bloody hell out of yah) before we found our site. It took about twenty minutes to set up the site, tarpaulin over the branches to prevent rain from wetting us (but we're in a drought but old habits are hard to break), a pit to bury our beer in it to keep it cool (see? We're bushies) and also food buried in it as well, and a decent fire pit. Gathered wood and twigs, we were ready for a good night of playing cards and drinking beer and talking about the best roots we had, y'know the usual BS.
The night was clear as I remember and hot. No moon but the stars were like little eyes peering down at us (maybe they were). I had to go to water the old lizard and stumbled off with the torch into the bush hearing the lads cat calling out saying: Beware of the boogieman. I was more concerned about the bloody Deaf Adders and Brown Snakes, never mind the bloody Boogieman. As I was doing my business and gazing at the stars, a strange and horrible smell like something rotten overwhelmed me. Like as if someone let off a fart that stunk so bad that it really made my eyes burn and water. I stumbled back, gagging but as I was stumbling back to the campsite, I thought I heard a deep growl, like when your stomach rumbles when you had nothing to eat but louder. The hairs on the back of my neck rose as I quickly hurried back to the site. I told the other two but they said that it might have been some animal so we went back to our card playing.
It was 11. 45 by now and I was dead beat. I had my sleeping bag already unrolled and crawled off after saying night to the other two and slid into the bag. It wasn't long before I passed out. I don't know how long I was asleep but the three of us were suddenly woken up by the strangest, spookiest, loudest, piercing scream that I've ever heard. IT WAS NOT HUMAN. It was INHUMAN. We sat up and looked at each other when we heard loud crashing coming towards our campsite, like a bulldozer ramping through the bush. Whatever the hell it was, it was BIG. Then I saw it. Something massive, well built coming crashing through the forest. I couldn't make out the details but it looked strangely like a human or, even better, a Gorilla, the smell will haunt me to the end of my days. It was that rotting stench like a corpse. This thing stood over seven feet as it came tearing through the campsite then vanished into the night. We all jumped up, gibbering like madmen about what we just witnessed. Was it just some hippie that just smoked some potent weed? No, can't have been, too tall and well built to be hippie. But it smelt like one though.
I tell you this; none of us slept that night. I had the hatchet ready, while one of my mates had a huge branch, the other I don't know what he had but we waited until dawn popped its' head over the ridge before we left.
What we saw in the daylight frightened the Christ out of us. The small saplings were all bent back and snapped, some of our gear was trampled beyond repair but we were shaken (and stirred) by our experience that we drove into town. We didn't tell the locals about what we saw or heard in case they thought we were nuts. I did find out though that a few weeks after we saw that someone else had the same experience a few miles from where we were.
I don't know what we saw but I'm put off from camping up there. Maybe the local Blacks are right when they saw that Yowies exist in that region. Thanks for reading this.