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Submitted by witness D. C. on Thursday, July 01, 1999.
Rocks thrown at group of summer campers
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YEAR: 1982 or 1983
PROVINCE: British Columbia
LOCATION DETAILS: Camp Morecroft is located near Nanoose Bay on Vancouver Island.
OBSERVED: 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.