The Henley Invisible Tree Snapper. “it moved through that canopy unseen”

Hello Deborah

Before I recount a second hand story, I’ll give you some background on myself.
I’m new to this subject after being drawn in by videos on You Tube and on channels like ‘impossible visits’ and ‘sasquatch chronicles’. Something of a personal interest to me are the stick and tree structures as I am a tree surgeon by profession, but not just because of my work.  I have also spent many months camping and working in woodland areas when I was younger, so I would consider myself a good judge of what may or may not be ‘natural.  Im used to weather damage in the woods and natural rot and disease.

Anyway, a few days ago I came across British Bigfoot Sighting Reports there are so many reports of people having accounts with Ape Like creatures and strange sticks and structure finds which has caused me to re- evaluate a story I was told by a very good friend a number of years ago now. It takes place maybe 15 years ago when I was groundsman/apprentice to a tree surgeon who is about fifteen years my senior. I’ll just call him ‘G’ for now as he doesn’t know I’m contacting you. Something happened back then that had a profound effect upon G.

In those days we lived in different parts of Wales, he was in the East and I was on the West coast. We’d get together and travel down to Oxfordshire to subcontract for firms down there as the money was always better. When we worked away we always camped in either tents or caravans whatever was the cheapest option to save money and if we could camp or stay on the job site that was even better as it cuts out the travel to and fro. On this occasion G was down there without me but I know the location well as I stayed there many times myself many times. Now the location is on the edge of a village called Stoke Row, not to far from Henley on Thames. We used to camp behind a pub called The Crooked Billet which is on a quiet lane and had a small field behind it, backing onto Beech woodland with public access. A nice area and pretty quiet.

G told me that one day he had gotten back from the work site and was lying down in his caravan after a hard days climbing.  So this would be around 5 or 6 pm. He began to hear the loud noise of branches snapping in the woods nearby. At first the was thinking maybe children were playing in the woods making a racket. However, the noises became louder, so much so that he eventually decided to go and investigate as it was interrupting his rest. As he approached the woods he could hear what sounded like large limbs being snapped in the canopy up above him.  Even more curious now and not being able see the source of the sounds he headed straight into the woods to find out what was going on. At this point the sounds of breaking branches seemed to move off through the trees away from him and he was never able see what was up there.  He said “it was as if something he couldn’t see was moving through the canopy with ease, and it was moving away from him, whilst all the time being unseen”?

He also claimed to find large freshly snapped off branches as thick as his arm on the ground. His conclusion was it could only be something like an Orangutan, to be able to climb so fast and to be so strong. “it went through the top of the trees moving fast, but I couldn’t see it, I could hear it smashing its way through, and I could see the movement of the limbs and bows, but I couldn’t see “it” at all”?

Of course when I first heard his story I took the pxxx, it’s not the kind of place you get Orangutans. But I spoke to him a couple of times over the next couple of years and he always stuck to his story it never changed in anyway and I became inclined to believe him. I haven’t been in touch with him for a couple of years as he now lives on a boat in Cornwall. I do know he used to keep a diary, so he may have a more accurate account written down at the time?

So that’s the story, hope it was of some interest.

Until Next Time, Deborah

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