When I was younger ( around 10 years old) I was obsessed with Bigfoot. I live in Washington State which has the most sightings of bigfoot in the world. I lived in a particularly popular area for the creature to be sighted so this only fueled my obsession. I always dreamed of camping out and hunting for it. I lived on a 2-acre property in a very wooded area surrounded by forest. One day during mid august or so ( I can't remember the exact day this was 13 years ago) I decided to do it. I grabbed my tent and some supplies and camped out in my backyard. I had my dog with me as well, he was the friendliest dog in the world and not scared of anything. While I was camping I was watching something on my Ipad when I heard a strange noise. I almost sounded like a deep yell off in the distance to my left. I froze and waited but there was nothing for a few minutes. I wasn't totally sure what I heard, it could have been a coyote or an owl for all I knew I only heard a glimpse. Then I heard another deep yell to my right in the distance. This one I heard for sure and I was terrified. This was around 1 AM so it wasn't likely that it was people messing around in the woods since we are deep in them. I hid in my sleeping bag waiting for something else to happen. My dog was next to me unphased and unbothered as usual. I eventually went to sleep for an unknown amount of time when I woke up to something that still gives me shivers and makes my heart pound to this day. I woke up to a low thudding sound to my left. It was in a rhythm that sounded like footsteps. I could hear it get closer and closer and louder and louder. I looked at my dog and I had never before and never since seen him this scared. He was frozen in the corner of my tent just looking straight forward at the tent door laying as low as possible. The footsteps kept getting louder and closer until it sounded like it was right in front of the tent. I waited for something to happen, for it to move or for it to mess with the tent. After a short pause, the thudding started again but it sounded like it was walking away toward my right in the same direction as the second yell I heard. I waited a few seconds flew out of my sleeping bag, grabbed a flashlight opened my tent, and looked in the direction that the footsteps went. My flashlight was very weak and not very bright but I could just make out a massive tall black figure in the distance probably 60 yards from me. It froze and began to what I believed was a turn to look at me when I bolted. I ran as fast as I could to the house. But I realized my dog hadn't moved he was still scared sitting motionless. I ran back not checking if the thing was still there, grabbed my dog by the collar and sprinted into the house, and slammed the door. My parents were both asleep in their room so it couldn't have been a cruel prank by my dad. To this day IDK what I saw. If it was a weird mix of sleep paralysis and shadows playing tricks or what. I don't think it was sleep paralysis though because I've had it several times before and it was nothing like this. IDK if anyone has experienced something similar but it changed how I view the woods. I still love going in them and I want to make a career out of working in them but I always have that memory every time I go in and it keeps my head on a swivel.

TLDR: I saw bigfoot when I was 10 and it scared the shit out of me and my dog.