“Are they more aggressive in the PNW?”

Originally left as a comment, a report from November of 2004, near Mt St Helens.

I’ve lived many places throughout the US. I am very familiar with our Hairy Brothers. However, was unprepared for the aggressive species in the PNW. Even their aura is threatening. Really, caught me off guard at Mt. St Helen site. We had gone to the area for an afternoon site seeing. It was November 2004? We had our camera with us taking great shots of the area. We were about 5 miles of the base of the mountain. It had been a good day and my husband was enjoying the trip. I was too. However, I had broken tribal preparations and was a bit concerned. I could hear my grandmother’s long ago instructions in my head. All I could do was call on the ancestors to protect me A few hours later, I started to feel unwell. I tried to ignore it. I finally felt that we needed to leave. My husband, was taking a photo of me with the mountain in the background. Suddenly, I heard, “leave now now” . My husband didn’t hear anything. He reluctantly started gathering our gear. Our vehicle was less than a mile away. We started walking and I felt that I was being pushed along. By an unseen hand. It was eerie. This was not unusual as I have many experiences. I have the gift of seeing as we call it. My husband had most of our gear in the vehicle. The wind had changed direction and we both smelled rotting flesh. I leaned over and vomited. Between that odor and the headache building it was too much. He wanted to look around for the source of the odor. Again, clearly heard “leave now now”. I told him we needed to go. We got in the vehicle as it was becoming dusk. He drove less than a mile and stopped. He was checking his map. Less than 10 minutes later the first of several rocks hit our vehicle. My husband was pissed off. He thought it was teenagers as he didn’t believe in Sasquatch. He was going to get out and tell them off. Bad idea! A few seconds later a tree fell behind us. Blocking the roadway. I could see something big and black moving ahead of us. I knew it was going to knock down another tree and trap us. I desperately tried to get my husband to hit the gas and leave. The sun was down and looking ahead were two large red glowing eyes. A huge angry male was done warning us. My husband was still distracted by the map. I screamed we need to get out of here. I prayed for the ancestors to help us get away. A few miles later and I was starting to feel better. My husband never did see Sasquatch. How could it be? To this day, he is a nonbeliever. This was my first encounter where I felt fear. Perhaps because I did not prepare? I believe the species in the PNW is not as friendly. I could feel rage and aggression from the big male. I am convinced he was going to harm if not kill us? Are they more aggressive in the PNW?