Believe me, my rational mind says no samsquanch.
You should have seen my rodmans face, like the scared dog look. He grabbed his plumbing pole and bag and took off down hill like a bat out of hell. Slid down a 30' high basalt cliff on his ass near the bottom. Total panick flee. I at least packed the survey instrument before quickly following. We've worked around bears, it wasn't a bear.
We were running line across a hillside of ripe thimble berries. Started with small rocks, could have been natural, but after a bit they were getting bigger, better aimed, and coming in head high.
And the smell. Only other time I smelled that was hiking in to Downy Mtn. Lakes in the rain. Unmistakable.
It can't be, it's not rational, there should be evidence. I know what I saw and experienced though.