Two friends and I had traveled to the Huachuca Mountains of Cochise County, AZ, for some hiking and camping. We were limited on where we could go that year due to extensive wildfires. Having been blocked from going up Carr Canyon, we drove further down to Miller Canyon, where we were able to get off the beaten path a bit to sleep. The three us slept in a small domed tent that we pitched about 20 yards off the dirt road. We did not see another car up on the road where we were at that night.
I awoke in the middle of the night to my friend sitting up in his sleeping bag yelling. The ceiling of our tent was mesh, and we could look through it and see the night sky. When his yelling awoke me, I asked him what was going on. He told me that he just saw Bigfoot. I kind of smiled, but I could see the grave look on his face.
I again spoke to him about his experience recently (Jan. 2013), and he explained his experience thus:
"Dude, I saw it. I know what I saw and still remember it. I wasn't dreaming. It's just as vivid as when it happened. I looked up through the tent and saw its face looking at me. The moon was bright and behind where it was standing, making it hard to distinguish facial features. I could see a perfect silhouette. Its head was pretty long, and it didn't really have a neck. Its head seemed to just merge with its shoulders. It was big--at least 8 ft. It was standing over the tent, like it was leaning forward and looking through the moon roof netting. I could see what looked like whites of its eyes. We stared at each other for at least 30 seconds before it was gone."
When the sasquatch moved away, my friend yelled in fright. We did not attempt to leave the tent or go in pursuit of it. I have 100% trust in this friend. We joke around quite often, but I can attest that he is not joking with this. I believe his account to be authentic.
I, myself, have been hiking in the Wasatch Mountains of Utah and had the distinct impression (almost tangible) that I was being observed. The feeling caused me to stop and look around, but I saw nothing. The feeling persisted, so I started to sing while I walked. I have been alone in the woods before, but this feeling was unique. I was bushwhacking through an aspen grove around Mount Timpanogos at the time, which I am now aware has been something of a hotspot for sightings in Utah. I have since learned that this "feeling of being watched" is a common phenomenon that often precedes sightings. If I had known this then, I would have been more vigilant.
Jeff Smith, AZ 
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