Feeling of dread as evidence? Must have been lots of squatchs in the North Arkansas woods I grew up in. They must be dying out though as it happened less and less as I got older.
There must be one on the coast highway south of Big Sur. Foolish me, I though it was the combination of darkness, only being able to pick up one radio station, and not having seen another vehicle for over an hour combined with knowing another probably would not be by for hours. I thought about mountain lions and decided I did not really need to walk on the side of the road to finish that cigarette. Got back in my truck and kept driving south.
There is another one in BC. Foolish me, I told myself it was not having seen another human for hours combined with sleeping on the side of the highway in a U-haul with the next town being about 100 miles down the road and the last one being about 100 miles behind me. It was two legged hairless apes that spoke English that worried me at the time (a month and a half later that killing spree of tourist happened in BC).
Anyway, must have been a squatch watchin me, I like that explanation much more than the 'you're a little bitch, don't worry about it we all got to die' I told myself at the time.
Don't get that feeling much in AK, a 454 loaded with hardcasts being handy keeps squatch far away apparently. I also like that explanation better than admitting firepower is a comfort blanky for me.