New Hampshire 2015

Every summer my brother, 2 cousins, and I go up to New Hampshire to stay with our grandmother for a few weeks. It's always a good time, when all of us are there. She lives on an acre of land with the end of her property on a large hill that flows in to one of the local rivers. We fish there quite a lot. At least twice a day. On the 6th day we were there, me and my cousin Jake decided that we all should go night fishing after we play a game of manhunt. We were all on board and went out for a game of manhunt then grabbed our rods and went fishing. The river is a small river, only about 40 feet across at its widest point, and that's were we always fish.So my brother and my Cousin Will decided to go a little farther downstream of us be the edge of the point to catch what ever bites and me and my cousin Jake went on top of a large rock so we could see our buddies down stream. After about 10 minutes I got a strange feeling like we were being watched. This isn't normal as we've been night fishing before and I've never got this feeling before. But not wanting to ruin the fun i kept it to myself. That was until my cousin Jake said "Hey Connor do you feel like we're being watched. "Yes." i replied. After a couple more minutes we could see something moving quickly in the water along the bank across from us. It was only about a couple feet long, up against the shore and my cousin Jake and I got real spooked but thought it was 2 trout. But we both knew that we have never seen trout here let alone trout that large. As we were really spooked now my cousin Jake grabbed the flashlight he had in his tackle box. and shined it across the bank. We saw this glowing red eyes about 3 1/2 ft above the ground. "What the heck is that?" he said. Now my younger brother and cousin looked at it and they were really spooked. Then it the figure stood up. The eyes were about 8 feet above the ground and took a large step towards us. I then knew that it wasn't no bear as it would not get on two legs and walk into a river about 6 ft deep. We all dropped our gear and took off up the hill. I'm not sure if i mentioned it before but it's a really steep hill and it takes about a minute to run up in the daylight. but we made it up that hill in about 30 seconds. just as my younger brother made it up. The thing let off a good awful yell or roar. like it didn't want us to be back ever again. We made it into our grandmothers house right after that and asked us what made that sound. All we could say was that we didn't know maybe bigfoot. Obviously frightened she didn't let us out the rest of the night. and to this day when we're all 15 and 17 now we don't ever go fishing at that river at night. because we get that same feeling everytime we go to the river.