So next time you’re hiking through an old logging road at dusk, and you see a figure in blue standing motionless between the trees… don’t run. He’s not there to scare you. He’s there to save you.
In 1978, a yarder operator near Forks, WA, swore the Blue Angel knocked a hardhat off his head seconds before a choker line whipped through the space where his face had been. When he turned to thank the man, there was nobody there — just a cold spot in the air and the smell of wet sawdust.
Deep in the old-growth forests of the Pacific Northwest, loggers whisper about a figure in faded blue coveralls who appears just before disaster strikes. They call him the Woodman Blue Angel.