Was it bigfoot, mothman, or just a hobo?

i grew up in virgina and a group of freinds and myself went camping every weekend for 10 years. some nights things just happened that made me wonder. the first thing that you can consider spooky was our third or fourth night. my freind kyle went into the woods to use the "bathroom" he came back mad and asked "why where you throwing pine cones at me ?!" we thought it was funny and after a few minutes we let it go. then we setteled in and i began to read i looked at brandon cleaning his red ryder but kyle was just looknig into the woods. after we let the fire die down we got in our sleeping bags. kyle was still scared we all had our daisy red ryders but i had borrowed my dad's single action army so we could target shoot. i showed it to kyle and let hi sleep next to me. then about 10 minutes later pinecones were being thrown. we thought it was some older kids so brandon shot some shots with his red ryder. and then it was rocks. then we heard a howl, packed up loaded the SAA and ran.