Category: paranormal and cryptozoology

”My girlfriend and I were riding in my Jeep on Route 140 from New Bedford to Freetown tonight (July 14, 2009) and at about 11:00 my girlfriend seen this large brown hair covered “man” standing up from a crouched position on the side of the two lane highway. She lets out a scream prompting me to look at the creature standing there. He made fluid movements like a man and had an almost ape-like quality. We couldn’t see his face but upon returning to the area we saw the “man” there was nothing.

After calling 911 and telling them that someone was running in the median of the highway they told us that they had similar reports of what we saw on the stretch of highway between exit 7 (Braley rd.) and exit 8 (Chase Rd.) They then told me that they were sending state troopers to investigate.”

Excerpt from a BFRO report

Art by Malin Sandberg

I Thought I’d post a sighting from Massachusetts since I read about them so rarely, I’ve driven that stretch of road often, maybe one day I’ll get lucky, it is the Bridgewater Triangle after all…If you have had a sighting in the New England area I’d love to hear about it.

Have an awesome day!

As much as I love to picture Bigfoot whimsically walking through the forest patting all the animals on the head as he walks by, he is not, of course, always described as being that way.

In several witness encounters and oral history passed down he is described as behaving much differently. Here’s an excerpt of some of his scarier legends from Native American history as written by the Cowboys and Indians Blog.

“The Yokut believe when you see a Bigfoot, it’s not a good sign. It means he’s coming to take somebody who’s going to pass over to the other side. There’s even a Hairy Man song that women sing during a funeral, to make sure he does take that soul over.” The Yokut aren’t alone either. You’ll find stories of Bigfoot-like creatures in the oral tradition of dozens of North American tribes under a slew of names — Sasquatch and Skookum among them — each ascribing slightly different qualities to the creature. For the Yurok and Karuk of northwest California, Bigfoot is just another denizen of the forest, worthy of cautious respect, just like a bear or a cougar.

But for the Me-Wuk of the Yosemite area, Bigfoot is a boogeyman — not unlike the witch from Hansel and Gretel — snatching children from their tribe and eating them. There’s even a place in the Stanislaus National Forest, Pinnacle Point Cave, where the tribe believes the Bigfoot consumed its victims. “This cave really did have human remains in it that were excavated back in the 1960s,” Strain says. “And what’s interesting is that you have to actually rappel down into this cave to see it. So how did a tribe, that didn’t have any climbing equipment, have a traditional story that the cave had bones in it?” If that’s not strange enough, the indigenous peoples of coastal British Columbia, nearly 1,000 miles to the north, share a nearly identical legend of the cannibal Dzunukwa, “The Wild Woman of the Woods” — often depicted on totem poles displaying a behavior that comes up time and time again in Bigfoot accounts: whistling. “I’ve had many tribes tell me, ‘If you hear whistling at night, don’t go outside,’ ” Strain says. “Because that’s a Bigfoot trying to lure you out.”

I have to say, the whistling legend is one that scares me the most, I’ve been out in the woods so many times where I’ve heard whistling that sounded out of place, (not at all like a birds whistle). If you’re out in the woods often you can easily hear sounds that just don’t belong. The whistle sound is very human makes me even more alert because if it were a human why isn’t he making himself known?

We have to remember, well I have to remember that he is flesh and blood, the forest is his home and I am trespassing through, we may meet someday face to face, and if we do I need to remember he may be about to whistle….

Art by Daniel Eskridge

Okay, I finally got a chance to sneak in another movie. This one was called Embedded. Written  and directed by Micheal Bafaro. The gist of the story is a reporter and camera man get demoted from war reporting to small time small town reporting. They are covering a story of a young boy who has gone missing In the woods. They “embed” themselves into the hunting and search party. Hence the name.

While  they are  out searching they find some hunters bodies,and think they may have a grizzly on their hands.
Spoiler alert here. It is not a grizzly. And what a monster it is. Different than any other Sasquatch we have seen before. This creature definitely looks like they crashed the studio storage room, stole part of a Predator costume and maybe part of those weird creatures in the movie Time Machine and blended them together.

But with those couple of comparisons aside. This monster was scary! I enjoyed this movie. I don’t know what their budget was but they made it work. It gets going and doesn’t let up.
The acting and story line are both strong. Make sure you watch it all the way to the end. On a scale of 1 to 10, I give Embedded a 7.
Embedded was filmed on location in Revelstoke, Canada. This area of Canada has thick pine forest and has been known for quite a few actual sightings. The BFRO has over a 100 sighting reported for that area as of 2017. A couple of those sightings have been reported near the Trans Canada Highway.

I haven’t seen this movie on Prime or YouTube so I did have to purchase it but I find it was worth it…

Link to:

Embedded Trailer from IMDB

I hope everyone is having a great Sunday so far…it’s a beautiful morning here, I’m still zonked from an evening investigation inside the Black Hut. The Black Hut lands are steeped in Native American history, in fact, there is still a wigwam there to find.

It was a known stop on their travels to fish, hunt and rest. While we were walking out there, we were talking about how the natives bent the young saplings to grow the trees crooked to use as navigation, or to mark certain important area for spiritual or resource reasons.

The hut gets pretty dense I use the trees there to navigate now. Another thing they did was bend the young trees into an arch, pin them into the ground then cover them with hide or other materials to use as shelter. Like bigfoot now, all they had was nature as a resource for materials.

They spoke of his existence, we know they lived around them, so could Bigfoot himself still use all those same methods? Bending branches into arches for shelter, curving trees for navigation?

We see a lot of things in the forest that look odd and unnatural and he could be a likely reason for most of it…what do you think? There is a Tree Marker society out there that have marked where most of the trees are now, if you contact them I’m sure they can help you find a few of the historical ones in your area. I have been lucky to see a few and as I wrote above, I do use them for navigation. Pay attention and know your surroundings when you’re out there. I like to joke a bit I know, but out there I am very serious and always aware of my surroundings…

It was a beautiful day in New England yesterday so I headed out as I always do to the forest. I usually start off putting a fixed location in my GPS, and then take random lefts and rights while the GPS goes nuts and then I’ll stop at anything interesting I may see on the way. It is so well trained to me and my ways it just gets us lost right off the bat.

This particular day the GPS was set for Whitehall Park in Hopkinton Massachusetts. I headed that way and I found an interesting and unmarked trial off the side of the road and pulled right over. One of my favorite things to do is find these trails and give them my own name and list them in my field guide I’m creating for myself. This trail today looked beautiful even if a bit overgrown. Very green and lush. Some noticeable poison ivy overgrown a bit too close to the paths.

As there were no markers I just followed it straight down, something I normally do until I get the lay of the land. I won’t deviate from that straight path o or most obvious trail right away.

After walking about two miles or so I finally came up on some trail markers and a sign. It read Whitehall perimeter trail. I had my location set for Whitehall Park so somehow I came to it on my own. I love finding the unmarked way into a state park.

I could see what looked like water straight ahead so I made a stop there first. It was a beautiful little spot and I could have gladly sat there all day. Next time definitely. I set off on the trail to the right. I came up on high stone walls set in such a way that it looked as though this was one property or family’s homestead. I walked further on heading to what looked like another another set of stonewalls with stone stairs. It was about there that I also started to get a feeling of uneasiness which happens to me often at certain locations. It was the feeling of not being alone and maybe not of welcome either. I stayed for a bit but the feeling didn’t subside so I knew it was time to head out.

I try to read my feelings and emotions carefully when I’m out alone wandering. I believe feeling of uneasiness is my sign to go. Either it feels friendly and welcoming or it does not. If you are out hiking alone trust your instincts, always.

Before I left I actually did stop at Whitehall Park. It was a beautiful spot but very high traffic. Lots of people out wanting to soak in some fresh air.

I like a quieter area myself so maybe I’ll head back when things go back to a new normal.

Whitehall State Park was created in 1947, when the area was no longer used as a water source for the area. The park is connected to the Bay Path, the route both Native Americans and Settlers used to travel to connecticut and back. Whitehall forest connects to the forest in Grafton and Upton as well as those are part of the Bay Path making for a combined 2600 acres all together and this area is so steeped in history that this is just an introduction…To be continued…

The encounter…

My son was driving, my husband Bob was in the front seat, I was sitting in the back seat with my 2 year old in his car seat & my daughter-in-law. We were going from Grants Pass, Oregon, to Crescent City, Ca. on a dirt back road thru the timbers of north California. Bob & Shawn looked at each other in surprise & they both said “What the —- was that?” So I cranked my head around to see what shocked them, and I only saw what I thought was about a 4 year old boy with a huge sweatshirt on. It was dark in color like a hood on it’s head not showing his face. The sleeves were extra long covering the hands. The thing that struck me was the crest on top of it’s head. Neither Bob or Shawn saw this little guy. So I looked away. When I looked again it was just gone.

We were probably about a block away from what we saw. Shawn & Bob wouldn’t really say just what they saw. I wanted Shawn to slow down when he got to the place I saw the little one. That didn’t happen instead Shawn speeded up at we went by. I couldn’t see it the bushes had been stomped down by the little one or if the Big one picked it up over the bushes.

Another strange thing about this was a woman sitting in the drivers seat reading a book about 30 feet across the road. She didnt even look up when we went by her.

Years later we were camping with our grandsons & telling stories. I told about the little big foot I had seen. I described everything as I have here. When my son showed up with their camp trailer Caleb went over and put an oversized sweatshirt on and came around my camp Trailer sideways. It looked just like I’d seen except the crown was rounded not straight like I remembered. That is when I realized it was a toddler bigfoot I had seen. I remembered a video I had seen where a farmer had set up night cameras to see who was eating their apples after dark. It was a female bigfoot with a tot in her arms. That picture stuck in my head. It showed a definite crown or ridge going front to back on top of it’s head.

Amazing. Do you remember if you were feeling scared or curious? Did you ever go back afterward and look around?

I wanted to but there was no way Shawn would even slow down, let alone go back. Not after he saw what he & Bob both saw. That’s where the fear was. I figured there had to be foot prints or stomped down bushes, something. Now I can’t even find the right road we were on, on the map.

About 2 years ago Shawn and his hunting crew had an incident. They were hunting in a remote area of Lick Creek, Idaho. One person in his group was down trying to scare the deer up to the hunters. He had no weapon with him what so ever. Something Huge let out an echoing scream. It didn’t take Dave any time at all to find Shawn and the boys. He was scared to death. So was Shawn.

They stayed together and went up on the ridge. Shawn said there was a pile of animal bone up there. It must have been his feeding grounds. I’m going to keep trying to get Bob to take me up there & just go 4 wheeling where it feezable to go. This summer, but I won’t go by myself. Bob’s my defender. LOL We’ll see.

This sighting took place in late April of 2005 in Nassahegon State Forest in Burlington, Connecticut.

My son, who was 6 years old at the time, was home on April vacation from first grade, asked if we could go for a walk in the woods.

This was around midday on a very sunny day. One of the first real warm days of the Spring. I took him to a trail that runs parallel To the Lamson’s Corner Cemetery.

The hike was nice and uneventful until we were walking back up to the trailhead. All of the sudden we heard a loud grunt as a large pine tree came crashing down behind us, complete with its root system.

My son screamed and we both whirled around to see what had happened. We both looked at where the tree had fallen from and it was on the north side of the trail about ten feet behind us.

As I took a step to see where the tree had been uprooted from, curious as to what had caused it to fall I saw movement and noticed what I can only describe as a giant CHIMPANZEE almost perfectly hidden in the shadows of the other trees as its hair was jet black.

Its eyes were also very dark almost like oil with a silvery glint to them. My son screamed again and I felt like my feet were made of cement and the creature just sort of tilted his head and turned around and glided away and then either blended into the deeper shadows of the woods or dropped down. Regardless, it was like the woods had swallowed it whole.

I say it glided away instead of ran because it’s movements were so smooth that it reminded me of watching someone using an Eliptical Trainer.

We clearly saw its face which had a mouth that rounded out from its face. The skin was grayish and not covered in hair.

It looked to me, and I admittedly suck at guaging height, that it stood about six foot five to six foot eight. It was very lithe and did not have the girth that most associate Sasquatch as having like the creature from the Patterson Gimlin Film. I’d best describe it as having the build of an NBA Power Forward.

I knew it wasn’t a bear because I grew up in those woods and had run across many black bears in my life, both on this trail, and in other parts of this State Forest.

I had seen a black bear rear up once on its hind legs when I surprised one foraging in some thick brush. Bears look awkward when they are on two legs. They almost move like a man wearing a really awkward bear suit.

This creature my son and I saw that day moved fluidly and almost preternaturally. Like I said it looked like it was gliding above the forest floor. I say this because it made no sound as it ran away from us and the forest floor here is pretty thickly layered with leaves and branches and such.

The whole encounter was maybe ten seconds even though it felt like hours to me. When it turned away and glided away it was like I was waking up from a hypnotic trance.

I felt a rush of pure terror overcome me and I scooped up my crying, terrified son into my arms and ran with him the rest of the way and didn’t stop until we got back to my car.

My son did not voluntarily go into the woods again for almost ten years. I went back to the area maybe a week later and found a footprint in dried mud which I will attach to you. Just remember it was taken with a flip phone camera and this was 2005 so it will not win any National Geographic awards.

I thank Jay for being comfortable with sharing his encounter with me. Encounters are very personal, and for some? Life changing and traumatic, so I never take the trust lightly. If you have one to share me please email me sasysquatchgirl.com

Pareidolia; the human ability to see shapes or make pictures out of randomness such as seeing shapes in clouds, Bigfoot in stumps.

You’re probably wondering right now why I’m defining Pareidolia while showing my jazzy sneakers measuring print sizes. Well I do have an explanation.

It’s a fact that when you are out in the woods squatching you have Bigfoot on the brain. So when we hear noises or see some weird looking shading by a stump you at first do a double take to see if it’s Bigfoot. My self included.

We sometimes blowup an image until we can actually make it look like a Bigfoot face or body. Sometimes we film a blobsquatch, as some call it. I’m sure we have all done that at least once.

But now I’m experiencing a new kind of Pareidolia , and It’s one I constantly have to check myself out there in the woods from seeing too. That’s why I thought I’d write about it, see if anyone struggles with it. I call it pedicuredolia. When you see Bigfoot prints on every kind of outdoor terrain. It’s made worse for me because I have tiny feet, so every print looks like Ronald McDonalds big feet.

The above picture is not a Bigfoot print, (well at least I don’t think so) but I took the picture because when I first turned the corner and caught a quick flash of this by the river my brain immediately went to…its a Bigfoot footprint. Realistically I knew it was not his print, but that’s what I was looking for so my brain found a way to give it to me.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I haven’t cast a print or two, or found and photographed other footprints that I stand by. That I’m as sure as I can be that they are the real deal. But after the initial, “Omg it’s a print! ” I try to take in the whole area and check that it could actually be somewhere that could sustain him or a family of them.

It’s amazing when I see these perfect casts because mine are not that pretty ever. Here’s a few perfect examples. I don’t know how your prints work out but mine do not look this sexy. They could definitely use a pedicure.

I have been lucky to find some good prints. Most of my adventures are outside a park area. Paths many don’t use because they aren’t marked.

The best advice I was given was to cast every print you aren’t sure about, take photos, videos, measure etc and document. Go over the whole area because if he can’t survive in that area for awhile and probably isn’t his print. Be open and ready to hear that maybe it isn’t a bigfoot and actually is Ronald McDonalds…