On July 14, 1969, John H. Dana or El Cajon, California and George F. Haas found about 100 footprints in the trail leading from west Low Gap to the East Fork of the South Fork of the Trinity River in the Yolla Bolla District of the Shasta-Trinity National Forest in Trinity County, California. The trail, about 1 to 2 miles long, is clearly marked on
the official Forest service map starting from the West Low Gap, the first footprints were encountered about 1 mile or 2 on the trail and we followed-for approximately 1’mile. The trail, clearly marked with blazes, is evidently very old since some blazes, especially those on oak trees, are entirely grown over. No recent human passage was evident. The best and clearest prints were seen where the trail surface was covered with 1 to 2 inches of a packed mulch of pine needles and oak leaves. This mulch was crushed and ground into the black humus beneath, indicating a great Height, probably 600 to 800 pounds. Dana, weighing about 220 pounds and wearing boots 13 inches long, could make hardly any impression in the trail mulch right beside the other prints. Once the creature stepped on a Western Yellow pine cone crushing it as flat as if a car had run
over it. Stride was about 36 inches, going downhill , and prints were about 16 inches long. The distance between the line of left footprints and the line of right footprints was about l foot, much wider than that
in a human trail. Tracks were evidently very fresh, not over a day or two old. Once the creature had stood with both feet side by side evidently having stopped to look around at the location’s small dead trees were we found trees leaning across the trail about 3 to 4 feet above the ground. Footprints led under them indicating that the creature had stooped to go under them just like we did. On the underside of each dead tree hairs were found which had been snagged off the creature’s back and caught on half inch long stubs of small branches. Seven hairs were collected which were reddish brown fine and silky, 1 to 1 inches long and slightly curly. Similar tracks had been .found a few days previously by Ben E. Foster Jr. and associates in and around the Fern Glade area which is in the general vicinity. “They may have been made by the same creature..” George F. Hans, July l7J 1969.
It’s the same dream When the mist clears And he’s standing there I’m frozen in place With my eyes locked at his face Neither him or I move an inch We weren’t expecting this His life of solitude kept him out of sight But tonight we both got a fright When I blink He’s gone again No one will believe me What do I tell my friends I have no proof I was to shocked to move Does it even matter if they believe After I’ve seen what I’ve seen I felt I was given a gift I feel blessed Nothing else matters Not fame or all the rest Just this little moment A moment in the forest Like none other That will ever be Free in the forest The wild man and me…. Poem by me…
t’s Sasquatch Indian day, and no place for skeptics. You either take the sasquatch or leave them alone. There is no middle course. Many Indians take them straight. To hear tell, the Sasquatch were great hairy legendary creatures that maintain their reputation with an occasional presentation day swoop down from the mountains to peek in windows or smack a lone tribesman. Others, Indian Agent J. W. Burns explained, take a milder view. “Despite their great size of seven feet in height the sasquatch are timid and harmless. Burns said the Indians believe. “They were believed to be covered with a growth of hair and to live in caves and hollow trees. The legend probably came from the actual existence of some primitive race. I believe in it myself.” Legend or not, the celebration today and tomorrow will see braves, squaws and their papooses living again as their ancestors did before white men came. Against a background of historic Harrison Lake and river, an Indian village of 20 lodges bright with traditional ochred drawings and totem symbols occupies a square mile of cleared brushland. Dressed in full tribal regalia, Indians prepared to start the day’s celebration with a parade. Night events will include forbidden torchlight for which special permission has been granted by the dominion fisheries department, ceremonial dances and camp fire recitals of Indian folklore…
Over at r/CasualUK, Reddit user huskyboi72 posted this curious photo of a creepy creature that reportedly washed up on a UK beach. In the thread, the weird animal has been identified as a “baby Loch Ness Monster,” a plesiosaurus, or a Lesser-spoted Dogfish. The most popular analysis of the photo is that it’s the remnants…
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If asked, Maryland schoolteacher Robert Chance will tell you about strange doings in York County and in nearby Harford County, Md. He says chickens are mysteriously slaughtered in grotesque fashion. Mauled guard dogs become more like docile puppies. long tracks are found which have left unusually deep impressions in the ground. Chance’s explanation for these is a creature called “bigfoot.” Chance gives this description of bigfoot: About 7 feet tall, the creature is a two- legged humanoid weighing roughly 350 pounds. He is covered with dark or reddish brown hair, except over his face. He has a flat nose and a pointed head and is a good swimmer. Most active at night, bigfoot
feeds on fish, poultry, roots and garbage. Chance has compiled evidence pointing to the presence of a bigfoot in Pennsylvania and Maryland. He says there have been 237 reported sightings of the beast in Pennsylvania since the One was reported in York County only last March. Chance claims he and bigfoot have had two encounters. The first was in 1972 when he was hiking an abandoned logging trail after a canoe trip on Muddy Creek in southern York County. He and his four companions were startled by several large boulders, about 50 pounds a piece, which came bouncing past them. There was no sound or a landslide, just the rocks. “I’ve never been as scared as I was on Muddy Creek,” Chance recalled. The projectiles came close but hit no one. “I think he was just trying to scare us off. He could have hit us if he wanted to,” Chance says. Chance had read of reported sightings of bigfoot in the Pacific Northwest. The incident at Muddy Creek made him think that Bigfoot also lived in the East. Inspired, Chance checked and turned up other stories of bizarre occurrences. His quest for the beast began in earnest. Two years ago in Harford County, Chance was investigating a reported sighting. “I could smell something, and my dogs were going crazy. I heard this rush through a thicket and this weird cry. I went and found broken off waist high.” It was another close call with bigfoot, Chance believes. He says more than 50 possible bigfoot encounters have come to his attention this year including several in York County. There have been sightings in the county’s Muddy and Creek areas, he says. Tracks have been found, in outlying farmland. And a truck driver says he saw a creature near the Peach Bottom power plant March 2. Scant hard evidence for bigfoot’s existence has been found, Chance says. Strands of hair picked off fences have been identified as that of a primate, but not known primate. Plaster casts have ‘been made of footprints, Chance says. A camper with a tape recorder believes he got some Bigfoot on tape. But there are no photographs of an East Coast bigfoot. The elusive quality bigfoot exhibits is a sign of intelligence, Chance says. “You can’t set a trap for it. it’s too smart.” Bigfoot perhaps has retained survival instincts humans lost thousands of years ago. Although curious and powerful, the fleeting animal afraid of humans, Chance says. That attitude, combined with thick vegetation, makes summer a slow season for bigfoot sightings. Winter when incidents abound be cause scarcer food sources more activity by Bigfoot, thin foliage makes spottings easier and snow clearly marks footprints. The best theory Chance can develop is that Bigfoot roams the traveling from northern Florida to central Pennsylvania. In the area, Chance figured there actually are three Bigfoot animals. He guessed there may be 200 the After a total of three months of camping, Chance has come no closer than the two incidents related above, He isn’t quite sure what he’d do if he did find it. “I don’t think I could capture it because I wouldn’t know what dose of tranquilizer to use. And I don’t have 20 men with a net. The thought i’d stand my ground and mimic what it’d do. Idealistically, I’d like it to communicate with me, although I admit that is a little farfetched An environmental education teacher at the local high school, he has a syndicated newspaper column in addition to being a town commissioner and environmental center director. He also works as a wilderness outfitter. “I get razzed a lot. My father can’t buy it (the bigfoot notion). The commissioners and a lot of the people I teach with can’t buy it. You lose some credibility. But eventually i’m going to regain it when one is found. “I don’t mind criticism from outdoorsmen,” he says. “But comments from a Monday morning quarterback who’s never even camped out in the backwoods? Well I get upset when they give me grief. it’s something I got to live with, Iguess.” Much remains to be learned about bigfoot. Chance points out without hesitation researchers do not know where they come from, where they sleep, why no dead ones bave been found, among other questions. But Chance stresses what is unknown may well exist. People are learning things about this world all the- time. I like to feel some things still are yet to discover…”
Forget King Kong . Consider instead a species of giant ape undiscovered by science. Between eight and 12 feet tall, the powerful, intelligent primate walks on two feet through the forests of North America. Thousands of people claim to have seen it. Such professional observers as judges, policemen and doctors all describe a similar beast. Hundreds of tracks, confirmed as primate, have been found. America’s King Kong is the sasquatch , aka Bigfoot .
More and more scientists are risking ridicule to champion the sasquatch’s existence, several devoting their lives to researching it. Even Jane Goodall, the respected primatologist, says: “I’m fascinated by the accounts from people I trust, and I have a totally open mind about Bigfoot’s existence.”
I, too, kept an open mind when I recently joined the Bigfoot Research Organisation (BFRO) in Olympic National Park, Washington State, on a sasquatch -seeking mission.
On the drive from Seattle, across beautiful Puget Sound to the forested Olympic Mountains, Kristine Walls told me about our quarry. Walls, a botanist and BFRO investigator, had not seen a sasquatch but accepted its existence wholeheartedly. The animals are placid, she said, but they have killed people and have been seen beating pigs to death with their fists. No one has found a dead Bigfoot , perhaps because its bones are quickly dispersed in woods, and perhaps because the Bigfoot buries its dead.
“Are we going to see a ‘squatch’?” I asked, aping Kristine’s lingo.
“Maybe, maybe not, but you’ll definitely know if one’s nearby.”
“How?”
“Oh, you’ll know.”
The BFRO team’s campsite headquarters, the Log Cabin Resort, was on the steep, thickly wooded shores of the famously deep Crescent Lake. Shrill children ran between camper vans, teens sunbathed and swam, parents prepared barbecues. It was as bright and peaceful as the beginning of a horror film.
The BFROers greeted me warmly. There were about 35 people in all, largely male and aged from 12 to 65. A couple were wild-haired, wacky-eyed guys, yet most were sober, middle-class people – a lawyer, a fighter pilot and a smattering of students and academics.
Matt Moneymaker, the 39-year-old charismatic founder of BFRO, was organising the evening’s activities. The atmosphere was informed, academic but excited-to-be-outdoors, as you might find at an open-air Star Trek convention.
Small groups peeled off into the woods. The idea was to see and photograph or film sasquatch , but not to disturb it. Squatches prefer women, apparently, so Moneymaker sent me off with Tracy, a young anthropology student but veteran squatch investigator, her friend, Kerry, and Kristine Walls.
We walked through boundless woods. With no moon or cloud, the stars were in full riot. It was hard to look up without seeing a shooting star. We passed by silent, silhouetted trees, and sniffed the cool air, musky with the summer aroma of cedar, pine and alder.
As the girls sang to attract squatches, I mused on how these normal, intelligent people would be considered loons by many for believing something that hegemonic Western science denies. Mainstream academia believes that Bigfoot is explainable fiction. Dr Simon Roberts, an anthropologist, says: “Myths have a function. The creation of Bigfoot might be a way of delineating between wild nature and man’s domesticated world.”
Then there’s the Jungian idea that monsters are a projection of our inner animal. Dr Christopher Bailey, a psychiatrist, says: “Aggressive impulses deemed intolerable for civilised people are disowned and attributed to something outside the self, like when people who kill wolves for sport refer to them as bloodthirsty killers (and fail to see the irony).”
Myth or not, we found no trace of the sasquatch that night. But the next day the camp was abuzz with excitement. In his tent deep in the woods, Lieutenant-Colonel Kevin Jones (retired) had had an Encounter: at about 4am, a huge sasquatch had loomed over his tent, he claimed. Moneymaker decided to take action. That night a crack team would return to the scene. Dr Leila Hadj-Chikh, a biologist with the Wildlife Conservation Society, would set up her high-tech recording equipment. Jones would operate a PA system to broadcast what was thought to be a recorded Bigfoot call. Tracy and Kristine would make squatch noises to lure the beasts. I’d go, too, to record and objectively verify its appearance. I was to sleep exactly where Jones had the night before.
We camped in a clearing and listened as Jones recounted the couple of times he had seen squatches. I was nearly converted. Jones didn’t seem the type to lie.
I became spooked, especially after the bone-chilling Bigfoot “call” was blasted out, then even more when we distinctly heard three somethings walking around us in the brush. They would stop moving when we stopped talking. After a while, they went away and we went to sleep. I awoke in the morning disappointed they hadn’t come closer.
Back at camp, there had been another Encounter. Tattoo artist Chip Beam said he’d been loomed over just as Jones had been.
That night’s vigil, deep in the forest, was a jolly affair. A long midnight walk, with much singing to lure squatches, was followed by a great fireside chat late into the night. Soon after the call-blasts there were noises all around, as if a crowd of Bigfoot was circling.
Kristine woke us all in the morning by shouting: “I’ve just seen a squatch!” We leapt from our tents and ran to the spot. I searched for broken branches, spoor and droppings, not sure what I was doing but enjoying the moment.
Kristine was elated. It was her first “sighting” after two years in the field. She spent the entire journey back to Seattle talking about it, and was understandably defensive against my unvoiced scepticism. The figure she saw could have been a freakishly tall man dressed up as a sasquatch , a deformed bear walking on two legs, or an animal that’s bright enough to hide from humans and has endless tracts of impenetrable forest in which to do it. Which was most likely?
Out there in the woods, meeting so many kind, normal people who said they’d seen the beast, I was almost convinced. But back in cynical Britain, before the eyes of my ready-to-mock peers, my squatch confidence was soon undermined.
The idea, though, that tribes of mini Kongs roam the North American forests is certainly more appealing than believing they don’t. Like Jane Goodall, I’m keeping an open mind, and hoping that BFRO boss Matt Moneymaker is right when he says: “Universal acceptance of Bigfoot’s existence is not only absolutely inevitable, it’s going to happen soon.”
My thoughts…there was something the reporter said, something I believe as well, and that is that bigfoot is so believed and accepted now, especially with all the technology out there, bigfoot is out there roaming free, he is our connection to being wild, living in and off what nature provides, being free. And we need that connection, or we our lost…
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Watson, Angus. “In the steps of Bigfoot Angus Watson has a few hairy moments on a hunt for the mysterious sasquatch – King Kong’s ‘real-life’ cousin.” Daily Telegraph [London, England], 31 Dec. 2005, p. 005. Gale In Context: World History, link.gale.com/apps/doc/A140342221/WHIC?u=frk&sid=bookmark-WHIC&xid=2a7452aa. Accessed 6 Dec. 2022.
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