Bigfoot on the Beach…

Good morning and happy Thursday! I was sent these great prints from @dhines1967 in Utah, that he let me share with you all. What do you think of these prints? They look 👀 squatchy to me and there have been encounters of Bigfoot on the beach. I added pictures of the Seashore Oregon sighting and the Hooper Bay Beach, as well as a written encounter below from Clatsop Beach in 1978…

“It was a very stormy day and the surf was high, crashing over the rocks on the jetty and pounding the beach. From the viewing tower I saw a man-like figure walk down off the grassy area onto the beach.

At first I did not think too much of this “person” out on the sands. Then I watched as the figure neared the edge of the water. It was waving its arms up and down facing the surf and the tower. There was another person on the tower with his daughter and they too saw the figure; we looked at each other with a “what the hell is that” look but said nothing and continued to watch this figure standing on the beach.

At this point I noticed a pick up truck with its lights on approaching up the beach from the south. Then the scale of the figure really struck me; it had to be a good 8 feet tall or more. The figure quickly turned and moved very fast off the beach before the truck was in range.

It did not run but rather “strode” the 30 or so yards to the dunes edge, then took one or two steps up the embankment and was gone.

I was all excited and scared on what I has just seen. I decided to go to the nearest parking lot near where the figure came down on the beach and see if I could get another look at it. As I approached the beach I became even more afraid, the wind was so strong I could hear nothing but the roar of the surf and the howl of the wind through my coat’s hood. My dog was anxious and stayed close to me.

I went to the beach and found where it came down the sand hill, the sand was all torn up from its passage. But when I discovered the hill was an easy 10 foot high, I really became fearful and decided to return to my car and leave instead of following the tracks into the grass.

The vivid picture of a sandy colored figure standing near the surf waving its arms still stays with me today 30 years later…”

Hoopers Bay 2014 sighing

2013 Oregon Seaside sighting

I’m not sure if these last two have been debunked since there initial report, but I do believe he could use the ocean also for a food source if needed, I’m just not sure if they would because they would be out in the open with no natural environment to camouflage them. Personally I’d love it, catch a tan and a Bigfoot in one day would be perfection, but not likely to happen.

Let me know what you think of the prints or beach sightings.

Have an awesome day…

Lake George Monster…

Picture from Harbour History Museum

I have read so much about famous water monsters that I thought I’d tell you about a water monster that fooled everyone in 1904 on one of my favorite lakes of all time, Lake George, in Lake George New York.

Every year (unless there is a pandemic about), I head to lake George New York for a week or more. I have been doing this for well over a decade now at the least . It’s a great place to recharge the mental batteries.

So of course because I’m a nerd at heart, I had to learn all about its history. One thing that popped up was a tale of a water monster and a great hoax.

As I am a boater and would go on that water everyday from one end to the other while I visited, this bit of history had me fascinated.

Back in 1904 a Water Monster was born. Once called “the biggest hoax of all time.”

In Hague Bay unbeknownst to the lake residents a fishing bet over who could catch the biggest trout was made. Harry Watrous, a well known painter and Colonel William Mann the editor of Town Topics a local scandal sheet made a bet over who could catch the biggest trout. This bet was ongoing, until one day Mann pulled up on his boat holding a large trout seeming to look about 30 pounds, therefore winning the bet. Later on Watrous realized it wasn’t a trout but a wooden plank shaped and painted to look as though it was a fish.

But revenge is sweet and Watrous certainly knew how to do it up good. I’ll let you read about his prank in his own words…

Thirty years later Watrous (1934) recalled:

“While the Colonel was in New York attending to business during the week ending June 27, 1904, I got a cedar log and fashioned one end of it into my idea of a sea monster or hippogriff. I made a big mouth, a couple of ears, like the ears of an ass, four big teeth, two in the upper and two in the lower jaw, and for eyes I inserted in the sockets of the monster two telegraph pole insulators of green glass.

I painted the head in yellow and black stripes, painted the inside of the mouth red and the teeth white, painted two red places for nostrils and painted the ears blue.

The log of which I fashioned the head was about ten feet long. To the bottom of the log I attached a light rope which I put through a pulley attached to a stone which served as an anchor. The pulley line was about 100 feet long and was manipulated from the shore.”

Well, I went out and anchored the hippogriff close to the path which Col. Mann’s boat would have to take from the landing to his island. I tested the monster several times, sunk it and waited for Col. Mann and his party to arrive on Saturday afternoon.

The Colonel had as his guests Mr. Davies, Mrs. Bates and several other congenial spirits. Hidden behind a clump of bushes on shore I watched as the launch approached and just as it was about ten feet away from my trap I released the monster. It came up nobly, the head shaking as if to rid itself of water, and I will say that to several people in Col. Mann’s boat it was a very menacing spectacle.

Mr. Davies, who had a rather high pitched voice, uttered a scream that must have been heard as far away as Burlington, Vt. Mrs. Bates, a very intrepid lady, of Milesian extraction, stood on a seat in the boat and beat the water with her parasol, shouting indistinguishable sentences in her native tongue. Col. Mann shouted, “Good God, what is it?” through his whiskers and kept repeating his query as long as the boat was in sight. As soon as I gave the audience a good look at the hippogriff I pulled it down to the bottom of the lake again.

Although Col. Mann’s home was on an island, the news of the sea serpent was all along the shore of the lake that night. Taking advantage of the darkness of night, I moved the monster from place to place along the lake shore and everybody who saw my monster had a new story to tell of its awe-inspiring appearance.

Each day we provided new thrills for the populace, and that is how the rumor started that there was an honest-to-goodness sea serpent living in Lake George.

From the New York Times

And then a few decades later Watrous was asked to release his water monster once more during an Independence Day carnival. It scared a few more boaters that day Watrous exclaimed, “I spoofed the world once with this horrendous beast; and I spoofed it again this afternoon”

But this hoax became something he didn’t expect. It became something the town embraced and people believed that, Georgie ( as it’s affectionately known as) was swimming around out there somewhere. Reports of other sightings were also reported. It got such attention that in 2002 researchers (known best for researching the Beast Of Whitehall, in Whitehall New York) Robert and Paul Bartholomew even made a pit stop on their way to Investigate Champ, Lake Champlain’s own water monster.

Despite knowing it’s a hoax when I’m there on the water I’m still always keeping an eye out for it. You never know…


Let me say firs that this is my own theory, but what if there truly is a water monster swimming around out there? It has close proximity to Champlain, and I bet you didn’t know, but the water fall from Lake George into Champlain is longer than Niagara, but not accessible for every to see. But the size and depth of the lake could support one I believe. What if the hoax brought such attention to the possibility of real creature being out there, causing people to look out for it, that sightings of a real creature were now being reported? So many believed hoaxes are out there that are real, well, real to me anyway, Bigfoot, Lochness, etc. Why not Georgie too?

So I’ll keep looking whenever I’m there and someday maybe, who knows, I may get an interesting picture of Georgie that people can examine for decades to come. When you know some unexplainable creatures exist, you’re open to all possibilities.

Wish me luck…

From the S.O.Z on YouTube

If you would like to see it for yourself some day for sure then dummy monster is an exhibit at the Clifton F. West Historical Museum in Hague, New York State.


Watrous, Harry W. 1934. Is there a sea serpent in Lake George? Flyer Lake George Gold Cup Regatta,” Aug. 3-5; itself reprinted from the New York Evening Sun.

Trail Etiquette…

Okay, since I haven’t been able to find an existing one, I’m going to do the responsible thing here and create one for all of us. We need to learn trial etiquette and manners. If you’re in the forests as much as I am you get miffed over a few reoccurring things. I put together a list of basic manners and nature seekers 101.

1. When you are parking at a trail head you can see that only a couple cars can fit, so park your car as to leave room for other cars (stop parking like an idiot)

2. Before setting out, look over a trail map and have a plan if you separate. ( note, playing Marco Polo should not be that plan)

3. Check yourself, do you have everything you need (and the stupid stuff you don’t)

4. Silence is golden. My biggest pet peeve in the forest, try to talk softly, whatever you say everyone in the forest just heard because it echos. And talking on your cell phone? Don’t even get me started. ( I want to take that phone out of your hands)

5. For the dirt bikers. Let me first say I love it, believe it or not I used to ride a 4 wheeler every weekend. But please stop making the trail all blown out for the hikers. (I see your muddy wheel marks on the trail, I will find you, and your little bike too)

6. My other huge pet peeve is trash. WTH people, take whatever you bring out with you! (Refer to above, I will find you, you lazy earth killing jerk)

7. Respect the wildlife. Always, the forest is their home not ours. And every little critter has a family to get home too.

8. Hunters please don’t shoot me! I don’t look good in orange, is pink and purple okay?

Well I think I covered everything in my list but feel free to comment if you think of something to add along

Light as a Feather…Stiff as a Board

Chances are if you grew up in the 70s or 80s you’ve heard of the parlor trick game, Light as a Feather. The basic gist of the game is to make someone become light as a feather and that you will be able to levitate them off the floor using just two fingers from each person that participates.

Many people were first introduced to this by the masses in the movie The Craft but it dates all the way back to the 1600s. It first popped up in the diary of Samual Pepys. Samual was an administer of the navy of England and a member of Parliament. Here is the account told to him by a friend who witnessed the game being played.

“He saw four little girls, very young ones, all kneeling, each of them, upon one knee; and one begun the first line, whispering in the ear of the next, and the second to the third, and the third to the fourth, and she to the first. Then the first begun the second line, and so round quite through, and putting each one finger only to a boy that lay flat upon his back on the ground, as if he was dead; at the end of the words, they did with their four fingers raise this boy high as they could reach, and he [Mr. Brisband] being there, and wondering at it, as also being afeared to see it, for they would have had him to have bore a part in saying the words, in the roome of one of the little girles that was so young that they could hardly make her learn to repeat the words, did, for feare there might be some sleight used in it by the boy, or that the boy might be light, call the cook of the house, a very lusty fellow, as Sir G. Carteret’s cook, who is very big, and they did raise him in just the same manner.”

The next recorded account was in 1857 in the Magicians Own Handbook. And then made famous in the 90s movie, The Craft.

The actual science of the game is based on the principle that everyone lifting at the same time in the right place on the body, distributes the weight just right for the body to be easier, lighter to lift. And not that we ever think of this, but the fingers are stronger then we think.

Along with the chanting of light as a feather, stiff as a board there is also a quick back story to set the stage and get the person who is being levitated to loosen up. Here is one version from the 1700s.

“Behold, a dead body, 
Still as a stone, 
Cold as marble, 
Light as a spirit, 
We lift you in the name of Jesus Christ.”

Cheery isn’t it? But I never thought of dead weight as loosening up, so when we played we would talk about feeling like you were drifting on a cloud, or you’re a marshmallow etc. but now that I think of it, I remember I was always the one being lifted. Know why? Because my house was a haunted one and we were all afraid a ghost was going to jump inside us! I’d be funnier if it wasn’t actually a possibility.

When we did it we also treated it more like a seance. Candles lit etc. but no matter whatever we chanted or did, it actually worked! Now I know they say your memory could can play a little trick on you with time. But we all remember it working. Now we had lots of lifters, the group of us from the neighborhood would hang out and this is one of the things we all did together. (That didn’t piss the whole neighborhood off) I wish we took some pictures when we did it. But unfortunately only my grandfather and and myself took the family photos and I was always playing the part of Linda Blair.

So, if you’ve never tried it, you should. I recommend it as being one of life’s rite of passages we all should do, even if nothing happens you’ll have a good laugh and memory I’m sure. I know I do.

Interdenominational Me

Don’t you wish you knew for a fact

That Bigfoot is definitely inter dimensional

And he chooses to come back

That he was Father Time and the Keeper

Of the Human Race

That he could intervene when we lost all reason and grace

Come through and save the animals in the burning forests

Because we humans find all of them so much less important

Don’t you wish you could follow him through and leave this one behind

Just in time to save what is left of your mind

Learn all the secrets of the universe

Like how he exits

All the secrets learned as you pass through the gate

How many entrances there are

Or if they could open it from wherever they roam

I do, I wish all of this,

because some days this dimension just doesn’t feel like the right fit…

Poem by me, titled interdenominational Me

I’m a Poet and Didn’t Know It…

Hello everyone… I just wanted to stop and chat a bit with everyone. Say hello. As you know I consider my blog more like a diary with some facts and fun inserted then a formal article. I want you to grab some coffee, relax, and read this blog. There are so many wonderful writers in the high strangeness field that I definitely have some room to be me. I just want to have a conversation with you like…Carrie, from Sex in the City. Think column. But one other form of expression also moves me. Poetry. I’ve been writing poems (and song lyrics as well) since I started writing around the age of five.

So on occasion in my diary/column here you may see a few poems pop up, and also I’m currently compiling them together for a book as we speak. What do I rhyme about? Well, mostly I consider myself a monster word slinger. I write about cryptids, lore, werewolves and nature. Maybe some love and yearning as well, I am a girl after all.

Here is an example of one of my poems and I hope you enjoy the others that pop up as well, here, and on my social media platforms. And when the book is complete I hope you’ll check it out….

“She and the wolf are one

The souls bond will never be undone

Love her because she is free

Love her because she’s wild

Love her because she is loyal

Love her because she has passion

Love her because she is herself, original

Love her because you can’t picture her with another

Love her soon

Or you’ll have to run to keep up with her

Because she is all those things

She will never wait

No matter what you hold as bait

Love her because she is the one

What your souls have brought together

Can never be undone…”

9/11 The Brave Went In…

Brave Went In…

“On September 11th the brave went in

From those that went in to work

To the ones pledged to defend

They are not just a name, number, rank

They are those we should stop everyday to thank

A prayer, a thought , there is no wrong way

Just remember they went in there that day

Every passenger on those planes they too have a name

Brave, hero, friend, child, son, mother, father and daughter

They did what they did to give you the life to live that you ought to

Remember, just remember, and not just today

Don’t let their heroism like time just fade away

I thank you, I thank you all

For saving many of our lives

In those towers fall…”

Heroes all, thank you.

Poem titled Brave Went In by me

Copyright 9/11/20

Life, The Universe, and Everything…

When we are younger, our parents explain the whole meaning of life. (Monty python version not withstanding). We learn the basics. You grow up, go to school, college, work, marriage, family then finally death. And all the crazy things in between.

The church then educates us on a deeper level. We learn all about our souls and how to protect and nurture them. Our soul almost becomes top priority over all those things listed above. Let’s start with what a definition of a soul is.

A soul in most religions, is thought of as the incorporeal essence of a living being. It’s the mental abilities of a living being to reason, feel, think, etc. to protect your soul so it doesn’t hit the fiery pit, your religion, whatever it is, gives you a certain set of rules to follow. (Some are a little more forgiveble than others so read that rule book carefully and read the fine print too). A soul, despite what we know scientifically to be as just parts of our brain at work, is often thought of as a separate part of us. Like your heart. We may say something like “that came from the heart” all the time, it’s just an expression, but the heart is different from the soul. To us, the soul is separate from our physical bodies. We need this sucker to ride into the next body so we can be reincarnated. 

In my house growing up, odd though I know we all were.  We believed in reincarnation. Mostly when the bad things happened. We would smash a knee and say something like, “come on god, really? Was I Ted Bundy in my last life or something?” I always went right to Ted, I was young but I remember the day they flipped the switch. Horrible I know. But still true. I still say that all the time. I fall a lot, so you know, I get annoyed here and there.

So, Reincarnation, it is defined simply when you die your soul rides the white tunnel into new digs with a teeny tiny stop to swipe all your hard earned knowledge and memories. So when you think about it, who cares if you get reincarnated or not? I mean, we all aren’t Napoleon who was positive he was the reincarnation of Charlemagne. What fun is it if you don’t wake up in like Angelina Jolie’s body or something and be like, “hells yeah!”

But if we aren’t reincarnated or shipped to the fiery pit. And it isn’t your soul stuck around, then what is it? My mother always thought ghosts were echos of life essence just doing whatever they would do if they were still corporeal. And every once and awhile we could see them. They passed through our plain. Sounds plausible to me, except for the fact some of those echos stray from that routine and do crazy s**t like knock over dishes, shut off lights and maybe even reach out and touch someone. When that happens all bets are off and it’s time to call the priest.

And why do you call the priest? Because he knows and wholeheartedly believes that it’s a soul that’s trapt. We all for the most part want to believe that a loved ones soul or essence that passed is still traveling around close to us. 

So we all have to decide for ourselves some of these more fantastical beliefs. Do I believe in ghosts or souls being able to hang around ? Are my parents watching over me or have they reincarnated into my neighbors new dogs? I prefer to think our soul is separate and it hangs close to its former loved ones or in a loved, safe familiar spot. I’ll gladly pass up on reincarnation if my family needs my soul around and besides, I’m pretty sure I was heading in to Peppermint Patties body next time anyway.

Copyright © January 2019, property of Bigfootmountain 
All rights reserved

Life, the Universe and Everything is from my favorite book series: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

Meaning of Life from Monty Python Flying Circus 

Peppermint Patty character from Charles Schulz’s Peanuts comic strip 

Sasysquatchgirl Presents…an Evening in the Forest…

Picture this…it’s dark now, there is no full moonlight and you’re alone. You’ve lost your flashlight, your knife, your compass and your mind. Right now you’re already thinking that only an idiot would let themselves get in this position.

But your hunters and Bigfoot researchers know that only an idiot would think that only an idiot would find themselves in that position. I don’t care how much experience you have, you forget things, get turned around out there and fright happens. That’s why most will try to prepare for anything.

Generally everyone is afraid of the woods at night even the most prepared with their fire, torch gun, machete, rifle, compass, flashlights, bug spray and a whole bunch of very similar individuals accompanying them. It takes a lot of trust to go out there with someone in the dark or otherwise.

I’ve been in Freetown Forest at night with nothing but my phone and one sister. But even knowing your companions, the thought of what you’re getting yourself into is creepy. And you certainly don’t want to be lost at night out there in an area you don’t know.


There is an actual disorder and people who suffer from a deep fear of the woods at night. This is not an uncommon feeling and it has a name…Nyctohylophobia. You could have every superstar survival man accompanying you, with all those weapon and goodies I listed above with them, and it wouldn’t stop the fear and panic from overwhelming you if you were still out there when darkness fell. If you suffer from this, even standing at the tree line in your backyard will give you that same feeling as being lost in a dark forest. So if that sounds familiar to you at all, don’t go out there at night. You have nothing to prove to yourself or anyone else that’s worth being terrified. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, everyone feels some degree of healthy fear out there in the dark.

For fun I asked my friends what kinds of situations they thought I could get myself into if I were in the woods alone at night…here is their list:

  • Losing my car keys, (okay that’s a daily event but what will I need those for in the woods).
  • Flashlight will die immediately 
  • I’ll trip and break my foot on a stump, (not a hard guess, I do that just getting to the car).
  • An owl will fly into me and poke my eye out🙄really guys?, (that was a June bug and just that one time).
  • Falling off a cliff, ( what the hell? I’m not going up a cliff at night) if I fall off one it wasn’t an accident. Remember that.

While those are all meant to be funny, and a little true, here are some of the things that could really go wrong, and none of them would be remotely amusing:

  • Lose your way, no map or compass
  • Getting an injury, no first aide kit
  • Temperature dropping and you don’t have adequate clothing 
  • No matches, food, or water
  • No weapons and you could come upon a bear or wolf or not so friendly cryptid of any kind. 
  • Not letting anyone know where you were headed, almost guarantees no rescue 
  • No phone or dead phone 

I’m sure there are many more I haven’t thought of and I don’t want to think about them. There are many professional hunters, campers, researchers and hikers that go missing all the time, yes I believe some could be, but definitely not all are Bigfoot related. So you have to be prepared for those situations too. Some accidents are related to a lack of common sense and risky behavior. I know I’m not always prepared.  My love of feeling free out there, being sans electronics etc. my want of being accepted peacefully out there without fear, might be good for acceptance from the Big Guy and some squirrels but really bad for everything else. So while I’m writing this, I’m attempting to drill some of these safety measures into my own head. I’m close! I have my Fabulous Starry opossum backpack because a Bigfoot one would be really giving away the game out there, (and slightly embarrassing for him to catch me with) and now I have to dig out that list I made for my first night’s trip to Freetown, and fill it up. Then make my hiking partner carry it, if I have one. Did I say that aloud???

As silly as I like to be I’m very serious that I want you to be safe and feel safe out there. Learn what your limits are..and remember terror is not a good navigator…Bigfoot is out there somewhere no matter what time of day it is…

Coast to Coast Am, video On missing hunters..

What should be in your pack out there: Tutorial from the Tacticaldefender on YouTube and Instagram at @tacticaldefender

Starry Opossum can be found at @itsmesesame on Instagram

Articles of note:

Pictures from Google/public, complied with fair use act

Copyright September 2018, revised September 2020 property of Bigfoot Mountain ™, all rights reserved.

Tales of Bigfoot…

“There are tales out there of Bigfoot through time
They cannot all be just like a nursery rhyme
They have been seen, heard and felt through the forest
We are only passing through his home like a tourist
The tales say he whistles, whoops and knocks
But mostly, I just feel him during my forest walks
I’d say I would love to see him in person
But the tales, well they have a description and now I’m not so certain
He’s a living legend just walking through time
I could not ever compare his life with mine
Maybe he stays away for survival
He must see how we treat those we feel are our rival
And so mankind has sealed his fate to walk the forest alone…
There will never be proof enough that can be shown
That could ever tempt him to leave his security, his home
And so our search will continue
Our evidence shared
In this dance we do between research and tales
This will be how his story is told and remembered for the next thousand years
With encounter stories as it has always been
We keep on knocking
But he knows he can’t ever let us in…”
Art by one of the best @charlesaguthrie

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