Bigfoot in the News…Extraordinary Tales

Art by Steve Baxter

THE SASQUATCH…
A Collection of Extraordinary and Weird Tales
About the Hairy Giants of Chehalis Hinterlands
As told in MacLean’s Magazine by J. W. Burns.
January 6th, 1937…

The vast mountain solitudes of British Columbia, of which but very little of it has been explored, is populated by a hairy race of giants-not ape-like men. Reports from time to time, covering a period of many years, have come from the province that hairy giants had been occasionally seen by Indians and white trappers in the mountains vastness, far from the pathway of civilization. These reports, however, were always vague and for that reason no person could be found, or, at least, nobody came forward with the information that they had obtained a close-up view of these strange creatures.

Persistent rumors led the writer to make diligent enquiries among older Indians.

The question relating to the subject was always, or nearly always, evaded with the trite excuse: “The white man don’t believe, he make joke of the Indian.” But after three years of plodding, we have come into possession of information more definite and authentic than has come to light at any

other previous time. Disregarding rumor and hearsay, we have prevailed upon men who claim they had actual close contact with these hairy giants and are willing to tell

what they know about them. Their story is set down here in good faith….here is the first witnesses account. He wishes to remain anonymous and will be referred as XY.

X Y lives on the Chehalis Reserve. I believe that he is a reliable as well as an intelligent Indian. He gave me the following thrilling

account of his experience with these people.

Encountering the Giant…

“One evening in the month of May some years ago,”

said the hero, “I was walking along the foot of the mountain about a mile from the Chehalls reserve. I thought I heard a noise something like that of a grunt nearby. Looking in the direction in which it came,

I was startled to see what I took at first sight to be a huge bear crouched upon a

boulder twenty or thirty feet away. I raised my ritle to shoot it, but, as I did the creature stood up and let out a piercing yell. It was a man-giant, no less than six feet and one-half in height, and covered with hair. He was in a rage and jumped from the boulder to the ground. I fled. but not before I felt his breath upon my cheek. I never ran so fast before or since through brush and under.

I ran toward the Statloo or Chehalis river. Toward where my dugout was. From time to time I looked over my shoulder. The giant was quickly overtaking me, only a few feet separated us; another look and the distance measured to be less than fifty-

then the Chehalis river was there and in a moment it shot across the stream to the opposite bank. The swift river. however.

did not in the least daunt the giant for he began to wade it immediately. “I arrived home almost worn out from running and

felt sick. Taking an anxious look around the

house, I was relieved to find the wife and children inside. I bolted the door and barricaded it with everything at hand. Then with my rifle ready I stood near the door

and awaited his coming.”

X added that if he had not been so much excited he could easily have shot the giant when he began to wade the river.

“After an anxious waiting of twenty minutes.” resumed the Indian. “I heard a noise approaching like the trampling

of a horse. I looked through a crack in the old wall. It was the giant. Darkness’

had not yet set in and I had a good look at him. Except that he was covered with hair and twice the bulk of the average man, there was nothing to distinguish him from

the rest of us. He pushed, against the wall of the old house with such force it shook back and forth. The old cedar shook and timber creaked and groaned so much under the strain that I was afraid that it

would fall down and kill us. I whispered to the old woman to take the children under the bed.” The Indian pointed out what remained of the old house in which he lived at the time, explaining that the giant treated it so roughly that it had to be abandoned the following winter. “After

prowling and grunting like an animal around the house continued the Indian. “he went

away. We were glad, for the children and the wife were uncomfortable under the old bedstead.

Next morning I found his tracks in the mud around the house, the biggest of either man or beast I had ever seen. The tracks measured twenty two Inches in length, but narrow in proportion to their length.”

To be continued….

There are a few things I loved about this article over others. I liked that the witness called it a man giant and specifically mentioned it wasn’t an ape.

I was happy to read that the author of original article was looking for someone he found credible. Followed up by going to see the cabin and the area for himself. This was 1937, this was BBF, my new new term for anytime before he was named bigfoot officially.

This man wanted to remain nameless so he was t looking for any fame or fortune. This is a long article with a few encounters, so I’ll post another part tomorrow morning.

Have a great Saturday morning!

Sasquatch in the News…The Great Struggle

Although I have a lovely picture above of theee two strong marvelous creatures fishing together, this encounter is not a friendly one…

HARRISON MILLS, Feb. 23 A terrific battle a fight for life of prodigious strength matched against savage ferocity between a hairy giant of the Sasquatch and a huge bear, which after ten minutes of wild struggle, fury and rage, ended in the strangling of bruin when the wild man of the Chehalis hinterlands crushed the life out of him. The story of this unusual drama of the wilderness was told by three Harrison River Indians who were spectators of the singular incident one evening last week as they were walking along the Chehalis river close to the canyon

. “It was a skookum (strong) fight, ugh’, ugh’,” said Jimmy Craneback, one of the. trio of spectators, “and as no one of our little party had ever seen a hairy giant of the Sasquatch in a fight before, I’m telling you we got the biggest kick of our life. It was a hair – raising fight between savage and brute.” Asked how they came to witness the unusual battle, Jimmy said, “We were on our way home after an all – day unsuccessful hunt in the Chehalis mountains. We had just crossed the government road at the Chehalis river a mile or so north of the Indian village, when all at once we heard a roar in the forest ahead of us that shook the firs and cedars around and startled the crows and bluejays from their roost. We stopped to listen. Down the old trail ahead of us we could hear groans, growls, thuds and the snap and crack of rotten branches as If old Nick himself had gone off his noodle and was running amuck through the dark forest,” The hunter said that they were not afraid for their own safety as each of them carried a rifle. “But we were worried,” went on Jimmy, “that some old woman of the Chehalis might be in the forest digging roots for baskets and was being mauled by a bear, for bear at this time of the year are lean, vicious and hungry. “In silence we loaded our rifles hurriedly. “Fifty yards or so down the wooded trail we came upon a sight that made our eyes pop. In awe we stopped dead in our tracks. In the fading twilight and shadowy forest we first thought we were looking on two bears fighting each other to the death.

As we stood beside a log twenty yards away we could see the great struggle of strength. There was a crunching of bones as the monsters in their rage came to grips with each other – and tumbled and tossed about in their fury on the forest floor within a few feet of the Chehalis. But there was something about one of the monsters that puzzled us.” The hunters were now so excited with this hitherto unwitnessed drama of the wilderness that they wished to see the victor of the contest before they raised their rifles. “We wouldn’t have raised our rifles when we did,” explained Jimmy, “but it looked as if they were about to roll over the bank into the river any moment and we didn’t want to lose such big game. But then we never shot, for as we raised our rifles we were startled by a yell it had in it something human and came from one of. the combatants, which to our astonished ears sounded like “poo – woo – uoo.’ ” ‘Good, gosh,’ said Ike Joe as we lowered our rifles, ‘boys its a Sasquatch and a bear we’ll take the side of the giant, its well to be on their side. He’s put up a great fight let’s step in and help him.’ ” The boys were In a sweat, but happy the Sasquatch gave a “pooh – woo,” which timely utterance had no doubt saved his life.

“Finally,” said Jimmy, “the giant got his powerful hairy arms around the bear’s neck. It must have been a hu’m – dinger of a hold for the bear began to gasp for breath, and gasping pawed the air as his tongue was hanging out. The wild man had won the fight. With a grunt he flung the carcass of the bear into the river.” Asked was the Sasquatch a big fellow, Jimmy looked surprised. “You should know,” he grinned, “that it takes more than an infant to choke the daylights out of a big bear.” It does.

The Chilliwack Progress
Chilliwack, British Columbia, Canada
Wed, Mar 02, 1938

Bigfoot in the News…Vancouver Island

A hair raising encounter with A hairy

giant, A first hand account from

an Indian, a chief’s grandson, who once came face to face with a hairy Sasquatch and barely escaped with his life, the witness is a highly respected resident of the Songhees Reserve, here is how he described the creature, “His eyes glowed like the noonday sun, and the hair on his body was like moss on the rocks. His voice sounded like the roar of a surf from a heavy sea.”

The old Indian related that in his youth he was searching for a young deer up a mountain slope. When he reached the summit there was no deer. He was about to retrace his steps when he heard a loud roar. “At first I was like a frozen man, even the rocks were trembling. I looked up and there, not far away from me was a hairy man maybe 18 feet tall. As tall as a mountain tree. He was holding the deer. I remember that my spirit animal guide was a wolf, that it made me fast, so I turned and ran like the wind, he was throwing trees at me. You can still see the trees up there on the mountain rotting.”

From the description of the mountain he gave, it is Mount Matheson, near Rocky Point. He said they have always lived on Vancouver Island, but now that it’s settled they have moved to the interior…

Excerpt from the Times Colonist, Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, 26 Apr 1957,

You Are Wild..

“It’s time to break away from the myth that the wild is something exotic that exists somewhere else. It isn’t. We are all wild things…”

~Rewild.org

And here are some of their tips for you to start rewilding yourself…

learn the names of the trees you’re walking through.

Learn the types of bugs you’re walking on

Learn what is edible out in the forest.

Learn the wildlife in your area.

And finally my advice for wilders and squatchers… just sit quietly in a spot of the woods you enjoy and just listen…learn the noises of your favorite forest. The birds, the critters, the wind. If you want to find out if the noises you hear could be a bigfoot you should learn to rule out what the natural sounds are out there so you can debunk.

All of these tips are good for anyone that spends time out there. Bushcrafters, bigfoot researchers, hikers, birders and just nature enthusiasts alike.

Art by Jirka Houska-malby

Have an awesome rewilding Wednesday’

Go wild…

Here’s How To Watch Jacaranda Joe, A Long-Lost Short From The Late George A. Romero

I’m beyond excited for this short. I’m sure it’d amazing! Register to stream it for free on April 12th!

The short comes straight from the University of Pittsburgh’s collection of the late filmmaker’s work.
— Read on http://www.slashfilm.com/814145/heres-how-to-watch-jacaranda-joe-a-long-lost-short-from-the-late-george-a-romero/

Bigfoot in the News…Bigfoot Primer

. . . when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Sherlock Holmes In case you haven’t noticed, it is Bigfoot season again. When the rainy season ends and the cold fronts begin to move in, the Bigfoots emerge from hiding. Already this fall, mass Bigfoot sightings have begun in Florida: a Lakeland man shot one in the Green Swamp (it got away), an Apopka security guard was scratched by one at a nursery, a hitchhiker near Belleview saw one and the smell (not the Bigfoot) knocked him down. The Suncoast is no exception: this month five were seen near Brooksville (where more Bigfoots are sighted than anywhere else in Florida). They have been sighted near S.R. 583 in Safety Harbor, on the shores of the Pithlacoo-chee River, strolling along lonely Pasco County roadways, at Little Salt Springs south of Sarasota, thrashing about in a Venice wilderness, and crossing S.R. 476 up in Citrus County. Just last Thursday, Port Richey high school student David Humphrey was chased across the Bay Boulevard bridge by one. These are real Bigfoots, now, not the ones who will be appearing at your door tonight grunting “Trick or Treat.” You hope. One never knows for sure. That’s why we have thoroughly researched the Bigfoot phenomena to prepare a sort of Bigfoot primer to aid in distinguishing the actual abominables from the hirsute heathens. How do you know a Bigfoot is nearby? One always senses the presence of a Bigfoot before it appears. A severe feeling of nausea and fright will take hold one minute before a Bigfoot appears. The fright is understandable. A scale devised by Dr. Grover Krantz (physical anthropologist at Washington State University) puts the average Bigfoot at between seven and nine feet tall. It weighs between 500 and 1,000 pounds (a 12-footer weighs 2,350 pounds) with a 5.8-inch heel breadth and four-to-six foot stride. The nausea is advance warning of the worst case of B.O. you’ll ever encounter. How do Bigfoots smell? ” Bad. Real bad. So bad, that those who have been near Bigfoots have trouble describing the odor, most settling for a combination of the following: rotten meat, skunk, rotten eggs, moldy cheese, goat dung, and burnt sul- phur. Much traveled Bigfoot author Ivan Sanderson says the smell is ciose to that emitted by the “pygmies of the Ituri Forest of the Congo Uele” (and that we smell like “boiled rabbit” to Bigfoots). Suncoast Bigfoot spotter John Sohl says it is “like being downwind from the Toytown dump.” Charles Stoekman, whose Florida Keys home is constantly plagued by Bigfoots, claims they smell “like a dog that hasn’t been bathed in a year and suddenly gets rained on.” What don’t Bigfoots like? Rain. They like rivers and swimming pools, but nix on rain. When a Bigfoot gets rained upon, it shakes its arms vigorously until they are dry. Bigfoots do not like shotguns. A New Port Richey woman saw one in her backyard and threw a bag of garbage and a cooler filled with trash at the monster. It didn’t budge. Bigfoots love garbage. But when her husband emerged with a shotgun, it was long gone. When is one safe from Bigfoots? If it is raining or you are with someone owns a shotgun. What do Bigfoots like? Tricycles. Experts don’t know why but there have been numerous reports of Bigfoots walking off with trikes. They like to eat rats (which they squash before eating), decapitated racoons and ducks (which they . . . well, you get the picture), flour pancakes and frogs of any size. Bigfoots pull the tongues out of everything they eat. Experts feel they do this because they resent not having the power of speech. Bigfoots also like fire. What is the greatest ambition of a Bigfoot’s life? To start a fire. In fact, one way of tracking a Bigfoot is looking for the piles of branches and twigs it leaves. Try as it might, a Bigfoot cannot start a fire. What is an average day in the life of a Bigfoot like? Eating, trying to start fires, running from rain, searching for tricycles. What are some other interesting facts about Bigfoots? When more than one Bigfoot are together, they walk in order of size, tallest to shortest. Bigfoots are nocturnal, omnivorous, bury their dead and hide in trenches covered by branches and leaves. They are said to be direct descen-dents of Esau, whom the Bible describes as smelling like a “field of rotten potatoes.” Is Bigfoot known by any other name? Sasquateh (NW U.S.), Skunk Ape (SE U.S.), Yeti (Himalayas), Big-Unn (Pasco County), Yequi (Tibet), Sisimito (Honduras), Shookpa (Nepal), Jacko (Rocky Mountains), Mi-Go (Bhutan), Shiru (Andes) and Gin-Sung (Central China). What do Bigfoots look like? Massive shoulders. Body covered with dark hair. V-shaped chest. The bulk is equal to a six-foot human weighing between 300 and 400 pounds. The hands are wide with long palms, short fingers and thumbs nearly the same length as fingers. Forearms are long, biceps thick, hands reach to the knees. Bigfoots have a knot on the back, no neck and a small lump of a head which resembles the peaked hump of a yak. The face is hairless but not Neanderthal, as most think. The forehead slopes only slightly, the nose is pugged with nostrils flowing into the upper lip and there is a tuft of thick hair running across the forehead. Eyes are glowing and cat-like and have been described as both hot pink and yellow. How does Bigfoot sound? The call of the Bigfoot is a high-pitched shrill bark, 10 times louder than a dog, like a coach’s whistle blown in a tunnel and amplified. It is said that baby Bigfoots are born with the sense of language but lose it by maturity since there is no one else to talk to. There are only two Bigfoot words on record “hu hu,” and “ook.” Why is it called Bigfoot? Because its feet are at least 17-inches long, calloused on the edges, have short metatarsels, an equal row of straight toes (slightly webbed), wide heels and double balls. Young Bigfoots have arched feet; older ones are flatfooted. The footprint is 3-6 times deeper than a man’s. Bigfoots often have deformed right feet, although experts cannot figure out why. What should you do if you see a Bigfoot tonight? Put a tricycle in its “hu-hu or ook” bag and Bigfoot will leave you alone.

Article from The Tampa Bay Sun from October 77

Has anyone seen Bigfoot in person?

“Let me further clarify what I’m asking.
Has anyone had an encounter that left them with zero doubt?
I’m not talking “What’s that down the hill? Is that a bear?
It’s big whatever it is.”
I’m talking about turning the bend on a trail through the woods and you come face to face with a Bigfoot.
Zero doubt encounters
?”

When I went to Reddit to catch up on the latest on r/bigfoot this morning, I saw the heading for this post and loved it! But what does it mean? What is it really saying? Well I think he/she is saying that they want to hear about your sighting, not what you think you saw, but bigfoot standing in front of you, stealing your sandwich and crushing your camera.

Well maybe not all of that. But when we are logging in these sightings or writing about them in a blog, or hearing one million a week on a podcast, should we have on, or count the ones that people are saying the think it’s a bigfoot. Should we make sure we only report on the ones that have been investigated? Coordinates, clear photo, exact descriptions, etc? Are we really doing good reporting, by sharing all the more vague ones?

The amount of sightings coming weekly is an insane amount. For those who take sighting reports how many are you getting weekly? Where is Squatchermetrics when I need them? I don’t have exact numbers but a hell of a lot should cover it. And with so many reports coming in now maybe I/we should scrutinize and investigate them a bit more than we already do…

But, all of that is a topic for another day.

Back to Reddit…

The question did get answered and here are a few of those answers…

I haven’t seen a Bigfoot but I am a huge believer, but my boyfriend never believed or even cared to watch anythingBigfoot related with me but a couple nights ago he wasworking late and on his way back home and he happenedto be driving down a road around 11 or 12 that night and he saw something that he couldn’t explain. He was absolutely frightened and terrified, he explained that
when he was driving he saw something cross the road into a wooded area and he got up close to the area wherehe saw it cross he saw something about 7 ft tall darkbrown with broad shoulders and a very thick neck. He is very sure that he saw a Bigfoot and I asked him could it be a bear and he said no because he watched it walk on 2 legs across the road and through the wooded area and he
could see the shoulders of the creature. He was never interested before in any of the Bigfoot related things I would watch but lately he has been asking me questions about them and looking at pictures of them and comparing what he saw that night. I have never seen him really shaken by anything before but whatever he saw has changed his view on bigfoot. It’s been almost a week and he has nightmare about what he seen that night, a couple
days ago he woke in the middle of night in sweats and explaining that every-time he closes his eyes he sees the creature in his dreams. I don’t doubt his experience at all and honestly I am a little jealous that he got to witness one lol. He doesn’t know that I am sharing his experience because he doesn’t want any mocking him and his experience. I asked him did he happen to take a picture of it and he said that it was last thing on his mind because he didn’t wanna be anywhere near it or even get close to it. We live in Georgia and I have looked at reports from Georgia and reports close to where he saw it, I wanted to report his experience on a Bigfoot website but he doesn’t want his experience out there or have his name attached to it so this is as close as I’m willing to report it. He is absolutely sure that what he saw was a Bigfoot and I
100% believe him.

Enough people have had a “zero-doubt” encounter that there are catalogs and databases and books published of interviews of witnesses. The catalogs of records of interviews of witnesses are obviously not inclusive of every witness. The unmistakable visual encounters are typically very brief, lasting only a few seconds, and most people are in a state of stunned shock about what they are seeing. That’s the best explanation I have for why there are still no (or very few) good camera-phone based videos or
pictures. In the time it takes one to get out a phone and open the camera app, the sighting may be over, and it’s difficult to pull your eyes away, let alone have the presence of mind to take a picture. The closer and clearer the subject, the more shocking, or even terrifying, it is. That being said the animal that I saw in Georgia was very similiar to the PG footage. The huge frame and athletic looking build. The most notable difference from the two would have been the hair color. In the PG footage to me it seems like she has a darker brown or almost black color hair. The creature I saw (under the headlights) appeared to be more of a lighter brown or medium brown color but same length (like 3 or 4 inches). This probably doesn’t help but honestly it looked to me like your storybook sasquatch … like something you’d see on a movie poster. It really was spot on.
It seems logical that there would be some variation in color with the change in geography/topography or one could raise the point that the Southeastern US and Pacific Northwest bigfoots are subspecies of
one another. One thing i can say with certainty is that it was not anything like the skunk Ape /more like giant traditional Ape accounts I have heard from down in Florida and other wetland/swamp areas. It also definitely wasnt any dogman type thing lol. However, I will say it does not rule out the legitimacy of those claims (however skeptical one might be). The particular area of the state I was in was large rolling hills (small mountains), pipelines, state management areas, pine tree forests, red clay, and creeks/lakes. More of a similar environment to what is in the Northwest as opposed to swampy coastal Georgia. Looking back one thing I wish I would have focused more on or observed better were the eyes. It seems like every account seems to change with regard to the eye characteristics and color.”

“My son saw a 9ft tall creature he described as looking like a Neanderthal staring at him through our cabin window on our property in southeast Oklahoma in the Ouachita mountains. He wasn’t a believer in Sasquatch and he still questions what the heck he saw. This happened about 4
wks ago.”

I think if you’re looking to be convinced that they exist then you’ll probably have to see one for yourself [unless water-tight evidence emerges]. But anyone prepared to give the circumstantial evidence a fair hearing has to come to the conclusion that people are repeatedly seeing
them. The real question isn’t really ‘do they exist’ so much as “what are they?’
ETA: I don’t know they exist as I’ve never seen one. One problem for many seems to be dealing with the paradigm shift that results from either a ‘zero doubts encounter’ or accepting that they’re real [even if you haven’t seen one]. If you know/accept that they’re real then the world becomest a very different place, IMO.”

And here is the link to the original post so you can follow it..

https://www.reddit.com/r/bigfoot/comments/thhvyj/has_anyone_seen_bigfoot_in_person/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

Missouri Family Claims Bigfoot Ate their Leftovers

Of all the Bigfoot encounters I’ve shared, this might be the most unique. As a Missouri man tells it, a Bigfoot ate his family’s leftovers. This will require some explaining.
— Read on wkdq.com/missouri-family-claims-bigfoot-ate-their-leftovers/

Throat Singing for Bigfoot…

https://www.reddit.com/r/bigfoot/comments/tgkfw3/bigfoot_on_tiktok_no_seriously/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

This was an interesting post from Reddit. You know I’ve never been fond of the yelling and knocking technique, my technique has always been to enter the woods passively.

But what about throat singing to communicate. It’s less aggressive and more mesmerizing I would think.

By the early 21st century, throat-singing was once again used to lull babies to sleep, lure wild and semidomesticated animals, help gain the favour of the spirit of the place, and summon shamanic spirits and Buddhist gods.. . -Brittanica

If throat singing can lure semi domesticated animals in, what about a bigfoot. Would this be more passive and pleasing to them?


“The primatologists at the University of St. Andrews discovered that wild gibbons in Thailand have developed a unique song as a natural defense to predators. Literally singing for survival, the gibbons appear to use the song not just to warn their own group members, but those in neighbouring areas.”—Science Daily

https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2006/12/061221074623.htm

If primates can throat sing and humans can throat sing maybe we can break some communication barriers with this technique.

We’ve all heard Sierra Sounds, we know the communication they use there is something we can’t mimic…but what about throat singing as an in between?

https://youtu.be/VGfIIjN-P7o

It was a great Reddit post. And who knows? Get the right singer at the right location and maybe we’ll get lucky?

Have an awesome Friday everyone!

Werewolf Wednesday…

𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔…
The idea of a being, half wolf, half man, and possessing also many demoniacal attributes, is a very curious piece of old-world superstition still to be found in very many European countries , and strengthened, no doubt, by the discovery, at times, of children who have been carried off and cared for by wolves who preferred the role of foster-mother to that of devourer —an occurrence of which there are frequent proofs on record. The wild and howling night winds, the Maruts that gave name to our too familiar nightmare, may have given the first notion of demon wolves to the trembling listener as they passed shrieking by his solitary tent or hut. As the transition of thought by which the spirit-wolf and the human form became amalgamated is easily imagined. There appears to be plenty of evidence that, at different times, a form of madness has broken out by which individuals have fancied themselves to be turned into wolves. Burton, in his ” Anatomy of Melancholy,” desoribes this disease, which he calls Lycanthropia, as ” when men run howling about graves and fields in the night, and will not be dissuaded ,that they are not wolves or some such beasts.”
-Manchester Courier, October 20, 1883

Happy Werewolf Wednesday!