Here is the second story of Thom Cantrall's encounters with Sasquatch.
Who Is Sasquatch?
By
Thom Cantrall
Olympic Peninsula October, 1977
He was large, over eight feet tall and easily weighed six-hundred pounds… he was covered with long, dark hair. His massive head seemed to sit directly on his broad shoulders with little or no neck between. Oversized crystal-brown eyes surveyed me diligently as I stood transfixed. We watched each other at a range of less than twenty-five feet with my mind cataloging all I was seeing even while my brain was telling me this was an impossibility. “This creature does not exist and anyone who states otherwise is either lying, perpetrating a hoax or is misidentifying what they are seeing,” the so-called expert had said with authority.
Well, at this moment, deep in the swampy morass known as the Dickey River country, I wished fervently that I had this “expert” with me. I was over two miles from the nearest road and more than a mile from anything that could be considered even a ghost of a trail on a trek that no one other than my partner knew I was taking. My partner was nowhere within reach. He was probably sitting in my truck on the road eating my sandwich and drinking my coffee. One thing I knew for a fact. He was not going to be anywhere near this far from a soft seat and dry cab. I knew that no one was going to know anything of what I was seeing except I tell them.
I was here in the capacity of a Forest Engineer to do a bridge site survey for a local timber company who planned to build a road into this stretch of virgin timber. As that road crossed a salmon spawning stream, a hydraulics permit was going to be required to satisfy the requirements of the state in order to obtain the necessary permits to build this road. A bridge site survey involves measuring the size, width and depth of the stream as well as the soil types that are found. In short, everything that will go into the design and construction of the bridge and adjacent road was to be enumerated and recorded.
Sasquatch… Bigfoot… Swamp Ape… Yeti… they were the same creature and they did not exist. I was told so by experts… So, why was something that does not exist standing there watching me so intently? Didn’t he know he was an imaginary creature… a myth? This was evidently not true, for he began to move slowly away from me. He was walking upright, just as I do. He began a slow retreat towards the nearby timber and away from the berries he had been feeding on when I first spotted him. He did not totter in a lumbering fashion as a bear does when he walks on his hind legs but walked smoothly with a strange little hitch in his gait. In abject awe, I watched as he walked surely and directly to the heavy cover. As he went, he turned occasionally without stopping to assess my actions. He need not have worried for I was not moving from where I stood. It was as if I had taken root on that spot.
This encounter etched itself into my brain as I realized that this was probably what that expert called panic hysteria induced by some event in my childhood that caused me to hallucinate and think I actually was seeing what my eyes were recording… but, why wasn’t that expert here? In fact, I wondered if that expert had ever been here… or any similar place anywhere in North America? Somehow, I don’t really believe he had been.
When this creature of my imagination disappeared into the darkness of the timber I stood and watched as his image seemed to be burned into my retina. When a few minutes had passed and this after-image abated, I decided to see if I had actually been hallucinating and moved to where he had been eating berries. Unfortunately for my reasonable expert, the first things I saw were tracks… large, wide tracks there in the soft ground. Five toe prints were clearly visible and from heel to toe, the track measured seventeen inches in length and was approximately five and one-quarter inches in breadth across the ball of the foot. It tapered to a width of about two and three-quarters at the heel. I could see a series of his tracks between where I now stood and the timber across the way. The first thing that struck me was the length of the creature’s stride.
I was a Forest Engineer and, as such, had taught myself to walk with a measured pace. I was able to measure long distances by pacing and be accurate within fifty feet in a mile. I had done so many times, often to the amazement of my partner. My pace, left foot then right was exactly five feet. I could maintain this pace accurately uphill and down.
Using my calibrated paces, I carefully measured the stride of my visitor and found his pace, from the heel of his right foot to the left and back to the heel of the right again was within two of my paces or over nine feet and below ten feet. As I had watched the creature walk away, I knew he had not been alarmed and was not running, but merely walking steadily on his way.
The last measurement I wanted was the depth or his footprint in the soft ground as it compared to my own. I knew that my shorter, narrower foot should penetrate deeper than his long, broad feet. To test my hypothesis, I removed my boots and socks and walked as he did over the same ground, just being careful not to obliterate his tracks. I was amazed that my foot did not sink deeper nor, interestingly enough, did his sink deeper than my own. In fact, we made very similar tracks separated only by size. Both showed the balls of our feet, five distinct toes, a marked arch and a round heel. The only real difference was in the fact that he seemed to place his foot more evenly on the ground than did I, not rolling from heel to toe as I did in my paces.
As I sat and replaced my boots, it struck me to measure my foot and compare that to that of my non-existent visitor. When I did so, I made what was, to me, a startling discovery. I computed my foot to have covered approximately thirty square inches. And, since I weighed two-hundred-twenty-five pounds fully dressed at that time, I was exerting approximately seven point five pounds per square inch of pressure on the ground. When I measured my imaginary guest’s footprint, I judged it to be approximately eighty square inches and, while I did not know exactly what he weighed, as he didn’t seem prone to staying around while I found a set of scales, but I could estimate the weight of cattle quite accurately and I felt I could be just as accurate with this myth. When I divided my estimated weight of six-hundred pounds by the eighty square inches of his foot print, I came up with an identical seven point five pounds per square inch! No wonder we sank so nearly the same in the ground, we were exerting virtually the same pressure per square inch on it as we walked.
Armed with all this data, I continued on to complete my bridge site survey and began my hike back towards my truck… When I arrived, I was right… my lunch had been ravaged and my partner was sleeping contentedly in his corner of the truck.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Encounters with Thom Cantrall
While in Oregon, I was fortunate enough to meet the author and sasquatch witness, Thom Cantrall.
Thom has graciously agreed to allow me to share stories with you of his encounters.
I will present these in a series, posting a new story every day. Please enjoy.
Winter’s Wonderland
By
Thom Cantrall
First off, let me say that I am pretty much a “live and let live: kind of guy. This is especially true of God’s small creatures. If I am out hiking and happen upon a rattlesnake, I’ll simply back up, tip my hat to him and wish him happy hunting. The fact that for the next hour or so I jump about a foot off the ground if even a small branch should happen to snap against my leg in no way compromises my calm demeanor in these matters. It’s simply that in some things
what the brain knows logically is not necessarily retransmitted to the reactive nervous system, let alone to the feet and legs that cause these leaps of unfaith.
Probably the worst case of this “Induced Reaction Syndrome” as I like to call it occurred in a good friend of mine who is now passed on. This latter fact making it much safer to relate the tale as it occurred without fear of reprisals or at least, a swift kick to the posterior.
Frank and I had decided to take advantage of the late elk season on the very north end of Washington’s Olympic Peninsula. The weather was ideal for this January outing… snow, snow and more snow. It snowed all day the day of our evening departure from our Port Townsend area homes. By the time our gear was loaded, the trailer attached and we were on our way, there was more than a foot of fresh, white tracking snow on the ground with more on the way. Frank, being from Missouri and unaccustomed to the rigors of tracking elk while ploughing through hip-deep snow, was positively jubilant at the prospect.
Throughout our four hour drive to the Hoko River country, normally about a two hour drive, sans snow, he regaled me with tales of his misspent younger years in the “Show Me” State. If I were believe one-tenth of the antics he related to be “gospel true”, his companions had to have had intellects such that, by comparison, an earthworm would be considered an over-achiever and a cucumber could graduate high school with honors. Some of these tales made Paul Bunyan and his Blue Ox, Babe, seem absolutely plausible by comparison. All in all, though, it was a delightful drive through falling snow with Nirvana waiting for us at the end of our trek.
It was fully dark by the time we arrived at our planned destination, the end of a logging road that led to two clearcuts, one freshly logged and the other about three years old, affording perfect feed for many head of deer and elk. This little road wound its way up the mountain a mile (1500 m) or so to the older unit, then on through standing timber to the freshly logged unit at the end of the road. My original plan had called for us to drive in on this road past the first unit to a wide spot by a small stream where we would set up our trailer. Clallam County Road Dept., being reluctant to expend time and effort clearing private logging roads, forced us to alter these plans and camp just off the paved road, blocking all access to the snow-choked logging road. After setting up camp which, for us, consisted of unhitching the trailer, making it somewhat level fore and aft, turning on the gas and lighting the pilot lights on the stoves and refrigerator, the work of about twelve minutes flat, we retired for the night.
I should note at this point that the reason for choosing this particular area was that a good friend of mine had logged that back unit and had seen elk nearly every day feeding in the front unit just at daylight. Our plan was to be in that unit just above the Hoko Road well before first light and see if we couldn’t ambush one of the big Roosevelt Elk that live there. To that end, we were up well before daylight, had a bite to eat and were headed up the road, climbing the mountain in the diminishing snowfall. Just about the time we were leaving camp, our bowstrings safely tucked into an inside pocket where they would stay warm, dry and serviceable, the falling snow changed to rain. It was not a heavy downpour like that ultra-wet country is capable of generating, but a soft, steady drizzle. It soaked everything… Snow… Trees…. Hunters….
On and on we slogged through the white expanse, climbing the steep grade that led to our goal. Although there was no moon out, the glow off the now melting snow afforded us ample light to see into the dark night without the use of flashlights. Careful we were to not get off the edge of the roadway for a fall into the adjacent canyon in the gloom of night could prove fatal. We were reluctant to show any light lest it be visible ahead of us and into the clearcut.
About thirty minutes before dawn, we reached the edge of the clearcut and decided to wait there where we could see the entire unit and await daylight. There were no tracks on the road, but we had expected none as we had the end of that road blockaded by our camp. The light, steady drizzle was doing its very best to work up into a full-blown downpour and the temperature had risen to well above freezing. That alone would make any tracks encountered to be very recent, indeed. In fact, I don’t believe a track in the open would be at all crisp and delineated after as little as a half-hour in these conditions.
Slowly, the skies began to grow brighter with the promise of a new day, a new creation, even. Stumps began to emerge from the black of night to belie Frank’s profound belief that they were a herd of elk feeding in the pre-dawn air. Just as one particularly majestic six-point bull disintegrated into its component parts consisting of a very nice Western Hemlock stump, a short length of cull log left as useless by the loggers and now sticking out of the snow at just the right angle to make a beautiful elk body topped with an advantageously placed branch pointing skyward in just the right place.
While watching the disintegration of the nice bull, a deer came off the bank behind us and walked slowly and quietly between Frank and I at a range from me of less than thirty feet (10 m). It was as if this deer knew that his season was closed and, hence, he was safe. More likely, the heavy air and falling rain did not allow our scent to travel far and I doubt he ever knew either of us was there.
He was not a large buck, merely a forked-horn, probably a two-year-old that weighed not more than a hundred pounds (45 kg) soaking wet, which he certainly was, along with everything else in these environs. These Columbian Blacktail Deer are not large deer under the best of circumstances and this particular animal was a youngster to boot. Slowly and cautiously he ventured step by precarious step past us and into the snow covered brush that was the clearcut. He was being extra cautious in his trek. I assumed then it was because of the poor conditions. Many times I have seen animals in similar diminished conditions behave in a like manner. When scenting and hearing conditions deteriorate, they become ultra-wary and extremely reluctant to trust their usually keen senses. Often they will lay up tight and not move until conditions improve for them.
When this little buck had placed enough distance between us that he was beginning to blend in with the stumps, he suddenly came to a stop, his head up, his ears erect as he stared into the darkness before him. What he was seeing, I had no clue. But, seeing something he certainly was. As he peered intently before him, he slowly raised one front foot then quickly stomped the snowy ground before him while emitting a quick snort through his nose. This is a behavior I have observed many, many times when a deer has spotted something out of place before him, but cannot decipher what he is seeing. Personally, I believe it to be one of two things… either it is an attempt to get whatever it is seeing to move, the easier to identify it… or, it is a warning to other deer in the area that something is amiss. This would be similar to the stotting of the Mule Deer, the stiff-legged bounce that can be heard for a considerable distance, putting every deer around to flight. Perhaps it is a combination of the two, but whatever it is, it was effective in this case as there came a “woof” out of the night sounding like, but not precisely the same as the huffing of a bear as he feeds his way among the rotted logs and such. I heard it quite clearly and I have heard the wuffing of many bears and the point must be made that, while it was reminiscent of that, it was not that! It was enough different that I immediately shot straight up off my stump/seat. The deer, too, was alarmed as he wheeled quickly and sped back towards us, passing so close that Frank had to dive behind a stump into the snow to avoid being hit by the escaping deer.
Frank hurried over to my position as fast as he could negotiate the snow. “What in Holy Hell was that?” he yelled loudly with his eyes approximately the size of dinner plates.
“Shush,” I admonished him. “I don’t know what it was, but I do know that deer didn’t like it, so I think we should stay right where we are. It will be light enough to see within the next thirty to forty minutes to possibly an hour, depending on the density of the cloud cover. We can see what’s up then.
Reluctantly, Frank retraced his steps to his stump and resumed his vigil. It was a vigil, he later related to me, “that took so damn long that I was sure I’d have a beard down to my belt line before it ever got light!”
When light covered the land sufficiently, I whistled to him to come to my position. When he got there approximately one and a half seconds later, I was moved to ask if he had been shot there by a large rubber band. Frank was shaken, I could see that. It was so much so that I asked him if he wanted to go back to the trailer. His head bobbing up and down so hard that I thought his wool stocking cap was going to shoot right off his head told me that he’d done about all the hunting he was up for on this morning. I told him to just follow the road right back down the mountain and he’d run right into camp.
“You’re not coming?” he asked plaintively.
“Oh, heavens no,” I answered. “I came out her to arrow an elk and the conditions are almost perfect for hunting, so I’ll be danged if I’ll quit now. Besides, I want to find the tracks and see what it was that made that sound.”
“Damn it, Thom,” he pleaded, “don’t do that! It’s just too spooky. Let’s go back to camp now.”
“Go ahead, Frank,” I suggested, gesturing down the trail, “but I’m going on. There are elk here. I’ve caught their odor a few times this morning and I want one.”
With that, I simply turned and started walking up the road, intending to cross the cutting unit and then glass it from the far side. Also, if my deductions were correct, whatever had made that noise should have crossed the road either coming or going. I was a bit amused to hear a thoroughly exasperated Frank immediately behind me… so close that if I’d have reached into my hip pocket for a handkerchief, I’d have shaken hands with Frank!
We had moved less than a quarter-mile (400 m) further into the snowy expanse when I spotted something on top of the snow just ahead. As I made my way to it, I wondered what it could be. What I discovered amazed even me. What had caught my eye was fresh mud on top of the snow. And, what had been the source of the fresh mud were fresh tracks in the snow… Humanoid tracks… approximately seventeen inches (43 cm) long and a third to a half as wide. The distinct impression of five very human-like toes so clearly defined told me that these tracks were no more than an hour old, probably less.
Investigation told the story. This humanoid creature was carrying/dragging something with him. The hairs I found indicated it was, most likely, a deer. At the base of the fill over the culvert at the intersection of his trail with the road, he had stepped into a muddy spot, sinking deeply into the slushy muck found there. Obviously, he had stopped on reaching the level surface of the road, placed his burden on the ground and had taken time to clean some of the mud from his lower body. It was this mud he had cleaned off himself that had drawn my eye. He then recovered his load and, stepping off the road, continued on to the south from that point. His stride was tremendous, nearly twice mine and I am six feet four inches (193 cm) tall and cursed by those that hike with me for my long strides. Yet, mine were as a child’s when compared to his.
I had been talking softly to myself while working out this scenario as is my wont at such times. Finally, satisfied that I knew all there was to know about this, I turned to Frank. The specter that greeted me was absolutely hilarious and told me that he, too, had a good idea what had transpired here. He was as white as the snow itself. His mouth was opening and closing seemingly of its own volition, with no discernable effort on his part. Poor Frank looked very much like he was trying to articulate great words and thoughts but nothing was coming out. It was as if his mouth had been disconnected from the rest of his being and was left on its own. The poor guy looked very much like a goldfish without the bowl! I’m sorry now that I did it. At the time I had no real choice… it was all I could do… I laughed… Oh, how I did laugh. My sides hurt and my eyes ran with tears. It is a small wonder that I did not wet my pants, such was my laughter… I was totally beyond control. I have never in my life, before or since, seen such a sight.
When I finally calmed enough to control my mirth, I said, “Well, Bud, there is the source of our “woof” from earlier.”
He just looked at me, his eyes wide. Finally, at long last, he found words and uttered a shaky, “I-is t-t-that what I t-think it is?”
“Yes,” I responded with a grin, “It certainly is! Exciting, isn’t it?”
With a look of sheer dread in his eyes, telling me he knew the answer to his question before he asked it, he said quietly, “Can we go now?”
I explained to him that he was free to go if he wished, but I was following those tracks. I simply wanted to learn more and this was the closest I had ever been to one of these creatures. I was not about to lose this opportunity. I had him close and had perfect tracking conditions. This was my best opportunity to get much closer to the creature we knew as Sasquatch. While this news did not seem to rank among the top ten things Frank wanted to hear just then, he was not about to go off by himself any time soon, so I was blessed with a partner in my quest… at least for the near future.
As I could see the direction of our creature’s travel led back to the standing timber very near the point where our road entered that timber, I chose to follow the road to that point, intending to leave the road there and enter the dark timber on his track and see where it took us.
One positive aspect of this state of affairs, I suppose, was that at no time did I ever have to wonder where Frank was or to where he had wandered. I don’t believe he was ever more that six feet (2 m) from me and this was on wide open ground. It was to be expected then, I guess, that when I stopped suddenly he would ram me from behind.
This is precisely what happened when, just at the edge of the timber, I spotted a cougar track and stopped to point it out to Frank. In retrospect, I probably should not have further burdened his already over-taxed central nervous system with this rare and chance find. He did not take the news well. I never thought, however, it would cause the reaction that followed for the track was hours old… only still there because it was back under the protection of the canopy of snow-laden trees, safe there in a pocket away from the falling water. Already, nearly all of its mates were gone. A few were mere smudges in the snow, recognizable for what they were only because of the presence of that one clear print. As I started to explain to Frank, this was a younger cat, not yet full grown… probably just on its own away from its mother.
All this logic and calm thinking was lost on poor Frank. That the track was many hours old did not even register in his over-fevered mind. All he could do was begin muttering, “GET me out of here…Get me OUT of here… Get me out of HERE…” The volume rising with each iteration, of which there were at least ten.
At this point with a half-crazed man in my care, I had no choice but to abandon my search and see to Frank. Besides, by now, he was shouting at the top of his lung capacity, causing snow to fall from the branches of the trees around us. He had obviously reached the limit of his endurance. To continue further could have been dangerous, if not to me, at least to him.
“OK, Frank,” I smiled calmingly at him, “let’s head on out. You stay close behind me (some of the most superfluous instructions ever uttered… somewhat akin to ‘take cover’ on December Seventh in Pearl Harbor…) and we’ll head back for breakfast. I think every critter within five miles (8 km) knows exactly what and where we are after that outburst.
By this time it had rained sufficiently that the snow load on the brush and trees was beginning to slip off, allowing the weighted down shrubs to spring back to their “pre-snow” positions. Each time this happened there was the sound the snow falling off and the whoosh of the branch popping up. This is what triggered that involuntary reaction in poor, overwrought Frank… With each release, he would utter a loud, sharp yelp… somewhat like what one would hear upon inadvertently stepping on the tail of small dog… and he’d jump straight into the air while simultaneously executing a perfect 360 degree spin while airborne.
“At least,” I smiled to myself and thought silently, reluctant to share negative thoughts concerning his demeanor with Frank just now, “I don’t have to worry about anything sneaking up on us from behind!”
Thom has graciously agreed to allow me to share stories with you of his encounters.
I will present these in a series, posting a new story every day. Please enjoy.
Winter’s Wonderland
By
Thom Cantrall
First off, let me say that I am pretty much a “live and let live: kind of guy. This is especially true of God’s small creatures. If I am out hiking and happen upon a rattlesnake, I’ll simply back up, tip my hat to him and wish him happy hunting. The fact that for the next hour or so I jump about a foot off the ground if even a small branch should happen to snap against my leg in no way compromises my calm demeanor in these matters. It’s simply that in some things
what the brain knows logically is not necessarily retransmitted to the reactive nervous system, let alone to the feet and legs that cause these leaps of unfaith.
Probably the worst case of this “Induced Reaction Syndrome” as I like to call it occurred in a good friend of mine who is now passed on. This latter fact making it much safer to relate the tale as it occurred without fear of reprisals or at least, a swift kick to the posterior.
Frank and I had decided to take advantage of the late elk season on the very north end of Washington’s Olympic Peninsula. The weather was ideal for this January outing… snow, snow and more snow. It snowed all day the day of our evening departure from our Port Townsend area homes. By the time our gear was loaded, the trailer attached and we were on our way, there was more than a foot of fresh, white tracking snow on the ground with more on the way. Frank, being from Missouri and unaccustomed to the rigors of tracking elk while ploughing through hip-deep snow, was positively jubilant at the prospect.
Throughout our four hour drive to the Hoko River country, normally about a two hour drive, sans snow, he regaled me with tales of his misspent younger years in the “Show Me” State. If I were believe one-tenth of the antics he related to be “gospel true”, his companions had to have had intellects such that, by comparison, an earthworm would be considered an over-achiever and a cucumber could graduate high school with honors. Some of these tales made Paul Bunyan and his Blue Ox, Babe, seem absolutely plausible by comparison. All in all, though, it was a delightful drive through falling snow with Nirvana waiting for us at the end of our trek.
It was fully dark by the time we arrived at our planned destination, the end of a logging road that led to two clearcuts, one freshly logged and the other about three years old, affording perfect feed for many head of deer and elk. This little road wound its way up the mountain a mile (1500 m) or so to the older unit, then on through standing timber to the freshly logged unit at the end of the road. My original plan had called for us to drive in on this road past the first unit to a wide spot by a small stream where we would set up our trailer. Clallam County Road Dept., being reluctant to expend time and effort clearing private logging roads, forced us to alter these plans and camp just off the paved road, blocking all access to the snow-choked logging road. After setting up camp which, for us, consisted of unhitching the trailer, making it somewhat level fore and aft, turning on the gas and lighting the pilot lights on the stoves and refrigerator, the work of about twelve minutes flat, we retired for the night.
I should note at this point that the reason for choosing this particular area was that a good friend of mine had logged that back unit and had seen elk nearly every day feeding in the front unit just at daylight. Our plan was to be in that unit just above the Hoko Road well before first light and see if we couldn’t ambush one of the big Roosevelt Elk that live there. To that end, we were up well before daylight, had a bite to eat and were headed up the road, climbing the mountain in the diminishing snowfall. Just about the time we were leaving camp, our bowstrings safely tucked into an inside pocket where they would stay warm, dry and serviceable, the falling snow changed to rain. It was not a heavy downpour like that ultra-wet country is capable of generating, but a soft, steady drizzle. It soaked everything… Snow… Trees…. Hunters….
On and on we slogged through the white expanse, climbing the steep grade that led to our goal. Although there was no moon out, the glow off the now melting snow afforded us ample light to see into the dark night without the use of flashlights. Careful we were to not get off the edge of the roadway for a fall into the adjacent canyon in the gloom of night could prove fatal. We were reluctant to show any light lest it be visible ahead of us and into the clearcut.
About thirty minutes before dawn, we reached the edge of the clearcut and decided to wait there where we could see the entire unit and await daylight. There were no tracks on the road, but we had expected none as we had the end of that road blockaded by our camp. The light, steady drizzle was doing its very best to work up into a full-blown downpour and the temperature had risen to well above freezing. That alone would make any tracks encountered to be very recent, indeed. In fact, I don’t believe a track in the open would be at all crisp and delineated after as little as a half-hour in these conditions.
Slowly, the skies began to grow brighter with the promise of a new day, a new creation, even. Stumps began to emerge from the black of night to belie Frank’s profound belief that they were a herd of elk feeding in the pre-dawn air. Just as one particularly majestic six-point bull disintegrated into its component parts consisting of a very nice Western Hemlock stump, a short length of cull log left as useless by the loggers and now sticking out of the snow at just the right angle to make a beautiful elk body topped with an advantageously placed branch pointing skyward in just the right place.
While watching the disintegration of the nice bull, a deer came off the bank behind us and walked slowly and quietly between Frank and I at a range from me of less than thirty feet (10 m). It was as if this deer knew that his season was closed and, hence, he was safe. More likely, the heavy air and falling rain did not allow our scent to travel far and I doubt he ever knew either of us was there.
He was not a large buck, merely a forked-horn, probably a two-year-old that weighed not more than a hundred pounds (45 kg) soaking wet, which he certainly was, along with everything else in these environs. These Columbian Blacktail Deer are not large deer under the best of circumstances and this particular animal was a youngster to boot. Slowly and cautiously he ventured step by precarious step past us and into the snow covered brush that was the clearcut. He was being extra cautious in his trek. I assumed then it was because of the poor conditions. Many times I have seen animals in similar diminished conditions behave in a like manner. When scenting and hearing conditions deteriorate, they become ultra-wary and extremely reluctant to trust their usually keen senses. Often they will lay up tight and not move until conditions improve for them.
When this little buck had placed enough distance between us that he was beginning to blend in with the stumps, he suddenly came to a stop, his head up, his ears erect as he stared into the darkness before him. What he was seeing, I had no clue. But, seeing something he certainly was. As he peered intently before him, he slowly raised one front foot then quickly stomped the snowy ground before him while emitting a quick snort through his nose. This is a behavior I have observed many, many times when a deer has spotted something out of place before him, but cannot decipher what he is seeing. Personally, I believe it to be one of two things… either it is an attempt to get whatever it is seeing to move, the easier to identify it… or, it is a warning to other deer in the area that something is amiss. This would be similar to the stotting of the Mule Deer, the stiff-legged bounce that can be heard for a considerable distance, putting every deer around to flight. Perhaps it is a combination of the two, but whatever it is, it was effective in this case as there came a “woof” out of the night sounding like, but not precisely the same as the huffing of a bear as he feeds his way among the rotted logs and such. I heard it quite clearly and I have heard the wuffing of many bears and the point must be made that, while it was reminiscent of that, it was not that! It was enough different that I immediately shot straight up off my stump/seat. The deer, too, was alarmed as he wheeled quickly and sped back towards us, passing so close that Frank had to dive behind a stump into the snow to avoid being hit by the escaping deer.
Frank hurried over to my position as fast as he could negotiate the snow. “What in Holy Hell was that?” he yelled loudly with his eyes approximately the size of dinner plates.
“Shush,” I admonished him. “I don’t know what it was, but I do know that deer didn’t like it, so I think we should stay right where we are. It will be light enough to see within the next thirty to forty minutes to possibly an hour, depending on the density of the cloud cover. We can see what’s up then.
Reluctantly, Frank retraced his steps to his stump and resumed his vigil. It was a vigil, he later related to me, “that took so damn long that I was sure I’d have a beard down to my belt line before it ever got light!”
When light covered the land sufficiently, I whistled to him to come to my position. When he got there approximately one and a half seconds later, I was moved to ask if he had been shot there by a large rubber band. Frank was shaken, I could see that. It was so much so that I asked him if he wanted to go back to the trailer. His head bobbing up and down so hard that I thought his wool stocking cap was going to shoot right off his head told me that he’d done about all the hunting he was up for on this morning. I told him to just follow the road right back down the mountain and he’d run right into camp.
“You’re not coming?” he asked plaintively.
“Oh, heavens no,” I answered. “I came out her to arrow an elk and the conditions are almost perfect for hunting, so I’ll be danged if I’ll quit now. Besides, I want to find the tracks and see what it was that made that sound.”
“Damn it, Thom,” he pleaded, “don’t do that! It’s just too spooky. Let’s go back to camp now.”
“Go ahead, Frank,” I suggested, gesturing down the trail, “but I’m going on. There are elk here. I’ve caught their odor a few times this morning and I want one.”
With that, I simply turned and started walking up the road, intending to cross the cutting unit and then glass it from the far side. Also, if my deductions were correct, whatever had made that noise should have crossed the road either coming or going. I was a bit amused to hear a thoroughly exasperated Frank immediately behind me… so close that if I’d have reached into my hip pocket for a handkerchief, I’d have shaken hands with Frank!
We had moved less than a quarter-mile (400 m) further into the snowy expanse when I spotted something on top of the snow just ahead. As I made my way to it, I wondered what it could be. What I discovered amazed even me. What had caught my eye was fresh mud on top of the snow. And, what had been the source of the fresh mud were fresh tracks in the snow… Humanoid tracks… approximately seventeen inches (43 cm) long and a third to a half as wide. The distinct impression of five very human-like toes so clearly defined told me that these tracks were no more than an hour old, probably less.
Investigation told the story. This humanoid creature was carrying/dragging something with him. The hairs I found indicated it was, most likely, a deer. At the base of the fill over the culvert at the intersection of his trail with the road, he had stepped into a muddy spot, sinking deeply into the slushy muck found there. Obviously, he had stopped on reaching the level surface of the road, placed his burden on the ground and had taken time to clean some of the mud from his lower body. It was this mud he had cleaned off himself that had drawn my eye. He then recovered his load and, stepping off the road, continued on to the south from that point. His stride was tremendous, nearly twice mine and I am six feet four inches (193 cm) tall and cursed by those that hike with me for my long strides. Yet, mine were as a child’s when compared to his.
I had been talking softly to myself while working out this scenario as is my wont at such times. Finally, satisfied that I knew all there was to know about this, I turned to Frank. The specter that greeted me was absolutely hilarious and told me that he, too, had a good idea what had transpired here. He was as white as the snow itself. His mouth was opening and closing seemingly of its own volition, with no discernable effort on his part. Poor Frank looked very much like he was trying to articulate great words and thoughts but nothing was coming out. It was as if his mouth had been disconnected from the rest of his being and was left on its own. The poor guy looked very much like a goldfish without the bowl! I’m sorry now that I did it. At the time I had no real choice… it was all I could do… I laughed… Oh, how I did laugh. My sides hurt and my eyes ran with tears. It is a small wonder that I did not wet my pants, such was my laughter… I was totally beyond control. I have never in my life, before or since, seen such a sight.
When I finally calmed enough to control my mirth, I said, “Well, Bud, there is the source of our “woof” from earlier.”
He just looked at me, his eyes wide. Finally, at long last, he found words and uttered a shaky, “I-is t-t-that what I t-think it is?”
“Yes,” I responded with a grin, “It certainly is! Exciting, isn’t it?”
With a look of sheer dread in his eyes, telling me he knew the answer to his question before he asked it, he said quietly, “Can we go now?”
I explained to him that he was free to go if he wished, but I was following those tracks. I simply wanted to learn more and this was the closest I had ever been to one of these creatures. I was not about to lose this opportunity. I had him close and had perfect tracking conditions. This was my best opportunity to get much closer to the creature we knew as Sasquatch. While this news did not seem to rank among the top ten things Frank wanted to hear just then, he was not about to go off by himself any time soon, so I was blessed with a partner in my quest… at least for the near future.
As I could see the direction of our creature’s travel led back to the standing timber very near the point where our road entered that timber, I chose to follow the road to that point, intending to leave the road there and enter the dark timber on his track and see where it took us.
One positive aspect of this state of affairs, I suppose, was that at no time did I ever have to wonder where Frank was or to where he had wandered. I don’t believe he was ever more that six feet (2 m) from me and this was on wide open ground. It was to be expected then, I guess, that when I stopped suddenly he would ram me from behind.
This is precisely what happened when, just at the edge of the timber, I spotted a cougar track and stopped to point it out to Frank. In retrospect, I probably should not have further burdened his already over-taxed central nervous system with this rare and chance find. He did not take the news well. I never thought, however, it would cause the reaction that followed for the track was hours old… only still there because it was back under the protection of the canopy of snow-laden trees, safe there in a pocket away from the falling water. Already, nearly all of its mates were gone. A few were mere smudges in the snow, recognizable for what they were only because of the presence of that one clear print. As I started to explain to Frank, this was a younger cat, not yet full grown… probably just on its own away from its mother.
All this logic and calm thinking was lost on poor Frank. That the track was many hours old did not even register in his over-fevered mind. All he could do was begin muttering, “GET me out of here…Get me OUT of here… Get me out of HERE…” The volume rising with each iteration, of which there were at least ten.
At this point with a half-crazed man in my care, I had no choice but to abandon my search and see to Frank. Besides, by now, he was shouting at the top of his lung capacity, causing snow to fall from the branches of the trees around us. He had obviously reached the limit of his endurance. To continue further could have been dangerous, if not to me, at least to him.
“OK, Frank,” I smiled calmingly at him, “let’s head on out. You stay close behind me (some of the most superfluous instructions ever uttered… somewhat akin to ‘take cover’ on December Seventh in Pearl Harbor…) and we’ll head back for breakfast. I think every critter within five miles (8 km) knows exactly what and where we are after that outburst.
By this time it had rained sufficiently that the snow load on the brush and trees was beginning to slip off, allowing the weighted down shrubs to spring back to their “pre-snow” positions. Each time this happened there was the sound the snow falling off and the whoosh of the branch popping up. This is what triggered that involuntary reaction in poor, overwrought Frank… With each release, he would utter a loud, sharp yelp… somewhat like what one would hear upon inadvertently stepping on the tail of small dog… and he’d jump straight into the air while simultaneously executing a perfect 360 degree spin while airborne.
“At least,” I smiled to myself and thought silently, reluctant to share negative thoughts concerning his demeanor with Frank just now, “I don’t have to worry about anything sneaking up on us from behind!”
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Friday, June 25, 2010
Open Message to The Bigfootery Enquirer
Hey Coward! I see you are still fascinated by everything I do!
First of all, it was karaoke at a bar! (OMG yes we were at a bar!) Not American Idol!
Yes there may have been a drink or two involved, but guess what? Your precious Autumn Williams was participating too!
I am sick of you and your cowardly ways! I bet if you ever revealed your true identity we would find lots of fault with you! BAD AND UGLY as well!
So now my crime is I weigh more and sing worse than Autumn Williams. What next?
I go to these events to socialize and bond with Bigfoot Enthusiasts all over the country.
I'm not claiming to be the next John Greene or Peter Byrne.
I'm just a girl living her life and not bothering anyone.
You should try it.
Oh, and I am sure this will send a rush of blood to your tiny penis, but yes, you managed to make me upset and cry. I know you aren't worth it, but just so you know, the things you say are hurtful and cause pain to others.
First of all, it was karaoke at a bar! (OMG yes we were at a bar!) Not American Idol!
Yes there may have been a drink or two involved, but guess what? Your precious Autumn Williams was participating too!
I am sick of you and your cowardly ways! I bet if you ever revealed your true identity we would find lots of fault with you! BAD AND UGLY as well!
So now my crime is I weigh more and sing worse than Autumn Williams. What next?
I go to these events to socialize and bond with Bigfoot Enthusiasts all over the country.
I'm not claiming to be the next John Greene or Peter Byrne.
I'm just a girl living her life and not bothering anyone.
You should try it.
Oh, and I am sure this will send a rush of blood to your tiny penis, but yes, you managed to make me upset and cry. I know you aren't worth it, but just so you know, the things you say are hurtful and cause pain to others.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Enoch
The story of Enoch, by Autumn Williams is a great read! From start to finish the reader becomes wrapped up in the world of Mike, who tells the story of his life to Autumn.
In the fall of 2009, Mike contacted Autumn and began to reveal to her his stories about life with Enoch, his comrade the Skunk Ape.
Mike tells Autumn about his life and distrust of humanity. He tells her that she is the only bigfoot "researcher/celebrity", that he can trust.
He shuns tree-knocking, trail cams and other futile research methods.
Autumn has never met "Mike" in person.
Autumn has spent the past 8 months listening to Mike's stories and ultimately, wrote and self-published her book, which was available for sale at the Oregon Sasquatch Symposium this past weekend.
One of two things is going to happen after all 4000 bigfoot enthusiasts who purchase bigfoot related books, finish reading.
If it is a true account, then it is the Holy Grail. Soon to be the Bible of Bigfoot research.
"If not true, it may be the best piece of Bigfoot fiction I have ever read."
Autumn plans to meet Mike in the fall. I wish her a safe and rewarding adventure.
Where is Billy Willard When You Need HIm?
Theories abound: Did Bigfoot crush roof of town manager’s car?
StarExponent.com
Staff Photo, Allison Brophy Champion
BIGFOOT WAS HERE? The top of a 2000 Ford Contour, used by Culpeper Town Manager Jeff Muzzy, was flattened last week. Culpeper Town Police are investigating the incident.
Allison Brophy Champion, abrophy@starexponent.com , (540) 825-0771 ext. 101
Published: June 22, 2010
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In an unconfirmed report, Bigfoot visited the town of Culpeper last week, leaving a massive dent on the top of the town manager’s work car.
On a more serious note, someone — or something — flattened the top of the 2000 Ford Contour as it sat parked in the lot at town hall.
Culpeper Town Manager Jeff Muzzy, contacted Monday, was at a loss as to what happened.
“It looks like something fell or jumped up and down on it for several minutes,” he said. “I do not think this is personal. In fact, I had not even thought of that as a possibility.”
Though the older model car is assigned to him for work use, Muzzy said he rarely drives it. Instead, the car is more often used by other town hall staff members, he said.
The car is parked farthest out from town hall and closest to Main Street — within a stone’s throw from 7-Eleven. It sits not far from the back entrance to the law offices of Monica Chernin as well.
The car is not identifiable as the town manager’s work car and is parked in a spot reserved, more generally, for town staff.
Muzzy said the town filed an insurance claim for the damage, but he doubted it would result in much money due to the vehicle’s age. The Contour, is still drivable, he said, and was away from its parking spot and in use Monday morning.
“To me, someone just wandered over there and said, ‘Boy, wouldn’t it be fun to jump on that car?’ I hate to even give them credit for it,” Muzzy said.
He acknowledged town staffers are still talking about the strange incident. Many theories — including the Bigfoot one — have been tossed around.
Or maybe it was a bear, some have jokingly speculated.
The damage was reported to police, and the incident is being investigated as vandalism.
StarExponent.com
Staff Photo, Allison Brophy Champion
BIGFOOT WAS HERE? The top of a 2000 Ford Contour, used by Culpeper Town Manager Jeff Muzzy, was flattened last week. Culpeper Town Police are investigating the incident.
Allison Brophy Champion, abrophy@starexponent.com , (540) 825-0771 ext. 101
Published: June 22, 2010
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nowBuzz up!
In an unconfirmed report, Bigfoot visited the town of Culpeper last week, leaving a massive dent on the top of the town manager’s work car.
On a more serious note, someone — or something — flattened the top of the 2000 Ford Contour as it sat parked in the lot at town hall.
Culpeper Town Manager Jeff Muzzy, contacted Monday, was at a loss as to what happened.
“It looks like something fell or jumped up and down on it for several minutes,” he said. “I do not think this is personal. In fact, I had not even thought of that as a possibility.”
Though the older model car is assigned to him for work use, Muzzy said he rarely drives it. Instead, the car is more often used by other town hall staff members, he said.
The car is parked farthest out from town hall and closest to Main Street — within a stone’s throw from 7-Eleven. It sits not far from the back entrance to the law offices of Monica Chernin as well.
The car is not identifiable as the town manager’s work car and is parked in a spot reserved, more generally, for town staff.
Muzzy said the town filed an insurance claim for the damage, but he doubted it would result in much money due to the vehicle’s age. The Contour, is still drivable, he said, and was away from its parking spot and in use Monday morning.
“To me, someone just wandered over there and said, ‘Boy, wouldn’t it be fun to jump on that car?’ I hate to even give them credit for it,” Muzzy said.
He acknowledged town staffers are still talking about the strange incident. Many theories — including the Bigfoot one — have been tossed around.
Or maybe it was a bear, some have jokingly speculated.
The damage was reported to police, and the incident is being investigated as vandalism.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Scientists may have found the great, great, great, etc., grandfather of the famous fossil Lucy. A new partial skeleton of an early hominid known as Australopithecus afarensis was discovered in a mud flat of the Afar region of Ethiopia. Dated about 3.6 million years ago, the find is about 400,000 years older than the famous Lucy, which was among the earliest upright walking hominids, researchers report in Tuesday's edition of Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences. The bones indicate this ancestor also walked upright, but was considerably larger than Lucy, who stood about 3.5 feet tall.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Sasquatch Phonetic Alphabet
On Sunday June 20th, R. Scott Nelson presented his findings from his 2+ years of research on the Sierra sound recordings obtained by Al Berry and Ron Morehead in the 1970's.
His presentation was delivered as an urgent plea for all researchers who have recorded audio of the vocalizations of what they suspect to be of a Sasquatch nature, to immediately begin deciphering their data by using the Sasquatch Phonetic Alphabet that he has created.
It is Mr. Nelson's belief that we will be able to learn so much more about the Bigfoot by learning their language rather than from footprint casts, hair samples or blurry photographs.
Scott Nelson retired from a successful career with the U.S. Navy as a crypto-linguist. He has many years of experience in deciphering and transcribing many conversations in foreign languages.
The following information has been cleared for publication and I will share it with you at this time.
Fm: R. Scott Nelson
To: Sasquatch Research Community
Re: Sasquatch Phonetic Alphabet (SPA) (attached)
Since I became involved in Sasquatch research a little over two years ago, I have received dozens of e-mails from around the country involving first-hand witness accounts, many containing recorded audio files, of perceived Sasquatch Language. Virtually all of these have included an attempt to spell out Sasquatch “words” using Standard English. This is of little value to the language researcher, since English is notoriously non-phonetic and is subject to widely-varied local dialects.
Since our ultimate goal is the recovery of Sasquatch Language, I have found it necessary to establish a phonetic alphabet and transcription standard (based on the transcription of the Berry/Morehead tapes), by which the contrast and comparison of all future suspected language can be facilitated.
To this end, as an invaluable tool in the future of Sasquatch Language research, I am requesting that the attached standard be published on research web-sites and that it be copied and distributed freely. With this, I am also requesting that local investigators begin using this alphabet as soon as possible to accurately document any perceived Sasquatch Language.
This standard should not be limited to first-hand witness accounts or recordings from North America, but should be used by investigators world-wide, since most languages have many of the same non-phonetic characteristics as English. The work is written in the style of a military SOP (Standard Operating Procedure).
It is my belief that there is nothing more important, at this early stage of Sasquatch Language study, than to standardize the documentation of evidence.
With highest regard for all those engaged in the work of Sasquatch recognition;
R. Scott Nelson
SPA Documents
Sasquatch Phonetic Alphabet and Transcription Standard
Submitted by R. Scott Nelson
The Sasquatch Phonetic Alphabet (SPA) will alternately be known by the more formal denomination, Unclassified Hominid Phonetic Alphabet (UHPA), until such time as the subject Being is scientifically classified, or documented linguistic contact has been established. “Sasquatch” is used here as a generally accepted term for the subject Being. A variation of the English Reformed Phonetic Alphabet is used, as transcribed from the Berry/Morehead Tapes (BMT).
The existence of the Sasquatch Being is hereby assumed, since any creature must exist before his language. Any argument for the existence of Sasquatch or his language should be given outside of this standard and outside any transcription endeavor that uses this standard. Transcripts should stand alone as tools for the language researcher; whereas SPA transcripts and excerpts should be freely used in other works to support linguistic arguments.
The purpose of this is to standardize all future transcription of suspected Sasquatch Language and to facilitate comparison of language articulations by future researchers; the ultimate goal being the recovery of Sasquatch Language.
Sasquatch Language is spoken approximately twice as fast as any known language in most analyzed recordings, therefore it must be slowed down to be transcribed accurately. 50% of real-time will be the standard; transcription at any other speed will be noted, e.g. (75%). Real-time will be noted as (rt). Tape-time hacks will be given as minute:second.1/100thsecond, e.g. 17:23.54.
Since this is an unknown language, transcribed for the first time, the grammar and syntax of it, likewise, cannot be known. Therefore, to differentiate between small and capital letters is useless and misleading. Sasquatch articulations will be transcribed using capital letters, human voices are to be transcribed by the standards of the language that is spoken (proper English, Russian, etc.). This eases reading of the transcripts when human and Sasquatch voices are mixed or alternating. Since words cannot be known, and only suspected in cognates, Sasquatch utterances will be given as individual morphemes (or syllables). An umlaut (Ä) is used rather than a macron (-) to avoid confusion with the English use of the same symbol.
Small letters within parenthesis will be used, in accordance with military transcription standards, to abbreviate specific notes, e.g. (2-3m) to mean (two or three words or morphemes are missing or inaudible here). Untranscribable vocalizations such as grunts or screams will be noted with capital letters within parenthesis, e.g. (G) or (SC). An abbreviation key follows the phonetics key.
Any document using this alphabet should be labeled (SPA) or (UHPA).
Use in first-hand witness accounts:
This alphabet is not intended to be used solely for the transcription of recorded language, but will be highly useful in first-hand witness accounts of Sasquatch phenomena where the witness perceived spoken language. Researchers, when documenting witness accounts, should endeavor to transcribe each Sasquatch utterance as accurately as possible using this alphabet. As an invaluable aid to the language researcher, several questions should be asked of the witness to correlate with the utterances of the Sasquatch Being:
What was occurring at the moment of each specific utterance?
How many Sasquatch Beings do you believe were present; how many were speaking?
Did you feel that the Sasquatch Beings were speaking to each other or to you (the witness)?
What do you think the Being was trying to communicate?
What do you feel was the emotional state of the Being (for each specific utterance)?
Was there interrogative inflection in the utterance (did it sound like a question)?
Was there imperative or command inflection in the utterance (did it sound like the Being was telling you or another Sasquatch to do or not do something)?
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This alphabet is expected to grow as additional verified recordings of Sasquatch Language are collected and analyzed, and new extra-human articulations are documented. For example; the well-documented howls, whoops, growls, screams and whistles of Sasquatch may someday be found to have linguistic meaning; wood- and rock-knocking or tooth-popping may be found to be encoded. It should not be discounted that manipulated tree, limb and stick formations could be graphic expressions of Sasquatch Language, much like runic or pictographic human writing systems.
Since auditory perception is subject to the same limitations of all human perception, review and revision of any transcript by other qualified Crypto-Linguists or voice- transcription experts should be welcomed. With the recovery of Sasquatch Language being the anticipated outcome, cooperation and consensus between language researchers should be the first rule of this study.
The first two pages of Berry Tape I transcription are attached as an example of the prescribed usage of this alphabet.
Phoneme Key
Ä = a in father
A = a in can
B = b in bib
D = d in did
Ë = a in make
E = e in set
F = f in fife
G = g in gag
H = h in ham
Ï = i in machine, ee in meet
I = i in sit
J = y in yes, i in union
K = k in kite, c in cut
L = l in lull
M = m in mom
N = n in nine
Ö = o in lone
O = o in log
P = p in pipe
R = r in roar
Rr = rolled r, as in Spanish or in Scottish Brogue
S = s in sister
T = t in tight
Ü = u in plume, oo in boot
U = u in run, o in union
V = v in verve
W = w in way
Y = oo in book
Z = z in zebra, s in is
′ = glottal stop
c = tongue click, not evident in BMT
> = phoneme drawn out
Compound Phonemes
ÄÏ = i in like, y in my
JÜ = as in you, u in fume
KH = ch in Scottish loch, x in Spanish Quixote, x in Russian (khah)
SJ = sh in shirt
TSJ = ch in church
ZJ = z in azure, s in treasure
DZJ = j in jail, g in age
NG = ng in sing
Δ (Greek Delta) = th in then
Θ (Greek Theta) = th in thin
Abbreviation Key
(rt) = transcribed at real-time
(75%) = transcribed at a speed other than 50%
(h) = human vocalization
(1-2m) = one or two words or syllables are missing or inaudible here
(int) = interrogative inflection
(dr) = Inflected as a direct response
(imp) = imperative inflection
(w) = whispered
(q) = very low audibility, quiet, almost imperceptible at normal speeds
(im) = human imitating a creature
(ma) = possible male Sasquatch Being
(fe) = possible female Sasquatch Being
(ju) = possible juvenile Sasquatch Being
(G) = grunt, growl or grumble, possible language
(W) = whistle or squeak, possible language
(SN) = snarl, possible language
(SC) = scream, possible language
(TP5) = tooth pop, number in sequence, possible language, not evident in BMT
(WK3) = wood knock, number in sequence, possible language
(RK4) = rock knock, number in sequences, possible language
BERRY TAPE I
Transcribed by R. Scott Nelson
Time Utterance
0:4.5 (W) (W)
0:8.62 (W) (W) (W)
0:15.11 RAM HO BÄ RÜ KHÄ HÜ
0:16.70 WAM VO HÜ KHÖ KHU′
0:17.52 NÖ U PLÄ MEN TI KHU
0:18.82 NÄR LÄ
0:20.21 NA GÖ KÜ STEP GÄ KÜ BLEM
0:21.25 Ü KÜ DZJÄ
0:21.76 FRrÄP E KHÜK LE
0:22.65 ÜN Ï KÜ O GÜ AKH (int)
0:23.85 DÖ WÄÏ NÖ (dr)
0:24.52 MÜ Ï FWI KÖ PÏ KHU′ SJ΄
0:31.43 (ma) HU Ö NÖ> KHÄ HÜ
0:32.95 PLEN DÜTSJ TISJ
0:33.61 SÏ DZJAÖ GLÖ PÜ MËKH
0:34.90 PÄ KHÏ KÖ DÜ TÜ SEKSÏ
0:35.88 WA HEP DÜ TSJE DÜ FU HEP
0:36.95 (ma) FI KÜ ÄÏ> KHÜ′
0:44.80 FÄ LIP ÄBÄSJ KHU′
0:45.03 NE VER GÖ ΄ ÖM KHU′
0:47.03 FÖ WÄ Ï>
0:48.08 WA KHU΄ KVÄM
0:49.16 ITS KÄÏM VÄR US FO RI ZIS TENS
0:51.27 MÖ> FER BÏ KEN JÄ Ä VÄÖN SÏ RYK MI RO GHAP –
GÏ GO WYP
0:53.66 MÏ WÄTSJ FYD PLËN FYD NÜ AÖ> KHE KHU′
0:55.34 NÖ ÄÏ ÄKHSJ HÜ
0:57.13 (h) Come on, boy.
0:58.04 (h) Come on, let’s eat.
1:00.93 BÏ KAER FYL NAÖ PRÖS GYD
01.87 NÖÄ Ö JA LET KHE
02.99 MÖÏ PISJ FE KHE KHU′
(h) Come on.
1:11.58 KHU BEK
1:12.63 KHËÄ KHU′
1:13.77 Ä LÄF
1:14.46 MÖ VE KHÜ
1:14.86 LAF KHU′
1:15.35 NÖ KHÏÄ
1:16.01 KHÖ VË ÄER ZÏ RÄ KIL WÄ KÜ ′ÜSJ
1:17.49 BÜ GÄ TÄÏSJ KHU′
Now many scofftics will argue that before we recognize this language, we must first acknowledge that these creatures do indeed exist.
For those of you who have seen a Bigfoot, you probably won't have a problem with his findings.
There are some of you who will turn up your noses and begin shredding every word in these documents. No harm, it's what you do.
Points to consider:
How do we know if Bigfoots in Washington, use the same language as Bigfoots in Ohio?
Is the SPA to be considered the "root" language, allowing for cultural variations and adaptation? Such as humans use many words derived from Latin and Greek origins.
Mr. Nelson has taken this under much consideration and I am sure he will answer your questions and comments as they are presented.
Please use this website to add your comments and insight and I will forward them to Scott for explanation and rebuttal.
If you would like a copy of these Word documents, please send the request to:
sharonlee@thebigfootfieldreporter.com
His presentation was delivered as an urgent plea for all researchers who have recorded audio of the vocalizations of what they suspect to be of a Sasquatch nature, to immediately begin deciphering their data by using the Sasquatch Phonetic Alphabet that he has created.
It is Mr. Nelson's belief that we will be able to learn so much more about the Bigfoot by learning their language rather than from footprint casts, hair samples or blurry photographs.
Scott Nelson retired from a successful career with the U.S. Navy as a crypto-linguist. He has many years of experience in deciphering and transcribing many conversations in foreign languages.
The following information has been cleared for publication and I will share it with you at this time.
Fm: R. Scott Nelson
To: Sasquatch Research Community
Re: Sasquatch Phonetic Alphabet (SPA) (attached)
Since I became involved in Sasquatch research a little over two years ago, I have received dozens of e-mails from around the country involving first-hand witness accounts, many containing recorded audio files, of perceived Sasquatch Language. Virtually all of these have included an attempt to spell out Sasquatch “words” using Standard English. This is of little value to the language researcher, since English is notoriously non-phonetic and is subject to widely-varied local dialects.
Since our ultimate goal is the recovery of Sasquatch Language, I have found it necessary to establish a phonetic alphabet and transcription standard (based on the transcription of the Berry/Morehead tapes), by which the contrast and comparison of all future suspected language can be facilitated.
To this end, as an invaluable tool in the future of Sasquatch Language research, I am requesting that the attached standard be published on research web-sites and that it be copied and distributed freely. With this, I am also requesting that local investigators begin using this alphabet as soon as possible to accurately document any perceived Sasquatch Language.
This standard should not be limited to first-hand witness accounts or recordings from North America, but should be used by investigators world-wide, since most languages have many of the same non-phonetic characteristics as English. The work is written in the style of a military SOP (Standard Operating Procedure).
It is my belief that there is nothing more important, at this early stage of Sasquatch Language study, than to standardize the documentation of evidence.
With highest regard for all those engaged in the work of Sasquatch recognition;
R. Scott Nelson
SPA Documents
Sasquatch Phonetic Alphabet and Transcription Standard
Submitted by R. Scott Nelson
The Sasquatch Phonetic Alphabet (SPA) will alternately be known by the more formal denomination, Unclassified Hominid Phonetic Alphabet (UHPA), until such time as the subject Being is scientifically classified, or documented linguistic contact has been established. “Sasquatch” is used here as a generally accepted term for the subject Being. A variation of the English Reformed Phonetic Alphabet is used, as transcribed from the Berry/Morehead Tapes (BMT).
The existence of the Sasquatch Being is hereby assumed, since any creature must exist before his language. Any argument for the existence of Sasquatch or his language should be given outside of this standard and outside any transcription endeavor that uses this standard. Transcripts should stand alone as tools for the language researcher; whereas SPA transcripts and excerpts should be freely used in other works to support linguistic arguments.
The purpose of this is to standardize all future transcription of suspected Sasquatch Language and to facilitate comparison of language articulations by future researchers; the ultimate goal being the recovery of Sasquatch Language.
Sasquatch Language is spoken approximately twice as fast as any known language in most analyzed recordings, therefore it must be slowed down to be transcribed accurately. 50% of real-time will be the standard; transcription at any other speed will be noted, e.g. (75%). Real-time will be noted as (rt). Tape-time hacks will be given as minute:second.1/100thsecond, e.g. 17:23.54.
Since this is an unknown language, transcribed for the first time, the grammar and syntax of it, likewise, cannot be known. Therefore, to differentiate between small and capital letters is useless and misleading. Sasquatch articulations will be transcribed using capital letters, human voices are to be transcribed by the standards of the language that is spoken (proper English, Russian, etc.). This eases reading of the transcripts when human and Sasquatch voices are mixed or alternating. Since words cannot be known, and only suspected in cognates, Sasquatch utterances will be given as individual morphemes (or syllables). An umlaut (Ä) is used rather than a macron (-) to avoid confusion with the English use of the same symbol.
Small letters within parenthesis will be used, in accordance with military transcription standards, to abbreviate specific notes, e.g. (2-3m) to mean (two or three words or morphemes are missing or inaudible here). Untranscribable vocalizations such as grunts or screams will be noted with capital letters within parenthesis, e.g. (G) or (SC). An abbreviation key follows the phonetics key.
Any document using this alphabet should be labeled (SPA) or (UHPA).
Use in first-hand witness accounts:
This alphabet is not intended to be used solely for the transcription of recorded language, but will be highly useful in first-hand witness accounts of Sasquatch phenomena where the witness perceived spoken language. Researchers, when documenting witness accounts, should endeavor to transcribe each Sasquatch utterance as accurately as possible using this alphabet. As an invaluable aid to the language researcher, several questions should be asked of the witness to correlate with the utterances of the Sasquatch Being:
What was occurring at the moment of each specific utterance?
How many Sasquatch Beings do you believe were present; how many were speaking?
Did you feel that the Sasquatch Beings were speaking to each other or to you (the witness)?
What do you think the Being was trying to communicate?
What do you feel was the emotional state of the Being (for each specific utterance)?
Was there interrogative inflection in the utterance (did it sound like a question)?
Was there imperative or command inflection in the utterance (did it sound like the Being was telling you or another Sasquatch to do or not do something)?
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This alphabet is expected to grow as additional verified recordings of Sasquatch Language are collected and analyzed, and new extra-human articulations are documented. For example; the well-documented howls, whoops, growls, screams and whistles of Sasquatch may someday be found to have linguistic meaning; wood- and rock-knocking or tooth-popping may be found to be encoded. It should not be discounted that manipulated tree, limb and stick formations could be graphic expressions of Sasquatch Language, much like runic or pictographic human writing systems.
Since auditory perception is subject to the same limitations of all human perception, review and revision of any transcript by other qualified Crypto-Linguists or voice- transcription experts should be welcomed. With the recovery of Sasquatch Language being the anticipated outcome, cooperation and consensus between language researchers should be the first rule of this study.
The first two pages of Berry Tape I transcription are attached as an example of the prescribed usage of this alphabet.
Phoneme Key
Ä = a in father
A = a in can
B = b in bib
D = d in did
Ë = a in make
E = e in set
F = f in fife
G = g in gag
H = h in ham
Ï = i in machine, ee in meet
I = i in sit
J = y in yes, i in union
K = k in kite, c in cut
L = l in lull
M = m in mom
N = n in nine
Ö = o in lone
O = o in log
P = p in pipe
R = r in roar
Rr = rolled r, as in Spanish or in Scottish Brogue
S = s in sister
T = t in tight
Ü = u in plume, oo in boot
U = u in run, o in union
V = v in verve
W = w in way
Y = oo in book
Z = z in zebra, s in is
′ = glottal stop
c = tongue click, not evident in BMT
> = phoneme drawn out
Compound Phonemes
ÄÏ = i in like, y in my
JÜ = as in you, u in fume
KH = ch in Scottish loch, x in Spanish Quixote, x in Russian (khah)
SJ = sh in shirt
TSJ = ch in church
ZJ = z in azure, s in treasure
DZJ = j in jail, g in age
NG = ng in sing
Δ (Greek Delta) = th in then
Θ (Greek Theta) = th in thin
Abbreviation Key
(rt) = transcribed at real-time
(75%) = transcribed at a speed other than 50%
(h) = human vocalization
(1-2m) = one or two words or syllables are missing or inaudible here
(int) = interrogative inflection
(dr) = Inflected as a direct response
(imp) = imperative inflection
(w) = whispered
(q) = very low audibility, quiet, almost imperceptible at normal speeds
(im) = human imitating a creature
(ma) = possible male Sasquatch Being
(fe) = possible female Sasquatch Being
(ju) = possible juvenile Sasquatch Being
(G) = grunt, growl or grumble, possible language
(W) = whistle or squeak, possible language
(SN) = snarl, possible language
(SC) = scream, possible language
(TP5) = tooth pop, number in sequence, possible language, not evident in BMT
(WK3) = wood knock, number in sequence, possible language
(RK4) = rock knock, number in sequences, possible language
BERRY TAPE I
Transcribed by R. Scott Nelson
Time Utterance
0:4.5 (W) (W)
0:8.62 (W) (W) (W)
0:15.11 RAM HO BÄ RÜ KHÄ HÜ
0:16.70 WAM VO HÜ KHÖ KHU′
0:17.52 NÖ U PLÄ MEN TI KHU
0:18.82 NÄR LÄ
0:20.21 NA GÖ KÜ STEP GÄ KÜ BLEM
0:21.25 Ü KÜ DZJÄ
0:21.76 FRrÄP E KHÜK LE
0:22.65 ÜN Ï KÜ O GÜ AKH (int)
0:23.85 DÖ WÄÏ NÖ (dr)
0:24.52 MÜ Ï FWI KÖ PÏ KHU′ SJ΄
0:31.43 (ma) HU Ö NÖ> KHÄ HÜ
0:32.95 PLEN DÜTSJ TISJ
0:33.61 SÏ DZJAÖ GLÖ PÜ MËKH
0:34.90 PÄ KHÏ KÖ DÜ TÜ SEKSÏ
0:35.88 WA HEP DÜ TSJE DÜ FU HEP
0:36.95 (ma) FI KÜ ÄÏ> KHÜ′
0:44.80 FÄ LIP ÄBÄSJ KHU′
0:45.03 NE VER GÖ ΄ ÖM KHU′
0:47.03 FÖ WÄ Ï>
0:48.08 WA KHU΄ KVÄM
0:49.16 ITS KÄÏM VÄR US FO RI ZIS TENS
0:51.27 MÖ> FER BÏ KEN JÄ Ä VÄÖN SÏ RYK MI RO GHAP –
GÏ GO WYP
0:53.66 MÏ WÄTSJ FYD PLËN FYD NÜ AÖ> KHE KHU′
0:55.34 NÖ ÄÏ ÄKHSJ HÜ
0:57.13 (h) Come on, boy.
0:58.04 (h) Come on, let’s eat.
1:00.93 BÏ KAER FYL NAÖ PRÖS GYD
01.87 NÖÄ Ö JA LET KHE
02.99 MÖÏ PISJ FE KHE KHU′
(h) Come on.
1:11.58 KHU BEK
1:12.63 KHËÄ KHU′
1:13.77 Ä LÄF
1:14.46 MÖ VE KHÜ
1:14.86 LAF KHU′
1:15.35 NÖ KHÏÄ
1:16.01 KHÖ VË ÄER ZÏ RÄ KIL WÄ KÜ ′ÜSJ
1:17.49 BÜ GÄ TÄÏSJ KHU′
Now many scofftics will argue that before we recognize this language, we must first acknowledge that these creatures do indeed exist.
For those of you who have seen a Bigfoot, you probably won't have a problem with his findings.
There are some of you who will turn up your noses and begin shredding every word in these documents. No harm, it's what you do.
Points to consider:
How do we know if Bigfoots in Washington, use the same language as Bigfoots in Ohio?
Is the SPA to be considered the "root" language, allowing for cultural variations and adaptation? Such as humans use many words derived from Latin and Greek origins.
Mr. Nelson has taken this under much consideration and I am sure he will answer your questions and comments as they are presented.
Please use this website to add your comments and insight and I will forward them to Scott for explanation and rebuttal.
If you would like a copy of these Word documents, please send the request to:
sharonlee@thebigfootfieldreporter.com
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Oregon Sasquatch Symposium, Breakdown
I never thought I'd utter the words "the beautiful Ohio weather" but that is what I said as I left the 80 degree days to head out to Eugene, Oregon where the temps were expected to be in the low to mid 60's as the high! But, alas, the Bigfoot Field Reporter goes where the action is.
Friday was a day for meeting up with old friends and hanging out for awhile before the festivities began. Several of us headed out for lunch and a visit to the Museum of Unfine Art to observe the local Sasquatch art on display. It was amazing to see how the artists portray their version of Bigfoot. The pieces varied in price from $45 to over $300; if I had more money, I would have bought them all.
We then headed over to the Red Lion Inn for the pre-symposium Meet and Greet and I had to prepare for the live radio show. Well, as many of you know, that turned into a train wreck due to loss of signal and other malfunctions. I did however record some interviews and will piece together a pre-recorded show for your listening pleasure.
There were about 50 people in the room. Bob Gimlin, Paul Graves, Jerry Hein. Jerry made buttons for some of us with our pictures on them. He is so sweet!
I finally got to meet Toby Johnson, the coordinator of the event. He really did a heck of a job and does a phenomenal Neil Diamond! Henry May was there as well as Autumn Williams, Kathy and Bob Strain, Thom Cantrall, Jeff Meldrum, Craig Woolheater, Sali Sheppard-Wolford, Cliff Barackman and so many more!
After the crash and burn of the radio show, we headed down to the lounge for some Bigfoot Karaoke. Due to the absence of Tom Yamarone we were forced to entertain ourselves! Wow. Talk about a fun night! I was doing a little smack talking with Autumn and challenged her to a sing-off. It was on...I think I will take the high road here and concede that she won the match by a very slim margin. Just you wait missy!
I can't believe I had so much fun on the very first day! I am in love with the west coast squatchers, they are so amazing.
Friday was a day for meeting up with old friends and hanging out for awhile before the festivities began. Several of us headed out for lunch and a visit to the Museum of Unfine Art to observe the local Sasquatch art on display. It was amazing to see how the artists portray their version of Bigfoot. The pieces varied in price from $45 to over $300; if I had more money, I would have bought them all.
We then headed over to the Red Lion Inn for the pre-symposium Meet and Greet and I had to prepare for the live radio show. Well, as many of you know, that turned into a train wreck due to loss of signal and other malfunctions. I did however record some interviews and will piece together a pre-recorded show for your listening pleasure.
There were about 50 people in the room. Bob Gimlin, Paul Graves, Jerry Hein. Jerry made buttons for some of us with our pictures on them. He is so sweet!
I finally got to meet Toby Johnson, the coordinator of the event. He really did a heck of a job and does a phenomenal Neil Diamond! Henry May was there as well as Autumn Williams, Kathy and Bob Strain, Thom Cantrall, Jeff Meldrum, Craig Woolheater, Sali Sheppard-Wolford, Cliff Barackman and so many more!
After the crash and burn of the radio show, we headed down to the lounge for some Bigfoot Karaoke. Due to the absence of Tom Yamarone we were forced to entertain ourselves! Wow. Talk about a fun night! I was doing a little smack talking with Autumn and challenged her to a sing-off. It was on...I think I will take the high road here and concede that she won the match by a very slim margin. Just you wait missy!
I can't believe I had so much fun on the very first day! I am in love with the west coast squatchers, they are so amazing.
Friday, June 18, 2010
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KATU Report on the Oregon Sasquatch Symposium
Have you seen Bigfoot? Better head to Eugene meetup
EUGENE, Ore. - Hiding behind many names - Wild man, Sasquatch, Yeti, Bigfoot - our furry friend has been noted and talked about through history.
Starting June 19, Lane Community College's first Sasquatch Symposium will take place, allowing for believers, and those curious to discuss their experiences and learn more about the alleged creature.
Fact is, more than a thousand people have reported some sort of Sasquatch sighting or experience in Oregon. "It's something that seems to be happening in our own backyard," said Toby Johnson, an organizer of the symposium.
His Bigfoot experience dates back to a cold February morning years ago. "I was on a hike with my son not far from Springfield," Johnson said. They came across a large footprint in the frozen mud and took a picture of it.
"You can see the five toes clearly," he said.
And he was hooked, which is why he helped create the Oregon Sasquatch Symposium at Lane Community College this weekend.
Oregon has more than 30 million acres of forest land, that's nearly half the state, and Oregon believers say that may be why Bigfoot has been able to stay hidden.
In addition to witnesses there will also be Big Foot researchers like Oregon's Autumn Williams. She is the keynote speaker. On top of being a witness herself, she has been hunting Big Foot for nearly 20 years and recently released a documentary about her search. She also owns and operates one of biggest Bigfoot websites in the West.
Now of course there are many non-believers of the Oregon Sasquatch. To this day many scientists discount the existence of Bigfoot and consider it to be a combination of folklore, misidentification and hoax.
But for people like Johnson, a once in a lifetime experience is all it takes. "When you talk to someone who has seen one of these things, you get the feeling they are absolutely authentic," Johnson said.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
The 911 Calls From Tim Peeler
I cannot get the first call to embed...
The second call:
He sounds really drunk...maybe he is in shock, I don't know...I don't want to waste my time going down there to investigate this if this is a hoax...
The second call:
He sounds really drunk...maybe he is in shock, I don't know...I don't want to waste my time going down there to investigate this if this is a hoax...
Other Knobby sightings
•21 Dec. 1978 Toluca, North Carolina Minnie Cook (88) Saw "Knobby" outside her house. Tracks found and screams heard in the area of Carpenter's Knob, and other sightings reported.
•Late Dec. 1978 Casar, North Carolina Sammy Price While working in backyard, heard high-pitched scream and saw 6-7-ft "tree" which started to walk.
•Late Dec. 1978 Casar, North Carolina Kay Price Day after previous sighting, heard scream and saw "Knobby" eating soybean crop in field.
•15 Jan. 1979 Casar, North Carolina Mrs. Kay Price, Gaye (18) & Wanda Smith Saw "Knobby" by road, Gaye went closer.
•Late spring 1979 South Mountain (located within 10 miles of Casar), North Carolina Fisherman Saw black shape run into undergrowth; next day shot at same creature...
•Late Dec. 1978 Casar, North Carolina Sammy Price While working in backyard, heard high-pitched scream and saw 6-7-ft "tree" which started to walk.
•Late Dec. 1978 Casar, North Carolina Kay Price Day after previous sighting, heard scream and saw "Knobby" eating soybean crop in field.
•15 Jan. 1979 Casar, North Carolina Mrs. Kay Price, Gaye (18) & Wanda Smith Saw "Knobby" by road, Gaye went closer.
•Late spring 1979 South Mountain (located within 10 miles of Casar), North Carolina Fisherman Saw black shape run into undergrowth; next day shot at same creature...
Monday, June 14, 2010
Good Old Knobby
Bigfoot afoot? Local legend resurfaces after reported sighting near Casar
Monday, Jun 14 2010, 10:00 am
David Allen
Legend speaks of an ape-like creature who called Upper Cleveland County home in the late 1970s.
Robert Williams, then covering the news for Charlotte media outlets, named him “Knobby,” a towering beast many considered as the resident Bigfoot.
Williams never saw Knobby — “I only wrote what I was told.”
Knobby stories flew overseas, Williams said, drawing interest from New Zealand and beyond. Newspaper articles from 1979 detail more than a dozen Knobby sightings and investigations by the North American Research Association and researchers from a university in Massachusetts. But the rumors and sightings near Carpenter’s Knob — hence the creature’s name — mysteriously stopped decades ago.
Then, Timothy Peeler called 911.
Read the entire story here
Monday, Jun 14 2010, 10:00 am
David Allen
Legend speaks of an ape-like creature who called Upper Cleveland County home in the late 1970s.
Robert Williams, then covering the news for Charlotte media outlets, named him “Knobby,” a towering beast many considered as the resident Bigfoot.
Williams never saw Knobby — “I only wrote what I was told.”
Knobby stories flew overseas, Williams said, drawing interest from New Zealand and beyond. Newspaper articles from 1979 detail more than a dozen Knobby sightings and investigations by the North American Research Association and researchers from a university in Massachusetts. But the rumors and sightings near Carpenter’s Knob — hence the creature’s name — mysteriously stopped decades ago.
Then, Timothy Peeler called 911.
Read the entire story here
Sunday, June 13, 2010
First Annual Oregon Sasquatch Symposium
After a long, quiet winter, the Bigfoot Field Reporter Radio show will be returning this Friday at 11:30 p.m. est live from the Oregon Sasquatch Symposium pre-conference.
The show will be archived for those of you who can't stay up that late on a Friday night!
Hopefully blogtalk radio will cooperate and everything will run smoothly, but, we know better, right?
Bookmark the page and set your reminders on your calendars!
The Bigfoot Field Reporter Radio Show
The show will be archived for those of you who can't stay up that late on a Friday night!
Hopefully blogtalk radio will cooperate and everything will run smoothly, but, we know better, right?
Bookmark the page and set your reminders on your calendars!
The Bigfoot Field Reporter Radio Show
Friday, June 11, 2010
Looking for a few good Squatchers
If you are in the Cincinnati/Dayton/KY area and would like to hit the woods with like minded people, send me your name and email address and I will connect you with others like yourself!
Sometimes it is hard to find people who have the same goal in mind that you do.
You don't really want to join an organization, you don't need someone else telling you what to do and where you can go and what you can talk about. I get it.
You are not alone!
If you would like to share your location information, I will try to network and bring as many people together as I can!
Have faith!
Sometimes it is hard to find people who have the same goal in mind that you do.
You don't really want to join an organization, you don't need someone else telling you what to do and where you can go and what you can talk about. I get it.
You are not alone!
If you would like to share your location information, I will try to network and bring as many people together as I can!
Have faith!
Friday, May 28, 2010
Oregon Sasquatch Symposium
Annual Oregon Sasquatch Symposium Eugene,Oregon 2010
Join us in the beautiful and cozy Willamette Valley next year as we kick off the first annual "OSS" Oregon Sasquatch Symposium in Eugene, Oregon. This event will be held at Lane Community College in the Forum Hall. Seating is limited, and tickets are sure to go fast once they are released.
Read more
I will be there Thursday - Sunday and will be hosting a live radio show from the event on Friday June, 18th. Stay tuned for more details!
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Saturday's Picnic
On Saturday, a picnic was held in honor of Bob Gimlin and our other visiting guests.
Here are some pictures of the festivities.
Here are some pictures of the festivities.
Ohio Bigfoot Conference Recap
East Meets West
First of all, I'd like to thank Don Keating for organizing this annual event. Many people may not like Don, but he gets the job done.
So many people came from all over the United States, most of them come to this event every year, but so many more new attendees came just for the chance to meet the legend, Bob Gimlin. Thank you to Joyce Kearney for making this possible. She didn't care to be acknowledged for her "donation" to the conference, but I wanted to do it anyway.
On Thursday I drove down to Columbus to pick up our guests from Texas, Craig Woolheater and Jerry Hestand of the TBRC. Jerry was very excited as this was his first trip to Salt Fork State Park.
We got to the lodge, unpacked, and headed into Cambridge to dine at Theo's restaurant. I highly recommend this establishment and you must try the onion rings!
After dinner, Jerry wanted to do a little night squatching so I took him out to a few areas, the weather was beautiful. Nothing eventful happened and we headed back to the lodge around 1:30 a.m.
Friday morning, we all met for breakfast in the lodge and were joined by Dr. Jeff Meldrum. Bruce Harrington was just finishing his steak and eggs.
:)
I then had to head back to the Columbus airport to pick up Monica Rawlins of the TBRC. We headed back to the lodge, got her settled in, then headed out to our senior citizens dinner (it was only 3pm) at Theo's with Marc Dewirth of the Ohio Bigfoot Researchers, Mike Esordi and Diana Smith of The Believe It Tour and 2 other gentlemen whose name I did not catch.
We hurried back to the lodge to get ready for the Meet and Greet.
This year, Don changed the format a little and the people were not as receptive. We went downstairs for the Meet and Greet and everyone was sitting in a conference room listening to Don speaking. Hey! We don't want to hear this! We want to Meet and Greet! Finally, Don released the hostages (just kidding) and the party started.
Mark and Kelly Lydic were there. Bob Durdella. My new Kentucky friends, Rex and his friend, James "Sparky" Sparks. Melissa Hovey, Wayne Larsen, Bruce Harrington, Eric Altman, Sean Forker and many more.
I was standing in the lobby when I saw who I thought was Diane Stocking coming towards me. I got a great big smile on my face and said "Hey" and she said..."No, I know what you're thinking..." then I realized it was her twin sister Donna from Florida. We laughed and chatted for a bit.
Of course Bob Gimlin and Tom Yamarone were there and they were introduced and greeted by people all night long.
At one point I was standing in a group of people and I turned around and there was Esteban Sarmiento standing behind me! That was such a surprise! We hugged and I promised him I would not give him a hard time at this conference. We had such a great time at the Texas Conference back in September.
As the evening progressed, a huge bonfire was prepared for the musical stylings of Tom Yamarone. Marshmallows were roasted, songs were sung and a great time was had by all.
To be continued indeedy!
First of all, I'd like to thank Don Keating for organizing this annual event. Many people may not like Don, but he gets the job done.
So many people came from all over the United States, most of them come to this event every year, but so many more new attendees came just for the chance to meet the legend, Bob Gimlin. Thank you to Joyce Kearney for making this possible. She didn't care to be acknowledged for her "donation" to the conference, but I wanted to do it anyway.
On Thursday I drove down to Columbus to pick up our guests from Texas, Craig Woolheater and Jerry Hestand of the TBRC. Jerry was very excited as this was his first trip to Salt Fork State Park.
We got to the lodge, unpacked, and headed into Cambridge to dine at Theo's restaurant. I highly recommend this establishment and you must try the onion rings!
After dinner, Jerry wanted to do a little night squatching so I took him out to a few areas, the weather was beautiful. Nothing eventful happened and we headed back to the lodge around 1:30 a.m.
Friday morning, we all met for breakfast in the lodge and were joined by Dr. Jeff Meldrum. Bruce Harrington was just finishing his steak and eggs.
:)
I then had to head back to the Columbus airport to pick up Monica Rawlins of the TBRC. We headed back to the lodge, got her settled in, then headed out to our senior citizens dinner (it was only 3pm) at Theo's with Marc Dewirth of the Ohio Bigfoot Researchers, Mike Esordi and Diana Smith of The Believe It Tour and 2 other gentlemen whose name I did not catch.
We hurried back to the lodge to get ready for the Meet and Greet.
This year, Don changed the format a little and the people were not as receptive. We went downstairs for the Meet and Greet and everyone was sitting in a conference room listening to Don speaking. Hey! We don't want to hear this! We want to Meet and Greet! Finally, Don released the hostages (just kidding) and the party started.
Mark and Kelly Lydic were there. Bob Durdella. My new Kentucky friends, Rex and his friend, James "Sparky" Sparks. Melissa Hovey, Wayne Larsen, Bruce Harrington, Eric Altman, Sean Forker and many more.
I was standing in the lobby when I saw who I thought was Diane Stocking coming towards me. I got a great big smile on my face and said "Hey" and she said..."No, I know what you're thinking..." then I realized it was her twin sister Donna from Florida. We laughed and chatted for a bit.
Of course Bob Gimlin and Tom Yamarone were there and they were introduced and greeted by people all night long.
At one point I was standing in a group of people and I turned around and there was Esteban Sarmiento standing behind me! That was such a surprise! We hugged and I promised him I would not give him a hard time at this conference. We had such a great time at the Texas Conference back in September.
As the evening progressed, a huge bonfire was prepared for the musical stylings of Tom Yamarone. Marshmallows were roasted, songs were sung and a great time was had by all.
To be continued indeedy!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Possible Tracks Found In Texas
The Texas Cryptic Hunter has a very nice blog if you want to check it out: Texas Cryptid Hunter
Mike Mayes of the TBRC is the owner of the blog, and has some promising evidence of a Bigfoot track that he discovered during a scouting mission for the TBRC to find new locations for the Operation Forest Vigil camera set-up.
Possible Sasquatch Tracks Located in SE Texas
I just returned from a trip to the Piney Woods of SE Texas. The purpose of the trip was two-fold. First and foremost I was looking for potential camera locations for the TBRC's Operation Forest Vigil project. The secondary purpose, as always, was to look for any sign of our target species; the sasquatch. What a trip it turned out to be...read the rest here
Mike Mayes of the TBRC is the owner of the blog, and has some promising evidence of a Bigfoot track that he discovered during a scouting mission for the TBRC to find new locations for the Operation Forest Vigil camera set-up.
Possible Sasquatch Tracks Located in SE Texas
I just returned from a trip to the Piney Woods of SE Texas. The purpose of the trip was two-fold. First and foremost I was looking for potential camera locations for the TBRC's Operation Forest Vigil project. The secondary purpose, as always, was to look for any sign of our target species; the sasquatch. What a trip it turned out to be...read the rest here
Monday, May 03, 2010
Champ Camp
Start Time:
Friday, July 23, 2010 at 12:00pm
End Time:
Sunday, July 25, 2010 at 10:00am
Location:
Button Bay - Vermont
This July treat yourself or your entire family to some old fashioned summer camp fun centered around the legend of "Champ" the famous lake monster of Lake Champlain.
For the family or individual that's interested in cryptozoology and creatures like Champ, Believe it Tour is promising a weekend that any level believer will enjoy. Together with Cryptomundo we will have an exciting schedule of events that campers can sign up for.
Some of the extras we're planning include a 1½ hour narrated scenic lake cruise on the Spirit of Ethan Allen, which had the largest mass sighting of Champ in 1984. We'll also have a lecture, evidence gathering tips, educational demonstrations, arts and crafts, campfire stories and so much more. There are lots of fun activities planned, but everything is optional with plenty of free time mixed in.
In your free time you can explore beautiful Lake Champlain and Button Point Natural Area, a small mature hardwood forest. You can take a hike, bring a mountain bike, or rent a canoe, kayak, or rowboat to experience this amazing area. Fishing is also allowed at the lake. The park even has a play area and a swimming pool with lifeguards.
Advanced VIP Tickets are available for $45. Price includes a spot at one of the VIP camp sites, the lake cruise on the Spirit of Ethan Allen, and the Believe It Tour workshops. Camping gear and food are not included. Space is limited, so reserve yours today to be part of the fun.
For information or to reserve your VIP space visit http://www.believeittour.com/events
Ohio Bigfoot Pre-Conference Discussion-Message from Mike Esordi
Start Time:
Friday, May 14, 2010 at 8:00pm
End Time:
Sunday, May 16, 2010 at 11:30pm
Location:
Salt Fork State Park
It’s probably safe to say that, like us, a lot of you go to the Bigfoot conferences to see old friends, make new ones, and enjoy the camaraderie. In order to make full use of the time during the event filled weekend of the Ohio Bigfoot Conference at Salt Fork State Park, we’d like to invite anyone attending to join us Friday evening, May 14th, after the meal for a pre-conference discussion at the lodge.
Gather together with visitors traveling in from all over the United States to share stories and exchange ideas on how to improve Bigfoot research. The internet is convenient for exchanging thoughts and sharing experiences, but there’s nothing like good old fashioned face-to-face communication when it comes to brainstorming.
The event’s casual approach and open sharing is what will encourage some of the best ideas to surface. Just ask Mike Esordi or Craig Woolheater, who always try to break their record at each event with how late they can stay up talking about future events and improvements for cryptozoology projects. One example of this is Champ Camp 2010. Okay, it’s a shameless plug for an event, but it’s an example of something that was inspired during a brainstorming session at a Bigfoot conference.
So join in on the open discussion and enjoy what promises to be an exciting evening with a diverse group of enthusiasts, researchers, and authorities on Bigfoot.
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Some of the Bigfoot experts and enthusiasts participating are:
Mike Esordi : Connecticut : Believe It Tour / Bigfoot Surplus
Craig Woolheater : Texas : Cryptomundo / Texas Bigfoot Research Conservancy
Diana Smith : New York : Believe It Tour
Bill Dranginis : Virginia : EyeGotcha
Tom Yamarone : California : Bigfoot Songs
Sharon Lee : Ohio : The Bigfoot Field Reporter
Marc DeWerth : Ohio : Local Expert
Monica Rawlins : Texas : Texas Bigfoot Research Conservancy
Jerry Hestand : Texas : Texas Bigfoot Research Conservancy
Saturday, May 01, 2010
New film needs beast of a man to be the next yowie
* Samantha Healy
* May 02, 2010 12:01AM
A QUEENSLAND film student has launched a search for a man to play the yowie in a movie about the mystical ape-like creature rumoured to roam the Australian bush.
The casting call for the short film, called The Yowie, states the successful applicant should be tall, powerful, hairy, physical, a "Bigfoot" and aged between 25 and 55.
Perhaps our very own hairy Hollywood star Russell Crowe could take a paycut and step in to the role, or un-manscaped local talent such as Titans prop Brad Meyers or Wolfmother guitarist Andrew Stockdale.
Griffith University film student Col Bayford, 23, said the script was inspired by sasquatch stories in his native Canada and adapted to tell the tale of the Australian yowie.
"We've had over 80 applications for the role so far but the ideal candidate would be tall, hairy, rugged guy," Mr Bayford said.
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Related Coverage
* Abominable: 'A Yowie killed my dog'
* Bigfoot: Yowie deserves better, says expert
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"Creating that humanoid look is important to us because we want people to think it could be a guy in a monkey suit but he just doesn't look quite right."
The film is based on two main characters, couple James and Vivian, who are spending a weekend camping when a mysterious figure appears in the bush.
The plot follows the couple as they battle to survive the night.
Mr Bayford said the film - which was funded by students - was "more thriller than horror".
But while the film is fictional, Australian Yowie Research founder Dean Harrison is convinced real-life yowies are out there.
"When you have done the research we have and seen what we've seen, interviewed the countless witnesses, taken plaster casts of footprints, you have to believe," Mr Harrison said.
"And there are photos and footage but that's all I can say and I can't say any more but they are very real," he said.
According to AYR, almost 10,000 sightings have been reported around the nation, the majority on the east coast, including bushland areas around Brisbane.
Similar to the North American Bigfoot and Himalayan Yeti, AYR believes two kinds of yowie live in Australia - a larger yowie which stands between 1.8 and 3 metres tall and a smaller version that stands between 1.2 and 1.5 metres, fully grown.
But is budding film director Mr Bayford a believer?
"I am a firm believer in science and evolution so I keep an open mind about these things," he said.
The Yowie begins filming at Murwillumbah in June.
Interesting facts about yowies in Australia
* There have been almost 10,000 reported sightings of yowies across Australia.
* The name 'yowie' is believed to be an adaptation of Aboriginal names 'yuuri' and 'yowri' which were two commonly used words to describe the creature, particularly in NSW
* Yowies are believed to be similar to the equally mysterious ape-like creatures known as bigfoot (in the US), sasquatch (Canada), yeti (China) and chuchuna (Russia).
* The largest populations of yowies are believed to be in the remote mountain ranges of southeast Australia.
* Yowies have thick, dark skin on the face, with deep skin folds and a flattened, wide nose. They often have a strong odour. They are powerfully built with broad shoulders, a small neck and muscular legs, similar to an ape.
* Yowies have some serious body hair and walk upright.
Reported yowie sightings in Queensland
July 2009 - Rockhampton:
A driver, who had pulled off to the side of a road, reported seeing a a very tall, grey-haired creature with similar body features to a human standing on two limbs. The creature ran extremely fast and dove into scrub.
September 2002 - Beerwah:
A horticulturalist, name withheld, was in the Beerwah State Forest off Roy's Rd when he heard a high-pitched scream. He turned around and saw a ``black furry thing about waist-height'' which ``got taller, almost to my height''.
August 2001 - Laidley:
Mrs Crouten (first name withheld) was driving north towards Laidley Creek when a creature appeared on the right side of the road. It was walking on ``all fours'', was covered in dark hair and looked like a large version of an orangutan. Simlar sightings have been reported over the years.
Mid-2001 - Mount Tamborine:
A jogger was running along a road when he saw ``this big dark form''. As it turned to its side, he realized it was mobile, on two legs, and 2.13m-2.43m (7ft-8ft) tall.
1999 - Ormeau:
Jason C spotted something moving in bushland while clearing trees for a house construction. He recalls seeing an ``ugly thing'' sitting crouched in the bushes and decsribed it as an ``ugly human'' with dark brown hair body hair, a flat nose, a large head, about 2.74m (9ft) tall, long arms and solid. It ran in a side to side motion.
1977 - Springbrook:
Former Queensland National Party senator Bill O'Chee reported that he came face-to-face with a yowie while he was a young boy on a school camp. He said he was with a group of 20 fellow TSS students when they saw what they described as a 3m tall, hair-covered creature. It had a flat face and walked to the side in a crab-like style.
* May 02, 2010 12:01AM
A QUEENSLAND film student has launched a search for a man to play the yowie in a movie about the mystical ape-like creature rumoured to roam the Australian bush.
The casting call for the short film, called The Yowie, states the successful applicant should be tall, powerful, hairy, physical, a "Bigfoot" and aged between 25 and 55.
Perhaps our very own hairy Hollywood star Russell Crowe could take a paycut and step in to the role, or un-manscaped local talent such as Titans prop Brad Meyers or Wolfmother guitarist Andrew Stockdale.
Griffith University film student Col Bayford, 23, said the script was inspired by sasquatch stories in his native Canada and adapted to tell the tale of the Australian yowie.
"We've had over 80 applications for the role so far but the ideal candidate would be tall, hairy, rugged guy," Mr Bayford said.
Start of sidebar. Skip to end of sidebar.
Related Coverage
* Abominable: 'A Yowie killed my dog'
* Bigfoot: Yowie deserves better, says expert
End of sidebar. Return to start of sidebar.
"Creating that humanoid look is important to us because we want people to think it could be a guy in a monkey suit but he just doesn't look quite right."
The film is based on two main characters, couple James and Vivian, who are spending a weekend camping when a mysterious figure appears in the bush.
The plot follows the couple as they battle to survive the night.
Mr Bayford said the film - which was funded by students - was "more thriller than horror".
But while the film is fictional, Australian Yowie Research founder Dean Harrison is convinced real-life yowies are out there.
"When you have done the research we have and seen what we've seen, interviewed the countless witnesses, taken plaster casts of footprints, you have to believe," Mr Harrison said.
"And there are photos and footage but that's all I can say and I can't say any more but they are very real," he said.
According to AYR, almost 10,000 sightings have been reported around the nation, the majority on the east coast, including bushland areas around Brisbane.
Similar to the North American Bigfoot and Himalayan Yeti, AYR believes two kinds of yowie live in Australia - a larger yowie which stands between 1.8 and 3 metres tall and a smaller version that stands between 1.2 and 1.5 metres, fully grown.
But is budding film director Mr Bayford a believer?
"I am a firm believer in science and evolution so I keep an open mind about these things," he said.
The Yowie begins filming at Murwillumbah in June.
Interesting facts about yowies in Australia
* There have been almost 10,000 reported sightings of yowies across Australia.
* The name 'yowie' is believed to be an adaptation of Aboriginal names 'yuuri' and 'yowri' which were two commonly used words to describe the creature, particularly in NSW
* Yowies are believed to be similar to the equally mysterious ape-like creatures known as bigfoot (in the US), sasquatch (Canada), yeti (China) and chuchuna (Russia).
* The largest populations of yowies are believed to be in the remote mountain ranges of southeast Australia.
* Yowies have thick, dark skin on the face, with deep skin folds and a flattened, wide nose. They often have a strong odour. They are powerfully built with broad shoulders, a small neck and muscular legs, similar to an ape.
* Yowies have some serious body hair and walk upright.
Reported yowie sightings in Queensland
July 2009 - Rockhampton:
A driver, who had pulled off to the side of a road, reported seeing a a very tall, grey-haired creature with similar body features to a human standing on two limbs. The creature ran extremely fast and dove into scrub.
September 2002 - Beerwah:
A horticulturalist, name withheld, was in the Beerwah State Forest off Roy's Rd when he heard a high-pitched scream. He turned around and saw a ``black furry thing about waist-height'' which ``got taller, almost to my height''.
August 2001 - Laidley:
Mrs Crouten (first name withheld) was driving north towards Laidley Creek when a creature appeared on the right side of the road. It was walking on ``all fours'', was covered in dark hair and looked like a large version of an orangutan. Simlar sightings have been reported over the years.
Mid-2001 - Mount Tamborine:
A jogger was running along a road when he saw ``this big dark form''. As it turned to its side, he realized it was mobile, on two legs, and 2.13m-2.43m (7ft-8ft) tall.
1999 - Ormeau:
Jason C spotted something moving in bushland while clearing trees for a house construction. He recalls seeing an ``ugly thing'' sitting crouched in the bushes and decsribed it as an ``ugly human'' with dark brown hair body hair, a flat nose, a large head, about 2.74m (9ft) tall, long arms and solid. It ran in a side to side motion.
1977 - Springbrook:
Former Queensland National Party senator Bill O'Chee reported that he came face-to-face with a yowie while he was a young boy on a school camp. He said he was with a group of 20 fellow TSS students when they saw what they described as a 3m tall, hair-covered creature. It had a flat face and walked to the side in a crab-like style.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Searching for Sasquatch here in South Texas
Searching for Sasquatch here in South Texas
Reported by: Delaine Mathieu
Email: DelaineMathieu@woaitv.com
LEAKEY, Texas - Last fall, after several people called police saying they saw something that looked like Bigfoot on the Northwest side of San Antonio, we were contacted by a group of men who call themselves Bigfoot investigators. They said they're convinced that Sasquatch is here and probably always has been. So, our Delaine Mathieu said -- prove it!
Last December, a homeless couple in San Antonio called 911 saying they saw something in the woods off Highway 151 and Culebra. "I would be a liar if I said I thought I knew what it was, but I don't know. I know it picked up that deer and walked," reported the caller. Police checked it out, but nothing was ever found.
Troy Hudson believes Bigfoot is here. He used to work for the Department of Homeland Security and now runs TBIG -- The Bigfoot Investigation group in Dallas. "I've been in the woods a lot as a child and I've seen things I can't explain to you," Hudson told us.
We set up camp with him and his colleague, Chase Robinson at Garner State Park in Uvalde County near Leakey -- where a man in a truck reportedly saw a Bigfoot on Highway 83 in 2006. "It was in December, early December around 10:30pm," Hudson said. "He was messing with something and he happens to look up and notices movement." He says the creature ran across the highway and disappeared.
"But that sounds crazy!" Delaine told Hudson. "That sounds almost ridiculous, right?" Hudson told her there are too many witnesses, too many reports across the country, too much documentation, too much data that suggests what are these people seeing?
Crazy is a word Troy and Chase say they hear a lot in their line of work, but there are several Bigfoot investigative groups in Texas like TBIG -- determined to find Bigfoot. "If people in Vermont are reporting a tree knock and a whoop as well as someone in California, Florida, Utah, Oklahoma, Texas -- it only leads you to believe that there's something out there."
And to the unbelievers out there who call these guys nuts? They say, just go on an expedition. "Try it. Before you condemn us, go out and try it," Chase told us. "See what they see and listen to the sounds of the night."
Reported by: Delaine Mathieu
Email: DelaineMathieu@woaitv.com
LEAKEY, Texas - Last fall, after several people called police saying they saw something that looked like Bigfoot on the Northwest side of San Antonio, we were contacted by a group of men who call themselves Bigfoot investigators. They said they're convinced that Sasquatch is here and probably always has been. So, our Delaine Mathieu said -- prove it!
Last December, a homeless couple in San Antonio called 911 saying they saw something in the woods off Highway 151 and Culebra. "I would be a liar if I said I thought I knew what it was, but I don't know. I know it picked up that deer and walked," reported the caller. Police checked it out, but nothing was ever found.
Troy Hudson believes Bigfoot is here. He used to work for the Department of Homeland Security and now runs TBIG -- The Bigfoot Investigation group in Dallas. "I've been in the woods a lot as a child and I've seen things I can't explain to you," Hudson told us.
We set up camp with him and his colleague, Chase Robinson at Garner State Park in Uvalde County near Leakey -- where a man in a truck reportedly saw a Bigfoot on Highway 83 in 2006. "It was in December, early December around 10:30pm," Hudson said. "He was messing with something and he happens to look up and notices movement." He says the creature ran across the highway and disappeared.
"But that sounds crazy!" Delaine told Hudson. "That sounds almost ridiculous, right?" Hudson told her there are too many witnesses, too many reports across the country, too much documentation, too much data that suggests what are these people seeing?
Crazy is a word Troy and Chase say they hear a lot in their line of work, but there are several Bigfoot investigative groups in Texas like TBIG -- determined to find Bigfoot. "If people in Vermont are reporting a tree knock and a whoop as well as someone in California, Florida, Utah, Oklahoma, Texas -- it only leads you to believe that there's something out there."
And to the unbelievers out there who call these guys nuts? They say, just go on an expedition. "Try it. Before you condemn us, go out and try it," Chase told us. "See what they see and listen to the sounds of the night."
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Man Saves Drowning Bigfoot
Bigfoot saved from drowning in icy Siberian river
29 April, 2010, 13:51
A Russian hunter claims he has saved something that can only be described as Bigfoot from a frozen river in central Siberia.
Russian news agency Itar-Tass quoted a source in the administration of the Tashtagol district of the Perm Region as saying that the incident took place in April this year near the village of Senzaskiye Kichi. The village is located 140 kilometers away from the nearest human settlement and the only connection with its residents is by helicopter. The latest flight to the village brought back a written report about the encounter with the so-called Bigfoot.
The letter read that professional hunter Afanasiy Kiskorov together with several other hunters was fishing when they heard a loud cracking of ice and a howl. When they approached the source of the noise, the hunters saw an unusual creature described as “like a huge man covered in dark brown fur.” The creature was in the river, about 10 meters from the bank and it unsuccessfully tried to get out of the water and stand upright.
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Kiskorov rushed to the rescue and reached out for the drowning creature with a dry tree branch. “Bigfoot” then grabbed the branch, got onto shore, and walked away.
Authorities in the Kemerovo Region have repeatedly released stories of Bigfoot sightings over the past few years. According to them, those interested in cryptozoology could help to develop the Siberian tourism industry.
29 April, 2010, 13:51
A Russian hunter claims he has saved something that can only be described as Bigfoot from a frozen river in central Siberia.
Russian news agency Itar-Tass quoted a source in the administration of the Tashtagol district of the Perm Region as saying that the incident took place in April this year near the village of Senzaskiye Kichi. The village is located 140 kilometers away from the nearest human settlement and the only connection with its residents is by helicopter. The latest flight to the village brought back a written report about the encounter with the so-called Bigfoot.
The letter read that professional hunter Afanasiy Kiskorov together with several other hunters was fishing when they heard a loud cracking of ice and a howl. When they approached the source of the noise, the hunters saw an unusual creature described as “like a huge man covered in dark brown fur.” The creature was in the river, about 10 meters from the bank and it unsuccessfully tried to get out of the water and stand upright.
Read more
Kiskorov rushed to the rescue and reached out for the drowning creature with a dry tree branch. “Bigfoot” then grabbed the branch, got onto shore, and walked away.
Authorities in the Kemerovo Region have repeatedly released stories of Bigfoot sightings over the past few years. According to them, those interested in cryptozoology could help to develop the Siberian tourism industry.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Congratulations Mike Rugg!
Congrats to my friend Mike Rugg, curator, Director and proprietor of The Bigfoot Discovery Museum for being selected by Guyism.com as one of the top ten coolest roadside attractions in America.
Guyism.com is a website designed by men for men and this is what they have to say about The Bigfoot Discovery Museum:
Bigfoot Discovery Museum – Felton, California
Bigfoot, Sasquatch, Yeti whatever you want to call it, this mythical creature has been the star of countless blurry photographs and home movies. What better way to get all the… err facts? …about this giant ape than from the experts. The museum houses all kinds of odd Bigfoot artifacts from photos and movies to plaster casts and a guide on “How to Spot a Hoax.” Hours and days of operations may vary, after all these “scientists” do have a giant ape to capture.
Keep up the good work Mike!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Another Report From Pennsylvania
Stan Gordon of The Pennsylvania Bigfoot Society reports that a family in southern Westmoreland county reported hearing loud screams, growls, grunts and whooping sounds of a large animal moving around on their rural property. This took place night April 24th at 8:00 pm and again that morning at 3:00 am. Familiar with local wildlife, they report they never heard anything like it before.
If you look closely at the Pennsylvania map, you will see that Westmoreland county is just north of Fayette county.
Eric adds: Incidentally this took place about 7 miles to the north east of where the sighting report I recieved on Friday April 23rd at 3:00 am took place. Could it be the same creature? Sightings in Fayette County in 2009 and 2010 have been heavily reported and now moving into southern Westmoreland county now?
I have asked Eric if he feels the sightings are of the same creature, or if he feels there are more than one creature roaming the woods of southwestern Pennsylvania.
So far, no one knows anything for sure.
I really believe with all of the reports submitted within the past year, that there is something going on here.
If you look closely at the Pennsylvania map, you will see that Westmoreland county is just north of Fayette county.Eric adds: Incidentally this took place about 7 miles to the north east of where the sighting report I recieved on Friday April 23rd at 3:00 am took place. Could it be the same creature? Sightings in Fayette County in 2009 and 2010 have been heavily reported and now moving into southern Westmoreland county now?
I have asked Eric if he feels the sightings are of the same creature, or if he feels there are more than one creature roaming the woods of southwestern Pennsylvania.
So far, no one knows anything for sure.
I really believe with all of the reports submitted within the past year, that there is something going on here.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Bigfoot Has Arrived!
Fayette County, Pennsylvania.
In the past year there have been numerous sightings and reports coming out of this small area in western Pennsylvania. Too many to ignore.
The BFRO has reports dating from 1974 and the Pennsylvania Bigfoot Society has been actively investigating reports from as recently as this past Friday night.
Eric Altman, the Director of The PA Bigfoot Society reports the following:
On April 22, 2010 at 3:00 am a man was awoke to the sound of his dogs barking outside. He also heard a woman screaming. He thought his neighbor was beating his wife. He looked out his bedroom window and saw what he thought was a large but skinny dog walking around in his yard. The creature stood up on two legs and walked into the woods behind his house and into an open farmers field. He described the creatures as skinny covered in black hair and could see the arms swing as it walked.
This is just the most recent report coming from this area. Eric has been keeping very busy with his investigations and has organized and outing to be held in western Pennsylvania at the end of April.
It is exciting to us who believe that these creatures do exist, mostly because the sightings and reports are coming from citizens who have never given a second thought about the viability of such a creature, and the events occur without warning or active pursuit. They weren't looking for a Bigfoot. They were simply going about their normal routine when Bigfoot found them!
More updates as they become available. Happy Squatching!
In the past year there have been numerous sightings and reports coming out of this small area in western Pennsylvania. Too many to ignore.
The BFRO has reports dating from 1974 and the Pennsylvania Bigfoot Society has been actively investigating reports from as recently as this past Friday night.
Eric Altman, the Director of The PA Bigfoot Society reports the following:
On April 22, 2010 at 3:00 am a man was awoke to the sound of his dogs barking outside. He also heard a woman screaming. He thought his neighbor was beating his wife. He looked out his bedroom window and saw what he thought was a large but skinny dog walking around in his yard. The creature stood up on two legs and walked into the woods behind his house and into an open farmers field. He described the creatures as skinny covered in black hair and could see the arms swing as it walked.
This is just the most recent report coming from this area. Eric has been keeping very busy with his investigations and has organized and outing to be held in western Pennsylvania at the end of April.
It is exciting to us who believe that these creatures do exist, mostly because the sightings and reports are coming from citizens who have never given a second thought about the viability of such a creature, and the events occur without warning or active pursuit. They weren't looking for a Bigfoot. They were simply going about their normal routine when Bigfoot found them!
More updates as they become available. Happy Squatching!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Squatching Season on the East Coast
Squatching season is upon us!
Billy Willard and his gang are in the field as we speak! I hope the weather is warmer in Virginia than it has been here. I did not get a chance to listen to his live radio show, but I will listen to the archived show today.
Listen here
The official kick off to Squatching season begins on May 14th at the Ohio Bigfoot Conference. The Meet and Greet is on Friday the 14th and the Conference is Saturday May 15th.
Last year Don greeted over 450 guests and I believe that this year he will easily top 500.
We admit we aren't there to see Don, but he sure does throw a great party! ;)
I'm pretty sure there it will be standing room only on Saturday so get there early if you plan on getting a seat.
Monica and Melissa will be broadcasting live from the event with their internet radio show, The Grey Area. Be sure to tune in because there is nothing as fun as a live radio show, on location.
Billy Willard and his gang are in the field as we speak! I hope the weather is warmer in Virginia than it has been here. I did not get a chance to listen to his live radio show, but I will listen to the archived show today.
Listen here
The official kick off to Squatching season begins on May 14th at the Ohio Bigfoot Conference. The Meet and Greet is on Friday the 14th and the Conference is Saturday May 15th.
Last year Don greeted over 450 guests and I believe that this year he will easily top 500.
We admit we aren't there to see Don, but he sure does throw a great party! ;)
I'm pretty sure there it will be standing room only on Saturday so get there early if you plan on getting a seat.
Monica and Melissa will be broadcasting live from the event with their internet radio show, The Grey Area. Be sure to tune in because there is nothing as fun as a live radio show, on location.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Bob Saget's Strange Days
Several of my west coast buddies were recently involved with the filming of a new show starring Bob Saget of Full House fame.
I'm sure their expertise was put to good use! What an ensemble of Bigfoot researchers! In attendance were James "Bobo" Fay, Cliff Barackman, Tom Yamarone, Bart Cutino, Paul Graves, Michael Rugg and many more!
I'm excited to see the finished project!
Bart Cutino and Bob Saget
Photos courtesy of Bart Cutino
Here is the article that was printed in the Peninsula Daily News:
Article published Apr 15, 2010
TV star Saget learns about Bigfoot on Peninsula; stays at George Washington Inn during taping
By Diane Urbani de la Paz
Peninsula Daily News
AGNEW -- A Sasquatch scholar, a bald eagle and a television star gathered here on Sunday for a quick visit to one elegant house at 939 Finn Hall Road.
The background: Bob Saget, formerly of "America's Funniest Home Videos" and "Full House," is cooking up a new show for the A&E cable network.
"Bob Saget's Strange Days" delves into weird, wild stuff: biker gangs, partying Amish teenagers, mail-order brides, a survivalist cult -- and, of course, Bigfoot.
So out Saget came to the North Olympic Peninsula to peek at the West End woods and interview John Bindernagel, author of two books about the hairy creature supposedly living in the deep forest.
And since Saget wanted a nice spot to meet Bindernagel -- who came down from Courtenay, British Columbia -- he and his entourage found the George Washington Inn, a replica of the first U.S. president's estate in Mount Vernon, Va.
"He needed a location that looked a bit formal," said Janet Abbott, who with her husband, Dan, owns and operates the inn.
Videotaped at inn
Saget and a team of about 14 camera operators and producers spent about an hour at the George Washington on Sunday, videotaping a segment for "Strange Days," Abbott said.
There's nothing strange or spooky about the inn, to her mind. It's the great room that attracted Saget and company, with its stately atmosphere.
Then it just so happened that a resident bald eagle landed in a nearby tree and stayed long enough for Saget to have a good look at the symbol of America.
"We have eagles out here all the time," Abbott said.
They fit well, considering the George Washington Inn is the far-northwest counterpart to the founding father's house.
Built from 2006 to 2008, the bed-and-breakfast is faithful to the exact dimensions and exterior colors of Mount Vernon; it faces the Strait of Juan de Fuca as Washington's home overlooks the Potomac River.
A friend in Seattle tipped off Saget's producers about the George Washington Inn, Abbott said, and they phoned about five days before driving onto the Peninsula last Friday.
Sunday was Saget's last day here, and he was in a rush to catch a plane at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, added Abbott, so she got busy printing out a map for him.
"We heard a lot of nice comments," while the crew walked around the inn, she added, "and somebody said, 'We'll be back.'"
Late summer or early fall
The Sasquatch episode of "Bob Saget's Strange Days" will air in late summer or early fall, the producers told Abbott.
Meantime, Bindernagel -- the self-described "token scientist" in the show -- said he'll have another Bigfoot book out by June.
A followup to his North America's Great Ape: The Sasquatch, this second volume is titled The Discovery of the Sasquatch.
It will be available from Beachcomber Books, which is in the process of constructing a Web site at www.Beach comberBooks.com
I'm sure their expertise was put to good use! What an ensemble of Bigfoot researchers! In attendance were James "Bobo" Fay, Cliff Barackman, Tom Yamarone, Bart Cutino, Paul Graves, Michael Rugg and many more!
I'm excited to see the finished project!
Bart Cutino and Bob Saget
Photos courtesy of Bart Cutino
Here is the article that was printed in the Peninsula Daily News:
Article published Apr 15, 2010
TV star Saget learns about Bigfoot on Peninsula; stays at George Washington Inn during taping
By Diane Urbani de la Paz
Peninsula Daily News
AGNEW -- A Sasquatch scholar, a bald eagle and a television star gathered here on Sunday for a quick visit to one elegant house at 939 Finn Hall Road.
The background: Bob Saget, formerly of "America's Funniest Home Videos" and "Full House," is cooking up a new show for the A&E cable network.
"Bob Saget's Strange Days" delves into weird, wild stuff: biker gangs, partying Amish teenagers, mail-order brides, a survivalist cult -- and, of course, Bigfoot.
So out Saget came to the North Olympic Peninsula to peek at the West End woods and interview John Bindernagel, author of two books about the hairy creature supposedly living in the deep forest.
And since Saget wanted a nice spot to meet Bindernagel -- who came down from Courtenay, British Columbia -- he and his entourage found the George Washington Inn, a replica of the first U.S. president's estate in Mount Vernon, Va.
"He needed a location that looked a bit formal," said Janet Abbott, who with her husband, Dan, owns and operates the inn.
Videotaped at inn
Saget and a team of about 14 camera operators and producers spent about an hour at the George Washington on Sunday, videotaping a segment for "Strange Days," Abbott said.
There's nothing strange or spooky about the inn, to her mind. It's the great room that attracted Saget and company, with its stately atmosphere.
Then it just so happened that a resident bald eagle landed in a nearby tree and stayed long enough for Saget to have a good look at the symbol of America.
"We have eagles out here all the time," Abbott said.
They fit well, considering the George Washington Inn is the far-northwest counterpart to the founding father's house.
Built from 2006 to 2008, the bed-and-breakfast is faithful to the exact dimensions and exterior colors of Mount Vernon; it faces the Strait of Juan de Fuca as Washington's home overlooks the Potomac River.
A friend in Seattle tipped off Saget's producers about the George Washington Inn, Abbott said, and they phoned about five days before driving onto the Peninsula last Friday.
Sunday was Saget's last day here, and he was in a rush to catch a plane at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, added Abbott, so she got busy printing out a map for him.
"We heard a lot of nice comments," while the crew walked around the inn, she added, "and somebody said, 'We'll be back.'"
Late summer or early fall
The Sasquatch episode of "Bob Saget's Strange Days" will air in late summer or early fall, the producers told Abbott.
Meantime, Bindernagel -- the self-described "token scientist" in the show -- said he'll have another Bigfoot book out by June.
A followup to his North America's Great Ape: The Sasquatch, this second volume is titled The Discovery of the Sasquatch.
It will be available from Beachcomber Books, which is in the process of constructing a Web site at www.Beach comberBooks.com
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