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In different areas of North America, people have found trees, big trees, that have been uprooted and shoved back down into the ground in an inverted position. Does bigfoot cause this, or is there some other explanation?

One photo on that site shows an upside down tree found on top of a ridge in Northern Colorado. It was located near an old burn area and the site says, “This is Sasquatch related activity mainly found in the West, Canada, and Alaska.” The upside down tree is estimated to be about 30 feet tall and looks as if it has been in that position for awhile. As noted on that site such a feat would require either machinery or a phenomenal amount of strength.

Big doings in ancient Texas. Several hours drive from this site where thousands of skeletons were found in the year 1900 buried in some ancient Texas city after some great deluge is Rockwall Texas named for a 20 mile long megalithic wall (or a natural one). See: Don’t Mess with “Prehistoric” Texas? Prehistoric, Megalithic Construction in the Lone Star State http://s8int.com/phile/page55.html
The giant skull at the top of this blog post was found in Victoria County, Texas in 1940. The headline included “Believed to to be the Largest Ever Found in the World”. The article claimed that the skull was two times normal sized. We included it here to because there were no pictures with the story below but it was also claimed that some enormous skulls were found at a site not too far away as the chevy pickup goes…Are any of these items, the giants an the rock wall connected? Who knows-but the history in your textbooks is probably far from accurate.

The Sunday Inter Ocean
September 28, 1900
Lost Race of Texas
Prehistoric City Near Galveston Engulfed by Tidal Wave

“Relics of a prehistoric race were discovered in Galveston Texas just previous to the storm that flooded the city.

Nearly 2000 human skeletons were found and scientists who examined the evacuations had just give an opinion that and ancient city had been submerged by tidal wave that drowned all the inhabitants when the calamity of centuries ago was repeated.

The bones were discovered in a search for relics for the archaeological exhibit at the Pan-American exposition which is to be held in Buffalo New York next summer. The skulls are beyond a doubt several thousand years old and the character of the people who occupied the coast of the gulf at this period is an interesting subject for speculation.

Whoever they may have been and whenever they may have lived the remains found show beyond a question that some terrible outbreak of a nature causes the sudden death of thousands of these ancient people and their burial in the strata where by chance they were exhumed by the people of a far distant age.

It was a very short time ago that the evacuations were begun which resulted in the singular an extraordinary discoveries. The finding of the remains in the first place was quite accidental. H.J. Simmons superintendent of Arizona and New Mexico railway was making evacuations along the lines of the railroad near Clear Creek, Galveston County when bones were found in the earth removed.

On examination of the contents of the steam shovel skulls and human teeth were noticed and further search lead to the discovery of skeletons of whole families together with ivory beads and other objects of human handiwork. Realizing the valuable and scientific character of the discovery a systematic search of the strata in the vicinity was made.

Geologist say that the whole section of the state was once covered by the Gulf of Mexico. The idea at once came to Mr. Simmons that in the far distant ages a tidal wave had occurred at the time the golf covered more of that part of the country then at present and that these bones were the remains of thousands of human beings who had been drowned in the overflow of the waters of the gulf. His story was later upheld by leading scientists.

Evidently these people were not mere barbarians living in temporary abodes and having no permanent abiding places. The number of the skeletons in their close proximity to one another in indicates that there existed here a populist community and that in some faraway age a people devoted to the pursuits of industry and more or less skilled in the arts we’re here living in the city having institutions of government and social customs and some degree of civilization.

…….Skulls of Great Size

Some of the skulls of these prehistoric Texans were of enormous size and the majority of them had rather low foreheads. A singular fact observed was that while all of the teeth were considerably worn showing the use of hard food and the age of the persons there was in no case the slightest indication of decay a quite different situation from that observe in relics of more modern but still pre-prehistoric Indians among whom dental caries is comparatively common.

Several thousand skeletons were removed in the process of evacuation. 1500 were actually counted in the first part of that evacuation and doubtless several thousand more were removed. As a rule they were soft and damp when they were first uncovered but many became fairly hard after being exposed a while to the sun. No bones of children were found and this was accounted for by the supposition that they had all decayed

…The situation of this remarkable archaeological discovery was a deposit of shell gravel and sand in a bank consisting of all about 30 acres nearly surrounded by Clear Creek. This deposit consists of seven distinct strata each about 3 feet thick and between each stratum there’s a deposit of silk or earth from a quarter of an inch to an inch of thickness. On top of the bank the soil was almost 8 inches deep and large live oak trees grow thickly over it. It was one of the last places to which one would go looking for the remains of a prehistoric race.

No two of the strata are exactly alike some having a larger percentage of gravel and others and the shells also vary.

The exhibit of these bones in ethnology building of the Pan-American exposition at Buffalo will be a most valuable one in view of the wind interested cited by the fate of thousands will pierce recently in the same part of the country in the same way.”

A puzzle for the “antiquarians was that the bodies were found in abundance in one level and then again in another level 21 feet lower causing some to suggest that perhaps there had been two “tidal waves”. S8int.com

http://s8int.com/2015/01/Lost-Ancient-Race-of-Texas-Some-Enormous-Individuals-Thousands-of-Skeletons-Found.htm

No one knows that better than the people who are sure they’ve seen Bigfoot in Colorado.
9NEWS reporter Colleen Ferreira and photojournalist Matt Michela talked to a woman who is sure what she saw.

Creature Weekend’s 3rd annual Crypto-Conference returns May 1-3, 2015 at Salt Fork State Park Lodge and Conference Center in Ohio. They recently released the info on this year’s guest speakers. Check it out:

NICK REDFERN

Nick Redfern is the author of many books on cryptozoology, including Monster Files; There’s Something in the Woods; Monster Diary; Wildman; and with Ken Gerhard, Monsters of Texas. He writes for Cryptomundo and Mysterious Universe. Nick has been on many expeditions to Puerto Rico in search of the Chupacabra, and has investigated reports of big cats in the UK, and lake monsters in the United States. He can be contacted at his blog: http://nickredfernfortean.blogspot.com

KEN GERHARD

Ken Gerhard is a widely recognized cryptozoologist who has been referred to as a real life monster hunter. He has searched for evidence of mysterious animals and legendary beasts around the world, including Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, the Chupacabra, Winged Creatures and even Werewolves.

Born on Friday the 13th of October, Ken has traveled to 26 different countries on six continents and has visited most of the United States. He has authored four books on the subject of cryptozoology.

In addition, Ken has appeared on over a dozen Tv shows, including Monster Quest, as well as other programs on the History Channel, National Geographic, Travel Channel, Syfy, A&E, TruTv, Nat Geo Wild, Science Channel and Destination America. He is a regular guest on Coast to Coast AM.

CHAD ARMENT

Chad Arment has been involved in cryptozoological research for over 20 years. His research is focused on lesser-known mystery animals, historical surveys of North American cryptids, and the scientific methodology behind cryptozoology. Chad operates Coachwhip Publications (CoachwhipBooks.com), a print-on-demand book publishing venture, that publishes several cryptozoology titles and other authors. Chad’s published works include “Cryptozoology: Science & Speculation”, “Historical Bigfoot” , “Varmints”, “Boss Snakes”. Chad will be moderating the Saturday Morning forum discussion on Mountain Lion Sightings in the Ohio area and other parts of the Northeastern United States. [Check the schedule here for times]. He will also be giving a presentation at the Friday night dinner with the speakers about lesser known cryptids. At the end of his presentation, he will be giving a primer for aspiring cryptozoology authors on how they can get started publishing their own books on Cryptozoology and how to avoid the common mistakes that new authors make! This is a unique opportunity that you will not want to miss!

For complete conference info and updates, head to the official site

http://www.creatureweekend.com/

People think seeing a Sasquatch is a new phenomenon. Witnesses today express feeling like if they discuss what they have seen or heard people will think they are crazy. Here are some historical accounts:

1864 Fraser River canyon, BC
Alexander Caulfield Anderson
Fur trader and party attacked by ‘hairy humanoids’ which threw rocks at them.

1869 Orestimba Creek area, CA
Hunter watched Man-beast swinging lighted sticks from his fire.

1879 Williamstown, VT
Two young huntsmen
Red-haired creature chased witnesses after being shot at.

1885 Lebanon, OR
Mr. Fitzgerald & others
Hunters saw hairy ‘man’ eating raw deer flesh

1894 Deep Creek, KY
Jack Agee
Saw man-beast which raided farms was tracked to cave.

1895 Delamere County, NY
Peter Thomas
‘Wild man’ seized traveler’s horse, killed it and dragged it away.

1899 Headwaters of South Sixes River, OR
Prospectors named Robbins & Benson
Saw 6½-ft, yellow-furred ‘devil’ push camp gear off cliff; ran away when shot at.

1900 Sixes River area, OR
William Page & Johnnie McCulloch
Miners saw 9-ft hairy ‘animal-man’ drinking at stream.

1900 Kildeer Mtns, ND
People in sleigh
Saw large man-like animal which first ran towards them, then ran off through snow leaving huge manlike tracks.

1904 Vancouver Island
A.R. Crump, J. Kincaid, T. Hutchins, W. Buss
Hunters in uninhabited area saw young, hairy ‘wild man’ with ‘long matted hair and a beard’ who ran off at speed through impenetrable undergrowth; had also been seen by others in past few years.

1907 Bishop’s Cove, Vancouver Is.
Villagers scared by hairy ‘monkey’ which dug clams and howled on beach at night.

1909 Chehalis Indian reserve
Peter Williams
Man-like animal chased witness home and then pushed against walls of wooden house.

1928 South Bentinck Arm, near Bella Coola
Several trappers reported seeing and shooting at Man-beast, which fell; witnesses did not stay. Earlier had found excrement covered by moss.

1930 Kwaltwa Kitasu Bay, Swindle Island
Tom Brown
‘Hairy giant’ seen in shallows at night; screamed when shot at, but no body to be found next day

1936 Morris Creek near Harrison River
Frank Dan
‘Hairy giant’ threw rocks at witness’s canoe.

June 10, 1934

Hairy Tribe Of Wild Men in Vancouver Survivors of Race, Believed Extinct, Are Reported

VANCOUVER, B.C. – (U.P.) – Reports that survivors of the tribe of wildmen known as “Sasquatch,” a race of ferocious hairy giants, who dwelt in caves in British Columbia years ago, still are roaming the rocky wilds near Vancouver, have been revived here. The wildmen are described as “hairy giants, nine feet tall, with a ferocious appearance and demeanor.”

Mrs. James Caulfield, living on a farm near Harrison, B.C., is the latest to report seeing one of the giants. Mrs. Caulfield relates that she was washing clothes in a river when she heard a buzzing sound similar to that made by a humming bird. “I turned my head,” she said, “but instead of a bird there stood the most terrible thing I ever saw in my life. I thought I’d die for the thing that made the funny noise was a big man covered with hair from head to foot. He was looking at me and I couldn’t help looking at him. I guessed he was a Sasquatch so I covered my eyes with my hand, for the Indians say that if a Sasquatch catches your eye you are in his power. They hypnotize you. I felt faint and as I backed away to get to the house I tripped and fell. As he came nearer I screamed and fainted.” Mrs. Caulfield’s screams brought her husband running out of the house just in time to see the giant run off into the bush.

On another occasion two canoeists reported that the giant saw them paddling down a river and started hurling rocks at them.

A story from the 1800’s
There are many tales of strange happenings in the forests and woodlands of Oklahoma. Many of the folk have stories about haunted woods, strange beasts out in the woods, and “spooky” noises. There are legends, folktales and family histories where screams in the night have been handed down from family member to successive family member.

Hamas Tubbee was an unusually large man, even for a Choctaw Indian. His father, Hanali Tubbee stood two inches over eight feet in height and weighed five hundred forty pounds. Hama and his six sons stood about a foot shorter than Pahlumi, or “father” Tubbee.
They were large, exceedingly strong, fierce warriors. Hamas and his sons were the point riders for a troop of Choctaw cavalry known as the “Lighthorsemen”. Many in the Choctaw Nation thought it humorous that such large men, riding draft horses, refered to themselves as “Lighthorsemen”. Tubbees men experienced something which none would ever forget.

This day’s assignment was to flush out some bandits that had been preying upon the local farmers. A thirty man troop would be going into an area which later in the “state” of Oklahoma became the “McCurtain County Wilderness Area”. These bandits had been not only taking large quantities of corn, squash, and beans, but had as well been taking very young children. This thievery had been taking place across the border in Arkansas as well as in Indian Territory. The captain of the troop of Choctaw cavalry was a man named Joshua LeFlore. Captain LeFlore was of mixed blood, part French, part Choctaw. The men deeply respected him. Joshua LeFlore was impeccably honest and wasbrave to a fault.

The men had been traveling horseback non-stop since three o’clock in the morning. They began their assignment at the tribal capital in Tuskaloma and when they finally came to the Clover River, they let their horses eat and the men decided to rest and eat as well. Non-stop riding for eight hours, having to lead their horses across Little River, and the hot July sun were taking a toll on the men and their mounts. When some time had passed, Captain Josh gave the order and the men remounted and they began the last leg of their trip. At or around 4:30 in the afternoon, the troop came to the edge of the area which the bandits were supposed to be inhabiting.

Captain Josh signaled with uplifted hand that the troop should come to a halt. Standing in his stirups, Captain Josh utilized a ship’s eyepiece [telescope] and promptly turned to his men and gave the command for a full armed charge. The distance between the suspected bandits and the troopers was about five hundred yards. The Tubbee men and captain Josh were at the front of the charge and as the thirty men and he neared the thick, pine forest where the bandits were, two things took place at once… The stench of death assaulted both men and horses, and the horses became uncontrollable.
Horses were rearing, pitching and throwing riders. Captain Josh and the seven Tubbee men were the only ones in the troop whose mounts were disciplined enough that they continued to obey their riders and continued to charge in the midst of the bandits.
When the eight men met with the “bandits” they were totally unprepared for what greeted them. The clearing behind the inital tree cover was actually a large, earthen mound. Strewn about the mound were numerous corpses of human children in varying stages of decay. Most of the bandits had fled, but three really large, hairy ape-like creatures remained at the mound. Captain Josh drew his sabre and with pistol in hand, sabre in the other, charged the huge monsters.

The nearest monster killed Captain LeFlore’s horse with one blow of its massive hand. The monster never flinched as Captain LeFlore poured bullets from his Patterson’s Colt revolver into the beasts chest. After emptying the revolver into the monster, Captain Joshua continued to press the attack with his sabre. Many times did the sabre meet with the brute’s flesh and many times did blood spew from the gaping wounds on the beasts body. So quickly did this engagement take place that the Tubbee men had barely enough time to take aim at the three monsters before one of the beasts flanked the Captain and literally tore off Captain LeFlore’s head.

There was not time for any sort of delay due to shock. The Tubbee men opened fire upon the three man-beasts. Seven 50-caliber Sharp’s buffalo rifles impacted the three simian appearing brutes at the same time. From years of routine and practice, all bullets smashed into the three monster’s heads. six rounds were fired into the heads of the two monsters which were the culprits that killed their beloved Captain. Only the youngest Tubbee; Robert, had the presence of mind to put a bullet into the head of the third monster.

A legend was born that day. Robert Tubbee, 18 years of age, all six feet eleven inches, three hundred seventy-three pounds of him, chased down a wounded man-beast and finished the beast off with only his hunting knife. By the time the other six Tubbee men caught up with Robert and the monster, Robert had already decapitated the beast. Holding the head aloft with both hands, Robert let out a primal scream which made even the Tubbee mounts panic.

The “light-horsemen” gathered their mounts and surveyed what was before them. Absolute carnage littered about the clearing. The partially consumed bodies of nineteen children lay upon and about the mound. The stench of decaying bodies was bad enough, but the over-powering odor of the man-beasts’ urine and feces was more than the strongest stomach could endure.
After retching violently, the men of the troop buried the bodies of the children in nineteen small graves, buried their beloved Captain, and as a matter of respect, gave him a twenty-one gun salute.

They built a large bon-fire, placed the murderous man-beasts upon it, and lit it. As they rode back into Tuskahoma each man struggled with emotions and thoughts he never before imagined.

On June 14, 1969, six year-old Dennis Martin, his two brothers, and a cousin were playing a fun game of hide-and-go-seek as his father and grandfather talked nearby in the grassy area of Spence Field, a meadow which serves as a “crossroads” for several trails in the higher elevations of the Great Smokey Mountains National Park.

Three boys went one way, little Dennis opted to hide behind a bush. A few minutes later, the three boys jumped from their hiding places and frightened the grown men. It was supposed to be a joke, but the pounding of the hearts would never subside.

Dennis Martin, just six days shy of his seventh birthday, was nowhere to be found. He hasn’t been seen since despite the diligent efforts of law enforcement, the National Guard, Green Berets from Fort Bragg in nearby North Carolina, and thousands of volunteers whose search lasted through mid-September 1969.

The disappearance of the young boy slowly faded from the area headlines until October 8, 1976, when sixteen year-old Trenny Gibson seemingly vanished into thin air while on a hiking trip with her Bearden High School class. Although Trenny was walking alone, there were groups reportedly behind and in front of her but no one claimed to have seen anything – especially not an abduction. During the search for Trenny, scent dogs followed her trail to the highway before it was lost.

Again thousands of volunteers as well as military personnel spent months searching the mountain terrain for the teenager but it was to no avail. Treeny was gone without a trace.

Just as it was with Dennis, the missing Treeny began to slowly fade away from the headlines when suddenly 58 year-old Polly Melton of Jacksonville, Florida, disappeared while hiking with a couple of friends on September 25, 1981.

Polly, said the friends, was a smoker, overweight and suffered high blood pressure so they found it odd she was walking at such a brisk pace several yards ahead of them. Overhearing the comments, Polly turned and laughed before she went out-of-sight as she descended a hill. Initially her hiking companions believed she had went back to their campsite but upon their return they learned such was not the case.

Like Dennis and Treeny, Polly vanished without a trace, never to be seen again.

This time when the headlines became fewer, there would not be another one to revive the stories. Over time their disappearances have become something of urban legend to visitors, and especially residents, of the Great Smoky Mountains. Not only does the failure to locate the missing leave much to the imagination but no evidence whatsoever of who, or even what, could be responsible makes the stories fantastic.

Are these three a victim of an unidentified serial killer? Although it would not be the usual modus operandi, victims of such varying ages and even gender isn’t outside the scope of possibility for a serial killer. But why were there no other victims? It’s always possible the killer moved from the area or died, I suppose.

In his book Missing 411, Paulides summarizes newspaper articles about persons missing from U.S. National Parks, including the Smoky Mountain Missing trio. Paulides calls out the lack of suspects as one of several reasons why he theorizes a Bigfoot is responsible for the missing.

Dennis Martin was a young boy fairly familiar with the area, living in nearby Knoxville. His family spent a great deal of time camping and hiking the Great Smoky Mountain park trails. He was energetic and fearless. It wouldn’t be outside the realm of reality for a six year-old to explore and become lost. Not to mention, children that age have a knack for finding the oddest places – places adults would never think of.

Trenny Gibson had walked on-and-off with friends during their field trip but the area from where she disappeared is known for its steep incline, sharp drop-offs, and dense undergrowth. Some locals also claim there are abandoned mine shafts whose openings are often covered with brush and easy to fall into. Those are definitely things to consider.

Then there is Polly Melton. She had been suffering bouts of depression following the death of her mother a few years before. Her doctor had prescribed her Valium to help ease the depression. Polly had supposedly stopped taking them by the time of her disappearance but her husband later reported his prescription for the same medication couldn’t be found. And Polly’s husband told police he suspected she was having an affair.

But Polly disappeared without her identification and, being unable to drive, she had no keys. Of course, if such were the case, Polly wouldn’t be the first person to skip out with no ID, with a paramour, from a predetermined meeting place in hopes she would be classified as a “victim” rather than a marital deserter.

Truth is, it’s been more than 40 years since little Dennis disappeared and almost 32 since Polly vanished, we’ll probably never know what happened – short of a miraculous discovery.

The Grays Harbor Sheriff’s Department tell KXRO that a 65 year old hunter is overdue following a weekend trip to Donkey Creek. Joe Calimlim was last heard from when he called his wife around 9 am on Friday, saying he had just arrived at the “Donkey Creek Area.” Joe was seen at a Hoquiam gas station earlier that morning, driving a silver 2008 Chevrolet Avalanche, WA Plate – B52448G. The pick-up is lifted and is a “No Fear” dealer package with No Fear decals. There is also an NRA decal on the back. The truck has a cover over the bed. Joe had said that he planned to spend Friday night in a Hoquiam hotel, but did not. His wife said that it is unlike him not to call daily. Joe is of Philippine descent, 5’6″, 190 pounds, with brown eyes and very short black hair (shaved bald on Thursday).

**Update**
A post mortem examination was conducted on the body of Joe Calimlim, a Seattle man in Grays Harbor to hunt near Donkey Creek. He was reported missing by his wife after he failed to check in, and his body was found by a Forest Service employee. Grays Harbor Coronor Lane Youmans says that the cause of death was due to positional asphyxia and arteriosclerotic heart disease, when a section of a nearby tree broke off and pinned him.

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Strange story, watch out for portions of nearby trees randomly breaking off and pinning you

12/4/2012

Witness Observed:

Night, dark clear, road traffic was light. I was traveling west bound, headlight on bright.

Three creatures, two were adults and a young one. I saw them traveling from left to right, the adults were near the yellow line in the hwy, the smaller one was about three steps behind the large ones.

The two large one went right over the fence to my left with very little extra effort, like a large high stride. the smaller one, use the right hand on the fence post and jumped the fence.

I was about 5 car lengths away from the smaller one.

Follow Up:

Spoke with witness twice via phone. Former military and quite precise in recollection. It was a matter of fact recounting of events. Everyone knows they are around these parts, just not spoken about in public. His feeling was that he saw a family unit. Male, female, and juvenile. The male, and lead creature, was a dirty brown color. The second or “female, less masculine” one was in the middle, and juvenile was last. Male was estimated to be no less than 6.5-7 ft. tall. Very bulky and super wide at shoulders. The second one was just smaller overall and he just felt it was “feminine” due to lack of bulk and overall size difference. Juvenile seemed to be 4-5 ft tall. They were “walking with purpose” as though they had a set destination in mind. They did not look back at him, nor hurry their gait just because he was there. The entire event was between 5-8 seconds. It was a 2 lane highway, at least 20 feet from shoulder to shoulder, and the male crossed the road easily in 4-5 steps. He went back and stepped it off at a later time and he had trouble coming close to that stride without maybe pulling a muscle. I have no reason to doubt this witness.

In the late 1970s while working for the BSA at Camp Steiner (the Mirror Lake area) I encountered what I believe was a Bigfoot.

On Monday & Friday nights at the Scout camp, there was always a Camp wide campfire held on the far side of the lake. Two large fires would be built and a program offered for entertainment, recognition, and education. The camp sits in a beautiful bowl and there is a natural Echo there …. We (the camp staff) used this echo to great advantage at the Friday night close of the campfire program, by playing “Taps” on multiple trumpets stationed around the lake.

I played a trumpet back then, and frequently got the mission of hiking to a point, distant from the campfire bowl and awaiting a flashlight signal to start the Taps Echo…. Id see the signal, play the first few bars of the tune, and across the lake another horn would join in, the echo’s would come back to us, producing what sounded like Taps in 4part harmony. It was on one of these occasion’s, that I would experience an event that dramatically changed my perception of, or at least the way I view, the unexplained….

Un known to me at the time others in the area were sighting this creature, and reporting what they saw. One report, from a Greyhound Bus Carrying 42 passengers had made the local paper at home and the clipping describing their event was already in the mail to me, & I would read it a few days later at mail call.

As the campfire program was coming to a close for the night, I gathered up my trumpet and alerted my friends on the staff that I was aware of the time, & on my way to a small rock ledge that jutted out into the lake about 200 yards from the campfire bowl. There were at the time approximately 350 scouts and adult leaders assembled there. of some note, it ought be mentioned, that the program is NOT a quiet one, there is singing, laughter, and all manner of noise at a scout campfire! it was a typical Uinta night, crisp and clear, with acceptable star light to navigate with. (we preferred to set off this echo with out giving away our movement to the scouts,) & another trumpet player had departed the fire about 20 min before me, heading the opposite direction along the shore.

Arriving early at the rock ledge at the waters edge, I could see the light of the two dying fires back at the bowl. surrounded by water in front of me, and tall pines and a steep glacial slope behind me, the width of the footpath separating the two elements, I began to silently blow warm air into my horn to warm it up. I watched and waited for the signal, timed to the camp directors closing challenge to the assembled scouts to, “always do a good turn daily” ( Flash flash and the trumpets would sound~ Da dat Daaaaaaaaaa….)

Have you ever been “stared at” from behind? that uncomfortable, “somebody’s watching me feeling”… the intangible sensation of another’s eyes upon your back, that becomes so powerful, that you turn to meet the persons gaze instantly? That is what happened to me, standing on that little rock ledge in the dark…. I became uncomfortable as I waited… something was out there… there had been reports of a Cougar near camp, but I dismissed that out of hand given all the noise… the possibility of another scout, lurking on the hillside above me came to mind, a would be witness to the camp staffs subterfuge, but no…. it didn’t feel like that … Something, was LOOKING at me, thru me, into me… The hair on my neck began to raise…. I turned towards the trees, a scant 8 feet behind me… And SAW it.

Standing between to widely spaced trees on the opposite side of the path, hands grasping the slender pines, stood a creature My mind could not wrap around… I felt a mixture of sheer terror and wonder… So sudden into my life, was this Omnipresent undeniable creature standing before me , I was paralyzed… I couldnt move….

The creature I saw, Towered over me. (Im 6ft1”) Id say “he” was 8ft tall…. he was dark in color, heavy in body & bulk, hairy, (so much so that I could perceive hair hanging down from his arms as he grasped the trees) and he was swaying back and forth from left to right between the tree trunks in his hands. I instinctively knew that this thing “could” toss me around and break me in half with little effort, but it made no aggressive move towards me.
I looked straight into this things eyes and he back into mine… there was a soul there in my opinion.

Then, from the corner of my view I saw the flashlight signal from the campfire,… distracted from this unfathomable thing before me by an outside light, (I really cant explain what went on in my mind at that moment) I lifted my horn to my lips, and decimated the silence, with the first loud clear resonant note that began the tune called Taps, and the creature disappeared , vanishing behind the darkness and the trees on the hillside above me.

There are those who question why I didn’t get a plaster cast of a foot print…we searched and found none. For the same reason 300 scouts a week are hard pressed to make a single cast of a deer print there… the area is a glacial carve out, and castable deep prints In the immediate area are not as available as one might suspect

I Know what I saw…. I know there are those who wont believe me… the duration of my contact with the creature lasted about as long as it did for you to read its description. The story Ive just told is true, and is my first person account of what I believe to be a genuine Bigfoot sighting in the Uintas .