Tonight we speak to Dan who has seen Sasquatch once and has a lot of strange things going on and around his property. We also discuss the Ruby Creek incident. Mrs. Chapman along with her children had a frightening encounter with a Sasquatch that broke into their home. What is interesting about this case is the amount of evidence collected from the scene
We have a great show tonight for our members. We will be speaking to Dan from KY who has a lot of activity going on his property. Also we will be reviewing the Ruby Creek incident! Stay tuned!
Original and amplified audio of a “Moan Howl” captured during the April 2013 BFRO Expedition in Iowa.
For two days in late October, 2013, an unseen vocalizer made loud moaning howls, whoops and wood knocks in the hills near Bruno, West Virginia. A local resident managed to capture four clips of that vocalizer with their cell phone, and those clips were quickly shared with the BFRO. This video spectrogram is an illustrated playback of the vocals captured in those clips. They are fairly to exceptionally clear, but head phones are recommended to achieve the best possible listening experience.
This happened to two friends and mine in August, 2007, twenty miles northeast of Highway 17, near the town of Iron Bridge, Ontario. It would probably help to describe the property that we were on. It is a 750-acre parcel with a forty-foot-wide river running through it. Extending out from this river at both sides are dense marshlands. There is a set of power lines that run through the property, commonly referred to as the “hydro-lines”, and there is a trail that runs underneath them, occasionally jutting out to either side.
The property has a wide variety of animals, including deer, bear, moose and a few ground squirrels. I haven’t had much time to actually check out all of this property for two reasons: the property is too immense to be fully covered, and the property has only been owned by my family for the last two years. That contributes to why I found it alarming to have a strange experience on only my third visit to the property.
THE ARRIVAL
On a Friday morning at 2 a.m., I picked up my two friends, Adam and Joe, and headed up I-75 toward the Canadian border in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. We arrived at the property around three in the afternoon. We dropped the trailer off at the cabin and unloaded the car quickly. I handed my friends the set of keys to the cabin so that I could head back into Iron Bridge before nightfall to get some beer while they unpacked everything.
That evening passed uneventfully. We enjoyed the beautiful views from the hill on which the cabin rests, built a fire, listened to my friend jam out on his guitar, and basically got drunk and swapped stories.
We woke up around eight in the morning and loaded up my Yamaha Rhino ATV, which basically looks like a golf-cart on steroids. We packed all of our fishing gear into the bed, leaving just enough room for my heavier friend to sit down comfortably. After firing the engine and putting it into gear, on a whim I decided to grab my 12-gauge rifle from the cabin. My friend Adam asked me if I was planning on fishing with it, to which I replied with a smile, “No. Wildlife protection.”
After a forty-five minute drive down one-lane trails, between huge stone formations and across dry riverbeds that still threatened to get the vehicle stuck, we finally arrived at a massive lake that my dad had found during his recent visit. We parked the Rhino, took the keys out, unloaded our gear and grabbed the shotgun, as I didn’t want any passerby stealing my weapon, even though there is absolutely no one near that city unless it’s winter and they’re on a snowmobile.
After fishing for the entire day and cooking our catch around lunch-time right on the shore, we noticed that the shadows were starting to come out and that we would only have another hour of daylight left. My friend Adam insisted that this was the best time to be fishing, so I let him do his thing while Joe and I loaded our gear into the back of the Rhino.
As I was securing my rods with a bungee cord, Joe poked me in the side and pointed at a ridge off to our right. “Do you think it’s a bear?” he asked.
FIRST SIGHTING
Unfortunately, I didn’t bring my binoculars with me, so I wasn’t able to get a great look at it, but it looked to me like a bear, most likely attracted to our delicious lunch that we had cooked a few hours earlier. It looked to stand about two-feet tall, black in color and relatively-wide shouldered. I then watched it drop below the ridge and shrugged it off.
When I told Adam about this, he quickly decided that it would be in his best interest to wrap up his fishing before this “bear” decided to get a closer look at us to see if we had cooked a fish for it as well. I also loaded my shotgun. We started the Rhino, loaded Adam’s gear and everyone piled in. I tucked the shotgun between Joe and the gear in the back of the Rhino and told him to keep it handy, because if it was a female bear with cubs, this could get ugly.
Joe later tells me that he noticed shadowy movement in the brush just behind where we were fishing as we were pulling away.
After heading down the trail for only a few-hundred yards, my friend Adam, who was sitting in the passenger seat, put his arm across my chest and instructed me, quite harshly, to stop. He then took the flashlight out of the glove-box and shined it off to our right saying that he noticed something moving quite quickly behind the tree line. I then shouted, “Then why did you tell me to stop!?” and promptly jammed the accelerator while telling Joe to hang onto the roll bar because I didn’t plan on driving leisurely back to the cabin.
STUCK
I took the Rhino all the way up to its governor at 40mph while we were passing between two large rock formations. Usually, wildlife doesn’t spook me, but having my friend tell me that he’d seen something moving quickly alongside us, I was starting to doubt that it was a bear. No bear will chase you when you’re driving a loud, half-ton vehicle loaded with supplies with its headlights and taillights on. This was confirmed after I took a turn around a blind corner too fast. I had forgotten that a heavily-rutted, muddy area was on the other side of the turn and the Rhino fishtailed slightly, luckily didn’t roll and stuck its rear end deeply in the mud. I put it in four-wheel, hit the accelerator and it didn’t move.
At this point, my friend Adam was shouting every curse word in the book, telling me that I’d gotten us stuck and that we were going to get eaten by a bear. I locked all the axles and still was unable to get it to budge, I knew we were going to have to winch it out. I jumped out of the Rhino without opening the door, instructed Adam to get the winch ready and grabbed the shotgun out of the back. Joe looked at me wide-eyed, asking me what the hurry was. I didn’t answer his question and told him to help Adam with the winch controls while I covered them with the shotgun.
Meanwhile, I didn’t notice anything moving around us, but it was pitch black and the engine was running on the Rhino, which would cover up the noise of any creature’s approach. “How’s the winch coming?” I yelled.
“We’ve got it hooked,” Joe yelled back to me. “Just need to get it moving. How’s it looking on your end?”
“Zero movement!” I yelled. Joe tightened the winch and the Rhino slowly pulled itself out of the hole that I had dug it into and back onto semi-solid ground.
That’s when I noticed it in the Rhino’s headlights.
THE CREATURE WATCHES
It stood about four-feet tall, was solid black and looked remarkably like a small person in a monkey suit. Its eyes did not produce any eyeshine in the headlights, and it didn’t move, but I could tell it was looking right at us. I took five steps forward, pumped a round into the chamber, which definitely got my friend’s attention, and ordered them to hurry up, in not the nicest words. Joe, who was working the winch controls had seen it in the headlights and yelled, “Holy ____! What the ____ is that? Is it a bear?”
The creature then squatted down low to the ground and began to rock side to side. This frightened me, as this is the first time I had seen it move and I interpreted that rocking motion as it letting us know that it knows that we see it. It wanted us to move again. I’ve noticed this before while hunting. Deer will often stop what they are doing, look at you and bob their heads up and down and stomp their feet in an attempt to get you to move again so they can get a better look at you.
Meanwhile, Adam turned around to look at us and saw me with the shotgun up to my shoulder and a very terrified look on my face. He then glanced ahead of us and screamed murder at sight of this thing hunched down low to the ground. I told him to pull the winch cable into the cab with us because it was going to take too long for the motor to wind up fifty feet of steel cable. I told him to get into the driver’s seat and that I would ride shotgun. Joe scrambled into the back of the Rhino and I sat shotgun with the door open and my seatbelt loose so I could lean out to the side to get the barrel past the windshield. I instructed him to drive slowly, as this creature was still squatting in the middle of the trail that we were on.
It seemed that when the creature noticed the Rhino rolling forward, it stood up to its full height, but still didn’t move out of our way. When we were about thirty yards away, I instructed Adam to stop and rev the engine in an attempt to get it out of the way. The animal was not intimidated by us, our vehicle or our loud “growl” from the engine. I fired a shot and it let out the most blood-curdling scream and dropped down into a hunched position. This scream started at a loud, deep growl and ended in a quiet clicking, “whiney” noise.
At thirty-yards, I knew that the small “00” buckshot pellets weren’t going to do much damage, but I hoped it would at least move the creature off the trail. It didn’t, so I racked the shotgun and fired another round at it. This time it screamed again and crashed through the tree-line off to our right. I’ve hunted bear before, and bear do not scream like this creature did.
“Drive!” I yelled. We got back to the cabin in record time, just in time for a massive downpour. I stood out by the Rhino with the shotgun while Joe and Adam rushed all of the essentials back into the cabin. We all slept in the main room that night, and none of us slept well.
AFTERMATH
The next morning, we drove to where we had seen and shot at the creature. I had brought my camera in case there were any prints. It had rained too hard the previous night, and everything had washed away. I couldn’t even find my spent shotgun shells as the water had swept everything away. Needless to say, we were very disappointed not to collect any evidence of this being’s existence.
We stayed the rest of the week and didn’t encounter anything else. We didn’t go back to the lake, and no one ventured out alone. We even went out as a group when one person had to use the restroom during the night. The shotgun never left our side, and we were constantly on edge. I often found Adam standing outside the cabin, scouring the horizon with my high-powered binoculars, looking for anything large and black moving through the woods or the marshland.
After speaking with a few locals at the gas station, they said that they had never noticed any creature that looked like our description of the creature; however, there had been Bigfoot sightings in towns to the north. Most people said that I had most likely saw a bear and were quite upset that I had shot at it.
What I had seen definitely wasn’t a bear. Bears do rise up onto their hind legs from time to time, but they do not run on their hind legs or go down into a squatting position. I plan on going up with my same friends this August to do some fishing and sightseeing. We plan on bringing more weaponry and cameras with us this time, though.
Source:Paranormal.About.com
On this edition, Dave Hallet is sharing one of his interviews done with Chris, from Washington State. Chris was present for a lecture by the late Dr. Grover Krantz, who gave his insight into the Patterson-Gimlin film. He will also tell of a couple of experiences he had in Washington State.
I interviewed Al Hodgson in 2005 for my book- Notes From the Field, Tracking North America’s Sasquatch. This is the whole video uncut. For those who may not know who Al Hodgson is, during the 1960’s when all the Sasquatch activity was happening at Bluff Creek, CA. Al owned the local store in the town of Willow Creek and was the one person all the major players in those events went to during that time. Al sort of “connected the dots” so to speak between people such as John Green and Rene Dahinden, Roger Patterson and Bob Gimlin, he personally knew Ray Wallace who later made claims of faking tracks, and Bob Titmus. He knew all the events that happened and the people who made history, but never received the recognition he deserved.
DATE: October 30, 2008
TIME: 0200 hours local
LOCATION: Haines Highway near Summit Mountain
NARRATIVE: “…We got going at 6:00 AM the next day, and by evening we had passed through Haines Junction, Yukon and were well into the BC
mountains as a snow-storm hit us. We slowed to about 15mph because the visibility at times was less than a hundred feet. Even so, at the height of land
near Summit Mountain, we slipped off to the right on a right uphill curve. We had seen no other traffic all night going either way, and had to try digging
out. It was dark, but we kept the car running and by the headlights and occasional moonlight we would dig out, move a few yards uphill, then slide off
again. This happened over and over for hours. It was sometime around 2:00 AM when Witness #2 called out and I noticed a dark manlike shape about
six feet tall watching us on the summit bluff about fifty yards away to the east. The bluff was a 20 foot cliff facing the highway with the round height of
land just behind it. The snow was reflecting light from the headlights and maybe patches of moonlight, I don’t know, but we could see it clearly enough to
know it was not a bear. It just stood watching us, standing in the snow about twenty feet above us, not moving or making any noise. I have no idea how
long it had been there watching us. Witness #2 ran to the car, and before I could react, grabbed a machete that we kept as a tool in the car ran to the
edge of the road and started waving it and screaming at the creature, trying to scare it off.
After watching Witness #2’s actions for only a few seconds, it turned to its right and I watched it walk away in the snow along the top of the bluff for
about fifty feet before disappearing over the flat summit. We talked about what it could have been for a minute or two, then we got back to work digging.
The snow was not coming down right at the time and we were making headway when, about five minutes later, another figure appeared, much taller than
the first. I would estimate the second creature to have been about nine feet tall and heavily built, with shoulders that looked three to three and a half feet
wide. It was dark-colored like the first and there was a breeze that was blowing its hair on the arms… the hair looked to be about eight to ten inches
long where I could see it blowing to the side. The creature was facing directly towards us and was bobbing up and down, in a way that, to me, looked
menacing, kind of like going from a crouch with hands close to the bent knees, then straightening up and down again. At no time did I see either of the
creatures go down on all fours, and at this point I could see the whole body of the big one right down to where the snow came to just below its knees. I
would best describe it as like a football linebacker bobbing up and down before blitzing. I got a distinctly uneasy feeling, and before I knew it, Witness #2
was going for the machete again and was starting in on his “scare-it-off” thing. I took one more look at the creature and called to Witness #2: “Get in
the car, now!”
He looked at me a moment and then got right into the car and we locked the doors. He was still holding the machete. I looked over and the big one was
still looking at us, crouching and bobbing up on the bluff. Witness #2 was extremely upset and was talking about having to defend ourselves. I just said to
him, “Look, there’s no point in getting all worked up the way things are. We might just as well sit tight and try to relax. If that thing wanted to, it could
easily just walk down here and rip the roof right of the car. Let’s just settle down, don’t even look at it, and maybe it’ll calm down and go away.”
“I reassured him as best I could and hunkered down behind the wheel. Witness #2 was curled up in the back. I remember saying a prayer for us. I did
look back out once briefly about five or ten minutes later, I’m not exactly sure how many minutes, but I do remember when I looked a last time, it was
gone.”
“After what must have been at least an hour in the car, we got back out and didn’t hear or see anything. We had been digging for only a few minutes
when lights came up the highway behind us, slowed and, just like us, slid off to the right. It was a small red truck, two-wheel drive, driven by a little
older woman with white hair. We were just getting her unstuck when a snowplow came up behind her, driven by an American who, I believe was
contracted to plow through to the Haines, Alaska side. He seemed to know the lady, because he said, “(Driver’s name of other vehicle), you know you
shouldn’t be out here in weather like this…” We saw her get up over the top of the highway and off down the other side, and the plow driver used his
blade to clear away all the snow on the stuck side and got us out too.”
“We made it down to Haines safely about forty-five minutes later, in time for a breakfast at a cafe and the early ferry. I had told Witness #2 we didn’t
want to be slowed down by talking about any of the events; I just wanted to eat without any delays and make the ferry. But one thing did happen that gave
me a bit of the chills. In a corner of the café, about three booths away there was a group of older men having coffee and talking. I could hear their
conversation and I heard them mentioning sasquatches. One of them commented to the effect, “yeah, they’re around… a couple was just talking about
seeing some of those critters up on top recently…” (Investigator’s Note: The term “on top” possibly refers to being on or near the summit of the Haines
Highway.)
“We made it home on the ferry safely, and that is my experience. Witness #2 has moved away and we don’t keep in touch. Going over the sighting, I did
not make out really clear details of the faces but will say that these were not bears of any kind. The legs, arms and hair on both were too long, there
were no ears sticking up on the top of the head, and they were wide–shouldered with the heads set low on the shoulders. The total time I watched the
first smaller creature was approximately thirty seconds. The larger creature stayed in view for about ten minutes. The details of the creatures as I
remember them are accurate to the best of my ability, although the estimates of distances might be a few yards off, and the heights may vary by a few
inches.”
INVESTIGATIVE SUMMARY: This report is courtesy of J. Robert Alley, Sasquatch Tracker Associate, Southeast Alaska Region. The two men
involved had purchased a new vehicle in Anchorage, AK and had visited Witness #1’s father in Willow, AK before departing for the Alaska Marine
Highway ferry at Haines, AK at 0600 on October 29, 2008. Once aboard the ferry, they would make their way back to their homes in Ketchikan, AK.
For those unfamiliar with the road system in Alaska, driving from the interior region of Alaska to the southeastern region of Alaska involves driving
partially through the Yukon Territory and the northern part of British Columbia, reentering the United States and then heading south via the ferry from
Haines, AK.
Witness #1 did not specify if the second sasquatch appeared in the same place as the first one.
Witness #1 made a reference to the BC mountains meaning he and the other witness had already driven the portion of the highway that passes through
the Yukon and were in the northern section of British Columbia within a few miles of the United States – Canada International Border which is
approximately 40 miles north of Haines, AK.
After recounting the encounter with Alley, Witness #1added, “Although neither of the creatures made any sounds that I could hear and we didn’t go
looking for tracks, I would say, having seen various TV documentaries on sasquatches, that on October 30, 2008 I definitely observed two sasquatches
beside the Haines Highway near the summit west of the highway north of Haines, Alaska and south of the Yukon.” Witness #1 has a signed affidavit
testifying to the details of his encounter on file with Alley in Ketchikan, AK.
http://www.sasquatchtracker.com/AKreports.html
Ginseng Hunters 1986 Bigfoot Encounter in Georgia…Forty-four-year-
I stood and stared at him three or four or five minutes and it was nothing like any bear I’ve ever seen,” David swore. The creature was content to stare back, panting heavily as if winded.
“I was frozen to the ground,” Brown continued, “I couldn’t move. I was afraid it would attack me.” He thought remaining motionless might prevent aggression from the bigfoot, but he was ready to “go up that mountain like a rocket,” if it moved closer to him.Brown took this singular opportunity to study the form before him. The face was “monkey-like” he thought, with a flat mouth and thick lips but no teeth. That convinced him that it was old, but “I think it could still eat me,” he added. Its left arm, which ended at a paw containing long fingernails which curved “like corkscrews in a knot,” appeared useless, and “something seemed wrong” with its left leg. This bigfoot had seen better days. The right paw had short nails and appeared functional. The animal was covered with locks of thick, long black hair, and Brown was unable to determine its sex.
Apparently finished with its own scrutiny of Brown, the bigfoot grunted, turned, and started down the ridge. Brown likewise turned, but he sprinted uphill.
“I’ve got bruises as big as half-dollars all over my legs where I slid on the rocks,” Brown admitted. “I went up that mountain in three or four minutes and when the deputy and I went back down there it took us 15 minutes. I guess I did go back up the mountain ‘like a rocket.’ I thought I was going to have a heart attack. When I got to the truck, I’ll bet I tried every key I had before I got it cranked.”Brown said that he vomited after the ordeal, not from the creature’s smell, which was revolting, but “because that’s how scared I was.”
He immediately reported the incident to the Chattanooga County Sheriff’s Office, but there was no evidence of the creature to be found.
.”I’d give anything if there had been somebody with me or if there would be any way to get a picture of it,” Brown lamented. He acknowledged that his account was “unbelievable. If somebody had come up to me and said they’d seen that, I’d have said, ‘You’re crazy!’ but I know what I saw!”
Brown swore that on future expeditions he would not be alone and would pack a rifle and camera, just in case. He reported that his seventy-year-old father had long suspected that something strange lived on the mountain, and his mother once saw something there that she could not identify.
Source: Bigfoot Seekers
After returning from a Midnight hike, we pulled the truck into our camp area. As my wife and a friend of our son (15 years old) exited the truck on the driver’s side (closest to the foot of the mountain we were camping at), something ran from our campsite and darted into the trees at the foot of the mountain. My son’s friend told my wife that it was probably the kids that had TP’d [“toilet papered”] us the night before when we were out on our midnight hike. However, they had left earlier that day. My wife and the boy then moved towards the mountain and heard something VERY large run (bipedal) and scale the mountain and run away from them. My wife immediately yelled my name (I had already exited the bed of the truck and started towards the camp). When I ran to the foot of the mountain and attempted to go up it (the boy had also started to climb) it was almost impossible. It was almost straight up, and the only way we could scale the mountain was by slowly pulling ourselves up by the limbs from the trees. My wife and the boy stated that whatever they saw was extremely fast and scaled the mountainside like it was nothing.
When I suggested to my wife that it could have possibly been a bobcat or coon, she stated no way. The figure was too big and it sounded like only two feet. (Man running)
As we hiked on the mountains the two nights we were there, we found MANY broken limbs at very high levels. 1-10 feet.
Sounds
Bipedal running up steep mountain.
Dark figure.
1:00 pm – 1 am, cold, clear – 2 days after full moon.
Tonight we speak to Pat from Oklahoma who had a couple of encounters back in the 1960’s and describes what he came across. We also speak to Melissa from South Carolina and has been investigating a property that has a lot of activity. She also describes some strange encounters with the police dept regarding Sasquatch. This is Part 2 for our members.
Tonight we speak to Pat from Oklahoma who had a couple of encounters back in the 1960s and describes what he came across.
We also speak to Melissa from South Carolina who has been investigating a property that has a lot of activity. She also describes some strange encounters with the police department regarding Sasquatch. Part 2 is coming for members
Thanks to Gord Olliver for sharing. Some of the facts written below have come out since he was a guest of ours back in October 2014.
Again, thank you Gord.
Click here to listen to Gord’s encounter on Episode 57. He is the second guest.
My name is Gordon Olliver and I had no knowledge of Sasquatch save for in search of
man in a monkey suit film done!
disregarded it
never thought of it again, and rode for 21 years in the mountains without even thinking they were out there, and scaring bears away like I didn’t care! They didn’t even phase me.
I became a mountain biker-so little bit of a background here.
I was driving home from work one day on the highway, when a gentleman pulled in front of me and we had a serious car accident. Created a lifetime of back problems
but also forced me into physiotherapy. That started the mountain biking, because riding an exercise bike was not going to get me motivated. So that led me to start getting into racing. Which got me into training a lot for mtn marathons.
And these races were held a lot of high altitudes, so I had to train at high-altitude.
That got me out alone, because I could never get anyone to ride with me, and if I did, I stood around all day anyway.
Now this is important.
My first years I was freaked out about riding alone, but as I got more confident, I just rode like I was king of that mountain.
I never had an issue with anything.
BUT, the first time I went to the deep back country with some friends,
I was leading the charge up the mountain really deep back-country trail about 175Kms out of Calgary and climbs up to about 8000 feet elevation. I was with two friends-one I sort of knew well
and one I just met, Laurie and Dave.
So, after pissing Dave off by making him climb 3000 feet up the wrong Mountain and the nastiest trail I ever tried riding, he did get an extra downhill but he was dead, completely, by the time we got to this last climb.
So, I stood around for a long time on the top of the mountain and after I yahoooood a high pitch wooohoooo, my entire switchback greasy push up that 3000 foot mountain to the teeny little pass.
It was deep trees for a about two thirds of the trail, very steep exposed trail hard to ride just push up. (Always rode it down after that)
It was wet from previous snow that had fallen 10 days prior and there had not been a single track horse, trailer, quad vehicle, or mountain bike.
Just animal tracks here and there. Mostly deer, never saw a thing. Kinda do remember not hearing much noise of birds, but I can’t really say if it was silent. I was looking out for grizzly bears, making noise hoping not to meet any was our plan. We were the first humans there in at least two weeks.
Saw a real cool cabin, halfway through the second trail that we did. We stopped, signed the guestbook and noticed the shipping container type bin made of corrugated steel, with the corner of it ripped open, from the bottom side, to the middle of one of the small ends of it. It had been pushed up sort of skyward about 4-5 ft, which had spilled out years of the metal garbage burned over a millennia.
All I thought was wow, that’s a pretty strong bear!!
So after I waited for about 20 minutes or so taking pictures and looking around, Laurie and Dave finally showed up to the top, and as soon as Dave put his bike down, he picked it back up, because I smell a bear, let’s get out of here. So I was ready to go-I jumped on my bike and said we’re done let’s get out of here! And then I started riding down the mountain. Laurie followed and Dave. I started to “Yahoo!” all the way down the mountain again I have a very high-pitched Yahoo! It’s like a siren, and I used it a lot earlier when I wrote because I thought that would scare away the animals. So when I have to explain the way I ride-I never stop. If you see a tree that you have to climb over it with your hands and knees? I’ll ride over it. I’ve had people follow me taking pictures as I climb up the mountain, even on close trails…hikers who would usually scream at me on a bike because I’m not supposed to be there, cheering me on because they can’t believe that they’re seeing what I’m doing. I’m a champion marathon biker.
I have four medals in Bow80, Bowness Nationals and Canmore 24Hrs of Adrenaline.
I was one of the best technical riders in western Canada.
Climbing DH cross country trials exposed Cliff faces, blah blah blah.
And I don’t like to put my foot on the third. If I can ride over a mountain without having to touch it with nothing but my wheels? I’ve won the day, and if I can do it faster than any other MF on the trail…so be it.
So, when I slammed on the brakes halfway down that trail for no reason,
I just stopped in one section because there was a buzzing in my head for a second, and I remember hearing it right off my left, coming down at me,
the low deep snarling cinderblock-grind sound. Growling, that was swaying side to side, I can never explain why it made me turn and look away to the right of me instead, and it just turned into the sound of water flowing. Fake sounding water, similar to a video game would sound like (it’s only thing I could hear that sounded similar), and then a wave of warmth rushed over me, and I just blocked out everything for 15 yrs.
I only recall hearing that water and then a big splash behind me and then it got suddenly really cold.
And I remembered the growling!
I turned and now I’m looking at Laurie beside me looking at me saying “what the f*** are you doing??”
And I’ve got only mesh first layer on.
I had my jersey, wind jacket folded into my stuffed pack, and I was trying to pack the rain jacket, that would never even fit by itself into that first generation Camelback. I just pointed to the loft and screamed “Growling!”
There is something swaying and growling right there!!
And we all shut up & went silent, and it was dead quiet. There was nothing.
Not a peep.
And Dave looks at me says,
“f*** you, asshole.”
And he clenches his fist, and looks like he’s going to smack me ” for trying to freak me out! ”
And Laurie sort of puts his hand up at him & says I believe him!
He then looks at Dave and says, “cause I’ve never caught this guy on a downhill!”
And also he knew I’d never do that to anyone in the mountains.
So I also did something I’ll never understand,
I said “okay guys get me out, I said, I’ll catch up to you
and I stayed in that spot!
I had to clean the shit out of my shorts in the creek and I could never understand how it got there.
Everything just let loose.
I still can’t remember it all.
I was so sick feeling, I’m embarrassed, so I got dressed real quick.
I felt like shit, and I couldn’t understand why.
Wasn’t altitude sickness cause I was ready for that elevation, and I wouldn’t have caught them if Dave didn’t have issues-cramps hit him bad.
So, in a few moments we were together and rolled onto a sort of clearing with scattered big willow bushes all randomly spaced, widely apart and the trail was just fresh wet mud, not a single track on it except for this one massive footprint and it was fresh.
Laurie said woah! Look at that!
And I stepped in the mud beside it and pulled my foot away and it was just as fresh as mine but it was 3 1/2 inches or so bigger than mine and we all just said that’s a big bear! A very big f***ing bear and it was just here let’s get the f*** out of here! Dave just rolls right through the footprint and says I don’t give a f*** if that thing kills me, my suffering is over! We laughed and followed him out we struggled back for the next 22 km over over and down Highwood pass.
I got home and told my kid holy crap, Corey what a day. We saw a bear tracks that were 3 inches bigger than my feet. My stepson Cory was 11 years old when I told him. Late September 2000.
He said holy cow that’s a big bear!!
Because Sasquatch never existed for me.
I only remember telling people about the growling A grizzly bear was swaying back-and-forth at me and you growling at me, guarding it’s kill?
Yeah right!
That was a grizzly bear?
Why did I stand there for 10 minutes and not get mauled?
I have come across a cougar, and I know what that sounds like in a tree, and I never heard that. I have heard cougars mating. Weeeeird!!
This was not that. In fact, Sasquatch never existed until Sasquatch Chronicles on the little tab on the YouTube under Stroud’s first Bigfoot episode when I heard Wes and Woody talk.
My gut hit the ground, and I started having a thump in my chest that I had that day.
While I was standing there, getting thumped by the growl.
It was just making me sick and I remember my heart hurting (felt like a five finger death Punch) but the growling turned into, water.
15 inch footprints and the swaying side to side.
Me undressing almost completely and packing my clothes, gloves, helmet, but yet that bear didn’t kill me? OoookaaY!
I never once remembered if it was silent that day.
I never knew anything about Bigfoot in my life.
That Patty? Monkey suit, and it was completely out of my mind forever. Until I heard the show.
Only recall one footprint, no claws.
Never smelled anything and completely disregarded the wall of a big metal container being torn open and pointing skyward. To me, Bigfoot didn’t exist.
If I was out there today, seeing all those signs, I’d be thinkin crap, we’re in a wrong place!
We rode 59 km climbed a boat 13,000 feet of elevation and rode over for mountain passes that day and all I remember was footprints 3 inches bigger than my feet and growling swaying at me with the sound of a grinding cinder block. No bears I have ever met smelled like that stinky stench of wet dog. I have smelled that at least 150 times. I have ridden almost 150,000 km in the back-country about two thirds of that at least maybe more, alone, and I have smelled the stench of wet dog.
It was mostly in the mornings, especially during that race when they were using the megaphone and playing music about half a kilometer away.
Also, late evenings. One time, we smelled it all day and I was with my girlfriend Valerie, who was two months pregnant but didn’t know it at the time.
I rode her bike up the mountain to where I’d leave mine. I then rode mine up, and ran down and grab hers again without letting her see me, because she was so scared. She kept saying something was stalking her just inside the fringe.
It was freaking her out and I kept telling her to just not worry because I was here and I was scaring it away by going “woo hoo!”
Wtf.??
On the way down the mountain, I was staying with her because she was still freaking right out, and something really big ran off into the bush. I said it was a deer to myself and I turned around, but I was freaked out because it was getting pretty dark.
So, when she saw me riding back up to her, really fast she stopped and said what’s wrong and I looked up and said, “bear.”
Without even thinking.
And she was wiped.
I was feeling like shit, but I didn’t want her any more scared than she was.
It worked and she got so pissed off at me she rode out of there like a champ. But I will never forget when I told her this. She actually said, you don’t remember me telling you about the growling at me, as I got down that one the corner with the big rocks?
I know exactly where she was talking about because that was about 100 feet above where I heard the thing rushing into the bush. I hadn’t talk to her in years!
But she remembers, and so do I, very well.
That horrible foul stink of dirty nasty wet dog just stayed with us all day long up the climb up Powderface Ridge.
The dream I had roughly January 5, I woke up choking in my sleep.
I remembered that black monster standing in front of me staring down at me in a brief memory.
It was pretty close about twenty ft.
It was black, not much hair of face, but dark eyes.
7 or so ft tall.
Wet muddy and not liking me.
Then, splash and it’s gone from my memory and my dream.
I’m just glad I didn’t have a full meal that night late. I was choking for about an hour with a burning throat.
I am now 100 Duralee percent convinced that I was hunted down that mountain after I called out to the animals. Whether they were just checking the outer ambushing I’ll never know. I’m still standing here but I was folding up my clothes when my friends showed up and saved my little white ass!
I know I’m forever known as the Mist Creek stripper, and that crazy ass Mr. Sasquatch which I initially thought was a growling growling grizzly bear story, did get me better results back then, but that would be lying. I don’t like making shit up. So if anybody wants to come stay in the cabin? I might not be going…
I clearly remember a boxy looking Sasquatch in front of me at the same time as one growling beside me, and he was way bigger than the one in front of me, because it was coming down at me. I really remember that mountain went down from me on that side.
The trail was the missed creek trail off of Highwood pass in the sheep valley in Canon ascus and sheep country wilderness area which is private land. There used to be a cool morning operation for one of the richest man in Alberta history. The owner of burns meats and they weren’t successful there. The area is spectacular backcountry the trail is very difficult to get to and by the time you’re there, you’re beaten to death.
We do a totally different ride now, and the floods of 2013 probably made the area so impossible to ride.
I fully intend to explore there this summer, and I haven’t been to the mountains since this memory came back. It all came back when I was listening to the Sasquatch Chronicles and the signs that were so evident in front of me, but were telling me all these different things. If that was a bear, I am dead. I’m sorry, there’s absolutely no way a swaying grizzly bear is going to stand there and watch me undress. I’m still trying to convince myself that it’s true because I’m having a hard time. We doubt ourselves, but I know…I know, this happened. I will swear it in any court in this country.
Gordon Olliver
49 years old
gold medalist 2006 Bow80
Cheers!
Gordon Olliver
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The Finding Bigfoot crew is headed to East Texas! This area of the Lone Star state, commonly called “The Big Thicket” is known for its bigfoot activity. Will Moneymaker and his cohorts be able to finally get some images of the elusive beast? They are looking for people who have had encounters in the area, so you might want to contact them if you have.
The crew of Animal Planet’s “Finding Bigfoot” is currently working in East Texas and is looking for people to share their stories of run-ins with the ape-like creature.
The producers say the show works because so many people have claimed to see a bigfoot and they are not limited to one location.
“Every culture has their own kind of ape man or primitive man legend and so it is very interesting,” said producer Sean Mantooth. “Our viewers are some of the best in the world. And they just want to know where bigfoot was, and they enjoy watching the cast and see what’s out there.”
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My daughter in-law saw a bigfoot cross the road in front of her on the way to work about 5:15 am on FM 10 out of Gary, Texas. She said it wasn’t a black bear and it was walking upright like a human. We called and talked to a local game warden to see if there had been any reported activity of such. He said there had been in the past months. This was all new to us. Because we haven’t heard of anyone seeing one in our local area.
5:00 am – Light fog.
Published on Mar 3, 2013
Description by witnesses:
Hey guy’s… We went back 4 days after the first video was posted and it was eating us up not knowing where the track’s might have led to. But when we went back a lot of snow melted and it was hard to find good prints, we did go up the mountain side follow tracks that seemed similar when we got to the top there we a lot of tracks going different directions some you cant see from the camera, the camera batteries were dying and so we took the tracks to the right and this is what we found, we don’t know what was laying there let us know what u guys think. We hope you enjoyed.. Thanks for watching.
Published on Mar 1, 2013
Description by witnesses:
Me and my brother were fishing at the south fork river on Feb – 26 – 2013 when sun down came we heard creepy noises like and owl and branches breaking coming from in the woods so we went to leave and saw these strange tracks it was dark so we went back up the next day to film it and see if they were something that may explain the stuff from the day before here is what we found.
Date: 02-17-15
Host: George Noory
Guests: Wes Germer
First Half: In November of 2012, Wes Germer and his brother lived through a life-changing experience when they were surrounded by a family of what they believe were Bigfoot/Sasquatch. Wes will discuss what happened during the freak encounter and how it changed him from a total skeptic into a researcher and investigator of this elusive creature.
http://www.coasttocoastam.com/guest/germer-wes/71439
Investigation at a farm where a family has had many encounters with Sasquatch’s