I started working on this upcoming show for members. I hope you guys enjoy it. Not only children have been the unwilling victims of Bigfoot or Sasquatch as we shall see when reading the tale of the strange case of Muchalat Harry.
The Nuuchahnulth or Nootka Indian tribes were whale hunting Indigenous people of the Pacific Northwest Coast of Canada living on the west coast of Vancouver Island. Muchalat Harry, a seasoned trapper who frequently spent long periods of time alone in the deep woods decided once again to venture into the British Columbian wilderness for several months of trapping. It was the fall of 1928 when Harry packed his supplies and paddled his canoe up to the mouth of the Conuma River and after making his way on foot about 12 miles upstream Harry made camp.
Harry was enjoying his excursion and slept dreaming peacefully at night waking refreshed and eager for whatever the next day would bring. But on one certain night no dream or premonition could have foretold the strange occurrence that befell him. Asleep by the campfire cozily wrapped in blankets, for it was the fall season, he felt his body being jostled, lifted, and shaken. His eyes opened in confusion. As he became aware of what was happening he was gripped by the sudden fear of the experience. He felt his body being picked up and carried away by a very large creature. Now Harry was strong and tough but try as he may he could not struggle his way free. As he tried to break the hold of the unusually strong arms that held him he saw the creatures face and realized his kidnapper was a very large Sasquatch.
He was not taken very far, probably about 2 or 3 miles and with first light, Harry found himself in what appeared to be a Sasquatch camp and he was the center of attraction. Being surrounded by some 20-odd creatures of all shapes and sizes, male and female alike, they stood starring at him as if to study him.
Harry was scared! This rugged mountain man was terrified! Cautiously Harry moved his eyes glancing around the campsite looking for anything that he mightbe able to use as protection. All he saw was a large number of bones scattered about the grounds, bones no doubt, left over from who or whatever had been eaten some time before. Harry knew that his bones would soon join them.
Curiously a Sasquatch moved toward Harry and tugged at the woolen underwear that he had worn to sleep the night of the incident. Others also stepped forward and grabbed at this strange thing that surrounded Harry’s body still unaware of what it was but they did not harm him they just continued to stare.
At one point during the day the creatures seemed to lose interest in Harry.They disassembled and went about their daily business. Harry searching for a means of escape quickly seized the opportunity and without looking back jumped up and ran as fast as he could barefoot through the woods. He ran for his life, past his campsite, straight to where his canoe was anchored 12 miles away at the mouth of the Conuma River and headed back to Vancouver Island.
About 3 a.m. on the following morning, Father Anthony, a Catholic missionary living at the time in the Nootka village, heard and was awakened along with other villagers by the screaming and yelling of a voice crying out from the waters near the village. Torches were lit and through the flickering light could be seen a torn and shattered man lying in his canoe. He was barefoot, cold, wet, and exhausted having paddled 45 miles non-stop from the mouth of the Conuma River. His almost lifeless body was carried to a safe warm place in the village and Harry was nursed back to health.
Three weeks had passed before Harry regained his sanity and was well enough to explain what had happened but he refused to tell anyone of his experience. Little bits of information had emerged during that time but not enough to piece together the full story. Feeling close to Father Anthony he later confided in him and revealed the details of what he had gone through. Oh yes, one more thing, over the three week period Harry’s hair had turned pure white.
Muchalat Harry never went back to retrieve his belongings at his campsite and Muchalat Harry never went back to the river or into the woods again.
Credit:http://sasquatch-research.weebly.com/the-strange-case-of-muchalat-harry.html
Mary W
I wonder what motivates them to abduct mr Harry . If it were food it seems that he would have dispatched him right away? Or we’re they merely playing with Thier food?
June P
Can’t wait!
Frankie P
This is going to be a good one! Such a teaser…
pam
This is one of my favorites, Wes! I like it better than Albert Ostman’s tale, at least for believability.
Harry never returned to the woods after his abduction; rings very true to me!
Irene A
Just to add a little different perspective…
http://theuncannyinvestigator.blogspot.com/2010/08/bigfoot-turns-hunters-hair-white.html
NW Mike
Interesting link Irene, but the writer is wrong. hair color can change spontaneously. A friend of mine’s hair changed from dark brown to blonde after the birth of her son. She was not coloring it. As I grew up I had strawberry blonde hair, then it went pure blonde. In my late 30s it started turning darker. I now have brown hair. I could see how a frightening event could turn your hair white, literally scaring the color out of you.
Cindy G
Looking forward to it!
brian s
WOW!!! Cindy you are a hottie.
Jeffrey H
brain s: That is so sweet of you brain s. I try to take care of myself, I eat well and I exercise a lot too! On top of all that, I get plenty of sleep and I drink 8 glasses of water a day! My question is, how did you know that I go by my middle name “Cindy”? Any hoo, thanks Hun!????
Robert P
Jeff who does your hair?
Jeffrey H
Robert P: Thanks for noticing my hair and asking who does it. I used to use “Just for Men” but I was getting the compliments that I’m getting now but since I switched to “Mr. Clariol for Men” my life couldn’t be better!
Tyler D
That’s awesome, I posted that you should do a show on Muchalat Harry after you did the show on Albert Ostman. The Muchalat Harry story is probably one of my favorite older accounts. It’s an amazing story that keeps you right at the edge of your seat
Debbie C
President Bush wife, Barbara,
In October 1953, had a daughter name Robin.
The child died of leukemia, leaving Barbara
and her husband devastated. It was during this traumatic time that Barbara’s reddish-brown hair turned prematurely white.
Extreme shock will change you.
Great story!
Frank S
I would be so lucky as to be kidnapped by a sasquatch. Still have hope.
Elaine C
I haven’t heard of this story before, looking forward to the show.