A listener writes “In 1974, my mother, my brother and I lived in Sacramento, Ca. In April 1974, we went on a trip up the coastline during which we visited multiple beaches and camped along the way. I remember playing on the beach, collecting driftwood, and being afraid of the powerful waves of the ocean.
We had a 1967 GMC club van with a rear seat which folded out into a bed. This is where we slept as we camped. One of the places we stayed is at Patrick’s Point State Park. What I remember about that place was the campground being way uphill from the beach, and the place was surrounded by redwood trees and was scenic and beautiful. We went to sleep that night in our van. My mother was on the driver’s side. My brother was on the passenger side, and I was in the middle.
Sometime in the middle of the night I awoke. I’m not sure why, but I believe I heard something moving around. When I sat up and looked out the passenger side of the van, I was face to face with a manlike creature. It had stopped whatever it was doing and stood squarely in front of me, facing me.
Though it was the middle of the night or possibly closer to early morning, I could see somewhat clearly. I think it must have been a moonlit night and my vision was always very good, certainly much better than it is now. I thought I was looking at a man. He stared at me very intently and looked very wary as well. I looked at him the same way. I wondered why he was here, what he was up to, and whether I should be concerned with his presence, but he made no move toward us. Also, I wondered why he was so strange looking and so ugly.
He was probably within 25 feet from me. He was a sort of ashy gray. His skin was gray and so was his hair. Mostly, I just stared at his face, but I did notice some things about his body as well. He had bold looking eyes. I can’t remember exactly how his nose looked, but I believe that it had open nostrils from my perspective but was not large. His mouth was large however, and at some point it was agape so that I could see his teeth. They were large, blocky, and had some space between them. Years later, I would describe them as those of a caveman. His facial proportions were off. His eyes were too close to the top of his head from my perspective.
His mouth was closer to where his chin would be, with a longer distance between the nose and mouth. There was no forehead and the top of the head had a crest shape to it. If you were to make a triangle of about 120 degrees and round off the top of it, this is in the neighborhood of what I saw. This shape always really stuck with me for some reason. The hair was fairly short and came forward from the top of the head down and stopped at the brow, except where it sort of came around the sides of the eyes and sort
of blended into the face.
The area around the eyes and the upper part of the nose was hairless. I don’t remember seeing ears. Also, there was some skin showing on the center of the chest. It had prominent musculature on the chest, shoulders and arms. I didn’t even know what that was at the time, but I did observe it. Nothing below the waist or the forearms got my attention. Since he stayed there looking at me during the encounter, which may have been several minutes or more, I never saw his profile from another angle.
Eventually, I tried to wake up my brother, then my mother and that is when the “man” moving very strangely, crept back into the forest. Neither of them wanted to be woken, and I went back to sleep. First thing in the morning, I told my mother that I had seen an “ugly man”. After asking around, nobody else around the campground had experienced anything unusual, and we left. A few months later, when my mother got married and we were moving into a house in Sacramento, I was helping unpack a box of books. One of those books belonging to my stepdad was “Abominable Snowmen of North America…Do They Really Exist?” As I was thumbing through the pages and looking at the drawings of bigfoot, I started asking questions. My mom’s answer is that it is like a hairy man who lives in the woods. A light bulb went off, and I have been a believer ever since.”
Charles R
A sure fire Bigfoot trait is that lower mouth, usually described also as larger in proportion to ours. It is very evident in Patty. There must be some kind of advantage for this characteristic, maybe more force when eating, I do not know. I see Dr. Meldrum is coming to Salt Fork Lake in Ohio this May 4 and with his degree in anatomy, maybe he can answer this for me.
Jeffrey H
Bigfoot use their screaming as a defense mechanism, as well as a notice this is their territory and the extremely loud screams just wouldn’t work with a small mouth. We can eat find with a smaller mouth and so should a BF but fighting and biting works better with an extra big mouth too! The alpha males will fight and bite each other, decipline of betas, fighting DogMan would be other reasons. Just some thoughts!
Jeffrey H
Bigfoot use their screaming as a defense mechanism, as well as a notice this is their territory and the extremely loud screams just wouldn’t work with a small mouth. We can eat find with a smaller mouth and so should a BF but fighting and biting works better with an extra big mouth too! The alpha males will fight and bite each other, decipline of betas, fighting DogMan would be other reasons. Just some thoughts! This was a great story!
Denise F
Fantastic details! This is another good one.
I’m picturing the creature, mouth agape, surprised the witness woke up and was watching it.
Asheim
I sure hope this person might come on the show. They had a very detailed description of the creature that was very interesting. I have often wondered how they cut their hair. Have heard descriptions of shoulder length hair, etc., and I wonder if they have ways of grooming where some seem to have a matted, dirty coat and others described as shiny well groomed coat of hair.
Kim C. L
Yes! great details, many thanks!
Found a great line of tracks, just two years ago, right there at Big Lagoon.
The line of tracks, had been stepped all over by some geese that hung out there for awhile, but it was still obviously a line of squatch prints. There were several hundred yards there where it kind of meandered along the ocean side of the lagoon.
Oh, Big Lagoon is just a mile or so up the coast, and borders Patricks Points, Agate Beach.
Kim C. L
Something I just listened to, mentioned the tape used to mark stuff in the woods, and possibly BF messing with it.
This is earlier this year, at Big Lagoon. The county campground is being prepared for expansion.
Down that trail, past that giant tree, is a bigger spookier tree, and limbs marked with colored tape were collected and piled in this little wall at the base. In the curve of the big limb, you can see a horizontal with sticks laid parallel against it.
Jeffrey H
Great story, thanks!
Kim C. L
Guess we blew posting the two photos, sorry