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Witness Observation

I was visiting some friends in Huntington Arkansas in the summer of 1988. We all decided to go to a local lake for some bass fishing. They had warned me that there were tons of water moccasins and to be VERY careful where I stepped. I was moving along the bank fishing and I was paying a whole bunch of attention to where I was placing my feet when all of a sudden there was a commotion in the woods about fifteen feet to the right of me. When I turned and looked I could see a very large creature, about 7 to 8 feet tall with very broad shoulders, and could hear a sort “whoooop whoooop” noise. Thinking it was one of my companions trying to scare me I moved toward it. At that time it grabbed the tree trunk next to it and just twisted it off, and kind of slapped the ground with it, and made a very low guttural growl. At that point I was more scared than I have ever been in my life. It was really intimidating because its muscles were flexed, and its head was tilted down and it was staring right at me. My Dad had taught me about encounters with bears and what to do. My instinct was to run, but my Dad always taught me that an animal will chase you if you run. I just dropped my pole and looked down at the ground and slowly backed away. The animal followed me a short way and just turned and walked into the woods. When I got back to where my friends were I told them happened and they just laughed at, and made fun of me. I have never been back to that part of the country and now live in the desert where there are few trees.

Sounds

At first it made a “whoop whoop” sound and then it growled at me.

Additional Observations

I saw a large gorilla-like animal standing with its knees bent and legs slightly bowed outward. Its face was very long with a very pronounced lower lip, almost like the orangutan that Clint Eastwood had as a side-kick. Its nose was something like a gorilla, but more pronounced, kinda pushed up. Its chin was VERY long compared to its face. It had a Jay Leno chin. It had very dark brown ape-like eyes. It had reddish-brown hair, just like a gorilla only longer. It was not thick hair, actually very pretty hair, like an Irish Setter. There was no smell, but the wind was blowing away from me, towards the animal. I noticed that it touched the ground with the knuckles of the left hand as it moved toward me after it twisted off the tree. Since them I have seen chimpanzees act in a similar manner on Discovery Channel when threatened. I also seem to remember that its feet were different from ours, not like a monkey, but not exactly like a human, either. As it growled at me its mouth made an “O” shape. At that point I lowered my head and backed away very slowly. One thing that I remember was that as it walked away it kept its knees bent and took very long strides. It walked with its arms to its sides. I would have to say that it looked like a female, since it had what looked like large floppy breasts. Once it turned away, it was very concentrated on a particular bushy spot, where it paused, hunched down then quickly stood up and briskly walked away. The only thing I could figure was that it either had food or young, but I didn’t see either since by that time it was about 75 feet from me among the trees. There were no smells except maybe a moldy smell, like a hamster cage, kinda like rotting leaves and stuff.

Time and Conditions

12:00 pm – Clear.

Witness Observation

On April the 17th 2004 I was turkey hunting in the Ouachita National Forest about four miles West from Big Cedar, Oklahoma with my girlfriend and my brother. I had crossed the creek that ran alongside an old log road that headed up the mountain to the west, when I decided to hunt the creek bottom that afternoon. As I set up my turkey blind and got settled in to do some hunting, I blew one of my locater calls. It was a screaming hawk. After sitting there for about 15 minutes, I turned my head and noticed a burnt looking tree about 50 yards to my left. I raised my shotgun and looked at it with my scope when I realized what I was seeing was not a tree but a large creature like I have never seen before. It stood about eight feet tall, had charcoal dark color hair covering its entire body. It was about three inches long and coarse in appearance. It was watching me as well as I was watching it. Its eyes were reddish-brown in color. it had long arms and walked up right never taking its eyes off me, and I never took my eyes off of it. I have never been scared of anything in the woods but this thing was massive in size and I can say this thing scared me, and I have not been back in the woods before daylight since.

Sounds

Not at the time I saw this thing.

Additional Observations

It was a very large creature around 8 feet tall, walked upright and had a musky odor with hair covering most of its body that I could tell. It had very large arms and legs and its biceps were longer than a man’s. There have been a few folks that have said they’ve heard strange screams sometime at night.

A week after, my nephew and I were sitting on the tailgate of my truck in front of my sister’s, when we both heard loud screams of some large creature coming from the mountain in front of my sister’s place not far from where I had been hunting. This was something like I have never heard before. The cows were so scared they ran in panic and got up under an RV light.

My nephew said he and his brother looked the next day and found a bunch of grass that looked as if some large man had walked around and found something that looked like footprints.

Time and Conditions

4:00 pm – Partly cloudy, rain was forecast.

In this explosive and divisive clip, I slow things down, stabilize them and zoom way in so we can ALL have a closer look. You say it’s a hoax? I’m not so sure. ThinkerThunker breaks down the film.

A family walking along a snowy river has a chance encounter with what they believed was quite possibly – Sasquatch. Skeptics have written it off as nothing more than a hoax, but a closer look reveals new information. ThinkerThunker breaks the film down for us.

While turkey hunting this past season I believe I stumbled upon a big foot eating what I believe to be a deer they obviously killed. I have no idea how I made.it out alive.

ThinkerThunker – Turkey Hunter Bigfoot(s) Breakdown!

Could three Bigfoots at once be a record …? Have a watch as we meet the Hunter and see what she filmed. It’s pretty astonishing.

Witness Observation

I scouted the area the day before and hung my ole’ man climbing tree stand on a tree for the following morning’s hunt. The only tree I could use was a small oak with a main fork that was about 12 feet off the ground and covered with poison oak. That means I could only climb up to that fork, and not my usual 20 or 25 feet which I usually like to hunt from. I’m not allergic to poison oak, so that wasn’t going to bother me. I arrived early (4:45 A.M.) parked and got dressed. I’ve learned that to be a successful hunter, you have to be scent free. I dressed in my realtree leafy suit and lacrosse rubber boots, sprayed down with scentkiller and dowsed my boots with persimmon scent and walked to my stand (5:00 A.M.). The Moon was full and I could see with the use of my Streamlight (green light) pen light.

With the morning dew, I made no noise getting to my stand and without scaring game off with a large flashlight. I made it to my stand and found that the top portion was twisted around to the back of the tree and the bottom was moved to the base of the tree. Why did someone do this and not steal it? (5:20 A.M)

I was up the tree and had my bow in my lap with my arrow pointing away from me with it resting on my stand’s gun rest. I pulled my earth scent wafers out and attached them to the outside of my back pack.

I was facing south with two big oak trees about 25 yards away. The clouds were moving fast and with the full moon, I could somewhat see in the dark.

I was very still and had everything camouflaged except my muzzy broadhead, on the end of my arrow. It was about 5:30 A.M. when I heard something walk up from behind me.

I turned slowly to see if I could see it. It was big and black and at first thought it was a couple hogs. They were too big to be hogs and I wondered whose cows were loose in the refuge. I was wanting them to hurry up and leave so they wouldn’t scare the deer when something brushed up against my leg. I didn’t hear anything climb up the tree with me so I kept still. I was looking forward when I saw a big black hand reach up and grab my muzzy broadhead. The hand was a shiny black and the fingers were huge! The palms were also black like a gorilla. When it grabbed my broadhead the razor blades cut him and it yelled like a bull! It was louder than a car horn and it was at my feet. It scared the crap out of me so I started yelling back.

And cussing! It ran off breaking trees and tearing down everything in its path. I sat there 15 minutes until it got daylight and left. I believe that I scared him/her as much as it scared me.

Sounds

Breathing and a loud holler like a bull.

Additional Observations

Another time, I heard tree knocking, had something big walk up to me while hunting on river and it was breathing heavy ( looked for it but never saw it.} Also found one bare footprint by a small creek (it was a little bit bigger than mine, not like you see on t.v.) I had something throw something at me while I was on Sulpher River one time.

While wearing my leafy suit, I’ve had deer blow at me and not run. usually deer will blow and then run off. These deer will blow at me and then just stand there and watch me (only if my face is covered!!!!!) If they can see my white face then they immediately blow and run away. (The point is, the deer cannot detect me visually while I am in this leafy camo and fully covered. It’s really hard to see me in this.)

Time and Conditions

05:30 A.M. Partly Cloudy, Full Moon, around 50 degrees.

Witness Observation

Sighting one occurred on Tuesday August 22, 2000 around 1300hrs. Mr. Whitstine stated he was operating his cutter, which resembles a skidder in that the only difference basically is one has huge shear type cutters and the other has a holder. Whitstine was approaching some fallen trees when he saw what appeared at the time to be the rear end of a horse. Thinking this was a nearby resident’s horse, he rattled the cutters in an attempt to scare it away, but as he rattled the cutters the object turned and stood up. It was at this time he realized that he was not looking at a horse but a large bipedal creature. He noticed that it was covered from head to toe in thick, long, jet black hair. The hair around the face was also long and he couldn’t make out any facial features. The creature turned and began to head for a nearby logging road that ran parallel to Flaggon creek. Whitstine then began to follow in the cutter, and as he got nearer to the creature it turned and jumped into the creek (bayou) and began to try to swim to the other side. Whitstine stated it looked like it couldn’t swim very well as it “kept bobbing up and down trying to keep its head out of the water, but would occasionally go underwater.” After reaching the other side, the creature stopped and looked back then fled into the adjoining woods. Whitstine called his boss who thought he was joking and brushed it off. Whitstine also told fellow loggers who also poked fun at him. Whitstine stated that he got as close as maybe twenty feet.

Encounter number two occurred on Thursday August 24, 2000 around 0700-0730hrs while surveying a property line with another logger. As they walked the line they came upon the creature again alongside a drying bayou (Boggy Bayou). They came within eighty feet (measured during the investigation) of the creature as it stood looking at them from beside a large bush. He yelled out to it “Hey, what are you doing?” The creature then fled north away from Whitstine and the other logger. Whitstine then called his boss and the property owner. The land owner notified Wildlife and Fisheries, the Rapides Parish Sheriffs Office, along with the local paper and tv station.

Sighting around the week of July 4, 2000. Fisherman sees a large, smelly, bipedal creature carrying a hog less than a quarter mile from August sightings.

Physical Evidence
Casted 3 tracks

Witness Observation

I think a whole family of Sasquatch have been living around the Caddo Lake area for years. My brother and I saw one peering at us through the window one night. We were 3 and 4 at the time. This was sometime in late 1946 or early 1947 because we moved to Shreveport later in 1947. We lived on the Southeast side of the lake near Mooringsport, La. The front of the house faced the lake and was only a few yards from the lake itself. There was thick woods all around us. We will never forget that sight. It looked like a man, with hair all over its face and arms (He put his hand on the glass), and big huge eyes which widened even more when we started screaming, then backed away and ran. My brother and I still talk about it to this day. I think the light from the house and the noise inside (we had relatives over that night) attracted it to the window. Our relatives ran outside to investigate, but found nothing, of course. I don’t know who was more scared, the “thing” or my brother and I. Just want everyone to know I did see one although my family thinks all we saw was a “bear”. There are no bears that big in this neck of the woods. The house was on tall piers and it had to be 7-8 ft. tall to be able to peer in the window

Time and Conditions

12:00 am – unknown

Location: Louisiana

Caddo Parish County

ARCADIA, Fla.– A woman claims she “encountered Bigfoot” while driving on Florida State Road 72.

The woman, who had initially called BFRO investigator Jim Sherman and whose name was omitted by the organization, said she was on her way home “driving back toward Arcadia” at around 8.30 p.m. last September when she noticed the creature crossing the road “just over the bridge”.

“I thought I first saw a deer to my right, but then I realized it wasn’t a deer,” she later explained to BFRO researcher R. Monteith. “I had to hit the brakes, it was so close to the car.” The encounter reportedly took place while driving through the Myakka River State Park, where numerous Skunk Ape sightings have been reported in the past. Also known as the Swamp Ape, the Florida Bigfoot or the Myakka Ape, the Skunk Ape is a primate cryptid allegedly living in the Sunshine State. The driver described it as a “huge” bipedal creature with long brown hair and a “very human looking” face,  which exhibited a “leathery skin” and a flat nose with dark eyes.“As wide as my momma’s dodge!” she said about the animal’s shoulders. “It ran so close to my car, at my car, it seemed as if it was trying to purposely cross before me.  It ran across the street and looked at me!” As she pulled over and stepped out of the vehicle, the woman noticed a “musky smell” in the air, a detail frequently reported on many Bigfoot sightings.

According to the investigators, there was a second witness to last September’s sighting who claims to have been “returning from a meeting” when he saw the creature on Florida State Road 72, but further information about this person’s statement was not disclosed.

Meanwhile, the startled woman is certain that what she saw was not a deer. “It was a bigfoot and it was huge! I thought I saw a deer at first. Maybe it was chasing one?” she said.

Idaho Bigfoot researcher Jen N. just shared this photograph on Facebook. There’s really no other explanation for this except that it was thrown by a massive creature with hands and the upper-body strength of Hercules. “Ok guys, check this out. This is at our spot near Boise we believe to be a nursery. Try having THIS thrown at ya!” wrote Jen.

Witness Observation

A friend and I were at the back of my family’s land playing at the creek. As we were playing I noticed something under a tree that was out in a pasture along a fence line. My friend and I saw what appeared to be something squatting down. This thing was human in appearance but was dark in color that looked like fur or long hair.

As we watched it suddenly seemed to raise up its arm. At this time we were scared and started to head back to the house. We looked back and then again it raised its arm then let it fall back to its side. We ran as fast as we could back to my house. This thing looked just like a huge monkey squatting down.

Time and Conditions

It was late afternoon – It was clear. Creek bottom wooded beside an open field.

Witness Observation

I was checking out this area in north Hopkins County where I have hunted in the past. I was in a vehicle returning from the woods. I was pre-hunting an area so therefore I had no gun on me, it was out of season.

I wasn’t sure if it was still available to hunt. I noticed three ape-like creatures out in a field together. I stopped my vehicle and looked at them through binoculars and noticed a large male with genitalia. I could make out his chest muscles like a gorilla. Its head was shaped like that of a gorilla. Large legs but I couldn’t tell how tall it was except much taller than me. It hair was darkish brown. The second was sitting down indian style back towards me but was darker. I think she was female. The third appeared to be maybe a juvenile standing up playing with a long stick in its hand. It was more like a monkey that could stand upright. I watched them from a good distance for more than 15 minutes.

Finally I left in complete awe. I was kind of shocked and told my family that I seen some apelike creatures in the woods. I could not believe that I had seen them especially out in the open. I haven’t visited that area since but would be happy to show where I spotted them. I have seen and heard other signs but did not put it all together as being bigfoot evidence.

Sounds

Tree knocks in area heard in the past.

Time and Conditions

morning – Clear morning.

Witness Observation

First off I was a young boy when this happened so please forgive some memory errors. I was riding my bike in the woods and going home on a trail, I could “feel” something watching or “following” me. I raced out of the woods to a better trail I could hear in the bush as something was keeping pace with me. The bush was being thrashed about as if it were chasing me or just following me. I cleared the woods and turned to look and I could see something that had reddish-brown hair all over it. It stood very tall well over 8 feet. It had “blackened skin” along the facial areas that I could see. This incident has haunted my childhood and adulthood dreams. The area in which I had seen this “creature” is now cleared and a subdivision is built upon it. Most of it is still very wooded. As a young boy I hunted these woods often and would smell a horrid stench and often attributed it to a decaying animal, but after the chase I quickly remembered the smell as it filled the air. I was now looking at as this thing stood there. I remember my father telling my about Bigfoot and that he and some friends had seen something he could not identify as a boy in West Virginia.

There was no forest noises, ie birds or wild game running around. That is what made me feel uncomfortable and why I began to leave most quickly.

Time and Conditions

2:00 pm – Mid afternoon, very clear sky and unlimited visibility. The weather was about the 90 degree mark and it hadn’t rained for some time that I recall. The environment is like almost any other in the area very wooded with different types of tree and brush very heavily populated with small game and deer at the time. A large creek bed or gully was also very near and access to the Old River was very near as well.

Witness Observation

I was deer hunting 10-12 years ago in late Nov. I was on a deer lease in Red River County. I was sitting on a stool and observed deer scrapes on trees along a creek bed. I was watching for these deer to approach. After I had been sitting there for an hour or so I turned my head and noticed what looked like an 8 or 9-foot tall stump that wasn’t there earlier. It was approximately 120-130 yards away. I raised my deer rifle and looked through the scope at it. Through my 6X scope, I was able to see it as close up as if it were 30 feet away from me. It was looking right at me. It was a large ape-like creature. I kept it in my sight for 15-20 minutes. It never moved. I then heard a snap off to my left. I turned my head to observe where this noise came from. I didn’t see anything. When I turned back to the creature, it was gone! It had been standing in grass that was knee-high to me, about a foot and a half to 2 feet tall. I feel that it couldn’t have moved away in the short period of time my attention was drawn away. I feel that it dropped down in the grass to avoid detection. I feel that the snapping noise was made by another creature to divert my attention from the other one. At this time, I got up and left everything but my rifle and backed out of the area. I had this thing dead to rights in my scope but couldn’t shoot because I did not feel threatened.

Physical Evidence

I didn’t check for any, and I don’t hunt that spot anymore.

Sounds

No sounds were made while observing the creature.

Additional Observations

At first glance, I thought it was a tree stump, 8-9 feet tall. Looking through my scope, it appeared to have very thin facial hair. Its head was round-shaped, with no neck- its head looked like it sat directly on its shoulders. The skin on its face looked like old leather. The hair on its head was about 3 inches long and very slicked down looking. The hair on the body was longer and bushier, it looked like a collie’s hair, hanging straight down. The face looked like a mountain gorilla’s, large nostrils facing forward. It was very broad at the shoulders- at least 2 1/2 feet wide. The hair was a reddish-black color. No odors detected while observing the creature. I have smelt it on other occasions. It smelled like a wet dog had crawled into your sleeping bag. Very bad.

Time and Conditions

Various times – Soy bean farms in the area, also a good amount of trees. There is corn planted nearby as well. Mixed forest – loblolly pines, shortleaf and longleaf pines, sweetgum, various oaks (pin, red, etc.), pecan, black walnut.

Investigator’s Comments

Craig Woolheater, Daryl Colyer and James Walker

This investigation was conducted as a result of incidents that allegedly occurred in Red River County, Texas spanning a period of over 20 years.

We first interviewed the witness on 22 May 2002. We interviewed him on three other separate occasions as well as two family members who have also hunted and camped out at this lease area many times over the last 20 years. All three agreed on a number of key points.

The witnesses have hunted this area for more than 20 years. According to all three witnesses the activity is ongoing and almost predictable at some times of the year, particularly the fall/early winter months during hunting season. The witnesses indicated that camp intrusions and intimidating actions tend to occur in the early evening right after bed time or as the camp is settling down for the evening and the hunters have gone into their tents and campers. Vocalizations range from low grumbling, mumbling and coughs to whoops and howls to the high pitched screams that seem to be used for positioning or recognition over great distances

The primary witness recalled how he was hunting in an area that he normally did not hunt. He usually hunted from a blind, but this day he was sitting on a stool in a creek bed. He had noticed deer scrapes on trees that lined the creek. He had been sitting there for about an hour when he noticed what appeared to be a tree stump or a broken off tree that he estimated to be 8 to 9 feet tall that had not been there earlier. He could not make out what it was clearly; he estimates the distance to be more than 120 yards away. The witness said that he looked through his 6X telescope and at that time saw what appeared to be a ?large ape-like creature.? The witness remembered the face clearly; it looked similar to a gorilla. The expression on its face was a blank stare. It had a thin facial hair. The only skin that was visible was on the face. It looked like old leather, dark brown, nearly black.

The witness watched the subject for “what felt like an hour, but was more like 15-20 minutes.? He heard a sound like a tree snapping off to his left. He turned to look but didn’t see anything. When he turned back to look at the subject, it was gone. He does not feel like the subject had time to make it out of the clearing into the woods in this amount of time. He thinks that perhaps it dropped down in the tall grass to avoid being seen. At this point he was frightened and decided to leave the area. He left everything behind except his gun, which he clutched with both hands, and he backed out of the area. He never went back to the area, and doesn’t hunt in that area anymore.

The weather at the time of the sighting was cool, the skies were clear with no wind. When I asked about the cycle of the moon, the witness said “I don’t hunt during a full moon, if that tells you anything.” The area where the encounter took place is within three miles of the Red River and there are many creeks and fresh-water springs in the area. The creek where the witness was set up was fed by a fresh-water spring.

The witness said that there are reports from the area about deer kills and road kill that disappears overnight in the area. He has heard sounds like a large man running through the woods wearing goulashes during deer season. He has heard many strange vocalizations in the area during deer season. He has heard vocalizations in the general vicinity as recently as last winter.

Two additional witnesses (the primary witness’s nephews), who are now grown men with families of their own, discussed a number of other interesting experiences. These are events that have reportedly occurred at intervals over a long period of time and while highly important to an investigative interviewer, were viewed as secondary by the witnesses having been eclipsed by some of the more alarming experiences of more recent years.

On one of the earliest occasions, the primary witness accompanied on a hunting campout by these two nephews, then youngsters of 10 and 12, was apparently forced from camp in the middle of the night by a cacophony of vocalizations originating from the deep woods and seemingly surrounding the campsite. These sounds were described by the three as being ?worse than three, big, mean dogs fighting over a fresh bone.” The witnesses recalled at first waking to the sounds of what they thought must be a “group of people partying in the woods a quarter mile away.” However, as the sound got closer they realized to their increasing agitation that the sounds weren’t coming from people and were unlike any sounds they had ever heard before. The sounds were more like “large jungle animals” coming right up to just beyond flashlight distance from the camp. The witnesses left camp with nothing but the one rifle, leaving everything else behind.

When the adult witness returned a day later, having driven through the night to get the youngsters home, he found everything torn to shreds in the camp; the tent was torn to pieces, the lid was ripped off the cooler, lawn chairs were crushed and mangled. He also found large, barefoot, human-shaped footprints 75-100 yards away from their tent. After this event the witness moved an old bus down to the property to use as a more solid shelter and as the youngsters grew into men they bought campers and trailers to use when staying down at the lease. The bus and trailers have provided scant comfort and only a small feeling of added protection as the visitations have continued over the years to include numerous jostlings, bangs and bumps. At one time one of the trailers was shaken to the extent that most of the dishes and canned goods were knocked out of the cabinets. .

A final interesting occasion of note – the primary witness and one of the nephews were down at the lease one opening weekend with a brother-in-law who was completely skeptical of all the stories he had heard about the camp and he was down to see for himself. On the second night, after the hunters had killed and dressed two deer that day, the camp was disturbed and the bus knocked hard on the side; the brother-in-law jumped up and ran outside and reportedly saw a large upright hairy figure at very close range. The witness added that they no longer dump any food scraps, trash or deer clean-up anywhere near the main camp area, preferring to put it well away somewhere on the back of the property and well before dark.

Of additional interest ? the witnesses told us that the landowner will have nothing to do with the property and provides no upkeep or maintenance. He only offered a stern admonishment to the hunters that “if you hurt yourself or get into any other trouble down there, don’t call me, because I won’t be coming down to help you.” The witness said that he was scared at first when the initial incidents began, but after a while, he did not fear it anymore. He said, “I’m just glad to know it?s out there, doing good. If it doesn’t bother me, I won’t bother it.”

Addendum, by Daryl Colyer; 17 February 2004: My wife and I conducted an extensive investigation of the campsite and the surrounding, heavily-wooded area. We spent the night in the bus, and experienced no unusual activity. We heard one distant, loud, unidentifiable “roar” (for lack of a better word), but nothing else of note. We found no tracks nor anything else out of the ordinary. The landowner to the north of the property has been and is currently clearing out some of the wooded area. Bear in mind, however, that the woods in the area are thick and seemingly endless in some areas. The area is very close to the Red River and is less than 20 miles from the Ouachita National Forest in Southeastern Oklahoma.

Witness Observation

I was hog hunting from a tree stand next to the Sabine River. I had gone to my stand around 5:30 AM, put out sliced apples and table scraps to hold the hogs for a few minutes for a shot. I got in my tree stand and waited for the woods to settle down and the sun to rise.

At sunup, I heard hogs rooting around, working the river’s edge towards me. I could first see them to my left at about 45 degrees, about 50 yards out. No clear shot, waiting for them to get to my bait area, I noticed movement to my right about 80 yards out. Putting my rifle scope on it, I could see only the side of something’s face. It was dark, hair covered and slowly moving its head around looking in the direction of the hogs. At this time it quickly moved to another tree. I could see most of its body, it was huge, standing on two legs, slowly looking around the tree at the hogs. At this time I was quite afraid but tried to keep my scope on it to study its features.

The hogs were still feeding towards my bait area and the animal was working towards the hogs. It moved quickly and disappeared. It quickly reappeared moving to another tree, still looking at the hogs. I could again study its features. At this time I was quite afraid but tried to keep my scope on it. Its movement from tree to tree was a quick leap, landing at the base of next tree on two feet. Standing behind a tree and slowly looking around at the hogs.

This continued for several minutes until they were about 30 yards apart and almost directly in front of me at about 40 yards. The animal dropped to all fours, bunched up its rear legs and leaped. It took two leaps to reach the hogs and it screamed during the second leap causing the hogs to panic for a split second. The second leap ended with it slapping one hog in its side, knocking it through the air into side of a tree. As the squealing hog bounced off the tree, it pounced on it, beating it with its fist like a person pounding on a desk. I could hear bones crunching with each hit.

All this happened very fast. About 4 seconds from first leap to dead hog. The quickness of attack was very unnerving. The three live hogs were in full flight. The animal picked up the dead hog, tucked it under its arm and started walking off and let out a noise like (Grrrrrrrrrrr, whoop, whoop, whooooooop, whoop). It was immediately answered from about 200 to 300 yards out by a shorter (whoop, whoop, whoop). After a couple more steps in the direction of the answer, it stopped, dropped the hog and turned to look past me. It turned back to my tree and raised its head to look at me. I have never been more afraid in my life. I tried to keep the scope on its head in case it came after me. It looked at me, cocked its head to one side. Its face had a curious expression as if studying me. It opened its mouth showing its teeth, letting out a soft (rrrrrrrrrr) sound. It then turned back to pick up the hog and walked off in no hurry as if I didn’t exist.

I was looking thru a 3 X 9 scope. Originally set on 3 power for the hunt but turned it up to 9 power after first trying to see the object approaching from my right. After that time I was afraid to make the movement necessary to take scope off 9 power.

I sat in the tree stand for another 30 minutes or so, trying to calm myself. After concluding that if it wanted me, it would have already slapped me out of my tree stand. I got down and went to find my hunting partner, who was about a quarter to half mile away. He had heard the attack scream and both whooping calls.

Sounds

No sound until the attack. Over the years, many unseen, unknown screams.

Additional Observations

It was 7 or 8 feet tall, standing like human on two legs, covered in hair and intensely watching the hogs. Its hands and feet looked human. It had breasts. Its ears seemed small for the size of its head. Very tall, very heavily built, female, similar to most bigfoot pictures/drawings that one sees. Face was human like. Thick coat of hair, reddish brown, covering most of its body except hands, feet, half of face. Solid brown eyes. No odors.

Time and Conditions

6:30 AM – Clear. Swampy, old hardwood bottom land. Farms nearby. Location was in swampy flood plain next to Sabine River.

In 1959, age 22, I was hitchhiking from Biggs, Oregon down U.S. Highway 97 to Klamath Falls. About halfway through the trip I was picked up by a man who asked if I planned to do any camping in the Cascades. I said, “no.” He said, “Good, because there are things up there that will kill you quick.” I said, “You mean grizzlies?” which I had seen in Yellowstone. “No,” he replied. “Not grizzlies.” And he told me this story, which I am paraphrasing. ..

“I used to work for a company that builds logging roads. One day we got a report that one of our roads (he didn’t say where) had washed out. I went out in my truck to find out what would be needed to fix it. About three or four miles from the highway I noticed a rocky outcropping, and something glinting in the sun. I was an amateur prospector, always looking for signs of a strike. I stopped my truck, took out my rock hammer, and walked up to the outcropping, which was about 10 feet high. I started chipping away at the rock, trying to get a sample, When I stopped hammering, I heard a clicking sound from the bushes across the road, about 60 feet away. It sounded like someone knocking two stones together. I wasn’t afraid, because I had a .45 on my hip. So I resumed chipping. When I stopped, I again heard the clicking sound, which was louder. I yelled toward the bushes, saying ‘Come out and show yourself!”

I started chipping again, and suddenly a stone the size of a grapefruit smashed into the rock face about three feet from my head. If it had hit me, it would have killed me. I dropped my hammer, pulled my .45, and picked up the stone, which was rolling toward the road. I tried to throw it back into the bushes, but it was so heavy I could only toss it seven feet. Scared and angry, I crossed the road, shouting curse words and fired a shot in the air. At that point I heard something moving rapidly through the bushes and fading away alongside to the road. I continued watching in that direction and suddenly there it was, a black, hairy two-legged being sort of bent over but moving fast. Then it was gone, just like that. I looked around in the bushes and saw a few broken branches but nothing else. But there was a terrible stink in the air. I got into my truck and drove back to the highway in a hurry.

The Chapman family consisted of George and Jeannie Chapman and children numbering, at my visit, four. Mr. Chapman worked on the railroad, and was living at that time in a small place called Ruby Creek, 30 miles up the Fraser River from Agassiv, British Columbia, in Canada’s great western province.

It was about three in the afternoon of a sunny, cloudless day when Jeannie Chapman’s eldest son, then aged 9, came running to the house saying that there was a cow coming down out of the woods at the foot of the nearby mountain. The other kids, a boy aged 7 and a little girl of 5, were still playing in a field behind the house bordering on the rail track.

Mrs. Chapman went out to look, since the boy seemed oddly disturbed, and they saw what at first she thought was a very big bear moving about among the bushes bordering the field beyond the railway tracks. She called the two children who came running immediately. Then the creature moved onto the tracks and she saw to her horror that it was a gigantic man covered with hair, not fur. The hair seemed to be about four inches long all over, and of a pale yellow-brown color. To pin down this color Mrs. Chapman pointed out to me a sheet of lightly varnished plywood in the room where we were sitting. This was of a brown-ochre color.

This creature advanced directly toward the house and Mrs. Chapman had, as she put it, “much too much time to look at it” because she stood her ground outside while the eldest boy on her instructions got a blanket from the house and rounded up the other children. The kids were in a near panic, she told us, and it took two or three minutes to get the blanket, during which time the creature had reached the near corner of the field only about 100 feet away from her. Mrs. Chapman then spread the blanket and, holding it aloft so that the kids could not see the creature or it them, she backed off at the double to the old field and down on to the river beach out of sight, and then ran with the kids downstream to the village.

I asked her a leading question about the blanket. Had her purpose in using it been to prevent her kids seeing the creature, in accord with an alleged Amerindian belief that to do so brings bad luck and often death? Her reply was both prompt and surprising. She said that, although she had heard white men tell of that belief, she had not heard it from her parents or any other of her people whose advice regarding the so-called Sasquatch had been simply not to go further than certain points up certain valleys, to run if she saw one, and not to struggle if one caught her as it might squeeze her to death by mistake.

“No,” she said, “I used the blanket because I thought it was after one of the kids and so might go into the house to look for them instead of following me.” This seems to have been sound logic as the creature did go into the house and also rummaged through an old outhouse pretty thoroughly, hauling from it a 55-gallon barrel of salt fish, breaking this open, and scattering its contents about outside. (The irony of it is that all those three children DID die within three years; the two boys by drowning, and the little girl on a sickbed. And just after I interviewed the Chapmans they also were drowned in the Fraser River when a row-boat capsized.)

Mrs. Chapman told me that the creature was about 7½ feet tall. She could estimate its height by the various fence and line posts standing about the field. It had a rather small head and a very short, thick neck; in fact really no neck at all, a point that was emphasized by William Roe and by all others who claim to have seen one of these creatures. Its body was entirely human in shape except that it was immensely thick through its chest and its arms were exceptionally long. She did not see the feet which were in the grass. Its shoulders were very wide and it had no breasts, from which Mrs. Chapman assumed it was a male, though she also did not see any male genitalia due to the long hair covering its groin. She was most definite on one point: the naked parts of its face and its hands were much darker than its hair, and appeared to be almost black.

George Chapman returned home from his work on the railroad that day shortly before 6 in the evening and by a route that by-passed the village so that he saw no one to tell him what had happened. When he reached his house he immediately saw the woodshed door battered in, and spotted enormous humanoid footprints all over the place. Greatly alarmed for he, like all of his people, had heard since childhood about the “big wild men of the mountains,” though he did not hear the word Sasquatch till after this incident he called for his family and then dashed through the house. Then he spotted the foot-tracks of his wife and kids going off toward the river. He followed these until he picked them up on the sand beside the river and saw them going off downstream without any giant ones following.

Somewhat relieved, he was retracing his steps when he stumbled across the giant’s foot-tracks on the river bank farther upstream. These had come down out of the potato patch, which lay between the house and the river, had milled about by the river, and then gone back through the old field toward the foot of the mountains where they disappeared in the heavy growth.

Returning to the house, relieved to know that the tracks of all four of his family had gone off downstream to the village, George Chapman went to examine the woodshed. In our interview, after 18 years, he still expressed voluble astonishment that any living thing, even a 7-foot-6- inch man with a barrel-chest could lift a 55-gallon tub of fish and break it open without using a tool. He confirmed the creature’s height after finding a number of long brown hairs stuck in the slabwood lintel of the doorway, above the level of his head.

George Chapman then went off to the village to look for his family, and found them in a state of calm collapse. He gathered them up and invited his father-in-law and two others to return with him, for protection of his family when he was away at work.

The foot-tracks returned every night for a week and on two occasions the dogs that the Chapmans had taken with them set up the most awful racket at exactly 2 o’clock in the morning. The Sasquatch did not, however, molest them or, apparently, touch either the house or the woodshed. But the whole business was too unnerving and the family finally moved out. They never went back.

After a long chat about this and other matters, Mrs. Chapman suddenly told us something very significant just as we were leaving. She said: “It made an awful funny noise.” I asked her if she could imitate this noise for me but it was her husband who did so, saying that he had heard it at night twice during the week after the first incident. He then proceeded to utter exactly the same strange, gurgling whistle that the men in California, who said they had heard a Bigfoot call, had given us. This is a sound I cannot reproduce in print, but I can assure you that it is unlike anything I have ever heard given by man or beast anywhere in the world.

To me, this information is of the greatest significance. That an Amerindian couple in British Columbia should give out with exactly the same strange sound in connection with a Sasquatch that two highly educated white men did, over 600 miles south in connection with California’s Bigfoot, is incredible. If this is all hoax or a publicity stunt, or mass-hallucination, as some people have claimed, how does it happen that this noise which defies description always sounds the same no matter who has tried to reproduce it for me?

These were probably the last words on the Sasquatch that the Chapmans uttered and I absolutely refuse to listen to anybody who might say they were lying. Admittedly, honest men are such a rarity as possibly to be non-existent, but I have met a few who could qualify and I put the Chapmans near the head of the list.

From a listener – We have a missing family member who is an avid day hiker who also enjoys hunting for Bigfoot and following tips of sightings. This is a post I’ve been sending out on social media sites. If you know the sites of fellow Bigfoot hunters/hikers or hiking enthusiasts, it would be appreciated if you would forward.

UPDATE: This new picture shows Clint Walker boarding the bus at 7:11AM to which he exited 22 minutes later at 7:33AM at Mount Baker Hwy & Mosquito Lake Road in Deming, WA. A WTA employee has watched several hours of video from the time he exited the bus and it was determined that Clint never returned to the bus stop & never boarded a bus to return home. Some printed maps found in his home showed some points of interest along Mosquito Lake Road. Three helicopter searches, two foot searches (one with a Search & Rescue team on ATV’S & a command center) in those areas have so far yielded no clues.

John “Clint” Walker, 48, of Bellingham has been missing since Nov. 11, 2014. He boarded a Whatcom Transportation Authority bus at 7:11AM (pictured) and he exited at 7:33AM at Mount Baker Hwy & Mosquito Lake Road in Deming, WA to go hiking. He only hikes during the day, he does not camp. He is a Bigfoot believer and hikes to areas where sightings have been reported. He’s wearing light blue jeans, a grey, blue & black plaid flannel jacket, a black zip up hoodie under it and a green & orange vest under the hoodie. He’s also wearing a dark blue beanie on his head with an unknown logo on it and some type of tennis shoes on his feet. He’s carrying a Navy blue & black backpack. He is 5’09”, 200 pounds, with blue eyes and dark blonde hair that’s long on the sides and balding on top. If you have ANY information that will lead to locating him, please call the Whatcom County Sheriff’s Office at 360.676.6650 or if after hours, the dispatch center for Whatcom County 360-676-6911. Please keep Clint Walker & his family in your thoughts & prayers.

This photo has been making the rounds on Facebook. Apparently, it’s some kind of “monkey” or possibly a baby Bigfoot. Our question is: What’s it doing in someone’s backyard? Doesn’t make any sense.