I am writing this to see what interest there would be from the squatch readers, in using the services of a professional outdoor outfitter, to go on a guided expedition.
My friend, Woodrat, who I've gone out squatching with on 3 different occasions, is investigating the possibility of taking out small groups for expeditions, in some of his areas that he has been researching for the past few years.
For me, squatching is a hobby. I do it as a form of entertainment, and for my pure curiousity in sasquatch. Woodrat, on the otherhand, lives, eats and breathes squatch. I find this to be true of many of those who have had actual sightings. I've yet to have a sighting, but during my last 2 trips out with Woodrat, I had some great vocalizations, and wood knocks occur, both at night and in the day. I'm sure if I had the opportunity to see a squatch, my life would forever be changed too.
Woodrat's a former outfitter and hunting guide, and has years of experience in the outdoors. He is interested in turning his passion into a source of income, in these trying times. I know he will do well, as we live in the Reno/Tahoe area, and with the right advertising will draw tourists in as clients. I'm curious to see, what the readers of this blog think of using such a service?
My thought is that there are many, who want to go out and squatch, but don't feel comfortable doing it on their own. I was one. There are some that would like to go out, but don't have the equipment to deal with overnights in the squatchier areas at 5,000 to 8,000 feet in elevation. I was one too. Lastly there are those who would like some guidance as to where to go, or what to look for? There may also be a select few, who have never spent any time, out in the wilderness, and would like to learn the basics. This is the service that Woodrat would like to provide.
I will tell you this, he is passionate about being out there in the mountains. Everytime we are packing up to come home, he dreads the thought of returning to "civilization."
No, it won't be like other squatch "pay to play" expeditions. This will be limited to small groups, and all equipment, food and tent lodgings will be provided. Camp setup and breakdown will be provided also, guest participation will be optional. All one would need is a camera, backpack with hydration bladder (ie. Camelbak), and appropriate clothing. Proper outfitter licenses, permits, insurance, etc. will be gotten for expedtions in CA and NV.
Yes, I know some of you already squatch on your own, and don't need this kind of service. Some of you may think it's a great idea. Any thoughts? I've had a few enquiries, and offers to pay to go out with me, but wasn't really interested.
Woodrat would love to hear some feedback if you're interested. Comment below or drop me an email to stbigfoot@gmail.com. Please also click on the poll at the beginning of this blog.
Thanks
Sierra Tahoe Bigfoot Research
This site is dedicated to the research of bigfoot, and it's habitat, in the Tahoe and outlying Sierra region of Nevada and California. We listen to witnesses who want to talk about their experiences, and keep them confidential unless otherwise requested. Our mission is to learn as much as we can about the possible existence of the sasquatch, in the hope that we can all gather a better knowledge of the species, then ultimately, we as a race understand that it's habitat, and way of life, must be protected.
Monday, October 18, 2010
SASQUATCH SIGHTINGS: A Second Close Encounter in the Sierras-Part 2
A Second Close Encounter in the Sierras-Part 2
To read Part 1 of this encounter, click here.
REAL SASQUATCH ENCOUNTERS
by John
ENCOUNTER 2
PART 2
The sasquatch made his way around the obstacle(s) then followed along the edge of the field, close by where the trees were. Being a distance from us I wanted to get a closer view. So I drove my Bronco forward about 30 feet when I noticed the sasquatch became startled, so I stopped. The sasquatch stopped too and turned left facing us with an angry glare. After a few moments he turned and continued heading towards the road. Still, there was too much distance between the sasquatch and us and I really wanted to get closer. Trying not to scare the sasquatch, I carefully moved my Bronco ahead another 10 feet, then had to stop quickly when I saw the creature stop abruptly, turn his body, glaring at us angrier. Not wanting to cause any further problems, I shifted my transmission into neutral and applied the emergency brake. A couple moments later, the sasquatch turned and continued walking and twisting sideways repeatedly as he kept a watchful eye on us. As it was passing through the lighted area of my headlights I noticed something dangling . . . it had a penis. Soon, he crossed over the road and headed diagonally downhill. After walking several feet he stopped and looked around in the direction he was heading. Then, he turned and glared at us for a few moments, with what appeared to be an unhappy look. From there, he turned around and walked back up to the road. Standing in the center, he turned right and presented us with a glaring mad look.
At this time Michael was rambling again showing fear. I told Michael to be quiet and listen to me because I had two important questions I needed to ask him. Michael agreed to listen. I asked Michael specifically:
1. “Are you seeing exactly what I am seeing?” Michael answered firmly “YES!”
2. “Are you experiencing exactly the same thing I am experiencing?” Michael answered firmly “YES” again!
I said “GOOD, we are in agreement with each other. Remember this night and don’t forget it.” Michael agreed not to forget it.
As the sasquatch stood there I told Michael that “I wished I had a camera so that I could photograph it to show as proof of what we are seeing and experiencing right now”. Michael agreed. Observing the sasquatch, I can describe him as being very tall (8½ ’~9 ½ ’), very muscular build with broad shoulders and no neck, long black hair covered most of his body, his head was somewhat conical with black facial skin, and yes, he had a penis and testicles, all of which compose a true, genuine male specimen.
Within a few moments, the creature started walking towards us. I told Michael “Don’t to do anything to provoke him; just look at him and watch”. I thought, presumptuously, that it would pass around my Bronco and continue walking down the road behind us like any other animal would. It didn’t take long before the sasquatch had traveled some distance reaching more than half way to us. His posture was stern as he walked towards us at what seemed a normal pace. But his foot steps were spaced distantly apart allowing him to traverse distance speedily. I told
Michael: “Look at that! Look how big he is. Damn, he’s TALL!” Michael acknowledged in agreement.
The creature stopped about 40’ in front of my Bronco, and confronted us with a furious look. Right away, Michael and I sensed danger. Instead of walking around, the sasquatch deliberately marched directly towards us. I told Michael “QUICK, LOCK THE DOORS!”
Reacting immediately in rapid sequence, I pressed down on the clutch pedal, twisted around and turned my head looking out the rear, I pressed down on the accelerator revving up the engine, then, quickly released the clutch pedal making for a speedy getaway backwards. But something was wrong, I wasn’t moving . . . I forgot to shift! Quickly, I slammed down on the clutch pedal, and shifted the transmission into reverse, revved up the engine a couple more times, and quickly released the clutch again. Then, I started to panic realizing that I still wasn’t moving . . . I forgot to release the emergency brake! Nervously, I attempted to reach down for the brake-release handle when I noticed the sasquatch was already standing about 8 feet from the right front corner of my Bronco staring down at us. Both, Michael and I were horrified, too scared to move.
Then, the sasquatch moved in closer and stood next to the door. Facing towards the rear of the truck, his body bent over leaning forward. This guy was so tall, I had to twist and turn my head around clockwise, slowly, to see what he was doing. His head was positioned at the rear corner of my Bronco with his eyes peering in at us through right-side rear window where snow wasn’t sticking. Then he stood back up and turned facing the side of my Bronco. Meanwhile, Michael sat terrified and frozen to his chair.
Not knowing what was going to happen, I wasn’t going to waste a second while making a last attempt to get away quickly. I revved up my engine, hoping in part to scare the sasquatch from getting closer, and initiate a rapid escape from there.
Unexpectedly and surprisingly then, the Bronco started rocking from side to side. The sasquatch was shaking my Bronco pushing against the roof edge. The shaking intensified, then stopped. A moment passed as the sasquatch repositioned himself. Then, I heard it grunt a couple times and the shaking resumed more violently. Suddenly, I felt pain on my head. Michael’s head and my head were banging against each other and against the door windows and frames. Michael, being taller, hit his head on the inner roof edge too. I was about to get the words out but Michael was faster than me as he complained: “Stop banging my head! Stop it! It hurts!” I shouted to Michael “I’m trying not to”. Holding on, I tried to control myself on my seat. Glancing sideways, I saw the sasquatch rocking my Bronco. His hair was rubbing against the windows causing the snow to fall off. The intensified rocking caused my tires on the right side of the Bronco to clear off the ground a few times. Finally, the sasquatch let go and the tires hit the ground.
Bewildered from this experience, I was hoping that BigFoot was finished, walk away and leave us alone. But NO! He had to walk around to my side of the Bronco, clockwise, and stood next to my door. I was terrified. Then he moved back a ways and growled at us a couple of times. Its’ growl had a grumbling low resonance to it which no human could replicate audibly, it’s hard to describe. Then, it returned, grabbed my roof and growled again and my truck started rocking. Through my drivers-side door, I saw snow wiping off with its’ hair rubbing tightly against my window as the creature was shaking my truck.
In spite of fear, this wild idea flashed through my mind: What if . . . I quickly roll down my window and pluck off a few hairs, and then quickly roll the window back up? The sasquatch was right there, closer than an arm’s length. I had the window of opportunity but with only a few moments to carry this out.
Carefully, I weighed out the pros and cons:
PROS
1: I would have obtained real sasquatch hair samples!
CONS
1: Possible retaliation – Undoubtedly, it could roll my truck over
2: We could be killed
3: If we survived, it would be one hell of a long walk back to the nearest paved road.
4: It was freezing outside with lots of snow on the ground
5: There were doubts that Michael and I would have been able to roll my truck upright and questionable if drivable.
The risks were high, so I decided ‘not to’ do it; which probably was the best choice. But still, I think the idea holds some merit of value.
As the Bronco rocked more violently, Michael’s head and mine were banging against each other again. My left hand was grasping firmly onto the steering wheel and my right hand was grasping tightly on the floor shifter knob; I had minimal control. When the opportunity prevailed, I released my hand from the steering wheel and grasped the first solid thing to my left side, the door rest. A few moments later I quickly let go of the floor-shifter knob, reached below the seat and grasped firmly on the lower edge. Finally, I gained control of myself. Michael’s hands were already grasping firmly on the lower edges of his seat. I told Michael “HANG ON TIGHT, LET’S RIDE THIS OUT!” (This presented a whole new concept to the term ‘BUCKING BRONCO’.) Having regained physical control, we were able to prevent our heads from further banging. The creature shook the truck a few more times and then let go and the tires slammed back onto the ground again.
The sasquatch moved away, about 40 feet, from the side of my truck into the field. It turned around and looked at us. As it paused for a few seconds, I heard it growl a couple more times. Then it turned and started walking through the field, parallel to the road. Michael and I thought the creature was finally going to leave. Michael expressed a couple profanities to it and I started contributing too. Apparently, the sasquatch heard us because it slowed down and twisted around to look at us. We quickly shut up, afraid that we might stir up a problem.
After traversing about 100 feet, it stopped, looked around, then turned facing us. He watched us for a few moments, then he started backtracking to a little ways further back from where he was standing. From that point he watched us as if waiting for us to emerge from the vehicle or make some kind of move. But no way, we were chicken! Michael and I tried to watch it too, but that area was dark, and it was difficult to see him. We wondered what it might do next.
Several seconds had already passed when the sasquatch started to approach my Bronco again, heading towards my door. From there, it turned and walked around, counter-clockwise, to the passenger side. Michael was frightened and held still. Then, the sasquatch reached over grasping both side edges of my roof and started rocking my truck again. The tires were clearing off the ground again. In a moment, the sasquatch grunted and heaved. All of a sudden my body was pressed against the door and then something heavy fell on me. I tried to push myself upward but couldn’t. Then, I looked over and saw this hand pressing hard against my right upper arm and shoulder. I followed the arm looking for its owner. Surprisingly, it turned out to be Michael’s. All the while, my Bronco was being held up, tilted and balanced on the two left wheels. Once, it felt like the truck was going to roll over, but the sasquatch held on and pulled it back. I was surprised of this and couldn’t understand why the sasquatch didn’t push my truck all the way over. Our destiny was in its hands. Then, I begged him “Michael, let go of me you’re too heavy!” Michael said “I can’t!” I told Michael again “Get off of me, I can’t get up!” Michael exclaimed “I can’t, I’m falling . . . I can’t hold myself up!” Then I realized the only thing holding him there was his seat belt. Within seconds, the sasquatch dropped the Bronco sending the tires slamming back onto the ground. As Michael and I tried to regain our senses, the sasquatch started walking slowly away. Passing around the right-front corner of my Bronco, it walked left diagonally crossing over the road. All the while it kept twisting its body keeping a watchful eye on us. Then, it walked down the hill around some trees, counter-clockwise, and disappeared.
We knew it was time to get the hell out of there. After waiting several moments, making sure that the sasquatch was gone, I tried to start the engine. But it wouldn’t start. The carburetor must have flooded. Anxious to get away, I had to wait for a bit. Looking through the windows, I saw numerous foot prints embedded in the snow. They were all around my Bronco, on the road and in the field everywhere. The size of each foot print was enormously large.
I cranked the starter a few times and soon the engine restarted. Not wanting to make any mistake, I carefully shifted into gear and drove backwards following the path I had already made in the snow. I continued in reverse until I found a safe area where I could turn around without getting stuck. Worried that the sasquatch could appear again from around the trees, I did not want to have another encounter with it. After we turned around, I sped back for a good two or three miles before I slowed down. We eventually got back onto the paved road and returned back to Amy’s house.
Upon returning I wondered how I was going to tell Amy about our encounter. I walked inside and I heard Amy calling from the other room “Are you guys back already?” I answered “Yes we are.” Then she asked if we had any problems on our trip. I said “Yes, we did.” Amy approached me asking “What happened?” I told her we seen a sasquatch. Before I was able to go into details, Michael hollered to Amy as he stormed through the door “We saw a sasquatch, we saw a sasquatch, and it almost rolled us over!” Amy was startled and rushed over back to me asking if it was true. I said “YES! We did see a sasquatch and we were attacked; it nearly rolled my Bronco over!” We talked about the encounter for a while and Amy suggested that I should report it to the authorities. But I didn’t want to go that far and because people might ridicule me about it. Amy opposed and continued to urge me to report it.
In conclusion, I never did report it to the authorities and left it as that . . . until now. I believe the sasquatch assumed that I was stalking it, giving a probable reason for attacking. I’m looking for comments on this.
Witnesses: John and Michael
by John (The Humdingerguy)
To read Part 1 of this encounter, click here.
REAL SASQUATCH ENCOUNTERS
by John
ENCOUNTER 2
PART 2
The sasquatch made his way around the obstacle(s) then followed along the edge of the field, close by where the trees were. Being a distance from us I wanted to get a closer view. So I drove my Bronco forward about 30 feet when I noticed the sasquatch became startled, so I stopped. The sasquatch stopped too and turned left facing us with an angry glare. After a few moments he turned and continued heading towards the road. Still, there was too much distance between the sasquatch and us and I really wanted to get closer. Trying not to scare the sasquatch, I carefully moved my Bronco ahead another 10 feet, then had to stop quickly when I saw the creature stop abruptly, turn his body, glaring at us angrier. Not wanting to cause any further problems, I shifted my transmission into neutral and applied the emergency brake. A couple moments later, the sasquatch turned and continued walking and twisting sideways repeatedly as he kept a watchful eye on us. As it was passing through the lighted area of my headlights I noticed something dangling . . . it had a penis. Soon, he crossed over the road and headed diagonally downhill. After walking several feet he stopped and looked around in the direction he was heading. Then, he turned and glared at us for a few moments, with what appeared to be an unhappy look. From there, he turned around and walked back up to the road. Standing in the center, he turned right and presented us with a glaring mad look.
At this time Michael was rambling again showing fear. I told Michael to be quiet and listen to me because I had two important questions I needed to ask him. Michael agreed to listen. I asked Michael specifically:
1. “Are you seeing exactly what I am seeing?” Michael answered firmly “YES!”
2. “Are you experiencing exactly the same thing I am experiencing?” Michael answered firmly “YES” again!
I said “GOOD, we are in agreement with each other. Remember this night and don’t forget it.” Michael agreed not to forget it.
As the sasquatch stood there I told Michael that “I wished I had a camera so that I could photograph it to show as proof of what we are seeing and experiencing right now”. Michael agreed. Observing the sasquatch, I can describe him as being very tall (8½ ’~9 ½ ’), very muscular build with broad shoulders and no neck, long black hair covered most of his body, his head was somewhat conical with black facial skin, and yes, he had a penis and testicles, all of which compose a true, genuine male specimen.
Within a few moments, the creature started walking towards us. I told Michael “Don’t to do anything to provoke him; just look at him and watch”. I thought, presumptuously, that it would pass around my Bronco and continue walking down the road behind us like any other animal would. It didn’t take long before the sasquatch had traveled some distance reaching more than half way to us. His posture was stern as he walked towards us at what seemed a normal pace. But his foot steps were spaced distantly apart allowing him to traverse distance speedily. I told
Michael: “Look at that! Look how big he is. Damn, he’s TALL!” Michael acknowledged in agreement.
The creature stopped about 40’ in front of my Bronco, and confronted us with a furious look. Right away, Michael and I sensed danger. Instead of walking around, the sasquatch deliberately marched directly towards us. I told Michael “QUICK, LOCK THE DOORS!”
Reacting immediately in rapid sequence, I pressed down on the clutch pedal, twisted around and turned my head looking out the rear, I pressed down on the accelerator revving up the engine, then, quickly released the clutch pedal making for a speedy getaway backwards. But something was wrong, I wasn’t moving . . . I forgot to shift! Quickly, I slammed down on the clutch pedal, and shifted the transmission into reverse, revved up the engine a couple more times, and quickly released the clutch again. Then, I started to panic realizing that I still wasn’t moving . . . I forgot to release the emergency brake! Nervously, I attempted to reach down for the brake-release handle when I noticed the sasquatch was already standing about 8 feet from the right front corner of my Bronco staring down at us. Both, Michael and I were horrified, too scared to move.
Then, the sasquatch moved in closer and stood next to the door. Facing towards the rear of the truck, his body bent over leaning forward. This guy was so tall, I had to twist and turn my head around clockwise, slowly, to see what he was doing. His head was positioned at the rear corner of my Bronco with his eyes peering in at us through right-side rear window where snow wasn’t sticking. Then he stood back up and turned facing the side of my Bronco. Meanwhile, Michael sat terrified and frozen to his chair.
Not knowing what was going to happen, I wasn’t going to waste a second while making a last attempt to get away quickly. I revved up my engine, hoping in part to scare the sasquatch from getting closer, and initiate a rapid escape from there.
Unexpectedly and surprisingly then, the Bronco started rocking from side to side. The sasquatch was shaking my Bronco pushing against the roof edge. The shaking intensified, then stopped. A moment passed as the sasquatch repositioned himself. Then, I heard it grunt a couple times and the shaking resumed more violently. Suddenly, I felt pain on my head. Michael’s head and my head were banging against each other and against the door windows and frames. Michael, being taller, hit his head on the inner roof edge too. I was about to get the words out but Michael was faster than me as he complained: “Stop banging my head! Stop it! It hurts!” I shouted to Michael “I’m trying not to”. Holding on, I tried to control myself on my seat. Glancing sideways, I saw the sasquatch rocking my Bronco. His hair was rubbing against the windows causing the snow to fall off. The intensified rocking caused my tires on the right side of the Bronco to clear off the ground a few times. Finally, the sasquatch let go and the tires hit the ground.
Bewildered from this experience, I was hoping that BigFoot was finished, walk away and leave us alone. But NO! He had to walk around to my side of the Bronco, clockwise, and stood next to my door. I was terrified. Then he moved back a ways and growled at us a couple of times. Its’ growl had a grumbling low resonance to it which no human could replicate audibly, it’s hard to describe. Then, it returned, grabbed my roof and growled again and my truck started rocking. Through my drivers-side door, I saw snow wiping off with its’ hair rubbing tightly against my window as the creature was shaking my truck.
In spite of fear, this wild idea flashed through my mind: What if . . . I quickly roll down my window and pluck off a few hairs, and then quickly roll the window back up? The sasquatch was right there, closer than an arm’s length. I had the window of opportunity but with only a few moments to carry this out.
Carefully, I weighed out the pros and cons:
PROS
1: I would have obtained real sasquatch hair samples!
CONS
1: Possible retaliation – Undoubtedly, it could roll my truck over
2: We could be killed
3: If we survived, it would be one hell of a long walk back to the nearest paved road.
4: It was freezing outside with lots of snow on the ground
5: There were doubts that Michael and I would have been able to roll my truck upright and questionable if drivable.
The risks were high, so I decided ‘not to’ do it; which probably was the best choice. But still, I think the idea holds some merit of value.
As the Bronco rocked more violently, Michael’s head and mine were banging against each other again. My left hand was grasping firmly onto the steering wheel and my right hand was grasping tightly on the floor shifter knob; I had minimal control. When the opportunity prevailed, I released my hand from the steering wheel and grasped the first solid thing to my left side, the door rest. A few moments later I quickly let go of the floor-shifter knob, reached below the seat and grasped firmly on the lower edge. Finally, I gained control of myself. Michael’s hands were already grasping firmly on the lower edges of his seat. I told Michael “HANG ON TIGHT, LET’S RIDE THIS OUT!” (This presented a whole new concept to the term ‘BUCKING BRONCO’.) Having regained physical control, we were able to prevent our heads from further banging. The creature shook the truck a few more times and then let go and the tires slammed back onto the ground again.
The sasquatch moved away, about 40 feet, from the side of my truck into the field. It turned around and looked at us. As it paused for a few seconds, I heard it growl a couple more times. Then it turned and started walking through the field, parallel to the road. Michael and I thought the creature was finally going to leave. Michael expressed a couple profanities to it and I started contributing too. Apparently, the sasquatch heard us because it slowed down and twisted around to look at us. We quickly shut up, afraid that we might stir up a problem.
After traversing about 100 feet, it stopped, looked around, then turned facing us. He watched us for a few moments, then he started backtracking to a little ways further back from where he was standing. From that point he watched us as if waiting for us to emerge from the vehicle or make some kind of move. But no way, we were chicken! Michael and I tried to watch it too, but that area was dark, and it was difficult to see him. We wondered what it might do next.
Several seconds had already passed when the sasquatch started to approach my Bronco again, heading towards my door. From there, it turned and walked around, counter-clockwise, to the passenger side. Michael was frightened and held still. Then, the sasquatch reached over grasping both side edges of my roof and started rocking my truck again. The tires were clearing off the ground again. In a moment, the sasquatch grunted and heaved. All of a sudden my body was pressed against the door and then something heavy fell on me. I tried to push myself upward but couldn’t. Then, I looked over and saw this hand pressing hard against my right upper arm and shoulder. I followed the arm looking for its owner. Surprisingly, it turned out to be Michael’s. All the while, my Bronco was being held up, tilted and balanced on the two left wheels. Once, it felt like the truck was going to roll over, but the sasquatch held on and pulled it back. I was surprised of this and couldn’t understand why the sasquatch didn’t push my truck all the way over. Our destiny was in its hands. Then, I begged him “Michael, let go of me you’re too heavy!” Michael said “I can’t!” I told Michael again “Get off of me, I can’t get up!” Michael exclaimed “I can’t, I’m falling . . . I can’t hold myself up!” Then I realized the only thing holding him there was his seat belt. Within seconds, the sasquatch dropped the Bronco sending the tires slamming back onto the ground. As Michael and I tried to regain our senses, the sasquatch started walking slowly away. Passing around the right-front corner of my Bronco, it walked left diagonally crossing over the road. All the while it kept twisting its body keeping a watchful eye on us. Then, it walked down the hill around some trees, counter-clockwise, and disappeared.
We knew it was time to get the hell out of there. After waiting several moments, making sure that the sasquatch was gone, I tried to start the engine. But it wouldn’t start. The carburetor must have flooded. Anxious to get away, I had to wait for a bit. Looking through the windows, I saw numerous foot prints embedded in the snow. They were all around my Bronco, on the road and in the field everywhere. The size of each foot print was enormously large.
I cranked the starter a few times and soon the engine restarted. Not wanting to make any mistake, I carefully shifted into gear and drove backwards following the path I had already made in the snow. I continued in reverse until I found a safe area where I could turn around without getting stuck. Worried that the sasquatch could appear again from around the trees, I did not want to have another encounter with it. After we turned around, I sped back for a good two or three miles before I slowed down. We eventually got back onto the paved road and returned back to Amy’s house.
Upon returning I wondered how I was going to tell Amy about our encounter. I walked inside and I heard Amy calling from the other room “Are you guys back already?” I answered “Yes we are.” Then she asked if we had any problems on our trip. I said “Yes, we did.” Amy approached me asking “What happened?” I told her we seen a sasquatch. Before I was able to go into details, Michael hollered to Amy as he stormed through the door “We saw a sasquatch, we saw a sasquatch, and it almost rolled us over!” Amy was startled and rushed over back to me asking if it was true. I said “YES! We did see a sasquatch and we were attacked; it nearly rolled my Bronco over!” We talked about the encounter for a while and Amy suggested that I should report it to the authorities. But I didn’t want to go that far and because people might ridicule me about it. Amy opposed and continued to urge me to report it.
In conclusion, I never did report it to the authorities and left it as that . . . until now. I believe the sasquatch assumed that I was stalking it, giving a probable reason for attacking. I’m looking for comments on this.
Witnesses: John and Michael
by John (The Humdingerguy)
SASQUATCH SIGHTINGS: A Second Close Encounter in the Sierras-Part 1
John has completed his written description of his second encounter. He's been working on it in his spare time, so this is why it's taken longer than he would have liked. After you read it, I'm sure you will appreciate the attention to detail in which he describes his encounter. I will break it up into 2 or 3 parts, as his write up came in 4 pages of single spaced, size 10 Arial font, and very narrow margins. He apologized to me for the length of his story, but I don't think it would do any justice to shorten his account.
I had the opportunity to meet with John on two occasions, and spent several hours with him, discussing his encounters, going over Google maps and generally talking squatch. I find John to be a very sincere person, and he has a childlike enthusiasm that is contagious, as he talks about his encounters. I heard this account during our first phone conversation, and then again, over dinner. John's enormous amount of vivid detail, did not waiver. His story was always consistent, and I found no discrepancies in his telling and retelling of this encounter.
Some of you will balk at this encounter, I'm sure. After all, it is part of the squatch game, to have the doubters. I will tell you, for what it's worth, after sitting with John, I believe him. I will be spending more time with John, and we will go out squatching together in the spring. John will appreciate constructive comments. I will not publish any comments that ridicule or berate John. This site is for those who want to read it. I will not get involved in bashing anyone.
Sorry for the rant. I recieved a couple nasty comments directed at me, which is no big deal. I just don't want to be sucked into any drama. I don't need it. Hope you understand my point.
To read John's Encounter 1, click here.
As for me and my last couple of trips, I apologize for not getting anything posted. Woodrat and I spent 4 days up in a place, I will refer to as, "The Meadow." I took a photo of what I like to call, "My first blobsquatch." This was in the first hours of setting up camp. Then nothing eventful happened until we were cleaning up camp, and had some great vocalizations, on three sides of us, that last day. I've just not had a lot of computer time to get caught up on the blog. I'll catch up as soon as I'm able. I have a few pictures to post, along with some video.
As for John..... Here is the second encounter, in his words.
REAL SASQUATCH ENCOUNTERS
by John
ENCOUNTER 2
PART 1
On December 25, 1990 I was in Quincy, California visiting a girl friend. As evening approached I found myself restless and felt like going out for some fun. I asked Amy if she’d like to go out four-wheeling with me. She said she’d like to but stated that she should stay home and take care of her kids. And she also wanted a little time to assemble a toy for her oldest son. Her adopted brother, Michael, over heard the conversation then jumped in saying that he’d like to go four-wheeling with me. As much as I wanted to spend some time with Amy, I gave in to take Michael instead. So we gathered our coats and headed out.
It was snowing outside with about 3” inches of snow on the ground. As we buckled down in my orange 1973 Ford Bronco Michael asked where we were going. I said “I don’t know but I’m sure we could find a place to go”. Michael said he knew of a dirt road near the area of the Quincy dump and suggested we go there. So I said “OK”.
When we were near Michael pointed where to turn off. We stopped and jumped out to lock my hubs. From there we took off on the dirt road.
At this time it was snowing heavier with an accumulation of about 4” on the ground. Being in no rush I drove at a comfortable speed accordingly to the terrain. Having no idea where it leads to, we just followed the road and enjoyed the drive. A short time later, the snow reduced to light flakes falling. The headlights on my Bronco reflecting off the snow enhanced the luminescence all around. Soon, it stopped snowing and the clouds broke open allowing stars to shine brightly, enabling us to see a greater distance clearly. It was so beautiful and peaceful out there.
After driving some distance I looked at my odometer and mentioned that we had already traveled a few miles. We contemplated about turning around and start heading back, but, being indecisive we continued to travel further. It was snowing again when I noticed an open field, a distance ahead, coming into view. The road curved to the left, following lengthwise of the field. Trees and bushes were scattered in between, separating the road from the field. We found a small area, clear of trees and brush, and stopped momentarily to gaze through into the field. Its appearance resembled a half-circular corral with a bottle-neck shaped field, merging into a wider field extending outward lengthwise. Then, something at a distance caught my eye. I pointed my finger and told Michael “Look, there’s something moving out there in that field. It came out from the area where the trees are denser on the other side. Can you see it?” Michael said “Yeah, I see it.” I mentioned to him that it’s probably a bear. Michael wasn’t too sure. We watched it walking through the snow outwards, lengthwise through the field.
After passing, parallel to, the narrow section of the bottle-neck shape field, the road turned right leading us across the field from the left side to the right side. Another dirt road soon appeared on my left hand side a short distance away running parallel with the one I was on. Strange as it was, I wondered what purpose the other road was there for. Before we reached the other side, we saw the creature, on our left side, in the field. After we crossed, the road turned left and led us around a couple of boulders, several trees, and another boulder. Then, the road turned left again, crossing over the field, back to the other side. The mystery ended when I found myself on that road. Looking across the terrain, I noticed the field was curved angular and extended outward lengthwise. Dense clouds and some fog obscured visibility towards the far end of the field. I couldn’t see the trees. Looking to our right, we found ourselves closer to the creature and discovered that it was walking upright. It twisted around and glanced back at us about three times as it continued walking lengthwise through the field. We assumed it must be someone hiking out there. But something didn’t look right. We weren’t sure if the hiker was wearing a back pack, nor did we see any evidence of flashlight use. It was difficult to see him clearly because he was leaning forward and it was snowing.
After reaching back to the left side of the field, the road sloped downward, squirreled around turning towards the right. Trees and brush were scattered about on the right-hand side separating us from the field again. We continued our journey forward. Looking further ahead, I saw the road leading into a right turn. We followed the road around and shortly the field appeared ahead of us. The trees and bushes, on the right-hand side of the road were spacing further apart as we were passing by. As I drove slower, we spotted the hiker a distance away. Michael and I watched as the hiker was getting closer. Then, I stopped momentarily.
An existing fence stood in the field a distance away positioned parallel to the road. The length of it didn’t span completely across, but, openings at each end provided room to pass through. Apparently, the field was part of the half-corral we passed earlier.
It was still snowing when the hiker reached the end of the fence. As I watched him, thoughts were running through my mind. Being miles away from civilization, the hiker must surely be cold and may be lost. And, perhaps, he might appreciate the courtesy of us stopping there to offer him a ride back into town in the comfort of a warm vehicle. But there was something that just didn’t look right and I couldn’t figure it out. The hiker stood near the end of the fence and looked at us for a few moments and contemplated which direction to go. It appeared that he was aiming to cross the road and, also, trying to avoid getting near us. I couldn’t understand why the hiker would want to act that way. Then, he turned to his left, and started walking along the inside of the fence. About half way across he stopped, turned around and returned back where he started. The hiker looked at us again, then proceeded around and walked along the outside of the fence. After he reached the other end he looked over and glanced at us, then looked around. Not knowing which way to go, he turned around and headed back to the other end again, glancing over at us a couple more times along the way. In a small area, he paced a few steps to and fro, and looked around. Then, he moved on.
By his motions, it appeared that he wanted to pass through the center of the field to cross over the road. But observing our presence on the road, he kept towards the other side. Soon, he noticed an obstacle on the ground, probably a large boulder and/or large brush, and he knew he was going to have to get around it somehow. Not seeing an alternative, he decided to pass around it clockwise. The falling snow decreased rapidly then. The hiker turned facing towards us, raised his head looking right at us as he moved forward a few steps. Just then, we were able to ascertain the true identity of the hiker. We had a clear view of him.
Suddenly, our jaws dropped and eyes stretched widely open as we couldn’t believe what we were seeing. Leaning forward in our seats we stared intensely on the hiker. That’s when we realized it was not human. Astonishingly and excitedly, we hollered to each other: “WOW, LOOK AT THAT . . . IT’S A SASQUATCH! LOOK AT THAT! IT’S A REAL SASQUATCH!” We were ecstatic.
Click here to read PART 2
I had the opportunity to meet with John on two occasions, and spent several hours with him, discussing his encounters, going over Google maps and generally talking squatch. I find John to be a very sincere person, and he has a childlike enthusiasm that is contagious, as he talks about his encounters. I heard this account during our first phone conversation, and then again, over dinner. John's enormous amount of vivid detail, did not waiver. His story was always consistent, and I found no discrepancies in his telling and retelling of this encounter.
Some of you will balk at this encounter, I'm sure. After all, it is part of the squatch game, to have the doubters. I will tell you, for what it's worth, after sitting with John, I believe him. I will be spending more time with John, and we will go out squatching together in the spring. John will appreciate constructive comments. I will not publish any comments that ridicule or berate John. This site is for those who want to read it. I will not get involved in bashing anyone.
Sorry for the rant. I recieved a couple nasty comments directed at me, which is no big deal. I just don't want to be sucked into any drama. I don't need it. Hope you understand my point.
To read John's Encounter 1, click here.
As for me and my last couple of trips, I apologize for not getting anything posted. Woodrat and I spent 4 days up in a place, I will refer to as, "The Meadow." I took a photo of what I like to call, "My first blobsquatch." This was in the first hours of setting up camp. Then nothing eventful happened until we were cleaning up camp, and had some great vocalizations, on three sides of us, that last day. I've just not had a lot of computer time to get caught up on the blog. I'll catch up as soon as I'm able. I have a few pictures to post, along with some video.
As for John..... Here is the second encounter, in his words.
REAL SASQUATCH ENCOUNTERS
by John
ENCOUNTER 2
PART 1
On December 25, 1990 I was in Quincy, California visiting a girl friend. As evening approached I found myself restless and felt like going out for some fun. I asked Amy if she’d like to go out four-wheeling with me. She said she’d like to but stated that she should stay home and take care of her kids. And she also wanted a little time to assemble a toy for her oldest son. Her adopted brother, Michael, over heard the conversation then jumped in saying that he’d like to go four-wheeling with me. As much as I wanted to spend some time with Amy, I gave in to take Michael instead. So we gathered our coats and headed out.
It was snowing outside with about 3” inches of snow on the ground. As we buckled down in my orange 1973 Ford Bronco Michael asked where we were going. I said “I don’t know but I’m sure we could find a place to go”. Michael said he knew of a dirt road near the area of the Quincy dump and suggested we go there. So I said “OK”.
When we were near Michael pointed where to turn off. We stopped and jumped out to lock my hubs. From there we took off on the dirt road.
At this time it was snowing heavier with an accumulation of about 4” on the ground. Being in no rush I drove at a comfortable speed accordingly to the terrain. Having no idea where it leads to, we just followed the road and enjoyed the drive. A short time later, the snow reduced to light flakes falling. The headlights on my Bronco reflecting off the snow enhanced the luminescence all around. Soon, it stopped snowing and the clouds broke open allowing stars to shine brightly, enabling us to see a greater distance clearly. It was so beautiful and peaceful out there.
After driving some distance I looked at my odometer and mentioned that we had already traveled a few miles. We contemplated about turning around and start heading back, but, being indecisive we continued to travel further. It was snowing again when I noticed an open field, a distance ahead, coming into view. The road curved to the left, following lengthwise of the field. Trees and bushes were scattered in between, separating the road from the field. We found a small area, clear of trees and brush, and stopped momentarily to gaze through into the field. Its appearance resembled a half-circular corral with a bottle-neck shaped field, merging into a wider field extending outward lengthwise. Then, something at a distance caught my eye. I pointed my finger and told Michael “Look, there’s something moving out there in that field. It came out from the area where the trees are denser on the other side. Can you see it?” Michael said “Yeah, I see it.” I mentioned to him that it’s probably a bear. Michael wasn’t too sure. We watched it walking through the snow outwards, lengthwise through the field.
After passing, parallel to, the narrow section of the bottle-neck shape field, the road turned right leading us across the field from the left side to the right side. Another dirt road soon appeared on my left hand side a short distance away running parallel with the one I was on. Strange as it was, I wondered what purpose the other road was there for. Before we reached the other side, we saw the creature, on our left side, in the field. After we crossed, the road turned left and led us around a couple of boulders, several trees, and another boulder. Then, the road turned left again, crossing over the field, back to the other side. The mystery ended when I found myself on that road. Looking across the terrain, I noticed the field was curved angular and extended outward lengthwise. Dense clouds and some fog obscured visibility towards the far end of the field. I couldn’t see the trees. Looking to our right, we found ourselves closer to the creature and discovered that it was walking upright. It twisted around and glanced back at us about three times as it continued walking lengthwise through the field. We assumed it must be someone hiking out there. But something didn’t look right. We weren’t sure if the hiker was wearing a back pack, nor did we see any evidence of flashlight use. It was difficult to see him clearly because he was leaning forward and it was snowing.
After reaching back to the left side of the field, the road sloped downward, squirreled around turning towards the right. Trees and brush were scattered about on the right-hand side separating us from the field again. We continued our journey forward. Looking further ahead, I saw the road leading into a right turn. We followed the road around and shortly the field appeared ahead of us. The trees and bushes, on the right-hand side of the road were spacing further apart as we were passing by. As I drove slower, we spotted the hiker a distance away. Michael and I watched as the hiker was getting closer. Then, I stopped momentarily.
An existing fence stood in the field a distance away positioned parallel to the road. The length of it didn’t span completely across, but, openings at each end provided room to pass through. Apparently, the field was part of the half-corral we passed earlier.
It was still snowing when the hiker reached the end of the fence. As I watched him, thoughts were running through my mind. Being miles away from civilization, the hiker must surely be cold and may be lost. And, perhaps, he might appreciate the courtesy of us stopping there to offer him a ride back into town in the comfort of a warm vehicle. But there was something that just didn’t look right and I couldn’t figure it out. The hiker stood near the end of the fence and looked at us for a few moments and contemplated which direction to go. It appeared that he was aiming to cross the road and, also, trying to avoid getting near us. I couldn’t understand why the hiker would want to act that way. Then, he turned to his left, and started walking along the inside of the fence. About half way across he stopped, turned around and returned back where he started. The hiker looked at us again, then proceeded around and walked along the outside of the fence. After he reached the other end he looked over and glanced at us, then looked around. Not knowing which way to go, he turned around and headed back to the other end again, glancing over at us a couple more times along the way. In a small area, he paced a few steps to and fro, and looked around. Then, he moved on.
By his motions, it appeared that he wanted to pass through the center of the field to cross over the road. But observing our presence on the road, he kept towards the other side. Soon, he noticed an obstacle on the ground, probably a large boulder and/or large brush, and he knew he was going to have to get around it somehow. Not seeing an alternative, he decided to pass around it clockwise. The falling snow decreased rapidly then. The hiker turned facing towards us, raised his head looking right at us as he moved forward a few steps. Just then, we were able to ascertain the true identity of the hiker. We had a clear view of him.
Suddenly, our jaws dropped and eyes stretched widely open as we couldn’t believe what we were seeing. Leaning forward in our seats we stared intensely on the hiker. That’s when we realized it was not human. Astonishingly and excitedly, we hollered to each other: “WOW, LOOK AT THAT . . . IT’S A SASQUATCH! LOOK AT THAT! IT’S A REAL SASQUATCH!” We were ecstatic.
Click here to read PART 2
Friday, October 1, 2010
Great Union Creek Resort Bigfoot Search on October 9th
I just received this email from Kent at the Union Creek Resort, regarding a bigfoot event they are hosting on October 9th, 2010. Looks like a beautiful, squatchy place. Wish I had the time to attend. For those who might be interested, here's the info:
September 28, 2010
RE: Great Union Creek Resort Bigfoot Search on October 9th
Dear Bigfoot Enthusiast,
We wanted to drop you a note to let you know about our upcoming Great Union Creek Resort Bigfoot Search Event on October 9th. We are one of the recognized HOTSPOTS for Bigfoot sightings and are rapidly coming up to the time of year when many of our sightings normally occur. This is also when all of the local enthusiasts get together to share their experiences and encounters with the local Bipeds. We will also have the Annual Bigfoot games where competitors compete for the Bigfoot trophy. You can also experience the Bigfoot Burger and Sasquatch Shake from our Chuckwagon and Ice Cream Shop. We would welcome experts such as yourself to share the facts concerning Bigfoot. If you need lodging please call us at the number below for reservations. Please make reservations early as this is a very popular event.
If you have any questions do not hesitate to call us toll free at 866-560-3565.
Have a wonderful day!
Kent and Sandy Watson
Union Creek Resort
866-560-3565
www.unioncreekoregon.com
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