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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.
Showing posts with label Nevada Bigfoot sightings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nevada Bigfoot sightings. Show all posts
Saturday, January 26, 2013
SASQUATCH: Bigfoot In Oregon?
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Thursday, June 28, 2012
FEELING SQUATCHY?
I'd love it if any of those who have purchased something would send me a picture of yourself, modeling your FEELING SQUATCHY and I BELIEVE wares.
Thanks again everyone! stbigfoot@gmail.com
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Monday, May 14, 2012
FEELING SQUATCHY?
Sales numbers aren't going to get a thermal imager anytime soon, but for me, I'm just completely jazzed that there are folks out there sporting Sierra Tahoe Bigfoot Research gear. I think the spike in sales can be attributed to the popularity of Finding Bigfoot on Animal Planet. Since it first aired, 12 shirts and a water bottle have sold. Women's wear is the most popular. Thank you ladies!
I'd love it if any of those who have purchased something would send me a picture of yourself, modeling your FEELING SQUATCHY and I BELIEVE wares.
Thanks again everyone! stbigfoot@gmail.com
CLICK HERE TO VISIT THE STBR SHOP
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Jordan Talks About His Nevada Bigfoot Encounter
Listen to Jordan talk about his Nevada bigfoot encounter, on The Bigfoot Tonight Show.
To read more about Jordan's experience:
BIGFOOT: Nevada Sasquatch Encounter Lasting Several Hours, Part 1
BIGFOOT: Nevada Sasquatch Encounter Lasting Several Hours, Part 2
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Inspired By Bigfoot
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
The Rise of Bigfoot, TV, And Those Who Squatch
I've been looking at the recent search engine tags that have directed people here to SierraTahoeBigfoot.com. My hits are way up, and I'm sure it has to do with the popularity of the new show, Finding Bigfoot on Animal Planet. All of us who have the bigfoot bug, squatchfluenza, love to watch any and all squatch TV. Now, I think what the show has done, is bring a lot of bigfooty people out of the closet. Last year, I wrote about the stigma that goes along with being a "believer." Funny enough, it was when I was writing about Cliff Barackman, getting robbed of first place in a contest he participated in. (click to read more) Now look at him! For the noobs to my site, Cliff's blog was the inspiration for mine. I think I wrote about it at one point, and I know I did talk about it on my interview with Nite Callers Radio.
Yada, yada, yada...My point is? There are a lot more of you squatchy people out there than I thought there was!
This brings me to my next observation. By looking at some of the other tag words bringing people to this website, it seems as though there is a boom in those wanting to start their own quest to see a sasquatch. The main reason I do it is because I want to see one for myself. I've been interested in them since I was a kid in the 70s. Since I've been actively blogging, most of the folks I've talked to, that have seen a squatch tell me, "Be careful what you wish for." One guy I know of actually had a form of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) after he had an encounter last year. It involved pine cones being thrown into camp, and then waking up to one looking down on him through the ventilation screen, in the roof of his tent. He hasn't wanted to share more than that. End of story. It wasn't a violent encounter, but sometimes we react differently than we think we will. I'm sure most of us would be a little shook up after seeing the "boogeyman" for the first time. What I'd hate is for this type of unforseen reaction, to have a bad outcome. Either someone could wind up with PTSD, or worse yet, shoot one out of fear, or have a run in with a squatch that has been hurt by humans, and then decides to protect itself.
I'm not trying to deter anyone from going out on their own little sasquatch adventure. After all, most sightings are accidental, on the squatches part. They just wander into the path of an oncoming human, and get seen. With each encounter having varying degrees of reaction. Just remember, they are a lot smarter than most people give them credit for. Those of us that beat the bushes, dawning our GPS devices and cameras, have very little success in actually seeing one. I know I've been close to them, I know they were around me, but I've yet to see one. I can tell you after what experiences I've had, no one can tell me they are not real. I know there is some other species of bipedal hominid out there.
Ok, so I'm missing being out in the Sierras pounding the pine needles, enjoying the squatch's domain, so herein lies the motivation for my little rant. I know the popularity of the subject is taking many of you out there for the first time. I just want you to think things through. Imagine different scenarios, if you were to have an encounter and what you would do. Please be safe, but please also be respectful of them. They have been here much longer than we have.
Carson Pass Sierra Nevada Mountains
Yada, yada, yada...My point is? There are a lot more of you squatchy people out there than I thought there was!
This brings me to my next observation. By looking at some of the other tag words bringing people to this website, it seems as though there is a boom in those wanting to start their own quest to see a sasquatch. The main reason I do it is because I want to see one for myself. I've been interested in them since I was a kid in the 70s. Since I've been actively blogging, most of the folks I've talked to, that have seen a squatch tell me, "Be careful what you wish for." One guy I know of actually had a form of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) after he had an encounter last year. It involved pine cones being thrown into camp, and then waking up to one looking down on him through the ventilation screen, in the roof of his tent. He hasn't wanted to share more than that. End of story. It wasn't a violent encounter, but sometimes we react differently than we think we will. I'm sure most of us would be a little shook up after seeing the "boogeyman" for the first time. What I'd hate is for this type of unforseen reaction, to have a bad outcome. Either someone could wind up with PTSD, or worse yet, shoot one out of fear, or have a run in with a squatch that has been hurt by humans, and then decides to protect itself.
I'm not trying to deter anyone from going out on their own little sasquatch adventure. After all, most sightings are accidental, on the squatches part. They just wander into the path of an oncoming human, and get seen. With each encounter having varying degrees of reaction. Just remember, they are a lot smarter than most people give them credit for. Those of us that beat the bushes, dawning our GPS devices and cameras, have very little success in actually seeing one. I know I've been close to them, I know they were around me, but I've yet to see one. I can tell you after what experiences I've had, no one can tell me they are not real. I know there is some other species of bipedal hominid out there.
Ok, so I'm missing being out in the Sierras pounding the pine needles, enjoying the squatch's domain, so herein lies the motivation for my little rant. I know the popularity of the subject is taking many of you out there for the first time. I just want you to think things through. Imagine different scenarios, if you were to have an encounter and what you would do. Please be safe, but please also be respectful of them. They have been here much longer than we have.
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
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Sasquatch Sightings: Bigfoot Encounters in the Sierras
I was recently contacted, by a name named John. He wrote that he had had 4 bigfoot encounters, over a span of about the last 22 years. I had a chance to talk to him by phone, and I found him to be very enthusiastic to talk to someone who would listen, and not judge. He began to tell me about his experiences, with great detail and enthusiasm. The emotions I heard in his voice, told me that this guy seems like the real deal.
He told me how he's been wanting to describe his experiences, and get some opinions on what he'd seen. John has begun to put his story to paper. Or, should i say hard drive? He's just eager to get his story out. I think, like many witnesses, that John just wanted to get it off his chest, and hoped someone wouldn't think him crazy. I'm going to put John's story up on this forum. I will be meeting with him personally, very soon.
Here's John's first encounter, as he wrote it:
REAL SASQUATCH ENCOUNTERS
by John
First Encounter
My name is John and I have lived in Reno for a number of years. Four-wheeling, camping, visiting ghost towns, hiking and exploring are some of the activities I enjoy. While preoccupied in past outdoor adventures, thinking or having anything to do with Sasquatches was the farthest thing from my mind. However, over the course of several years I have had unexpected encounters with Sasquatches in California and Nevada. Interestingly, though, there have been numerous occasions of tell-tale signs indicating unusual activities that occurred near or around the vicinity of where I was but I wasn’t able to identify the source. Eventually I learned those activities were signs suggesting evidence of Sasquatches. I personally have seen four real live Sasquatches, each at different locations and times. Two of those experiences were extremely close encounters and frightening. In brief, apart from visually seeing these creatures, I have heard their whoop-howls, grunts and growls; and wood knocking. I have also experienced stones, sticks, pine cones, and other debris tossed at me; and smelled the foul stench . . . whew! I’ve seen numerous Sasquatch footprints including those freshly made. And, I have been attacked. On some of those occasions other people were with me.
Having come to realize the number of encounters and experiences I’ve had prompted me to write. I told some of my friends and a few others about some of my experiences but have never blogged or revealed my encounters publicly over the Internet. I am particular whom I share my information with. In respect for life these are living creatures and they have a right to live. This is my letter consisting the first, of four encounters.
First Encounter:
For several years I have explored many wilderness areas, dirt roads, and ghost towns. One place I enjoy camping, in particular, is in an area in Mono County, California. I have camped there several times by myself and other times friends have joined me. During Spring time water flows through the creek down the valley. Cows graze in the meadows in the lower part of the valley and on the other side of the hill nearby. The area is generally peaceful with the exception of noisy woodpeckers. They start peckin’ away on the trees very early. And that irritates me to be awakened that early, before dawn, when I’m camping out.
In 1984, two friends of mine and I traveled there to camp out for the Memorial holiday weekend. Prior to entering Bridgeport, I stopped at the Ranger Station to get a permit for a camp fire. After we arrived to our destination I set my tent up on top of a relatively flat area of an old mine-tailing next to a hill. My campsite is in a valley, a wilderness area of which I have frequently camped at. It is not a typical public camping area. During our last evening there we sat around the camp fire and talked. Later, after tiring out, we crawled into our sleeping bags and fell asleep. Outside there was a slight breeze as the camp fire continued to burn. It was a quiet evening with crickets chirping and frogs croaking.
Later that night the three of us were awakened by the sound of heavy foot steps and branches breaking as something evidently was coming down from the side of the steep hill behind the tent. Dense trees on that side of the hill would have made passing through difficult. On the left side of the hill (viewing from the road), where the trees thinned out, a narrow trail existed leading through it over the hill.
As the footsteps drew closer the three of us started whispering, checking on each other: “Hey . . . are you awake? I hear something out there! Something is coming towards us! Can you hear foot steps? What is it?” One suggested that it could be a bear because the footsteps sounded heavy. I remarked: “If it is a bear it would most likely be walking on four feet. The footsteps I hear sounds consistent as something walking on two feet. Can you hear that?” The others listened closely and said: “Yeah, you’re right, John, it does sound like it’s walking on two feet”. Then I said “listen close and tell me if you hear it lower and walk on all fours.” We listened again and, once more, we agreed. Then, it became quiet.
Seconds later we heard the footsteps walk to the back side of the tent and stopped. Needless to say, we were nervous. The creature started poking against the material wall of the tent and then pressed its’ paw against it feeling around. We heard it breathing a little harder as it labored feeling around as if searching for an opening. Even, though, it was dark inside the tent we were able to visually make out the impressions of the tent wall pressing inward. Twice, the creature pressed against the tent so hard that we thought the tent was going to collapse. Quickly, we rolled away while we were still inside our sleeping bags. We were scared and didn’t know what was going to happen. Fortunately, the tent remained upright.
The creature grunted and growled a couple times when it heard us inside the tent. The growl was definitely animal like, not human. The grunt and growl didn’t fit the sound of a bear. Then the creature backed off and walked to the side of the tent. It reached over poked and felt the side wall but couldn’t find an opening there either. So it walked around to the front side of the tent and moved towards the flap-door. I was able to see its’ paws pressing on the material again feeling around then tracing the door’s edge up and down. Then, surprisingly, it grasped the bottom edge of the tent below the door and pulled it upward a bit while its’ other paw felt around. The door zipper was right there. One would think, if it was human, it would have grabbed the zipper and unzipped it upward. Unable to enter, the creature let go of the bottom edge of the tent, backed off and moved away. It sounded like it was heading toward one vehicle parked approximately forty feet from the front of the tent. Then the creature stopped. We whispered to each other, in question, wondering what the creatures’ intentions might be.
Several seconds later we heard the creature move again. It sounded like it was walking diagonally from the area of the vehicle towards the other corner of the tent. Then, amazingly, a silhouette of the creature appeared through the material wall of the tent as it was passing between the camp fire and the tent. Quickly, I told the guys “LOOK! There’s a silhouette of the creature on the wall”. One of the guys had a good view of it as I did, but my other friend was only able to capture a few glimpses of it. For a few seconds, the silhouette displayed a body from the knees up with two arms swaying back and forth, and it was walking upright. Its’ head was somewhat conical shaped. Without a doubt, the image resembled a Sasquatch (we called it ‘Big Foot’ then). The silhouette faded after it passed around the corner of the tent followed by the fading sound of its foot steps as it headed back up the hill.
The direction of the creature moving around the tent was clockwise. Not knowing what its’ intentions were, it may have been curious as a reason for checking out our camp site. But, what if it did manage to open the tent? What would have happened then? It’s spooky thinking about it! After the creature left we were still scared. None of us wanted to peek outside till morning. As tired as we were we tried to go back to sleep but it was difficult.
Upon awakening we got dressed and went outside for a look. Feeling groggy and tired, we walked all around the tent looking for clues of the creature. Shallow footprints were found behind the tent but they were difficult to identify because the ground was hard there. Searching on we followed through a path, where the creature had presumably passed through, a short distance away from the tent. We found five large foot prints there trailing into the mud, but they were only partial impressions. Only two of those foot prints retained all the toe impressions remarkably well; each had five toes flanked straight across. Compared to those foot prints our feet were very small even with shoes on. I told my friends that “this would have been a great time to have had a camera so that we could have photographed the foot prints”. With excitement the guys agreed loudly “YEAH, we should have brought a camera!” We tried to come up with other ideas for recording but couldn’t. Sadly, we knew we’d have to leave without being able to take some kind of evidence with us proving what we saw. Shortly afterwards we decided to quit our search and started packing. We had other plans for the day and later that after noon we’d have to start heading back to Reno.
Witnesses: John; Ken; and Wayne
John,
The Humdingerguy
He's finishing up his write up on the second, and most compelling encounter, he's had. I will post it as soon as I return from a 3 day trip, high up into the Sierras, with Woodrat. We're expecting some rain and light snow, so conditions will be great for finding trackways. Looking forward to the trip.
He told me how he's been wanting to describe his experiences, and get some opinions on what he'd seen. John has begun to put his story to paper. Or, should i say hard drive? He's just eager to get his story out. I think, like many witnesses, that John just wanted to get it off his chest, and hoped someone wouldn't think him crazy. I'm going to put John's story up on this forum. I will be meeting with him personally, very soon.
Here's John's first encounter, as he wrote it:
REAL SASQUATCH ENCOUNTERS
by John
First Encounter
My name is John and I have lived in Reno for a number of years. Four-wheeling, camping, visiting ghost towns, hiking and exploring are some of the activities I enjoy. While preoccupied in past outdoor adventures, thinking or having anything to do with Sasquatches was the farthest thing from my mind. However, over the course of several years I have had unexpected encounters with Sasquatches in California and Nevada. Interestingly, though, there have been numerous occasions of tell-tale signs indicating unusual activities that occurred near or around the vicinity of where I was but I wasn’t able to identify the source. Eventually I learned those activities were signs suggesting evidence of Sasquatches. I personally have seen four real live Sasquatches, each at different locations and times. Two of those experiences were extremely close encounters and frightening. In brief, apart from visually seeing these creatures, I have heard their whoop-howls, grunts and growls; and wood knocking. I have also experienced stones, sticks, pine cones, and other debris tossed at me; and smelled the foul stench . . . whew! I’ve seen numerous Sasquatch footprints including those freshly made. And, I have been attacked. On some of those occasions other people were with me.
Having come to realize the number of encounters and experiences I’ve had prompted me to write. I told some of my friends and a few others about some of my experiences but have never blogged or revealed my encounters publicly over the Internet. I am particular whom I share my information with. In respect for life these are living creatures and they have a right to live. This is my letter consisting the first, of four encounters.
First Encounter:
For several years I have explored many wilderness areas, dirt roads, and ghost towns. One place I enjoy camping, in particular, is in an area in Mono County, California. I have camped there several times by myself and other times friends have joined me. During Spring time water flows through the creek down the valley. Cows graze in the meadows in the lower part of the valley and on the other side of the hill nearby. The area is generally peaceful with the exception of noisy woodpeckers. They start peckin’ away on the trees very early. And that irritates me to be awakened that early, before dawn, when I’m camping out.
In 1984, two friends of mine and I traveled there to camp out for the Memorial holiday weekend. Prior to entering Bridgeport, I stopped at the Ranger Station to get a permit for a camp fire. After we arrived to our destination I set my tent up on top of a relatively flat area of an old mine-tailing next to a hill. My campsite is in a valley, a wilderness area of which I have frequently camped at. It is not a typical public camping area. During our last evening there we sat around the camp fire and talked. Later, after tiring out, we crawled into our sleeping bags and fell asleep. Outside there was a slight breeze as the camp fire continued to burn. It was a quiet evening with crickets chirping and frogs croaking.
Later that night the three of us were awakened by the sound of heavy foot steps and branches breaking as something evidently was coming down from the side of the steep hill behind the tent. Dense trees on that side of the hill would have made passing through difficult. On the left side of the hill (viewing from the road), where the trees thinned out, a narrow trail existed leading through it over the hill.
As the footsteps drew closer the three of us started whispering, checking on each other: “Hey . . . are you awake? I hear something out there! Something is coming towards us! Can you hear foot steps? What is it?” One suggested that it could be a bear because the footsteps sounded heavy. I remarked: “If it is a bear it would most likely be walking on four feet. The footsteps I hear sounds consistent as something walking on two feet. Can you hear that?” The others listened closely and said: “Yeah, you’re right, John, it does sound like it’s walking on two feet”. Then I said “listen close and tell me if you hear it lower and walk on all fours.” We listened again and, once more, we agreed. Then, it became quiet.
Seconds later we heard the footsteps walk to the back side of the tent and stopped. Needless to say, we were nervous. The creature started poking against the material wall of the tent and then pressed its’ paw against it feeling around. We heard it breathing a little harder as it labored feeling around as if searching for an opening. Even, though, it was dark inside the tent we were able to visually make out the impressions of the tent wall pressing inward. Twice, the creature pressed against the tent so hard that we thought the tent was going to collapse. Quickly, we rolled away while we were still inside our sleeping bags. We were scared and didn’t know what was going to happen. Fortunately, the tent remained upright.
The creature grunted and growled a couple times when it heard us inside the tent. The growl was definitely animal like, not human. The grunt and growl didn’t fit the sound of a bear. Then the creature backed off and walked to the side of the tent. It reached over poked and felt the side wall but couldn’t find an opening there either. So it walked around to the front side of the tent and moved towards the flap-door. I was able to see its’ paws pressing on the material again feeling around then tracing the door’s edge up and down. Then, surprisingly, it grasped the bottom edge of the tent below the door and pulled it upward a bit while its’ other paw felt around. The door zipper was right there. One would think, if it was human, it would have grabbed the zipper and unzipped it upward. Unable to enter, the creature let go of the bottom edge of the tent, backed off and moved away. It sounded like it was heading toward one vehicle parked approximately forty feet from the front of the tent. Then the creature stopped. We whispered to each other, in question, wondering what the creatures’ intentions might be.
Several seconds later we heard the creature move again. It sounded like it was walking diagonally from the area of the vehicle towards the other corner of the tent. Then, amazingly, a silhouette of the creature appeared through the material wall of the tent as it was passing between the camp fire and the tent. Quickly, I told the guys “LOOK! There’s a silhouette of the creature on the wall”. One of the guys had a good view of it as I did, but my other friend was only able to capture a few glimpses of it. For a few seconds, the silhouette displayed a body from the knees up with two arms swaying back and forth, and it was walking upright. Its’ head was somewhat conical shaped. Without a doubt, the image resembled a Sasquatch (we called it ‘Big Foot’ then). The silhouette faded after it passed around the corner of the tent followed by the fading sound of its foot steps as it headed back up the hill.
The direction of the creature moving around the tent was clockwise. Not knowing what its’ intentions were, it may have been curious as a reason for checking out our camp site. But, what if it did manage to open the tent? What would have happened then? It’s spooky thinking about it! After the creature left we were still scared. None of us wanted to peek outside till morning. As tired as we were we tried to go back to sleep but it was difficult.
Upon awakening we got dressed and went outside for a look. Feeling groggy and tired, we walked all around the tent looking for clues of the creature. Shallow footprints were found behind the tent but they were difficult to identify because the ground was hard there. Searching on we followed through a path, where the creature had presumably passed through, a short distance away from the tent. We found five large foot prints there trailing into the mud, but they were only partial impressions. Only two of those foot prints retained all the toe impressions remarkably well; each had five toes flanked straight across. Compared to those foot prints our feet were very small even with shoes on. I told my friends that “this would have been a great time to have had a camera so that we could have photographed the foot prints”. With excitement the guys agreed loudly “YEAH, we should have brought a camera!” We tried to come up with other ideas for recording but couldn’t. Sadly, we knew we’d have to leave without being able to take some kind of evidence with us proving what we saw. Shortly afterwards we decided to quit our search and started packing. We had other plans for the day and later that after noon we’d have to start heading back to Reno.
Witnesses: John; Ken; and Wayne
John,
The Humdingerguy
He's finishing up his write up on the second, and most compelling encounter, he's had. I will post it as soon as I return from a 3 day trip, high up into the Sierras, with Woodrat. We're expecting some rain and light snow, so conditions will be great for finding trackways. Looking forward to the trip.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
SASQUATCH: Our First Day In the Field for 2010
It's been a long winter in the eastern Sierras. I've been chomping at the bit to get away from the computer, and out into the field. Finally, we had one nice week of warmer weather, so I seized the opportunity to get back to the area I highlighted in a video from February 17.
We started our hike at 5500 feet in elevation. Ground conditions were perfect for prints. At first, we could see a set of a single human's tracks, along with a medium sized dog's, that lasted only about a half a mile into our trek, as we approached the 5800 foot level. They seemed to be a day or two old. Otherwise, there seemed to be no signs of humans taking this trail once we hit the 5800 foot area.
This is where the snow got thicker, and the human tracks ended.
The snow began to get deeper. Though it was melting at a pretty good rate, the top layer had a frozen crust, and soon we found ourselves falling through, up to our waists in some spots. I, being overly optimistic that the warmer weather would have melted more snow than we found, did not wear the appropriate shoes. I was wearing my warm weather shoes, with breathable mesh, that didn't fare well in the snow.
You can see how thick the snow is if you look to the right of me, where the snow has melted around the base of the tree. If you look past me, about 150 yards to the higher ground, is where I filmed the video from.
After about an hour and a half of getting beat up by the crumbling ice layer we were walking on, we decided to concede. We came to an area of high ground that was exposed to the sun, where most of the snow had melted. So we climbed to the top where we could get the best possible vantage point, where we sat, watched and listened. This is where I filmed the following video.
As you can see, too much time at my desk this winter, and I haven't shed my winter layer.
My nephew Henry.
As we made our way back down, out of the snow line, we came across some large quadrupedal prints. They were fresh, as we did not see them on our way up. Henry and I had our heads on a swivel, as we thought they might be mountain lion tracks. They were 4 inches long, and 3.75 inches wide. We measured the distance between two tracks to be 39 inches. Though we found no evidence, on this short outing, of squatch activity, these prints made the day a bit more exciting.
Upon investigating it further, once I got home to the computer, I've come to the conclusion that these tracks are definitely not mountain lion. They definitely are canine of some sort. Whatever it was, it was huge! 4 inch paws are massive! Cougar prints are said to average 3-3.5 inches. CLICK HERE to see a nice comparison of large feline tracks, to canine.
Moral of the story is........ No matter what the conditions, or how short the day was, it is really great to get out into the field.
I'll get back out there again soon.
We started our hike at 5500 feet in elevation. Ground conditions were perfect for prints. At first, we could see a set of a single human's tracks, along with a medium sized dog's, that lasted only about a half a mile into our trek, as we approached the 5800 foot level. They seemed to be a day or two old. Otherwise, there seemed to be no signs of humans taking this trail once we hit the 5800 foot area.
The snow began to get deeper. Though it was melting at a pretty good rate, the top layer had a frozen crust, and soon we found ourselves falling through, up to our waists in some spots. I, being overly optimistic that the warmer weather would have melted more snow than we found, did not wear the appropriate shoes. I was wearing my warm weather shoes, with breathable mesh, that didn't fare well in the snow.
After about an hour and a half of getting beat up by the crumbling ice layer we were walking on, we decided to concede. We came to an area of high ground that was exposed to the sun, where most of the snow had melted. So we climbed to the top where we could get the best possible vantage point, where we sat, watched and listened. This is where I filmed the following video.
As we made our way back down, out of the snow line, we came across some large quadrupedal prints. They were fresh, as we did not see them on our way up. Henry and I had our heads on a swivel, as we thought they might be mountain lion tracks. They were 4 inches long, and 3.75 inches wide. We measured the distance between two tracks to be 39 inches. Though we found no evidence, on this short outing, of squatch activity, these prints made the day a bit more exciting.
Upon investigating it further, once I got home to the computer, I've come to the conclusion that these tracks are definitely not mountain lion. They definitely are canine of some sort. Whatever it was, it was huge! 4 inch paws are massive! Cougar prints are said to average 3-3.5 inches. CLICK HERE to see a nice comparison of large feline tracks, to canine.
Moral of the story is........ No matter what the conditions, or how short the day was, it is really great to get out into the field.
I'll get back out there again soon.
Monday, January 4, 2010
From the Archives: Bigfoot Sighting in Genoa, Nevada
A view of the sighting area, from Genoa Lakes Golf Club. I believe it is the Canyon in the middle, with a visible green belt going down the center of it, where the stream might be. (Compare this to the aerial map below.)
For about an hour, in September of 1984, 2 female hikers were followed by a Sasquatch, down a hiking trail, above Genoa, Nevada. Kelly, one of the witnesses filed a report with the BFRO in February of 2003. She wrote a great, detailed account, and BFRO also followed up with more details, after they interviewed her.
I thought my fellow Nevadans might enjoy this report. Nevada has very few documented reports, which I think can be attributed to the sparse human population, over such a great area. Unlike Northern California, where the Bay Area alone has a population in excess of 7 million, and the Sacramento area has a population equal to Nevada itself (2.5 million as of 2007, most of which is in, and around, Las Vegas). Smaller population, equals less people venturing out into the wild, which lessens the chances of Sasquatch encounters, in wilderness areas far larger than most in California. The area in which this sighting took place is east, just over the Kingsbury Grade, from South Lake Tahoe.
Please click on and read the report:
BFRO Report #5909.
I've gone over the maps to try and outline the location of the encounter. The area in which the sighting occurred is still pristine wilderness. Genoa itself, has grown quite a bit, and is now an upscale golf course community, and million dollar plus homes, line the west side of Centennial Drive, in the area in which Kelly said she parked her truck. It looks like it is all private property on that west side of the street now. I will make a trip down that way in the Spring and see if I can find trail access along there. In the meantime, I have pulled a couple photos from Google Earth of the area. (Google Earth, by the way, is a great free service. I could spend hours on there!)
More views of the mountains west of Genoa, Nevada.
There are a few points I found interesting in the report. Firstly, the encounter started with the teenagers running down the hill. This is consistent with theories that Sasquatch are attracted to the presence of children. A couple of teenage boys would probably have been talking loudly, and laughing and giggling, which could have gotten the Squatch's curiosity up. Secondly, two women, walking and talking, who's voices probably carried pretty well through the canyon. This is also consistent with the theory of more frequent sightings with women. Then Kathy, also was playing her recorder at the top of the canyon, where the sound would probably carry rather well. I think maybe all these things combined, added to the reason why they had the encounter, and why the Sasquatch wanted to follow and watch them for as long as it did.
This sighting occurred over 25 years ago, when Genoa wasn't the resort style town it is now, with a then, much smaller population. Back then, all the new homes and golf courses weren't present to deter a Sasquatch coming down from the mountains, to possibly hunt the deer that would frequent the pastures and alfalfa fields along the Carson River. (See the Google Earth photo below of mule deer in Genoa.)
Photo from Google Earth of Mule Deer off of Genoa Lane.
I think that particular Squatch, and any it may have socialized with, may now shy away from that area, to avoid possible interaction with humans, and have moved on back toward the southwest.
I thoroughly enjoy Kelly's report! If Kelly, Linda, or anyone they know, come across this article, please let them know I'd love to discuss this further with them.
Kelly, I'd like to thank you for coming forward, and sharing your encounter with the public. Forever now, when I drive through that area, I will look up toward "Bigfoot Canyon," with a big ole grin on my face.
This aerial map is for reference, to show the proximity of the sighting(A), to the more well known locales in the area.
Carson City(B) Reno(C)
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