Sierra Tahoe Bigfoot Research: Update

About to hike into the desert, at the end of my street.

Please send Sierra, Tahoe, Nevada, or any other sighting reports you'd like to share with me at stbigfoot@gmail.com. All commnication will be kept confidential, unless given written consent to post sighting reports here, or on our other blog, NevadaSasquatch.blogspot.com

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I'm sorry to have been absent these past couple of years. My life has taken a few unexpected twists and turns, and needless to say, my squatching has been put on the back-burner for now.

Recently I just haven't had the opportunity to do anything bigfoot related in some time. Mainly, because now I find myself living in Mohave County, AZ. The desert has always been a special place for me, having lived in a few around the world, throughout my half century of life. I'm just a few miles from the Colorado River, and Laughlin, NV. In the photo above, there has been some sighting reports, just over that mountain range you can see in the distance, near Kingman, AZ. I hike quite often, a few miles into the desert, to do a little target shooting and to get some badly needed exercise. There would be so much food here for squatch, and the river is only about 4 miles from here... but the summer heat! Not yet technically summer, and it was still over 100f degrees outside, at 10pm, when I began to write this.

Another setback is that my good squatching buddy, I've mentioned before, "Woodrat," suffered a stroke in the summer of 2015. He lost quite a bit of mobility, though doing much better now. He's relocated out of the country, and now lives in Lima, Peru. He's living the expat life down there, surrounded by his wife's side of the family, and he's doing well. Just no squatching in Lima.

As for myself, I will probably be making my way toward Colorado soon, to be near my kids, who live out there with their mom. Time has passed too quickly. Logistics and new career paths are slowly coming along, and I hope to get out there soon. I know my son would love to get up into the Rockies with me to do some hiking.

The Sierras will always have a hold on me though. Of course, it's been where I'd concentrated my efforts for 6 years, while I was actively seeking the squatch. It's difficult to explain, though it might be easier to understand. I feel I've satisfied my need to constantly seek "the truth."  I feel that I'm in a place, where I "KNOW" the truth about bigfoot. I started this as a journey to satisfy my childhood curiosity. Though I never had the chance to see one, I've experienced enough. I've heard first hand accounts, from incredibly credible people. I've seen enough, heard enough, and felt enough during my trips out into the field. They are real. No one can tell me otherwise. I'm at peace with it, and no longer feel the need to constantly invade their domain, searching for evidence of their existence.

Please don't get me wrong. I will, when given the opportunity, spend more time in the back-country, listening and observing, but it will be while I'm camping, hiking, hunting or fishing, and enjoying their home. It won't be me, going out to search for them. One thing I've taken from all this is that you will see them, when they allow you to. Either by accident, or on purpose. Actually stalking them with human ears, eyes and a camera, are a rather fruitless endeavor. We've had far more experiences in camp, sitting in the dark, no campfires, or by lying in our tents, just listening. Trying to track them down, and to see one.... hopeless. To see one is like hitting Powerball, and getting struck by lightning on the same day.That's my humble opinion.

For now, I will check back once in a while, if I get some news, or an interesting report. I do receive some interesting reports, but it's important for me to get an email confirmation, that it's OK for me to post the sightings here on the blog. Many times, I never hear back from the people who report it. many times, they just want my opinion, to validate what they believe they saw... sometimes, I don't think they write to share the info publicly, and that's totally understandable. This is why I always ask, before I post. I always omit key location info, mainly to keep the "hunters" away. So please keep this all in mind, if you send me anything.

I wrote more than I expected, with more detail than I planned on. I just wanted to make all aware that I'm still here, and that I'll post any pertinent news, when I receive any. Before I left Reno, I did have one last experience, near one of the ski resorts at the North end Tahoe. It was during an investigation with a witness, who had just had a sighting in that area. I captured some great audio, as a squatch was vocally interacting with a pack of coyotes. One of the best experiences I'd had to date. Hopefully I'll get up the motivation to edit the sound clip, and post a report on that exciting evening.

If you plan to venture out, and do some of your own investigating, please stay safe, responsible and respectful. (If you want need some safety tips, please feel free to write me.)

Thank you.

BIGFOOT: Aggressive Encounter With Multiple Sasquatch in the Jarbidge Mountains, Northern Nevada

Jarbidge Mountains, NV from IsuzuGeek.org
I recently received a report from a Reno man, regarding some possible encounters he's had with sasquatch, over the past few years. The following is an excerpt from his most compelling interaction, of which he also had an eye to eye sighting that lasted several seconds.

It was 10-15 minutes tops, from when I laid down and I started hearing movement outside the tarp and began hearing the squishing of the mud under something's feet. It was moving very stealthily and came up to within a few feet of the tarp directly behind my head and stopped. I'm lying there trying to decipher the sound I just heard and the tarp starts being pushed down at my mid section. It was pushed down about a foot and me not thinking at all and really freaking out on the inside without making noise on the outside reacted and swatted at the pushed down area and hit something pretty hard that hurt my hand. The tarp went back up immediately and what was standing there shuffled back and smacked the tarp directly behind my head causing me to let out an “AHHHHHH!!!!!!” sound and I consequently re-chambered a round into my Glock .45.

Please go over to our Nevada Sasquatch site to read this excellent description that the witness wrote up.

CLICK HERE>>> BIGFOOT: Hunters Encounter An Aggressive Group of Sasquatch in the Jarbidge Mountains of Northern Nevada

BIGFOOT: Possible Sasquatch Encounter near Spooner Summit, Nevada, South of Lake Tahoe

This report can be found on our Nevada Sasquatch Blog.

CLICK HERE to read the report.

Spooner Summit Trail.
Photo from ExploringtheAmericanWest.blogspot.com


Sierra Nevada Mountains, NV, CA, California

BIGFOOT: Daylight Sighting Report From Nevada County, California

Map from CalGold.org
I received this report, from whom I find to be a very credible witness. I left his report in his words, and have only XXX'd out a few things for privacy's sake. The area in which this sighting took place is near the area we have had many reports of sasquatch activity.

Thank you Richard for your report.

My name is Richard X. XXXXX, I am employed as an XXXXX teacher at the Nevada County Campus of Sierra College. I have held this position since 1985. Prior to that I was employed as a University and College XXXXX instructor at three different institutions.

I have lived in and around forest environments most of my adult life. I have spent many hours alone in the Tahoe National Forest, most of it fishing, hiking and climbing mountains, camping in some god awful places, wandering on back roads and cutting oak wood for heating my home and for resale. From the time period I was allowed to carry a gun until I was thirty-two years old I was an avid hunter. During that time and since, I have been exceptionally fortunate to have seen three Mountain Lions, one Wolverine, a few Pine Martins, numerous Black Bears in various colors and one Fisher, all living in a wild state within fifty miles of my home in rural Northern California. They stayed alive during and after my experience with them. If there are wild Gray Wolves in the Sierra, I have not seen them.

However:

The following statement is about an experience I shared with a friend while riding in a car on a paved back road at an elevation of about 4,500’on September 27th 2012. My companion at this time was Ms. Neville XXXXXX, a sixty-five year old registered nurse who grew up in Nevada County and has lived an outdoor experience and worked in the outback of Alaska in numerous professions. She is currently employed.

With dusk approaching but visibility still 20/20 we topped out after driving up a fairly steep hill from a river. After about 100 yards on the flat I subliminally noticed a tall shadow between several trees on the right side of the road. As we approached it began to move from a standing posture to a bounding four legged movement leaping across the road in front of us. Two double legged bounds on pavement and it was in the brush on the far side of the road and up the steep scree of cliff face adjacent. The animal was moving at about ten to fifteen degrees away from our vantage point and very quickly, it was no more than twenty feet in front of us when it ran across the road. I did not get a clear look at it’s full face there was a brief eye contact between the two of us. Although I had visual contact with the creature for three seconds at most, I have a very vivid image of the total happening etched in my mind. It was covered with matted black hair. It was not fur, it was hair and about two to three inches in length. I could see separation in the coat that allowed me to see skin which was light, almost white, in color. I was able to see it’s rear feet which were long and wide with toes, the bottoms of the feet were dark brown, almost black. Hair extended completely over the top of the feet. It had no apparent neck, even shorter than a standard human would have. The head was about three quarters the size of mine with a flat foreface and rounded skull. There was no snout, I saw no ear protrusions. I do have a slight memory of very dark eyes looking at me as it began to bound across the road but that was before I was fully focused on the animal. It had very long forelegs and a very flat short chest and trunk. It’s chest reminded me of a adolescent male of our species only much more massive; the shoulder girdle and chest of a primate and not as hair covered as the legs and back.. It’s back was level as it bounded across the road indicating to me that it had limbs of equal length front and back. The creature had lightly muscled limbs that appeared to have longer hair than the main body. It had a distinctive buttocks and no discernable tail; it’s hips more narrow than it’s shoulders. The front legs/arms were moving slightly away from my line of sight and all I could see was the hands or paws were covered with the same long hair extant on the rest of the creature, I could see no finger like appendages. The bounding was very natural and athletic, its legs and arms nearly straight as it quickly bounded across the road.

To say I was astonished would be an understatement. Neville, my companion at the time said: “Another bear, two in one day.” We had seen a yearling digging away at a stump a half hour earlier. I stopped the car and said: “That was not a bear.” She said: “Oh my god, it wasn’t, what was that?” We both made the realization at the same moment. “ A Bigfoot.” Until this experience, I thought most of the proclaimed Big Foot sightings were probably bogus. Seeing is believing, I have to take it all back. To know there is a breeding population of an unknown species living within twenty miles of civilization is mind boggling. Why hasn’t some idiot hunter person shot one and brought it to town on the hood of his or her pickup? What do they eat? Why don’t they get run over? How many are there? How long do they live? This experience has been very humbling for me. My awareness of the out there is forever changed. I think of how fortunate I have been to have had this eye contact experience.

My explanation of the mystery is simple: Human beings follow trails and dislike climbing straight up cliff faces. We are primarily fearful when out of earshot of others of our species. I wonder if a Yeti can get lost? Others of the wild do not . Theirs is a less troubled existence for sure. When we want to go over a mountain, we go the easy way. Who knows what lives out there in the real woods? As I was driving over the Sierra the day before yesterday I realized that the mountains on both sides of the highway had probably never had a human foot pressed down on them. There is so much space where we do not travel. My life has been altered, it is a good thing. The Yeti is one smart critter.

My companion and I stopped off at a local eating establishment and drew what we remembered seeing on paper napkins. Both artists, our memory of what we saw were nearly identical.

A description of the creature to the best of my ability: As to its location , I am mute.

1. At least seven feet in height, not more than 200 pounds in weight. It appeared to be young.

2. Covered with coarse matted black hair as much as three inches in length; light colored skin visible below the hair in places.

3. Front and rear appendages of equal length, very gangly.

4. Large back feet shaped much like a bear or human but more narrow than a bear.

5. Small or non existent neck, flat face, no apparent snout.

6. Human adolescent size cranium, no ear protrusions.

7. Flat chest , short torso, wide shoulders, narrow hips.

8. Very athletic, very fast.

In case anyone ever reads this try to think outside the box.

I , Richard X. XXXXXX, of sound mind and body do declare the above to be a true statement.

Richard XXXXXXX 1.17.2015

BIGFOOT: Holiday Wishes From Squatch Claus

Happy Holidays to you all! Wishing you all the best in 2015!





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BIGFOOT: Possible Sasquatch Encounter in Desolation Wilderness, Just Southwest of Lake Tahoe

I recently received a report of a possible sasquatch encounter, that occurred back in August of 2005.

Good example of why it's called "Rockbound Valley." Picture credit peachyhiker.blogspot.com (Click on Photo to Enlarge)
Brian was kind enough to give me his permission, to share his encounter. Here is Brian's report:

My friend Jim and I were hiking, fishing and camping at a chain of lakes in an area called "Rockbound Valley" in the northernmost edge of Desolation Wilderness. A place we had been many many times because the fishing was good there. We were camped on edge of this beautiful lake surrounded by glacial slab, some brush, thick in places, and randomly scattered with conifers. Anyway, after a long day of fishing we went back to camp, lit a fire, made dinner and relaxed (no alcohol). We talked, and the time goes by, so now its dark. Really dark. No moon. It's around 9:30 or 10:00 PM. We are standing next to the fire, and all of a sudden, we hear this thud and see this baseball sized rock roll out of the darkness, stopping 10 feet to our right. We just looked at each not knowing what to think. A few seconds later followed another rock of similar size, and it fell to the ground, with a thud, directly in front of us.

At this point I yelled out, "Hey!!! Who's there?" No answer.

We shined lights toward the area and walked 30 to 50 feet up near a main trail where the objects had came from. About then, I saw a stick about 3" by 15", come flying at us missing me by no more than 5 feet. We turned off our headlamps and took cover behind a ponderosa pine snag, and we listened to it making these grunting sound as it was pushing through the brush moving North. I then saw a dark shadow cross over the spillway 100 yards away, and then it was gone.

There is no doubt in my mind, and Jim knows too, that what we encountered was a bigfoot. Jim and I had been there for 2 days, because no one else was there. Nobody. Another reason we know it was a bigfoot is that about a half hour after, we walked up to the trail where it had been. It was so dark that it was nearly impossible to navigate without my head lamp. Any person up on that trail that night, would have needed a light. Period!! We saw no lights which tells me no man was up on that trail to throw rocks at our camp. Bears don't throw rocks and sticks, nor do squirrels or mountain lions. I was on a Forest Service hotshot crew for 8 years. I have seen all these animals up close!! I know I never really saw it clearly, but I know in my heart, that what I saw that night was a sasquatch. There is no other thing it could have been. If you had been there, you would know. Now I am a knower. By the way, this whole encounter lasted about 3 or 4 minutes. In a lot of ways, it has changed the way I look at life. There are a lot of things in this world that we just don't understand.

After I replied to Brian about his encounter, he added:

Another thing you may be interested in is that about a half an hour prior to the encounter, we were breaking sticks for firewood by hitting them on boulders. Sometimes bigger sticks don't break the first time and this produces very loud hollow high pitch sounding knock. I think perhaps this was the catalyst which brought it to us. The encounter happened mid August back in 2005.
The next day we investigated the area where we believed it had been, but found nothing. This is the first time I have written about it.

I shared a few thoughts with Brian about his encounter:

I just want to give you my thoughts. What I think you encountered was probably a younger lone male, moving through the area. This may have been near an area that it frequents, and seeing you there may have caught it by surprise. I think it was only trying to get you to react, by throwing the rocks and the stick. If it wanted to hurt you, you wouldn't have returned home. I think it's similar to poking a snake with a stick. It was taunting you. It wanted to see what your intentions were, and how you'd react. Once it saw you as non threatening, it moved on. Some individuals show a real curiosity toward humans, but at the same time, they know they need to avoid us. I think it is why this individual scrambled out of sight as quick as it did.

Thanks again for sharing your encounter, Brian.

If you've had an encounter you'd like to discuss, please feel free to contact me. Sometimes people have questions, and don't understand what they've seen or experienced. I respect your privacy, and will not share anything without your consent. Write me at stbigfoot@gmail.com

To see more photos of Rockbound Valley, and information on hiking in that area, click here to go to the Peachy Hiker's Blog.

BIGFOOT: Group Trip Into the Sierras

Our last trip up into the Sierra Nevada Mountains was uneventful, but I did try and take more pictures than I normally do.

We had some unusual occurrences the second night, and then our trip was cut short by lightning storms on the third day. Being that we had a child with us, we wanted to play it safe and get out of danger from the lightning and the danger of forest fires. Where we were camped, there is only one way in and one way out, so we didn't want to get trapped.

Click on the link below to see a slide show, with captions from our 3 days out. Click on the first picture of the guys to get started. Click on the right side of the pic to advance to the next picture, or hit your right arrow key.

LINK TO PHOTO ALBUM of Sasquatch Research trip July 28-30, 2014.

Please keep in mind, that these pictures are my property. I can be contacted at stbigfoot@gmail.com.

Enjoy.

BIGFOOT: More Prints From The Lake Tahoe Area and Surrounding Sierras

Sorry to have neglected posting anything in the past couple months. We haven't had a chance to get out of town often enough, and when we did, our trips were rather uneventful. I will however catch you all up on some of the more interesting things that I haven't posted yet.

This is a print from a trackway we found near the area where C had his sighting (see)Christmas Weekend, about 3 weeks after his sighting. You can compare the size of it with my size 11.5 boot print below it. Click on Image to Enlarge. Note that the melt adds about 3 inches to it, as it was sloped downhill to the southeast so the rising sun would hit that back of that heel, and melt it away, elongating the heel. You can pretty easily see where the original heel impression came down.

This is a pic of the trackway itself. That's my buddy on the right. If you click on the pic to enlarge it, you can see that I marked the stride in the long yellow lines. A human gait usually does not straddle a line like that... a squatch's gait does. The insteps line up perfectly. The back heel's are marked in blue. Stride length was 5 to 6 feet. The trackway came up a steep rocky slope, through manzanita, from the top left of the pic. Not a place a human could have traversed, especially in those conditions. On the left side of the trackway, there were some human boot prints that were fresher, along with a rabbit hopping through the snow, and some canine prints.

This is a print found in a patch of snow, outside a cabin located just a couple miles from the south shore on Lake Tahoe. back in Feb. Click on Photo to Enlarge. The lady and her husband found it and sent it to me for my opinion. It was unusually warm at times this winter in the Tahoe area, nor did we receive a lot of snow. This was a lone print in one of the remaining patches of snow in their yard. Definite toe line, with decent toe impressions. She said it was on a slope and you can see where the outside of the foot, and heel slipped down and made a secondary impression of the outer edge of the foot. Looks to be 16 to 17 inches. It was a warm day and that print had been in direct sunlight at one point in the day, and also some light rain. Not a lot of fallen pine debris in the print, so I'm thinking it was made the night or two before. She hadn't noticed it the day before. Before finding the print, they also heard some loud crashing in the trees down the road from their house, which freaked them out a bit, since there were no other neighbors around. Then they came upon the track. The couple's grandson actually saw it first, pointed and said, "Bigfoot!"

My tent under the full moon. May 13, 2014. Tahoe National Forest

BIGFOOT: Possible Sasquatch Track-way Near Genoa, NV

This is long overdue. I have finally gotten around to getting this excellent report posted of a possible sasquatch track-way found in Genoa, Nevada. I want to thank J., and also apologize to him for taking so long to get this on here. I had him write his own description, since he has tracking experience, which he elaborates on, below. There are 15 different photos that were taken of the tracks he found. Please bare in mind that he returned a week later, to take the photos of the tracks, as he didn't have a camera with him when he first came upon them.

As I usually do, I have XXXX out the location details, as I want to keep the masses from trying to locate the area which is just behind his house. Please appreciate that I do this for J's family's privacy, as well as the squatch's.

Hi Chuck.

Attached are the photos in sequence. You have my permission to use them on your "Sierra Tahoe Bigfoot" site. I did add a copyright to each photo, but I tried to position it so that it would not interfere with the visual. If you intend to use these anywhere else, please ask me first.

Here are some more details...

The day that I came across the tracks was September 22nd, 2013. It had rained the night before, so the ground was pliable. I recently had moved into Genoa and had never before been on this trail. My jog started by going up the XXXX XXXX until I found the XXXX Trail. That took me toward Genoa XXXX. There are two streams in that area. Shortly after where the trail crossed the second stream, the trail split. It saw a high and low trail that would come back together a few hundred yards away. I took the high road.

Step Two (Click on photos to enlarge)

Step Two with comparison

The first track I saw was "Step Two," and I immediately was shocked. I am a certified tracker, former President of a Search and Rescue Organization in a CA county, and avid hunter. I knew that no recorded animal could make that track. I double checked to see if a bear track had doubled to make the mark on the ground. That was not the case. What I did see startled me even more. I could actually make out the impression left by the individual toes. I have taken several bear in my life, and they do not leave track like that!

The print was sunk so far into the decomposed granite soil that it would be hard to even fake such a thing. It really would take something over 600 pounds to compress the ground like that. As you could see, my 210 pounds did nothing to the ground! I knew these tracks were also very fresh because the soil was cracked showing moist points underneath since it had rained the day before. Whatever left those tracks was very near by.

Now this was my first time on this trail, and I had no idea exactly where it would pop out in town. I also wasn't sure how long it would take me to get the heck out of the woods before dark. I hoped that the trail wouldn't zig zag down the mountain because I would likely run into the maker of the tracks. But before running away, I took the time to look at the rest of the track way.

Photo 1. Sliding off the hill

I looked at tracks(steps)2-6 (see below) and realized that the creature had stutter stepped behind the pine tress in the picture and then turned down hill. This made me want to see where the tracks came from, and it appears that it had come from further up the mountain, slid of the embankment to the trail (See photo 1,) stutter stepped to catch it's balance behind the trees (See photos 2-13 below,) and then turned to continue down the mountain (to the right of the trees in photo 13.)

(Click on photos to enlarge)

Photo 2. Step ONE

Photo 3. Step TWO

Photo 5. Step THREE

Photo 6. Step THREE size comparision

Photo 7. Step THREE with foreign rock removed

Photo 8. Step FOUR

Photo 9. Step FOUR size comparison

Photo 10. Step FIVE

Photo 11. Step SIX

Photo 12. Step SIX comparison

Photo 13. The Trackway

Further down the mountain I cut the tracks again. (See photo 14) I took a picture of the slide print on the trail as well as the approach from above the trail. (See photo 15) It looks to me like the critter uses his heel a lot when trail blazing down a mountain. I hoped that this would be the last crossing I would make as it was after 7:00PM and really getting dark in the woods. I would not be so lucky.

Photo 14 (Click on photos to enlarge)

Photo 15. Tracks coming down Hill to second crossing

I was really running hard to get out before dark. By the time I got to the bottom where the trail had merged with the Genoa XXXX, it was very hard to see anything beyond the trail. Right before the trail crossed the creek, I smelt it. It smelt like I just stepped in dog crap. Most other reports indicate that Sasquatch smells like a rotten skunk, but this smelled like freshly laid dog feces, and I couldn't help but think of the ladies that saw bigfoot up Sierra Canyon a couple decades ago. They saw it and said that it stunk like that. Since I was unarmed, I did not try to stop and investigate. In fact, I ran a little harder!

The Monday after seeing the tracks, I mentioned something to the guys at work. They suggested that I go up and take pictures. I would have, but I was very busy with work and had to fly out on a business meeting with a new client in the middle of the week. When I came back, the guys still prodded me to go back and get the photos. So on Sunday September 29th (Candy Dance weekend,) I went back and took the photos you see here. Even a week old, it is amazing how clear the tracks were. I doubt anyone had even been there that week since the trail gets very little use. A rock had fallen into one track that was obvious foreign, so I took the photo with and without the rock in place.

One other thing to note... There were plenty of fresh deer tracks in XXXX, but there was absolutely none in Genoa Canyon. While bigfoot likely follows the deer herd, the deer are probably smart enough to keep their distance. Perhaps this is why so many deer hang out in the town of Genoa instead of the hills.

I have run this route several times since this experience. On one occasion I did see a track in the snow that could have been from a squatch, but it could have likely been from something else. Since there were so many other tracks over the track way and I only had one interesting track, I decided to skip recording it.

Again, I'd like to thank J. for his time and effort in sharing his report with us.

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BIGFOOT: Christmas Weekend 2013 Sasquatch Sighting, South of Minden, Nevada in Alpine County, California

I received a great sighting report that occurred on December 28, 2013, about 35 miles south of Minden, Nevada, in Alpine County, California.

The report came from a gentleman that sent me a report back in April, 2013. CLICK HERE to read. He mentioned that he’d keep in touch if he went back out again. He returned to his area of interest, and had a sighting, the weekend after this past Christmas. Here is his report that he wrote just as he returned home from his sighting:

Witness:

“Hi Chuck, went back to the area that I'd found the tracks from last April. As you know there hasn't been much snow and was able to get back there as it would normally be closed due to snow. Any ways I parked and started going up the mountainside towards the creek when I heard something large walking through the brush on the other side of the creek that goes up a different mountain side. I quickly turned around and went back to my vehicle and got out of there and headed back down the road about a half mile or so and parked where XXXX Creek is and went hiking around there. Once I got across the half frozen creek, I scanned the ridge top that divided me from where I had heard something walking.

Click on pictures to enlarge
I quickly saw a very large creature standing on top of a rock that was on the ridge top. He was just standing there looking down at the valley below where I was and soaking in the sun as it was starting to set as it was about 3:20 PM. I could see the sun shining on his hair which was brownish grey. He must of been about 8 feet or taller and about 600 to 800 pounds. I watched him for about 6 minutes and then it went to the other side of the ridge that the sun was shining on. It was also on the side of the mountain where I heard the noise. It must of ran quite quickly up to the ridge to watch me drive away to the new spot. I was pretty excited just being able to observed him through the binoculars I forgot about the camera. About ten minutes later after not seeing him I took a photo of the rock he was on which is just left of the tree. If you look at the far rock outcropping to the right of the tree, the bigfoot was almost as big as that. I didn't see any breasts and assumed it was a male. This is probably the same bigfoot that made those tracks from last April and lives in this particular area year round. Nobody was in the area the whole time I was there which I stayed till 4:30 when it was starting to get dark.”

This is my rendering of the sasquatch standing on the ridge that the witness saw through his binoculars
We agreed that I’d keep the location confidential so that is the reason for some of the location details being X’d out. I wrote him back with a few questions:

Me:

“That is AWESOME! CONGRATS! So has it sunk in at all on what you saw today? Your email was kinda matter of fact, but I think, emotionally you must be pretty amped up. So you were looking at it through your binos? Did you see it pretty clearly? Make out the face at all? Do you mind if I post your sighting to the website?”

He replied:

Witness:

“It was spooky as nobody was there in that area as it was getting darker. I could’ve drove back to the original area where I first was but wasn't going to do that being by myself. It's spooky enough on a bright summer day in that area. I couldn't get a good clear look at his face but could see the shine on the hair due do to the setting sun. I could easily see the bulk and height as he stood out on the rock like a sore thumb. That rock was a great look out point as you could see quite of bit around the area. Like to mention that summer I went up above to the right of that arch and sat for hours scanning the mountains especially the ridge tops. The area I'd scanned the most was that particular ridge as there was what appeared to be a large opening in the side of the mountain just up and below where that bigfoot went over on the other side. It's interesting to note that is the same direction that the tracks were leading too. (Referring to his April 2013 report) In the photo of the arch on your website where it shows me inside the arch looking back down to where I found the tracks, you can see the mountain across the stream where it would lead back up to that ridge top where I saw the bigfoot go down the other side.

Side of the ridge that the subject approached from and went back down
I saw the bigfoot as I stood looking directly across the creek from the XXXX at XXXX_XXXX. Yes I was excited but I kept calm as I enjoyed a rare view of a creature that seem to be very relaxed in it's home environment even though it was cold out. I don't think I would want to be up close and face to face with this bigfoot, only from a distance. Plus the fact I now have a special respect for bigfoot now after observing him, don't want to bother him or her getting too closely if I can help it.”

I know there will be those of you who will comment on why he didn't take a picture of it. Think of being in that situation. You're alone, near dusk, and in essence, you're searching for the boogeyman. Then you see it. Unless you are in that situation, you will never know how you will react. I had a similar experience. I've described it before, but will do so again.

My first overnight trip squatching in 2010, we heard vocalizations moving down from the upper elevations, moving down a valley toward us. We were camped out on one side of a meadow, nestled in a valley with a seasonal stream flowing through it. We heard two distinct individuals, on each side of the valley, grunting, howling and/or whooping as they got closer. Reminded me of monkeys. It sounded as if they we're signalling each other every minute or two, to let the other know where they were. As the vocalizations reached a distance that I thought they would be visible at the game trail across the meadow from us, I grabbed my camera and waited. Camera gripped tightly in my right hand.

Across the meadow, I see a small fir tree, about 10 feet tall, start shaking, then I see some dark brown fir. I quietly tried to get my buddy's attention. The tree was still shaking violently, and more fur visible, and whatever it was seemed rather large. I was transfixed this whole time. I was barely able to talk.

"Hey! Hey! It's a....It's a...." I was stuttering because I was thinking I was about to see a sasquatch. It's about 120 yards away. The sun had just set, and there was just enough light to still clearly see, as it finally emerged from the tree line.

"It's a... It's a bear." It was a good sized black bear, about 350 pounds or so. From the time I first was some fur, until I could clearly see what it was, was a span of about 20-30 seconds.

My point being that I was telling myself before hand, "Get the camera up ASAP!" Then, when this was going on, I never lifted the camera up, or even turned it on.

So I figured I'd follow up again with the witness to cover the topic:

Me:

"I airbrushed a squatch into the pic for scale. I'm not sure if it ever faced toward you like I drew it, but mainly it is for scale..... Another point, if you want to address it. I know you were in awe of what you were looking at through the binos, so is that why you never thought of the camera? I did the same when I thought I saw a squatch breaking through a tree line, but it ended up being a bear. I was so transfixed that I never raised my camera, which I was gripping in my right hand, ready to go. I know a bunch of folks are going to make comments asking why you never got your camera out, so I was going to mention my experience with it, and if you want to add your thoughts, that would be even better."

Witness:

"Photo is awesome and comes close in capturing what I saw and hope others could imagine how I felt by looking at the picture with the bigfoot standing on the ridge. Wasn't even thinking of the camera till it was too late. I waited for the bigfoot to appear again so I could get a photo but it was becoming too dark and I finally left."

I want to thank the witness for keeping in touch with me, and letting me share his experience here. We've made tentative plans to go squatchin in that area, and will definitely share that when it happens.

BIGFOOT: Santa Squatch Says......

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Wishing you
every happiness
this Holiday Season
and throughout
the coming year!

MAY WE HAVE PEACE ON EARTH
AND GOODWILL TO THE SQUATCH!

SierraTahoeBigfoot.com

BIGFOOT VIDEO: The Animal Planet Show Focuses on Sasquatch the Sierras and Lake Tahoe Region

Tonight, you can catch the show where they discuss bigfoot sightings and vocalizations in and around Lake Tahoe.

Since the show has become so popular, you will be able to catch it over the next couple weeks as they replay episodes through the week.

Something else that caught my attention is a great video interview with a recent witness, who is retired law enforcement. The sighting happened at South Fork Lakes, which is about 20 miles Southwest of Lone Pine, CA. The lakes are at an elevation of 11,000 feet. The interview was done by Tom Yamarone. If you've never heard of Mr. Yamarone, he is a musician, who loves the squatch. I'll provide a link to his website below the video.


I just checked the weather report. We have a major cold system moving through the area right now. Up where we squatch, the poor sasquatches are enduring sub zero Fº temperatures right now! Yikes!

I'll be writing more after I get a chance to watch the Tahoe Episode of Finding Bigfoot.

Tom's site is at www.bigfootsongs.com.

BIGFOOT: Recent Vocalizations and Screams Recorded in the Daytime

The following video from Bruno, WV captured some of the best bigfoot vocalizations I've heard, especially recorded in the day. Though close to dusk, the sounds are captured on video of what is believed to be a bigfoot. Headphones or earbuds are recommended to enhance the sound quality, as this was recorded during a pretty heavy rainstorm.


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BIGFOOT: Fishermen Hear Possible Vocalizations at Collins Lake, CA

I received a report from Lenny Green about possible vocalizations him and his son heard while fishing at Collins Lake, which is on the Northwest side of the Sierra Nevadas, near the town of Grass Valley, CA. I apologize that I haven't had a chance to post this sooner as it happened at the end of June. He gave me his permission to pass this on to my readers. Here's what he wrote:

"Hi ...

My son and I went fishing a couple of weeks ago at Collins Lake, which is between Grass Valley and Gridley, CA.
We were on the east side of the lake at 8am on a Wednesday morning and there were few on the lake.
We heard what I now know was an almost duplicate of the 1973 Puyallup, Wa scream.
It occurred about four times ... maybe five if we missed the first one. It was quite distant from us... I would have to
estimate far over the ridge ... maybe 1 1/2 to 2 miles away ... sounded to us as if it were coming from the east of Collins Lake.

Wasn’t sure if this is an area you work or not.

Good luck ...

Lenny Green"

>>>CLICK HERE to hear the Puyallup Screams on the BFRO website.

For those of you who aren't familiar with Lenny Green, he is an avid bigfooter, and musician who has written multiple songs on the subject of bigfoot. I hope he doesn't mind me saying that he reminds me of Johnny Cash blended with a little Burl Ives. Go to his website to her his, good ole fashion, red blooded American style of music!

www.LandoftheBigfoot.com

My buddy Woodrat doesn't listen to music. The only thing I've heard him listen to is Lenny's CD, which is the only CD he keeps in his truck. Please visit Lenny's site, and support him and his great music.

Thanks again for the report Mr. Green!

SASQUATCH: Research and Shooting.... REALLY???

Autumn Williams, at Oregon Bigfoot, wrote a piece on her blog about what a long term witnesses view is on some techniques being employed by most researchers today. That's not all, but it's the gist of it. If you are a researcher, aspiring to start, or if you're just into everything "bigfoot," I highly recommend that you read it.

Click Here to read Shooting Sasquatch: A long-term witness perspective, on the Oregon Bigfoot Blog.

Autumn has the trust of several long-term witnesses who share their experiences with her, and she wrote about one of those witness experiences in her book, Enoch: A Bigfoot Story (pictured above)In her latest blog article, Autumn and a long-term witness make some great points about mainstream research techniques. In a radio interview, I once referred to Autumn as the "Fairy Godmother to the Sasquatch." I meant that as a compliment. I don't think that there is a bigger advocate for the well being of the bigfoot, than Autumn Williams. I have always admired her for that. When I was just starting out as an armchair bigfoot blogger, her Oregon Bigfoot site, especially her blog, was one of the places that I learned a lot from. The other place I absorbed a lot was on Cliff Barackman's blog.

When I started to go out into the field, I decided to use an approach where that if there were bigfoot in the area, I would try to habituate them to me. If I found evidence of possible bigfoot activity, I would keep returning to that area. I wore the same shirt, pants and cap, every time, to be recognizable. I wanted them to see that I was respectful, and quiet, and show that I was not a threat. Whenever I stopped for a break, I'd eat an energy bar, fruit or whatever, and I'd leave some behind as a gift, as if I was sharing. To me, it's not "baiting" because I'm sharing what I have, and hopefully they watch me eat. I always took these breaks going up the mountain, and on the way back, what I left behind was gone. More than likely, it was taken by birds, woodchuck, squirrel or raccoon, but I always wanted to show that I was sharing. I didn't tree knock or make calls. That was my routine on day trips.

Then I started to overnight, with my buddy Woodrat. We employ much of the same techniques. I wear the same clothes, no deodorant for 3-4 days we're out there. I only change socks. If the sasquatch have an acute sense of smell, I want them to become familiar with my scent. I wear the same clothes as I wore on my one day trips. Woodrat's area was about 20 miles from my research area, with a viable travel corridor of valleys, and a river connecting my area to his. It is a migration path that I believe the same sasquatch family group could use as they move around to forage for food. I wanted to remain familiar if they are.

I digress..... Back to Autumn's blog.

I don't like bashing or talking bad about other researchers. I'll try not to in this case. This article brought out a very disturbing bit of information that I wasn't aware of. The reason she referenced "Shooting" in the title, was that there was an incident where a researcher shot at a bigfoot to "collect a specimen." Are you freakin SERIOUS??? REALLY??? The Texas Bigfoot Research Conservancy.... Yes! "Conservancy!" On their website, they describe the incident, which occurred during their "Operation Endurance," which covered several weeks in the summer of 2011. In their report, they wrote, "The TBRC investigator fired upon the animal with an auto-loading shotgun in an attempt to collect a specimen." Then they further described how they went tracking the "animal" by looking for blood spots left behind. Just as if they were hunting deer. I'm totally sickened by how they so matter-of-fact-ly, discuss the blatant attempt to kill a sasquatch, all in the name of research. How can they even call themselves "Conservancy?" Who the ______ do they think they are!?!?!?!? To me, it's like an anthropologist going to the Amazon and shooting a member of a pygmy tribe, so they can "collect a specimen," and prove their existence to the world. It's not like we're collecting insects or rodent's here! Sasquatch are far too near human, to be considered a "specimen." I'm sure I'll get some hate mail, but that's fine. I'm entitled to my opinion and so are they. I know 99% the bigfoot community does not condone this. Read the Operation Endurance report by Clicking Here.

What's more egregious is that they may have wounded one. So, what does that group of bigfoot think of humans now? What will they do to protect their family from human's? What would you do? I know what I'd do! Anyone who came into my home, uninvited, who I think might harm my family, will probably not leave alive. So how are these particular sasquatch going to react the next time a human is around? This was totally reckless and irresponsible on the TBRC's part. I've yet to read anywhere that they did not condone the behavior of the shooter. If they have, I apologize, but I've yet to find such. My eyes are literally buggin out of my head right now. My blood pressure is about to make my brain explode. What about you?

Then there's the whole "Sierra Kills" incident, which I've never addressed. I truly hope it's a hoax. Where Justin Smeja supposedly killed those 2 bigfoot, is an easlily traveled route, about 30 miles from where Woodrat and I have our suspected group moving trough. Because of real life issues, Woodrat and I haven't had the chance to overnight up there since the supposed shooting. I'm extremely disturbed at the fact that the sasquatch, we were trying to establish a rapport with, may have fallen victim to human stupidity. It's disturbing all together.

"There's no one in the world who causes more trouble than humans. They drive me crazy! I get so mad when I think about humans, I could scream!" ~Snoopy

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)

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.


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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.