A Close Call Bigfoot Encounter

The subject of Bigfoot returned to my attention when a television program surfaced memories of my personal experiences. I was thrilled to see the scientific examination of Bigfoot by National Geographic channel's new American Paranormal television program specials. With much of the same information shown by other programs in the past, this presentation was the most complete look at the Patterson-Gimlin film I've seen. The crucial anatomical evidence was so deeply examined that I don't see how it could ever get any better without having an actual specimen to dissect! This single bit of film is the main reason that I personally am convinced Sasquatch is real because since I was a child I could see the non-human anatomy that simply can't be faked. I breathed a sigh of relief when the National Geographic program addressed the muscle structure in depth, the now well acknowledged breasts of the creature, and especially the bone structure of the leg; showing us just how that big 'ol femur probably looks in reality.

With an artists eye, I've always liked to look into bodies with a sort of x-ray vision. A bone or muscle is going to move or reflect light in a predictable manner every time, unless there is a physical deformation to the body. By careful study of the bones of an animal, an artist can shift or create nearly any realistic pose without needing to directly copy an image. Some artists can learn to see in this way, knowing what the bones look like under the soft tissue of even people they engage in casual conversation. However, in the Patterson film there's no need for an expert eye to see the strong Mountain Gorilla like features to the body of the creature; I simply can't understand how anyone can think this is a man in a suit! I challenge anyone to present me with scientific evidence that it IS a dressed up guy... really. In my opinion American Paranormal got under the skin of Bigfoot better than anyone has before and I applaud National Geographic for finally jumping on board the paranormal train!

My First Bigfoot Encounter

When I'd moved to the Pacific Northwest years ago I did still have a few doubtful questions about Sasquatch. Now I live in Indiana, but the experiences I had when living in the Washington State rainforest region made me a firm believer in Bigfoot. First, the people I spoke with were very level headed individuals not prone to flights of fancy. A seasoned hunter will tell about a Bigfoot sighting in the same camber and tone as an elk hunt; it's simply another animal potentially on the trail. I next questioned why Bigfoot isn't sighted more often or remains found. I'll turn again to elk as an example when, during hunting season, I noted small herds of female Roosevelt elk grouping together near rural areas -- right in the brush behind the homes of avid hunters! There I was playing Dian Fossey to the elk with my notebooks and sketches while any one of those hunters would gladly have taken a shot if they'd known the animals were near!

I studied the movements (in all forms of the word) of the elk in and out of one small area for three years and each hunting season the females grouped together in this way hidden under the human noses. Thus, it's reasonable to conclude that other large animals go without notice as well. As a matter of fact, I received evidence of that when I came face to face with a grizzly bear just a few short yards from the local police station and grocery store one day. I inquired and interviewed people who regularly drive right past the spot I'd been with the bear, and though many reported seeing something near the water they disregarded the sight as a dog or rotting log because -- just like the hunters and their back yards -- they weren't really looking.

It's said that if you go looking for something you will indeed find it. One day while looking for the elk group I was observing I found more than I'd expected. I was in the tree lined field at the right time but my elk were no where to be found, nor could I find fresh tracks or droppings. The scrub along that particular area of Grays Harbor was broken up into near "rooms" of open field closed off by young trees of various ages with few areas of older trees, so I decided to move into another room to look for signs of the elk. The closer I got to the larger tree line portion the stronger a terrible smell became noticeable. There was a combination of Skunk Cabbage, sour milk and rotted meat to the stink; If you've not had the pleasure of smelling ripe Skunk Cabbage you can guess how it got the name.

Map pin pointing location of my Bigfoot encounter in Hoquiam, Washington.

I was reminded of smelling the close-up breathe of a cheetah I used to feed at a zoo, so became cautious in case there was a wild cat species or a bear nearby. The closer I moved the more convinced I was that I must be smelling bear because the scent was all over in the air and seemed far too "big" for a cat. Then I noticed tree limb debris on the ground and since cats don't do that I was sure there must have been a bear nearby recently. I began to back out of the area cautiously and that's when I noticed the upper branches of several trees were obviously twisted off. I thought this was curious so mentally took note of the height -- those branches were far too high to have been broken off by even a very large grizzly bear. My mind began to click as I looked around at the odd scene with fresh eyes.

From the left and the right high branches were twist broken and lain on the ground. I knew I'd seen something similar before but couldn't place it in my mind at first. They weren't scattered as if something had fallen from the tree, but were placed over-lapping and had many smaller branches over top. Curiosity got the better of me so I moved back in for a closer look. The smell from the pile of branches was nearly too much to take! I examined the surface of the trees and couldn't find a single claw mark. The lowest branches were too thick and high for a human to have broken, so I wondered at what could have reached them to twist at all?!

I stood in between the broke branch trees, like a hammock, in an effort to re-enact what happened -- a little CSI, if you please. On the left side tree a branch had been broken then lain on the ground because it was on the bottom of the debris. The right hand side tree had a missing branch that matched the next layer of the debris pile. Bears do not criss-cross branches in layers! The almost woven matted look brought to mind nests made by Mountain Gorillas. It certainly seemed as if I were looking at the bedding of a large primate. OK, I thought, that can only mean one thing because there were definitely not going to be gorillas in the Washington mist! My next thought was of possible hair or feces remains so I moved down to my hands and knees for the closest possible look. Suddenly the brush on the other side of the small clearing moved! The stink I'd thought was so overwhelming quickly became so strong that my eyes began to water. A tiny bit of panic set in as I realized the source of the smell had just moved closer! I stood up and the brush moved again. Deciding it was time to get smart -- afterall I was alone in the woods armed with only a knife for collecting plant specimens -- I slowly backed out of the area and headed home quite excited.

The next day I returned to the area with my husband. The branches had been scattered about more than they were the previous day and the smell was faded. There was no way he could deny the height of where the branches had been broken off of the trees was impressive. My husband is a rather tall man with quite a personal "wing span" and on his tip of toe could not reach near the breaks to measure. He concluded that whatever broke the branches had to be over 8' tall or had really long arms. He too could find no evidence of claw marks and announced the whole thing a mystery. I don't think it would be a mystery if he'd have seen that under brush move the way I did, but I respect his need for personal evidence. Something odd had occurred under those trees and something drove away the elk, which did not return for four days after the stink had faded away. I consider this to be my first Bigfoot encounter -- the others shall have to wait to be told another day. I have no doubt that Sasquatch is a real biological animal.







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7 comments:

  1. I'm wondering what area of Indiana you're living now, as there are plenty of bigfoot sightings there. Some are clustered along the Wabash river and more in southern IN. I grew up in Danville, IL just over the state line along I-74 and had my own near-squatch encounter at Kickapoo State Park in 1981.

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    1. Hello. I'm currently in Kokomo. It's fairly urban, so my chances of spotting a bigfoot here are slim but I sure wouldn't rule it out. It almost seems as if there have been more bigfoot sightings here than out West! :)

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  2. Hello Grafikman & thanks for coming by! I smile a little when I tell where I live now because I swear I do not move to Bigfoot & UFO areas on purpose, lol... I'm in Southern Indiana indeed! :) I'd LOVE to know more about your experience! I think the Sasquatch rage is widely distributed; almost nomadic. If they were a territorial animal I think they'd be spotted more often in the same places. At the time of my experience above the mountains had been very dry & I feel the wildlife had moved down closer to residential areas for water. In the same year I had three encounters with what had to be Sas, though I never actually saw the entire animal standing out in the open. Of course it could still be that sweaty guy in the hairy suit again -- he sure gets around! ;)

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  3. Hey Witchy/Artist,

    Here's the link to my story on the OregonBigfoot.com site:

    http://www.oregonbigfoot.com/report_detail.php?id=00863

    I'm not sure what bigfoot is. The most rational leaning is he's a leftover of the megafauna of North America, like the giant elk, ground sloths and mammoths, that was intelligent enough to survive and hide from humans. But then there's the "high strangeness" sightings that are accompanied by ufo reports. That just baffles me and I don't really want to admit there's a connection, but if those reports are as reputable as any other sasquatch sighting then it would be poor science to dismiss them and they can't be ignored. On the far end is a possibility that sasquatches are and were actually the top of the food chain on this planet and we were in fact brought here from elsewhere or bred with the local primates to create humanity.

    Cheers,

    Graf

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  4. Hi,
    My name is R. Pruett and I'm also from the Grays Harbor area and would like to share my story.
    I live up the Wishkah Valley Rd up on a ridge overlooking the valley and Olympic Mt's.
    My encounters begin when I begin developing the property I bought back in the 1980's.
    I bladed a Rd up to the top of the ridge and put in a 40ft travel trailer to live out of as we continued to develop the property. The Wishkah Rd runs North toward the Olympics and South to Aberdeen.
    My developed property is west of the Rd and the undeveloped East side is wet lands to the Wishkah River. Across the river is a large wild life preserve owned by the Audubon Society where there are bear dear elk etc.
    There are no street light on our property nor on the Wishkah Rd that fronts our property.
    My now present day home is about a quarter mile from the Rd a top the ridge.
    Back in 1983-86 when we lived in the trailer near the Wishkah Rd, I always slept with the window wide open and the bed butt up against the window (my poor wife). I am a light sleeper and would awaken easily from any sound.
    I'd be laying there, about to fall asleep when I'd here someone, (bipedal foot steeps) coming up the driveway and pass our window.
    I'd wake my wife, grab a flash light and check the outside surroundings. Nothing, even when the moon was full I could not see anything. I always wondered why or how someone could cover 75 ft in open view with full moon before I could raise my head, look out to see them and not see them.
    I eventually begin to ignore the steeps, my wife was loosing patience's of being awakened.
    On May 28th of 1988 the sky was clear blue and sunny so at 11am my 10yr old son and I decided to ride the trail west back to the Mayr Bros logging Rd that runs North and South like the Wishkah Rd on the motor bike.
    I promised my son he could drive when we reached the Mayr's Rd. The area had been clear-cut and had been slash burned in 1987 so the only things standing were chard old growth stumps that dotted the terrain.
    We reached the end of our trail where it intersects the Mayr logging Rd/North & South main ridge.
    I'm looking to the right up the Rd North and my son jumps off and is waiting for me to slide back so he can drive. I'm remembering the large rock in the road that way where they rebuilt the Rd after their logging not ideal when you're 230 lb on the back with your 80lb boy driving . I look to the left....my boy in my right ear is saying okay pops, I'm ready to drive now. Just up the Rd 100 yards I see something in the Rd. I'm trying to make it out, what did somebody dump in the middle of the Rd this time? It's white and very tall, not the usual black garbage bags I'm used to seeing.....Pops, I'm ready to drive now, POPS, I'm ready to drive now is echoing in my right ear. Suddenly, the top of it moves, wait....is it a person....what are they wearing....why are they so TALL?
    I'm North of the subject and looking South over my left shoulder at it while our bodies are facing West. The subject is facing East while also looking South over it's right shoulder, so I'm looking at the back of it's head when it turns it's head forward East with it's body, that's when I noticed it was moving.
    Because the timber was gone, my motor bike motor was echoing of the ridges and confused the subject as to our location, that is why it was looking the wrong way down the Rd.
    My boy is growing impatient as I'm trying to figure out what this white thing is in the middle of the Rd. I'm thinking it might be somebody because it moved but it's not making any since because it's to damn tall.
    Suddenly it turns it's head again this time North at me. I guess when it turned it's head to look east, (the first movement I noticed) it's left ear was now in line with my bike motors idle and it quickly turned it's head again to look directly at us.

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  5. The dark concave eyes against the bright white hair stood out immediately. The hair on it's face was short like a dogs until it reached it's cheek/chin area where it was longer and grew into it's shoulders and chest area. His neck was short as it appears his head was resting on his shoulders, yet had know problem turning his head 90 degrees. The nose was pug much like indigenous Americans, the top of it's head the hair was short and the head looked flat much like a flat-top hair style of the 50's or much like an ape's.
    Immediately upon see us it begin to walk east down the ridge perpendicular to our ridge toward the Wishkah Rd or where we just came up. This is when the legs and arms that were hidden or blended in with the hair became noticeable. From the neck to the feet the hair on it---relative to me at 6'3" the hair would be 6" long. It stood VERY erect, more so then I. It had a very large barrel shaped chest, It's hands swung below the knee caps though it's legs were proportionate to it's body like a human. Every time I tried to draw this I couldn't do it unless I used the length of it's legs to match the arms and then it looked right.
    The arms and legs were very muscular, it's arms alone were bigger around then my upper legs. The hands were partially cupped but I could see in them as they swung. The inside skin was pinkish white and so was the bottoms of it's feet. The hair grew over the top of the feet and hands but was trimmed like a dogs from the use of them. The feet were very flat on the bottoms. I could not see it's mouth because of the hair or I didn't see it or I just don't remember, anyways I have no recollect.

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  6. I was stunned, shocked, my mind is racing, I yell for my son to jump back on the back. This thing is moving very quickly yet it is only walking, I'm wanting to drive toward it and allow my son and I a really good close up. My son starts to argue with me about what I promised, I bark at him to JUST GET ON THE BACK, HURRY! He does despondently, I start yelling at him to look over there. Do you see it pointing to my left? Look Reub over there a Bigfoot! In my right ear I hear a despondently, what? NO Reub, over here to my left. I don't see nothing, despondently he says.
    This Bigfoot covered 100 yards in about 10 sec just walking but with long liquid strides. He never once showed signs of hunching forward in fact he rotated his head beyond 90 degrees to stay focused on us the whole time until he almost slammed into an old growth stump. He then turned his head to see where he was going and turned to drop down the opposite back side of the ridge.
    As he almost slammed into the stump I took notice the size of the stump to him for measurements later and as he turned away to drop over the back side ridge I took notice of his width to the stump.
    We latter returned to take measurements. The stump as he passed came to his chest . He was half the width of the stump when he turned away to drop over the back of the ridge.
    On the back rear end area the butt seemed to droop some at the bottom of the butt cheeks and the hair was orangish like he had been sitting on the dirt some place. The dirt in this area is rusty orangish from all the iron in the ground we have here.
    Now if I hadn't had something to compare him to and measure him by I guess I would have said when asked how tall was he, I might have said, oh I don't know 8 to 10 or maybe even 12 feet tall. But this is where it get crazy, you see I took notice immediately comparing him to the stump and so I can not recant what the fact have laid out.
    When I reported it to BFRO and they came out and did their studies, the investigators were convinced, when they did the calculation and it matched mine, they were in awe!
    Back a the BFRO office the investigators called me and told me that they wholeheartedly believed in everything I reported in their investigation. But the office junkies (hierarchy) found the size to be to incredible so the report will go unrecorded......can you believe that? They are in the business of investigating what most people believe is a myth and they are going to turn their back to it just because it's so incredible? That INCREDIBLE!
    OKAY, so this is how the measurements went. The stump was measured by them and it was 12 feet tall and 8 feet wide. So if the stump came to his chest that would make him 16'3" tall and 4' wide. Pretty amazing!
    I can't change that story, it is what it is and it would be a lie to change it only so they could believe it and I told them that.

    Thanks for listening and allowing me to get this off my chest.

    R. Pruett

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