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Pacific Coast Sasquatch Investigation Team

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I have seen numerous groups that have been created to look for evidence of the Sasquatch. I wanted to post something about the group I originally created in 1975. After meeting John Green and Rene Dahinden that summer, and being part of their investigation into the "Puyallup Screamer" incidents they asked me to assist them in my area. My friends and I had been searching the forests near our homes since the winter of 1972 after finding dozens of footprints made by three Sasquatch's.
I thought we should organize to better search for evidence, I wanted to help Dahinden and Green as much as possible. I called our first group the "Pierce County Sasquatch Investigation Team". The name was simple, it denoted where we were generally looking, it said what we were looking for, and what we were. After graduating high school, the ten of us who were involved in the original group went on to our adult persuits, and we dissolved the group. In the mid 1980's after I moved to Vancouver Washington, many friends expressed interest in becoming involved in my work after I was involved in a project by Knott's Berry Fram regarding the Sasquatch. One friend worked out of the Washington State governors office as an advocate for handicapped children, and had extensive knowledge about creating organizations. We created a mission statement that our goal was to collect credible evidence to prove the existence of the Sasquatch.
We established a board of directors, and constitution to govern the activities of the organization. We filed and became registered as a non-profit corporation dedicated to proving the existence of the Sasquatch, and to this day remain the only group to ever be stated and registered as such.

The photograph above was taken in 1990 in Vancouver Washington, and is of some of the senior staff of the PCSIT. The PCSIT varied over the years of its existence of the numbers of members, but averaged 100 at any given time. By 1998 I moved back to the Puget Sound region of Washington, and other members had similarly moved away, and we dissolved the organization. The PCSIT constitution states clearly in article 2, section 1 that it was organized exclusively for the scientific purposes within the meaning of publication 557 of the Internal Revenue Code of 1987 or the corresponding provision of any future United States Internal Revenue Law.
The only group I am aware of that was created prior to the PCSIT was the Bay Area Group based out of San Francisco in the early 1970's. The PCSIT existed from 1975 with a break to 1998, and was the first organization created to gather evidence to scientifically support the existence of the Sasquatch.

Sasquatch interacting with their surroundings

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I have viewed numerous photographs of things attributed to Sasquatch's. There is much as yet unknown about this, but from historical references we know that the Sasquatch will mangle young tree's from time to time. I have not seen things like them arranging tree's in any particular fashion, and wonder what use this would be to them. However I do find young tree's that have been mangled as described in historical references, and associated with other evidence of their presence in areas. 

  

The photograph above is one of the first I found of this sort of damaged caused by a Sasquatch. This and six others just like it we found in the Washougal River watershed in 1991. Once inside the upper watershed area, we climbed 2200 feet up the northern boundary and inside the closed canopy, we found Douglas fir trees like the one here photographed broken at 90 degree angles, which measured 8 feet above the ground and the tree where broken measured three inches thick. We followed this sub-ridge horizontally finding more of the same kind of trees broken approximately 100 yards apart. I am sure we would have found more, but the terrain was very difficult to navigate, and I took enough photographs and measurements for my files. This area had a long history of Sasquatch activity, I myself saw one of the creatures near this place in March 1988. I have many reports and associated footprint and feeding behavior from this watershed also. Native American friends told me that the Sasquatch does this for territorial marking. 



The photograph above is a close up of the kind of breaks we found in the Washougal watershed. I began watching for this in other regions where I conduct my field work, it is not something found often and can easily be mistaken for weather breaks. Many people are enthusiastic today and think they have found vegetation that a Sasquatch has done something to, but unfortunately they are mistaken and photographs I have viewed are nothing more that weather related. However, one should not get discouraged because this evidence can be located but the searcher must be critical about evidence.

  

The photograph above is of a tree that  measured also three inches thick, it was twisted as someone would wring out a wet towel, tremendous force was used to do this. I measured this at 7 feet above the ground and was otherwise undamaged except this portion of the trunk.

All of the trees I photographed here I found in mid summer and were damaged less than two weeks prior to my finding them. Weather was not an issue as it had been sunny and nice for weeks before I went to the locations. Many times I found such things inside a closed canopy. There were always trees close by of the same age, and none were damaged in any way. They were always in places difficult to get to, and not where people would easily find them if they were faked, reason would have it that a hoaxer would want them found?

Kindle version of Notes From the Field, Tracking North America's Sasquatch

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I wanted to let everyone know that the price of my kindle version of my book is now $3.00. I have two new books being published soon and will announce this as soon as they are released.

HAUNTED VALLEY

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This is a story I just published about the 9 month investigation we conducted into the Sasquatch events that centered around one small farm near the community of Yacolt, Washington. Its an interesting series of accounts and its only $.99 cents on kindle. Iam also offering it in print version for $5.00 it is an interesting story.

Jevning Research

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I have been involved in the search for evidence to prove the Sasquatch existence now for 40 years, It has been a very interesting experience, especially meeting such nice people everywhere. I am writing books at this stage of my life with "Notes From the Field, Tracking North America's Sasquatch as my first and it has gotten very good reviews by all who have read it, Haunted Valley which is a smaller book where I discuss the events of Yacolt Washington in 1989 and 1990 and I am currently reviewing my newest one titled "In Search of the Unknown. I am working on two new book projects, the first dealing specifically with the general area where I grew up and became acquainted with the subject first hand, and met world famous Sasquatch hunters John Green and Rene' Dahinden. I am interested in any stories from the Puyallup Valley region, no matter how old since I am writing about the history of Sasquatch encounters there older to newer stories would be of more interest to me. I specifically am interested in anything from Puyallup and the Puyallup Screamer incidents, Orting, South Prarie, Burnett, Buckley, Wilkeson, Carbonado, Eatonville, Kapowsin, Elbe, Ashford and of course Mt. Rainier. I have already collected some very interesting and previously untold accounts but would greatly appreciate all reports from these areas. I will guarantee complete anonymity if requested of both persons and specific locations. I am also interested in stories from all over the United States and all other locations also for the book after this current project, I am hoping to expose this subject to a wider audience. Please feel free to contact me at williamjevning@yahoo.com 

Thanking my readers

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I wanted to say a public thank you to people who have read my first book and the very kind words they have sent me regarding it. Here is one example of many I have been receiving, and I very much appreciate the nice words, and hope that my other books will be enjoyed as much. Here is one of the reviews my readers sent me:

I bought this book based on the good reviews and reviews from people in the bigfoot research community. It came highly recommended by other researchers.

It is easy to read, which is nice. It keeps your attention and makes you want to continue to read instead of setting it down. (So many books I tend to only get through the first few chapters before they lose my interest or get put into the "for a rainy day" pile.)

What I liked most about this book was the fact that the author has actually had his own face to face encounters with squatches. Many times authors of bigfoot books are just rehashing stories they have heard or read about. Jevnings has a personal history with the creatures, as well he has spent many years of his life researching and working with the big names in the bigfoot research field.

I also appreciated the Native American histories of the creatures. Too many times we dismiss the legends of old as silly folk tales instead of looking for the truths they contain. Gorillas once were considered to be silly folk tales and legends. I think there is wisdom in taking in the historical accounts from Native Americans. They have a history and understanding of the wilds of the Americas that we do not.

Other sections include Jevning sharing his personal encounters with the creature, a Q&A section that seemed to know the questions I was going to ask, and sections on evidence which included some "new" things that I haven't read in other books or websites.

This book is not a "technical" book. Frankly, there won't be one until live creatures are captured or studied. However, based on the evidence that is available this book is a fantastic read. I enjoyed it very much and highly recommend it as a "must have" book for anyone interested in the bigfoot subject.


Gigantopithecus

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Photographs like this one showing a reconstructed Gigantopithecus really put into perspective what those of us who are eye witnesses to Sasquatch's have encountered. This isn't too far off the mark, some details of facial construct are different, but the size is right on the mark of what I have personally seen.



I always like this reconstruction Bill Munns made, is it really very difficult to believe that the Sasquatch exists when these creatures did?

Why would anyone perpetrate the supression or cover-up of the existence of the Sasquatch?

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I am researching this question in detail for one of my two new book projects, but wanted to present one of the possible reasons why anyone would wish for the Sasquatch to remain in the realm of mythical creature. This short article is published on a new blog called "bigfootbuzz" that I recomend everyone check out, and is put together by Chuck Prahl one of the hosts of the Bigfoot tonight radio show.

This is only a quick overview of the piece I am currently working on, but it gives the reader enough information as "food for thought".



If an "endangered" species of owl could cause large scale financial havoc with communities associated with our forests, how much would a species of primate previously unrecognized cause? 









This is becoming an increasingly frequently asked question. I myself never considered such a thing, and having been a close personal friend of the late Rene' Dahinden was in a position to have known of such activities had they been perpetrated, but had not heard of such things.

I was reading comments on a blog last year about just this, and the people chatting there were asking rather excellent questions. This discussion got me thinking about my own experiences, and I have them written on my own website and blog, and began seeking accounts from anyone else who may have experienced similar situations.

I began receiving responses from people all along the west coast of the United States with similar stories. So the question is not "if" such cover-ups and outright destruction of evidence is taking place, but "why"?

I am certain that there are numerous reasons for why anyone would wish the Sasquatch to remain in limbo as far as being officially recognized, but one stands out in my mind as likely the strongest reason.

Many investigators over the years attempting to uncover government actions successfully follow the same path, and that is to follow the money. In this case taking a close look at the financial impact that proving the Sasquatch to exist would have on local communities which are in the vicinity of national or state forest lands would have.

I have not completed my investigation into this probable impact, but enough so that it would be devastating on a wide scale.

How do we know this would be a problem? We already have a much smaller example with the Northern Spotted owl, remember this?

I have placed an article here that was written about the impact the owl controversy had on communities, I have yet to hear any major studies done on the impact on communities and humans as a result of the Spotted Owl decision.

In June 1990 the government set aside 15% (20 million acres) of old growth forest for the owl habitat, and all the neighboring communities never recovered from this. Below is the article from a site called "One voice working for the forests".



It was20 years ago — June 26, 1990 — that the spotted owl was listed as threatened under the U.S. Endangered Species Act. The Oregonian has taken an in-depth look at what that decision has meant for the timber industry and the spotted owl itself. The results, especially for the industry, are not pretty, and environmental groups might have a few things they’d rather forget too.

As this graphic shows, the owl listing ended up cutting Oregon’s total timber harvest in half. And the Northwest timber industry was decimated.

Here is a description from Jonathan Raban’s op-ed this week in the New York Times:

(In 1994) the Northwest Forest Plan came into effect, protecting around 20 million acres of federal land from logging, and offering financial compensation and job retraining to the timber towns. As mill after mill closed, the stench of steam and pulp vanished from the Northwestern air; trucks carrying massive tree trunks, which used to cause mile-long tailbacks on the Olympic Peninsula, became rarities; and the ubiquitous slow-moving tugboats, dragging rafts of freshly felled firs, gradually faded from view on Puget Sound.

Raban, whose op-ed is generally supportive of the owl’s listing, said the sting still lingers in timber communities:

The battle over the owl has been just one engagement in the war over nature in the Northwest…The struggle has set class against class and countryside against city, and turned lifelong rural Democrats into staunch Republicans.

In the old timber towns, many people still echo the August 1994 speech by Slade Gorton, Republican of Washington, to the Senate on the human cost of the spotted owl listing: “The U.S. government, driven by sophisticated, well-financed national environmental organizations and supported by the media and urban opinion leaders, has betrayed rural communities and destroyed — yes, destroyed — the lives and careers of tens of thousands of honest working families in the Pacific Northwest.” Or, as the city attorney for Forks, Wash., (once a roaring town that declared itself the Logging Capital of the World) said when I called to remind him of last week’s anniversary: “That’s not a day we celebrate. At any time.”

And yet— this is the real kicker — all sides of the debate agree that the listing has done nothing to improve the spotted owl’s numbers from 20 years ago. In fact, after two decades of the owl being federally listed as “threatened,” there are actually fewer spotted owls than there were in 1990.

How can this possibly be? The absurdity of the situation is almost comical if it wasn’t so painful. The reason — and apparently no one anticipated this 20 years ago — is a larger, more efficient species called the barred owl has migrated to the Pacific Northwest from the East and is squeezing out the spotted owl population. In the Olympic National Forest, for example, researchers counted just 13 spotted owls last year, whereas in 1990 they counted 150.

Now it doesn't take much imagination to multiply the effects of the Sasquatch being proven to exist to see what would happen. There would be no 15% of forest old growth closed, "ALL" forests would be closed, and until scientists could determine all the aspects of Sasquatch life, range, feeding habits, family structure and how they relate to range areas, etc. The endangered species act clearly defines this, and all state DNR, state forest, national forest lands would be frozen. This could potentially include national parks as Sasquatch encounters happen in them also.

While logging has been cut off a great deal from before the spotted owl decision, which makes one wonder "did they do this to soften the economic impact in case the Sasquatch inadvertently were proven to exist"?



Of course this is speculation, but I am certain if the economic impact were thoroughly studied, the picture would become clear as to this motive.

This issue would not be the first one in which we know for fact the government has kept from the public.



Australopithecus.....Food for thought

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I recently came across a video lecture by researcher and author Lloyd Pye. His discussion centered on what he calls "Intervention Theory". This is in regard to how life in general and our ancestors arrived on Earth. This aside, I was intrigued by what he discussed concerning fossil hominids. What ever anyone's background education or knowledge of hominids may be, his discussion is worth considering. Particularly interesting was his discussion of the Australopithecines. His contention, and he is not the first to arrive at this idea, is that the Australopithecines were not actually in the human lineage but rather the ancestor to the creatures inhabiting the fringes of societies today to put it generally. He suggests that the Sasquatch, Yeti, Almas and creatures that are said to inhabit the south American jungle regions are the decendents of these creatures. There were 6 Australopithecus species discovered so far, two "Gracile" meaning essentially smaller, and four "Robust". John Napier in the early 1970's suggested this,  and he was an anthropologist assigned to the Smithsonian, so the idea has merrit. Below I have provided some information about the Australopithecines, and photographs of skulls, and artist conceptions of what they looked like from the fossils discovered of them. Compare them to the Sasquatch from Roger Patterson's film, notice the similarities? I am a simple Sasquatch Hunter (non-lethal)and don't pretend to be an expert on such things, however this provides us with a different vantage point on the issue.  Lloyd Pye suggests that creatures such as the Sasquatch, Yeti, etc are already represented in the fossil record, and that these are them. Food for thought. 












  

Anatomy and biology of the australopithecines:

·         Bipedal apes with modified dentition.

·         Lived in more open environmental setting, not the open plains of bushland and wooden Savannah.

·         Hominid structure of teeth and jaws appear to have required more grinding that an ape’s diet.

·         Male australopithecines were larger in body size. 20-40% taller, 30-40% heavier than females.

·         Australopithecines were social animals.

·         Foraging strategies of hominids were not dramatically different: australopithecines have been carnivores.

·         Australopithecines were principally vegetarian.

·         Australopithecines of 2 million years ago occurred in 2 forms:

Gracile (means slender)

Robust.

So far, only one gracile australopithecines has been identified whereas, as many as 4 robust species have been named. In South Africa, the gracile species is australopithecus africanus and the robust australopithecus robustus. The robust australopithecine in East Africa is australopithecus boisei. Naming gracile species in East Africa is more contentious; some apply the name australopithecus africanus to some specimens. The term gracile and robust implies substantial anatomical differences between the 2 forms. One small and delicately built. The other bigger and more massive. Scholars realize the difference between the 2 forms is mainly in the dental and facial adaptations to chewing. The robust forms have bigger grinding teeth, more robust jaws and more bulky chewing muscles and muscle attachments.



Australopithecines anatomy

·         Teeth, jaw and cranial anatomy are one functional complex.

·         Difference between the 2 forms of australopithecine is that the robust species have taken this adaptation to an extreme, having enormous, flat molars and relatively small blade-like incisors and canines.

·         In all hominid, the tooth row is tucked under the face more than the apes, giving a less projecting facial profile and increasing chewing efficiency.

·         Australopithecines tucking under are particularly marked.

·         The robusticity of the lower jaw (mandible) that is characteristic of hominids compared with apes is particularly apparent in the robust species, reflecting more powerful chewing action.

·         Extra muscle in the robust has 2 anatomical consequences:

One of the muscle that power the lower jaw-the temporal muscle-is anchored to a raised bony crest that run along the top of the cranium, front to back.

This so-called sagittal crest also in gorillas is absent in gracile australopithecines.

The great site of the temporal in robust and a second chewing muscle, the masseter, causes the cheekbones (the zygomatic arch) to be exaggerated and flared forward



This and the strengthening of the central part of the face by pillars of bone, gives the robust australopithecine face a characteristic dished appearance. The difference in dental apparatus between gracile and robust australopithecines was once interpreted as a result of substantial differences in diet. Robust was more vegetarian. Gracile more carnivorous. The past decade they were implies a vegetarian diet for the australopithecines. More recent Fredrick Grine and Richard Kay concluded robust consume tougher foods than gracile. It is consistent with evidence that robust australopithecine’s lived in drier habitats where soft fruits and leaves were more common. Sillien recently challenged this conclusion. His analysis included the robust species included a significant amount of meat.

Sound familiar to things being reported in contemporary times?


FOOTPRINT CASTING

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I have often been asked about casting footprints, here is a basic how to for anyone who has never cast animal (or Sasquatch) footprints:



Footprint casting:

 

Casting footprints is not as easy as one might think, or fast. Preparation can make casting a smoother process.

Here is a list of things I recommend, but you are not limited by this.

 

1: plastic bucket.

2: latex gloves

3: at least one 5 gallon water container.

4: plaster of paris

5: container to keep unused plaster in and dispense from

6: scoop for plaster

7: knife, I use a buck knife, works very well

8: trash bags

9: hand towel

10: cardboard box

11: newspaper or bubble wrap

12: tape measure

13: camera

 

Casting footprints is time consuming and messy, and before you start casting, you'll want to thoroughly photo document all the footprints.

After photo documenting tracks, choose the one's you wish to cast. It will take normally one 5 pound box of plaster "per footprint" (Sasquatch). Plaster can be obtained from most hardware stores (Lowes, Home Depot, etc.).

Before starting with Sasquatch footprints, practice on animal and human footprints; begin with your dog or cat's footprints.

Practicing will enable you to perfect your skills at casting before casting the important ones and help prevent mistakes that could cost you that important print.

When you are ready, take your plastic bucket, and pour in the contents of one 5 pound box of plaster. Wear latex gloves as it works best to mix the plaster with your hands, removing all dry lumps as possible.

The plaster dries your hands, the gloves help prevent this. Clean up is much easier also.

You will want the plaster the consistency of pancake mix after adding water. Add water slowly as not to make the plaster too runny. Thick is good, but liquid enough to be able to pour it. After practicing this awhile you will get the hang of what thickness works best.

When you get the thickness you want your ready to pour. Be careful not to wait too long while mixing as the plaster begins to set up (harden) as soon as water is added to it.

Pour slowly and lightly use your hand to push the plaster to fill in all parts of the footprint.

Repeat this with all footprints you want to cast. You may have to clean your bucket depending on how many tracks you are casting, you will be able to tell as you go along.

After the plaster is poured, you may have up to two hours to wait for it to be dry enough to remove from the ground. Once in a while after the surface of the plaster feels dry and hard, tap it gently. It will feel hard enough eventually, this is where the knife comes in.

You will have to dig around the cast; do not try to just pull it from the ground because it will break apart.

Dig around it entirely and as far under it as you can, then lift it gently out when it’s loose enough. The plaster will still take up to a week to dry enough to handle it and clean it.

You can brush some of the larger pieces of soil off the cast, but its best to give it time to dry; you have plenty of time later to clean it properly.

Wrap it in newspaper and gently place it in a cardboard box for transport. When cleaning casts, a dental pick with a rubber tip helps the small cracks and a toothbrush with soft bristles. Don’t try to clean it fast or all at once take your time and you will end up with very nice footprint castings.

 

PODCASTS AND ORGANIZATIONS

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During my many years as a Sasquatch investigator I have always had little interest in public attention of myself or my work in the subject.

In recent years I have been asked to be a guest on a number of radio shows, and have been treated very well by the hosts and audiences.

I wanted to show my appreciation to some of the hosts and groups around the country who have been so nice to me and encourage people interested in the subject of Bigfoot to listen to radio shows I mention here. I will be adding to this list over time to my website at Jevning Research, and I don't wish to forget anyone so check my sebsite perodically as this list is well worth checking out.

Here is a short list of podcasts and organizations I recommend:

The Bill Lee Show: "Inspired By Bigfoot"
http://inspiredbybigfoot.wq4d.net/


The Bigfoot Tonight Show http://www.blogtalkradio.com/bigfoottonightshow


The Sharon Lee Show: http://www.bigfootlives.blogspot.com/


The North American Giants: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/north-american-giants/2012/12/16/north-american-giants

This is just a short list but these are great shows!

As I mentioned, I will be adding to the list of sites and organizations here:


Bigfootology: http://bigfootology.com/?page_id=95


Bigfoot buzz blog: http://www.bigfootbuzz.net/


The Georgia Bigfoot Society: http://georgiabigfootsociety.webs.com/


The History Channels show "America's Book of Secrets"http://www.history.com/shows/americas-book-of-secrets

 

My Newest Book

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I am about to release my third book called "In Search of the Unknown" It is now available in kindle form and is the second in a series of ten books I am creating. It is available at amazon and sells for .99 cents.  The print version is now available at amazon. I have a few minor adjustments to make but wanted to make it available for readers.. Here is its description:




A young boy grew up in the shadow of Mount Rainier Washington. His life during the 1960’s and 70’s was filled with the normal activities of life on a small farm in a rural community, hunting and fishing with friends and the enjoyment of exploring the nearby forests of the Pacific Northwest. Little did he know that while he trekked the fields and forests in the bright summer sunshine, something unknown to him lurked in the shadows watching.
One cold winter day, while he and a friend walked to another friends home, they discovered something that shook the foundation of all they knew of the world around them. This discovery set into motion events that would lead this young man through the next forty years of adventure, close friendships and bone chilling fear.
This story is the stuff of fiction, but the story is true and the events really happened.




Official interest in manlike creatures

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I have been investigating what interest and involvement governmental officials at federal, state and local levels may have in the subject of Bigfoot. It is not "if" there is an interest in the subject, but "what" interest there is and just what are the intentions of officials in regard to these creatures.

Below is a document that was released by the National Archives that proves that at the federal level in the United States as far back as 1959 person(s) at high levels in the government had an interest in this subject.

 This is significant since it was just two years  earlier in the Bluff Creek area of Northern California that bulldozer operator Jerry Crew found Sasquatch footprints and while not a unique event since there had been news articles showing the creatures footprints for many preceding decades. However this discovery triggered the involvement of the pioneering investigators such as Rene Dahinden and John Green's involvement which subsequently made Bigfoot a household term.



 
 
 
This document is a response to unknown questions from as of yet unknown officials within the U.S Government, and provides a hint of what they were asking. In the 1950's the mountaineers in the Himalayan expeditions were still primarily British climbers, so what was the concern of American politicians?

This document was sent to the State Department, apparently there was a question of what local regulations governed the Yeti in Nepal.

The Foreign Service Dispatch outlines three areas where the Yeti was concerned.  The paragraph starts by describing the subject of this response:

REGULATIONS GOVERNING MOUNTAIN CLIMBING EXPEDITIONS IN NEPAL RELATED TO YETI.


There are, at present, three regulations applicable only to expeditions searching for the YETI in Nepal. These regulations are to be observed in addition to the 15 clauses listed in Mountaineering and Scientific Expeditions in Nepal.


The three regulations are as follows:


1.     Royalty of Rs. 5000/- Indian currency will have to be paid to his majesty's government of Nepal for a permit to carry out an expedition in search of 'yeti'.


2.     In case 'yeti' is tracked it can be photographed or caught alive but it must not be killed or shot at except in an emergency arising out of self defense. All photographs taken of the animal, the creature itself if captured alive or dead, must be surrendered to the government of Nepal at the earliest time.

3.     News and reports throwing light on the actual existence of the creature must be submitted to the government of Nepal as soon as they are available and must not in any way be given out to the press or reporter for publicity without the permission of the government of Nepal.

    FOR THE AMBASSADOR:


    Ernest H. Fisk
  Counselor of Embassy






Now this isn't quite a "smoking gun" however, it does clearly document some form of interest at a high level and inquiry.  What transpired in the following years we can only speculate at this point in any investigation.

I do know through personal experiences in Southwest Washington State in the mid 1990's and from numerous witnesses to other incidents involving both uniformed officials from various governmental agencies and non-uniformed individuals is that there have been incidents where very serious involvement by these officials have occurred and evidence left behind by Sasquatch's has been willfully destroyed and the officials encountered by witnesses have disappeared.

The question is what is the intent of official inquiry and to what end is this interest going?




America's Book of Secrets

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The Mystery of Bigfoot  
 
 
 
 


I recently had the honor of taking part in the History Channel show "America's Book of Secrets" the episode is titled "The Mystery of Bigfoot" . I was originally contacted regarding the possible cover up and suppression of Bigfoot evidence, but helped in a number of areas on the issue and the producers of the show used a number of my still photographs in the production. Overall I think they did an excellent job, and I am extremely critical of television and film productions on Bigfoot. The show was very well done and worth watching. If anyone is interested, it can be viewed on either the History Channel website or on you tube. Below are the links, well worth watching!

http://www.history.com/shows/americas-book-of-secrets

Effort to prove the existence of Bigfoot

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This is something new for me, as I have never in my 40 years of field work asked for anything from anyone. Recently while filming a segment for a new SyFi show, host Joe Rogan strongly suggested that I set up a site to build funding for my field work. Joe said that after interviewing many Bigfoot researchers, my knowledge and ideas should have major funding and urged me to set up a site to gather resources to embark on a major 5 year plan I have developed that I believe will culminate in proving the Sasquatch does exist. I set the target goal at ten million dollars, which was Rogan's suggestion.  My intention is never to harm one of the creatures, and I believe it is totally unnecessary to do so. The project would pay salaries for a minimum of six Expedition members and cover a minimum of five years. This would require team members being full time employed and in the field. The rest of the funding would pay for transportation and mobile lodging, and all other logistics to support covering research areas.Major donors would be the owners of materials discovered. Donors can either go to the site above or I am asking that my .99 cent e-books be purchased at amazon.com if enough of these sell my funding goals can be reached. I get a small portion of the sale price, but numbers can make the difference. I don't like asking for assistance, but I do believe I can prove these creatures exist, but to do so I now need the means to make it happen. Will you donate .99 cents to my effort?

BOSSBURG CRIPPLE FOOT SASQUATCH

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 I like to return to some of the more interesting events of the past at times, these events are very useful because they provide a guidepost for current times. The discovery of the cripple foot Sasquatch tracks in 1969 near a small community in far north eastern Washington State stands out as one of the most interesting, and to date singular finds in the history of the Sasquatch.

Rene' Dahinden became the lead investigator of this event, and told me many times in the years following the find, that he believed  the tracks were some of the most authentic ever discovered.

Rene' today is often regarded as a Bigfoot believer, and while he did truly believe the Sasquatch to exist he would more correctly be called one of the most staunch skeptics.


The following is Rene's own account of the events that winter from his, and Don Hunters book "Bigfoot".



"In late November a phone call came from John Green, telling him that down in Bossburg,  Ivan Marx, late of the Slick expedition, was hot on the trail of what appeared to be a crippled Sasquatch. By now not one to be exploded into the hunt at every mention of a track, Rene' Dahinden called Ivan Marx and discussed what he had found. He took three days to consider the details, and then took off for Bossburg.

Joe Rhodes, a resident butcher from nearby Coleville, WA, had  first found the tracks on November 24, 1969. The tracks were in soft soil near the Bossburg community garbage dump, and one foot appeared to be badly crippled. It was being speculated that the creature was handicapped badly enough to force it to scrounge off man's kitchen scraps for a living - a theory Rene' rejected.

When Rene' arrived, it was to find the ground, and most of the prints, badly trampled by dozens of locals who had been drawn to the scene when news leaked out. The site was in the area of several Sasquatch sightings reported earlier that year, during one of which a woman had rushed into the sheriff's office, alarmed and frightened by two of the creatures she had seen on the highway, the main road from southeastern British Columbia down to Spokane. Two deputies had made a casual check of the area but had spent most of the time ridiculing the woman's story before an officer of the border patrol. That is, they had scoffed, as the border patrol told it, until they noticed it was growing dark, at which stage, showing definite signs of nervousness, they had left.

Rene' found one good print, which someone had protected by covering with a cardboard box. It was a right foot and clearly showed signs of malformation. He photographed it and cast a plaster mould.



 
 
 


The next few days he spent surveying the area and the people who lived there, talking with all he met, making trips into the bush, and generally getting the feel of the whole situation. Within a few days Bob Titmus, a taxidermist, and late leader of the abortive Tom Slick expedition, who had been living in Kitimat, B.C. some seven hundred miles north and west, joined him. The actors were gathering, and the performance that would ensue was perhaps foreshadowed by Titmus's behavior immediately following his arrival and which Rene describes:


"He went out and bought an eight-pound slab of beef and hung it in a tree. I believe he was sitting out there at night in his panel truck, watching the meat, and thinking that if this thing was a cripple and was living off the garbage dump, when it came along he would just grab it by the arse and throw it in the truck and run off home with it."


Titmus had provided the Sasquatch's main course. Trotting along with the desert came Norm Davis (known to the company as "Dickie"), a radio station owner turned Sasquatch hunter for the time being. He hung a basket of fruit in a neighboring tree, carefully suspending it a measured six feet from the ground, the height which, presumably, would afford the Sasquatch maximum viewing of the selection of goodies. Rene' watched the antics, interested to the extent that they demonstrated once more the kind of frivolous approach he had become used to dealing with. 


After three days, when the meat was about to ready to make its own tracks and the bloom was off the fruit, Titmus gave up in disgust and went home to Kitimat. Rene', intrigued by the crippled print and anxious to stay, made a deal with Davis: he would live in a trailer owned by the radio man and in lieu of rent would show the Patterson film and talk about the Sasquatch to local service clubs and other interest groups. The crippled print bothered him; he had bever seen anything like it, and the more he considered it, the more unlikely it seemed that it could be anything but genuine.

Davis's trailer was moved onto Ivan Marx's property and the hunters took up the pursuit. On the morning of December 13, a Saturday morning, they found what they were looking for.

Several inches of snow had covered the ground that morning when Rene' and Ivan Marx and a young local man named Jim Hopkins set out in Marx's car to check an area along the banks of Roosevelt Lake, the reservoir for the Grand Coolie Dam. They checked the bank for about four miles, examining spots where meat scraps had been dropped by Rene' earlier in off-the-beat locations, but found nothing. Near a railway crossing, where the railroad and the highway run close to the Columbia River, they stopped and Marx climbed out to check a small meat cache a little way along a side road. Marx was away from the car only seconds before he came racing back: "Bigfoot tracks!" he shouted.


Rene' was filling his pipe. He kept on filling it, peering over the bowl at Marx, waiting for the kicker, the grin that would say, "okay, joke over." It didn't come.


Instead Marx jumped into the car, whipped it round, and headed back down the road, rapping out in his excitement that he needed photographic equipment.


Dahinden's first thought as they roared down the highway was of the people in the jeep they had passed. hyper-alert to the possibility of hoaxers, he considered them immediate suspects. With this in mind he told Jim to check the jeep's license plates and Ivan to look for anyone he might recognize in the vehicle.  


Between them they were able to identify the occupants and later asked them if they happened to have seen the tracks. "Yes" they said, they had. And what had been their response? "We got the hell out of there fast."


The three were quickly down to Marx's place and back to the tracks, cameras and in Rene's case a gun cocked and loaded for Sasquatch. Now for the first time Rene' saw a full spread of the cripple's tracks. They were, and are still, among the most convincing tangible evidence to be turned up in his years as a Sasquatch hunter. The left footprint measured 17 1/2 inches long, 6 1/2 inches across the ball of the foot, and 5 1/2 inches at the heel. The right foot was deformed; the third toe was either badly twisted over or was missing, there being only a slight impression in the snow at its base; the little toe stuck out at a sharp angle; and the whole foot curved outwards and showed two distinct lumps on the outer edge. A careful count eventually showed there were 1, 089 clearly definable prints on the path that the three followed through the snow.


The tracks led them from the river, across the railroad and across the main highway. Whatever had made them had stepped over a forty three inch high, five strand wire fence. On the far side of the fence, in a cluster of pine trees, there was a marked depression in the ground among the pine needles, apparently where some heavy animal had rested. No one denies the possibility that this was made by a cow or a deer, there being plenty of each in the area, but its presence in the line of the crippled tracks is worth noting, as is the fact that right in the center of the depression was a clump of snow holding the imprint of the toes of the left foot, as though the snow had been shaken loose after building up on the foot. In the clearing beyond the pine trees were hundreds more tracks, leading across the flat land and up a small hillside. In the middle of what appeared might be the moment of truth, Rene', discarding his customary caution, cried, "Now we're going to get that hairy sonofabitch!"


He figured the prints were going to lead on up the hill and the hunters would be able to run whatever had made them into the ground. But the prints stopped, halfway up the hill, turned, and retraced their path downward. At one spot, between two side by side prints, the hunters discovered a deep yellow patch in the snow, apparently urine. It was probably against their interests that they neglected to collect the yellow snow; analysis may have given some clue as to what made it. The prints continued down the hill, parallel with their first ascending  path, returned to the fence and crossed it again about fifty feet from the first step over.


From there the tracks led the hunters across the road and back over the fence several times, and eventually across the road and the railroad, through a patch of bush and to the edge of a steep part of the river bank, about one hundred and fifty feet above the water. There the bank was overhanging. The tracks turned and went upstream for approximately two hundred feet, to a point where the bank sloped gradually down to the river, and there they stopped. All the way down the bank was a deep groove, as one made by a heel and a foot acting as a brake for an upright body "skiing" down the bank. Below that there was just rocks; no further markings.


The story did not end with the trail of footprints ending, although the cripple foot Sasquatch footprints were not seen again, all the major Sasquatch hunters would descend on the region. The players made the event a fiasco, ego's and thoughts of making a lot of money clouded what should have become a pivotal event in Sasquatch history.

It is no wonder the cripple foot Sasquatch was not seen again, with all the human commotion, it likely left the area permanently. I have often wondered what might have become of the issue had these events played out differently?

Later professor Grover Krantz of Washington State University made a detailed placement of the bones of the feet of the cripple foot, his conclusion was no one could have possibly faked such foot structures without being an expert on foot anatomy.

 
 








The Bauman story

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 I want to share with many who may not be aware of this story, it is one of the older but more compelling accounts. This was published in 1893 by no less than someone who would go on to become the 26th President of the United States, Theodore Roosevelt. In his original book titled "The Wilderness Hunter" then later in his book titled "Trips of a Ranchman & The Wilderness Hunter", Roosevelt printed this story many years after the account happened, here is the story:

 
 



















"Frontiersmen are not, as a rule, apt to be very superstitious. They lead lives too hard and practical, and have too little imagination in things spiritual and supernatural. I have heard but a few ghost stories while living on the frontier and those few were of a perfectly commonplace type.

But I once listened to a goblin story, which rather impressed me. It was told by a grizzled, weather beaten old mountain hunter, named Bauman, who was born and had passed all of his life on the frontier. He must have believed what he said, for he could hardly repress a shudder at certain points of the tale; but he was of German ancestry; and in childhood had doubtless been saturated with all kinds of ghost and goblin lore, so that many fearsome superstitions were latent in his mind; besides, he knew well the stories told by the Indian medicine men in their winter camps, of the snow walkers, and the specters, and the lonely formless evil beings that haunt the forest depths, and dog and waylay the lonely wanderer who after nightfall passes through the regions where they lurk; and it may be that when overcome by the horror of the fate that befell his friend, and when oppressed by the awful dread of the unknown, he grew to attribute, both at the time and in remembrance, weird  and elf in traits to what was merely some abnormally, weird wicked wild beast; but whether this was so or not, no man can say.

When the event occurred, Bauman was still a young man, and was trapping with a partner among the mountains dividing the forks of the Salmon from the head of the Wisdom River. Not having had much luck, he and his partner determined to go up into a particularly wild and lonely pass through which ran a small stream said to contain many beaver. The pass had an evil reputation because the year before a solitary hunter who had wandered into it was there slain by a wild beast, the half eaten remains being afterwards found by some mining prospectors who had passed his camp only the night before.

The memory of this event, however, weighed very lightly with the two trappers, who were as adventurous and hardy as others of their kind. They took their two lean mountain ponies to the foot of the pass where they left them in an open beaver meadow, the rocky timber clad ground being from there onward impracticable for horses. They then struck out on foot through the vast, gloomy forest, and in about four hours reached a little open glade where they concluded to camp, as signs of game were plenty.

There was still about an hour of daylight left, and after building a brush lean-to and throwing down and opening their packs, they started upstream. The country was very dense and hard to travel through, as there was much down timber, although here and there the somber woodland was broken by small glades of mountain grass. At dusk they again reached camp. The glade in which it was pitched was not many yards wide, the tall close-set pines and firs rising round it like a wall. On one side was a little stream, beyond which rose the steep mountain slope, covered with the unbroken growth of evergreen forest.

They were surprised to find that during their absence something, apparently a bear, had visited camp, and had rummaged about their things, scattering the contents of their packs, and in sheer wantonness destroying their lean-to. The footprints were quite plain, but at they first paid no particular heed to them, busying themselves with rebuilding the lean-to, laying out their beds and stores and lighting the fire.

While Bauman was making ready supper, it being already dark, his companion began to examine the tracks more closely, and soon took a brand from the fire to follow them up, where the intruder walked along a game trail after leaving camp. When the brand flickered out, he returned and took another, repeating his inspection of the footprints very closely. Coming back to the fire, he stood by it a minute or two, peering out into the darkness, and suddenly remarked, "Bauman, that bear has been walking on two legs." Bauman laughed at this, but his partner insisted that he was right, and upon again examining the tracks with a torch, they certainly did seem to be made but by two paws or feet. However, it was too dark to make sure. After discussing whether the footprints could possibly be those of a human being, and coming to the conclusion that they couldn't be, the two men rolled up in their blankets and went to sleep under the lean-to.

At midnight Bauman was awakened by some noise, and sat up in his blankets. As he did so his nostrils were struck by a strong, wild beast odor, and he caught the loom of a great body in the darkness at the mouth of the lean-to. Grasping his rifle, he fired at the vague, threatening shadow, but must have missed, for immediately afterwards he heard the smashing of the underwood as the thing, whatever it was, rushed off into the impenetrable blackness of the forest and the night.

After this the two men slept but little, sitting up by the rekindled fire, but they heard nothing more. In the morning they started out to look at the few traps they had set the previous evening and put out new ones. By an unspoken agreement they kept together all day, and returning to camp towards evening.

On returning they saw, hardly to their astonishment, that the lean-to had again been torn down. The visitor of the preceding day had returned, and in wanton malice had tossed about their camp kit and bedding, and destroying the shanty. The ground was marked up by its tracks, and on leaving the camp it had gone along the soft earth by the brook, where the footprints were as plain as if on snow, and, after careful scrutiny of the trail, it certainly did seem as if, whatever the thing was, it had walked off on but two legs.

The men, thoroughly uneasy, gathered a great heap of logs and kept up a roaring fire throughout the night, one or the other sitting on guard most of the time. About midnight the thing came down through the forest opposite, across the brook, and stayed there on the hillside for nearly an hour. They could hear the branches crackle as it moved about, and several times it uttered a harsh, grating, long drawn moan, a particularly sinister sound. Yet it didn't venture near the fire.

In the morning the two trappers, after discussing the strange events of the last 36 hours, decided that they would shoulder their packs and leave the valley that afternoon. They were more ready to do this in spite of seeing a good deal of game sign they had caught very little fur. However it was necessary first to go along their line of their traps and gather them, and this they started to do. All morning they kept together, picking up trap after trap, each one being empty. On first leaving camp they had the disagreeable sensation of being followed. In the dense spruce thickets they occasionally heard a branch snap after that had been passed; and now and then there were slight rustling noises among the small pines to one side of them.

At noon they were back within a couple miles of camp. In the high, bright sunlight their fears seemed absurd to the two armed men, accustomed as they were, through long years of lonely wandering in the wilderness, to face every kind of danger from man, brute or element. There were still three beaver traps to collect from a little pond in a wide ravine nearby. Bauman volunteered to gather these and bring them in, while his companion went and made ready the packs.

On reaching the pond, Bauman found three beavers in the traps, one of which had been pulled loose and carried into the beaver house. He took several hours in securing and preparing the beaver, and when he started homewards he marked, with some uneasiness, how low the sun was getting. As he hurried toward camp, under the small trees, the silence and desolation of the forest weighed on him. His feet made no sound on the pine needles and the slanting sunrays, striking through among the strait trunks, made a gray twilight in which objects at a distance glimmered indistinctly. There was nothing to break the gloomy stillness whish, when there is no breeze, always broods over those somber primeval forests.

At last he came to the edge of the little glade where the camp lay, and shouted as he approached it, but got no answer to his call. The campfire had gone out, though the thin blue smoke was still curling upwards.

Near it laid the packs, wrapped and arranged. At first Bauman could see nobody; nor did he receive an answer to his call. Stepping forward he again shouted, and as he did so his eye fell on the body of his friend. Stretched beside the trunk of a great fallen spruce. Rushing towards it the horrified trapper found that the body was still warm, but that the neck was broken, while there  were four great fang marks in the throat.

The footprints of the unknown beast-creature, printed the soft soil, told the whole story.

The unfortunate man, having finished packing, had sat down on the spruce log with his face to the fire, and his back to the dense woods, to wait for his companion. While thus waiting, his monstrous assailant, who must have been lurking in the woods, waited for a chance to catch one of the adventurers unprepared, came silently up from behind, walking still on two legs. Evidently unheard, it reached the man, and broke his neck by wrenching his head back with its forepaws, while buried its teeth in his throat. It had not eaten the body, but  apparently had romped and gamboled around it in uncouth, ferocious glee, occasionally rolling over and over it, and had fled back into the soundless depths of the woods.

Bauman, utterly unnerved, and believing that the creature with which he had to deal was something either half human or half devil, some great goblin-beast, abandoned everything but his rifle struck off at speed down the pass, not halting until  he reached the beaver meadows where the hobbled ponies were still grazing. Mounting, he rode onwards through the night, until beyond the reach of pursuit."  

  


Miners attacked by group of Sasquatch's in 1924 at Mt. St.Helens

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In keeping with some of the more intriguing accounts of Sasquatch encounters from the past, the attack on the group of miners at Mt. St. Helens Washington State in 1924 is one of the most fascinating. My friends and I made an expedition to the location of the attack in November 1976, I provide that account in my book "In Search of the Unknown" which is available on amazon.com both in print form ($5.00) and as an e-book (.99 cents) for those interested in our adventure that fall, we did find a line of Sasquatch footprints that numbered in the hundreds near Spirit Lake.

The following story comes from one of the members of the mining group, Fred Beck as dictated to his son in his book "I Fought the Apemen of Mount Saint Helens". Here is the senior Beck's story:

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

First of all, I wish to give an account of the attack and tell of the famous incident of July 1924, when the Hairy Apes attacked our cabin. We had been prospecting for six years in the mount Saint Helens and Lewis River area in southwest Washington. We had, from time to time come across large tracks by creek beds and springs. In 1924 I and four other miners were working our gold claim, the Vander White. It was two miles east of Mt. St. Helens near a deep canyon now named Ape Canyon, which was so named after an account of the incident reached the newspapers.

Hank (pseudonym) a great hunter and good woodsman, was always a little apprehensive after seeing the tracks. The tracks were large and we knew that no known animal could have made them; the largest measured nineteen inches long.

It was the middle of July, and we had received a good assay on our claim, and everyone was excited. I remember I had a tooth that was aching, and I suggested to Hank that he should take me to see the dentist; but he was so excited in the prospect of the gold mine, he barely took time to answer me. He replied that "God or the Devil" could not get him away from there. We had all come up in his Ford, and I had no way to get to town unless he took me. So when we went to our cabin, on the north side of the canyon, I had a nagging toothache and little appetite for our evening meal of beans and hotcakes.

Hank, though apprehensive was still determined. We had been hearing noises in the evening for about a week. We heard shrill, peculiar whistling each evening. We would hear it coming from one ridge, and then hear an answering whistle from another ridge. We also heard a sound, which I could best describe as a booming, thumping sound just like something was hitting itself on its chest.

Hank asked me to accompany him to the spring, about a hundred yards from our cabin, to get se water and suggested we take our rifles to be on the safe side. We walked to the spring, and then, Hank yelled and raised his rifle, and at that instant, I saw it. It was a hairy creature, and he was about a hundred yards away, on the other side of the canyon, standing by a pine tree. It dodged behind the tree, and poked its head out from time to time, Hank shot. I could see the bark fly out each of his three shots. Someone may say that this was quite a distance to see bark fly, but I saw it. The creature I judged to have been about seven feet tall with blackish-brown hair. It disappeared from our view for a short time, but then we saw it, running fast and upright, about two hundred yards down the little canyon. I shot three times before it disappeared from view.

We took the water back to the cabin, and explained the affair to the rest of the party; and we all agreed, including Hank, to go home the next morning, as it would be dark before we could get to the car. We agreed it would be unsound to be caught on the way out.

Nightfall found us in our pine log cabin. We had built the cabin ourselves, and had made it very sturdy. It stood for years afterward, and was visited by many sightseers until a few years ago when it burned to the ground - the circumstances of the fire, I don't recall.

In the cabin, we had a long bunk bed in which two could sleep, feet to feet-the rest of us sleeping on pine boughs on the floor. At one end of the cabin, we had a fireplace, fashioned out of rocks. There were no windows in the cabin. So darkness found all of us in the cabin, calmer now (and my tooth was better, somehow the excitement seemed to work a temporary cure on it). We were sitting around, puffing on pipes, and talking about the trip home the next day.

Each of us settled down in his crude, but welcome bed, and soon fell asleep. About midnight, we were all awakened. Hank, who was sleeping on the floor, was yelling and kicking. But the noise that had awakened us was a tremendous thud against the cabin wall. Some of the chinking had been knocked loose from between the logs and fell across Hank's chest. He had his rifle in his hands and was waving it back and forth as he kicked and yelled. (Hank always slept with his gun near by-it was a Remington automatic, my gun being a 30-30 Winchester, which I still have).

I helped get the chinking off him, and he jumped to his feet, then we heard a great commotion outside; it sounded like a great number of feet trampling and rattling over our pile of unused shakes. We grabbed our guns. Hank squinted through the space left by the chinking. By actual count we saw only three of the creatures together at one time, but it sounded like there were many more.

This started the famous attack, of which so much has been written in Washington and Oregon papers through the years. Most accounts tell of giant boulders being hurled against the cabin, and some even fell through the roof, but this was not quite the case. There were very few large rocks around that area. It is true that many smaller ones were hurled at the cabin, but they did not break through the roof, but hit with a bang and roll off. Some did fall through the chimney of the fireplace. Some accounts state I was hit in the head by a rock and knocked unconscious. This is not true.

The only time we shot our guns that night was when the creatures were attacking our cabin. When they would quiet down for a few minutes, we would quit shooting. I told the rest of the party, that maybe if they saw we were only shooting when they attacked, they might realize we were only defending ourselves. We could have had clear shots at them through the opening left by the chinking had we chosen to shoot. We did shoot however, when they climbed up on the roof. We had to brace the hewed-log door with a pole taken from the bunk bed. The creatures were pushing against it and the whole door vibrated from impact. They pushed against the walls of the cabin as if trying to push the cabin over, but this was pretty much an impossibility, as previously stated the cabin was a sturdy building. Hank did most of the shooting-the rest of the party crowded to the far end of the cabin; guns in their hands, the others clutched their rifles. They seemed stunned and incredulous.

The attack continued the remainder of the night, with only short intervals between. A most profound and frightening experience occurred when one of the creatures, being close to the cabin, reached an arm through the chinking space and seized one of our axes by the handle (a much written about incident and a true one). Before the thing could pull the axe out, I swiftly turned the head of the axe upright, so that it caught on the logs; and at the same time Hank shot, barely missing my hand.

The creature let go, and I pulled the handle back in, and put the axe in a safe place.

A humorous thing I well remember was Hank singing; "if you leave us alone, we'll leave you alone, and we'll all go home in the morning." He did not mean to be humorous, and sang under the impression that the "Mountain Devils," as he called them, might understand and go away.

The attack ended just before daylight. Just as soon as we were sure it was light enough to see, we came cautiously out of the cabin.

It was not long before I saw one of the apelike creatures, standing about eighty yards away near the edge of Ape Canyon. I shot three times, and it toppled over the cliff, down into the gorge, some four hundred feet down.

Then Hank said that we should get out of there as soon as possible; and not bother to pack our supplies or equipment out; "after all," he said "its better to lose them, than our lives." We were all only too glad to agree. We left about two hundred dollars in supplies, powder, and drilling equipment behind.

I tried to persuade everyone not to relate the happenings to anyone, and they agreed, but Hank soon let the cat out of the bag. We made our way to Spirit Lake, and Hank went to the ranger station. He had told the ranger earlier about the tracks, and the ranger replied, :Let me know if you find out what they are." That was just what Hank did, to the puzzlement of the ranger.

The group returned to Kelso, Washington, where the story leaked out. And the rest is history.

This story and many more fascinating accounts are in my book "Notes From the Field, Tracking North America's Sasquatch", available on amazon.com and Barnes & Noble's websites.


 
 
  

Fred Beck holding his Winchester 30-30.













Ape Canyon


Al Hodgson

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For anyone who knows anything about the subject of Bigfoot, Al Hodgson is an important man and played a big role in the creation of the history of the subject of Bigfoot. Al was the person who connected the major players in the decade from 1957 to 1967 associated with the Bluff Creek finds and incidents in Northern California. Al was located in Willow creek, a local store owner, he was the person nearly everyone knew and spoke with who went to see the tracks being found in nearby logging areas. It was Al who notified Roger Patterson in the fall of 1967 that fresh tracks had been found, and Patterson's subsequent filming one of the creatures. I interviewed Al in the summer of 2005, I recently posted that video in its raw form on Youtube. Watching and listening to All is well worth the experience and I highly recommend it. Al is one of the very few original pioneers of the subject of Bigfoot left. To watch the video, just type in my name at youtube, William Jevning and it will come right up, I hope you enjoy listening to Al. This story and many others are also in my book "Notes From the Field, Tracking North America's Sasquatch" available at amazon.com and Barnes & Noble website.

SASQUATCH'S CAPTURED

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Probably the number one question asked in regard to the existence of the Sasquatch, is why has one never been captured or killed? I will be making a number of posts to discuss this, but want to begin with one of the most intriguing accounts. This story comes from British Columbia, Canada in 1882. It is one of the more popular accounts, and one of the oldest stories regarding the capture of one of these creatures. I will present the account, and some discussion and in following posts present more similar stories and why we still do not have a specimen.







                            



         
         What is it?

   A Strange Creature Captured
                 Above Yale

 British Columbia Gorilla
  (Correspondence of the Colonist)

      Yale, B.C., July 3rd, 1882


     In the immediate vicinity of No. 4 tunnel situated some twenty miles above this village, are bluffs of rock which have hitherto been insurmountable, but on Monday morning last were successfully scaled by Mr. Onderdonk's employees on their regular train from Lytton. Assisted by Mr. Costerton, the British Columbia Express Company's messenger, and a number of gentlemen from Lytton and points east of that place, who, after considerable trouble and perilous climbing succeeded in capturing a creature, which may truly be called half man and half beast. "Jacko," as the creature has been called by his capturers, is something of the gorilla type standing about four feet seven inches in height and weighing 127 pounds. He has long, black, strong hair and resembles a human being with one exception, his entire body, excepting his hands, (or paws) and feet are covered with glossy hair about one inch long. His forearm is much longer than a man's and possesses extra-ordinary strength, as he will take hold of a stick and break it by wrenching or twisting it, which no man living could break in the same way.
     Since his capture he is very reticent, only occasionally uttering a noise, which is half bark and half growl. He is, however, becoming more attached to his keeper, Mr. George Tilbury, of this place, who proposes shortly starting for London, England to exhibit him. His favorite food so far is berries, and he drinks fresh milk with evident relish. By advice of Dr. Hannington raw meats have been withheld from jacko, as to make him savage.
     The mode of capture was as follows: Ned Austin, the engineer, on coming in sight of the bluff at the eastern end of No. 4 tunnel saw what he supposed to be a man lying asleep in close proximity to the track, and as thought: blew the signal to apply the brakes.
     The brakes were instantly applied, and in a few seconds the train was brought to a standstill. At this moment the supposed man sprang up, and uttering a sharp quick bark began to climb the steep bluff. Conductor R.J. Craig and express messenger Costerton, followed by the baggage men and brakemen, jumped from the train and knowing they were some twenty minutes ahead of time immediately gave chase.
     After five minutes of perilous climbing the then supposed demented Indian was corralled on a projecting shelf of rock, where he could neither ascend or descend. The query was how to capture him alive, which was quickly decided by Mr. Craig, who crawled on his hands and knees until he was about forty feet above the creature.
     Taking a small piece of loose rock he let it fall and it had the desired effect of rendering poor Jacko of resistance for a time at least. The bell rope was then brought up and Jacko was now lowered to terra firma. After firmly binding him and placing him in the baggage car 'off brakes' was sounded and the train started for Yale. 
     The station a large crowd who had heard of the capture by telephone from Spuzzum Flat were assembled, each one anxious to have the first look at the monstrosity, but they were disappointed, as Jacko had been taken off at the machine shops and placed in charge of his present keeper.
     The question naturally arises, how came the creature where it was first seen by Mr. Austin? From bruises about its head and body, and apparent soreness since its capture, it is supposed that Jacko ventured too near the edge of the bluff, slipped, and fell and lay where found until the sound of the rushing train aroused him. Mr. thos, White, and Mr. Gouin, C.E., as well as Mr. Major, who kept a small store about a half a mile west of the tunnel during the past two years, have mentioned having seen a curious creature at different points between camps 13 and 17, but no attention was paid to their remarks as people came to the conclusion that they had seen a bear or stray Indian dog. 
     Who can unravel the mystery that now surrounds Jacko? Does he belong to a species hitherto unknown in this part of the continent, or is he really what the trainmen first thought he was, a crazy Indian?
    

No one ever positively determined the eventual fate of Jacko; however, it is believed that during the voyage to England, the creature died and its corpse was disposed of overboard, which would have been a standard practice during that time period. No one knew for certain, and no record remains.

I know what most reading this will think, if they had such a creature, why didn't they take it to be examined by scientists of the time? To answer this, we first must go back to that time period and not judge by our current concepts of proprieties. 

If jacko was in the process of being taken to London as suggested in the article, and did indeed die during the voyage then being tossed overboard was what would have been done. Unless the ship had some form of ice to keep fish fresh, then there would have been no way of preserving the corpse. If a decaying person or animal is kept in a confined space, and no matter how large a ship may be, it is always a confines space on the ocean, it can breed diseases and cause many deaths on a ship, so getting rid of corpses is essential especially in the 1880's.

Many people think that this incident stands alone, but it does not. In following posts I will discuss other times these creatures have been killed, found dead or body parts discovered and what happened to them.

This story and many more fascinating stories are in my book "Notes From the Field, Tracking North America's Sasquatch", available on amazon.com and Barnes & Noble website.
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